Chapter 212: Fire Drips, Pantile Gets Wet 6
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Jenniferlin Pantile covered her eyes with one hand, wanting to demand, Seriously, what are these two trying to do to my emotions?
What is this? Is she jealous that her man is making tea for another woman? You’ve got to be kidding me, right?
Shin aside, Lady Erica is the daughter of a high noble, isn’t she?
Do nobles get jealous in such an adorable way?
Apparently, they do, right before my eyes. Yes, they do.
The moment Shin started running, perhaps realizing it was faster to leap over the refugees in one go rather than weave through them, he jumped high into the air and vanished in an instant.
Watching him go, Jenniferlin thought that something about this was definitely strange.
She recalled the letter Shin had sent her.
Jenniferlin clearly remembered how she’d almost flown into a rage at the letter starting with an apology, but calmed down when she read his explanation that he had no choice but to keep quiet because involving Jen might lead to unpredictable consequences.
She could forgive him saying he couldn’t predict what would happen if he involved her.
If he had said something considerate like he didn’t want to involve her out of concern, she would have cut ties with him. She might have even cried.
Well, anyway.
Jenniferlin glanced at Erica, whose eyes were still following Shin’s long-vanished back.
This seems quite different from the story I heard, my friend.
Aren’t those completely the eyes of a maiden in love?
She thought this was far too different from what Shin had written in his letter.
What was that about “clinging pathetically to the pity of the woman he loves, hoping to be of some help to her”?
Isn’t Lady Erica totally smitten with him?
While wanting to see her friend was genuine, it was equally true that she had intended to deliver the final word if his path of love was merely forcing sacrifice upon him.
Naturally, she knew that whether Shin gave up or not, some kind of commotion would occur, so she had planned to enjoy it thoroughly, but…
Seriously, what is this sickeningly sweet atmosphere?
Jenniferlin couldn’t believe that the Sister, supposedly Shin’s party member, looked completely unfazed.
Could it be that something like this isn’t even worth making a fuss about?
Jenniferlin recalled that Shara had seemed surprised by the distance Shin was asked to keep from Erica, but hadn’t reacted at all to her jealousy, which gave Jenniferlin an eerie feeling.
“Erica-san, what’s wrong? Are you in a bad mood? Did Shin-san do something?”
Sister Shara asked worriedly as she received the Wooden Mug with Tea from Lady Erica.
Wow, Saint-sama… she’s trying to pass that off as just being in a bad mood.
“No, it is nothing.”
Watching Erica reply like that, Jenniferlin couldn’t help but smile.
Her eyes met Erica’s.
“Jenniferlin-sama, please have some tea as well.”
Her noble, dignified voice was truly pleasant, making Jenniferlin regret not having become friends with her sooner.
“Thank you, I accept, Lady Longdagger. Also, I’d be happy if you called me Jen. May I call you Lady Erica?”
As Erica nodded warily, Jenniferlin grinned inwardly. I see, hmm? Are you wary that I might steal Shin away?
No, perhaps she’s just surprised because she knows the nickname I allow people from the academy to use is ‘Lin’.
Ah well, this is getting fun, Jenniferlin thought.
Since Shin conveniently flew off somewhere, why don’t we have some fun girls’ talk?
“Well then, while we wait for Shin to return,” Jenniferlin said as she accepted the mug from Erica.
“Could you perhaps tell me about Shin’s life since his exile?”
Without hiding it, she deliberately provoked Erica with just her expression.
On her faintly, truly faintly surprised face, a glimpse of her Pride as a noble could be seen.
“Yes, certainly.”
The lips of Lady Erica, as she replied, formed a wonderfully arrogant and elegant curve.
Afterword
Writing a new work for DoraNove, so this is a bit short.