“My* ...no, my real name is Alana. I had to pretend to be a man to get out of Armenia. I wanted to come to this country, Nava Serrat.”
*Alana uses a male pronoun for ‘my’ then changes to the female
“It’s terrible that you had to pretend to be a man to be able to come here. Then I would like to thank you for pretending. I’m very happy to have met you.” Mileia mumbled, “Alana,” and kissed her on the cheek.
When she looked at her, she blushed faintly. “Hey, have you ever kissed someone, Alana? I guess I’m your first, then. Me neither. You know, my mother told me that if I ever met someone I loved, I should be brave enough to kiss them. Can I do it again?” Alana nodded without thinking, but it was Alana’s lips that Mileia kissed.
Immediately after, Mileia shyly turned her eyelashes down in embarrassment, “I did it. I like you, you know. I like your voice, your face, your dark hair, the fact that you can’t move your hands, your thin body, and how you don’t talk much. In other words, I like you all. When I’m with you, my heart starts to feel warm and happy. I’ve just kissed you, and I think I’m really happy.”
Alana did not know what happiness was. As she stared at Mileia in a daze, Mileia kissed her again.
Two times, three times, four times, five times. As the number increased, Alana gradually began to want her to be happy.
“Can I do more? I want to kiss a lot.”
-If it would make her happy.
Alana shook her head.
Mileia laughed enchantingly.
“...Yes, exactly as my mother said. How happy I am! Hey Alana, I’ll bring her clothes tomorrow so let’s go to my room? I want to be with you more.” At this time, Alana nodded rationally. She thought she might meet her father, the King of Serrat.
But then she felt a chill run through her. It was always like that. Even when Callisto told her he loved her, or Mileia told her she loved her, her heart did not move.
She could not help but be a bystander.
She calmly analysed the other person and thought about the next steps. The character she was born with, the emotions that made one human, were not left in this small body. It was empty. That was what “The Second Coming of Lorenzo” was all about, the elimination of unnecessary things.
♔♔♔
Flowers went well with the lemon-coloured castle. Vases filled with flowers frequently appeared in the castle, adding colour to the castle. The corridor where Mileia led her was decorated with peach-coloured flowers, which seemed to highlight her as she walked with her golden hair swinging fluffily. She was a girl worthy of the peach colour.
What Mileia had prepared for Alana was a simple servant’s dress just like her own. She helped Alana, who could not wear clothes, to put them on with unaccustomed hands. Then, following her lead, Alana went into the castle. She had heard that there was a drinking party going on, but it seemed to be true. The guards were distracted, and the adults seemed to be drinking in the daytime. Some people were sprawled out under pillars. Whenever she saw one, Mileia would scorn them, saying, “It makes me sick. It’s not always like this in the castle, you know.”
In the shadow of the resentful Mileia, Alana looked at the nobles of Serrat. I’m not sure what to make of it.
The sloppy facial expressions and gestures made her think that something was strange for them to be drunk.
── Opium.
She thought it might be Armenia’s work. Once the people in the castle have been corrupted, it would be easier for Teges to attack. After thinking about it, Alana suddenly looked out of the corridor.
Ahead of her gaze, she saw a group of glamorous women. They were Anselma’s whores who had been trained to comfort her brother. She wondered how they could have brought them all the way to Serrat, but she soon got her answer.
They would use the prostitutes to indulge the men of Serrat in debauchery. She was about to ask Gustavo, her secret agent, to find out more when Mileia grabbed her arm.
“Alana, come here. If he finds us, we’re in trouble. My brother is coming.”
When Mileia bent down and pretended to polish the pot, and Mileia told her to imitate her. Alana pretended to do the same.
The footsteps gradually approached. There were three of them.
“Frian, Leandro, you guys head to Rivas as soon as you’re done with it.”
It was the place of black earth and water. A blue cloak crossed in front of her. When she looked up, she saw an inhumanly neat profile.
He had a sharp expression that reminded her of a blade. She was sure he was Mileia’s older brother, with the same silver hair as the fairy Aetu.
“But Sir Luciano. How can there be something in such a wasteland.”
“It is unnatural for Armenia to go in and out of that land. There must be a purpose. Search.”
On the way, a person who seemed to be Luciano’s subordinate kicked a man sleeping under the pillar. “Don’t sleep in such a place. A fool before the prince!” He disciplined. It was quick for them to walk by. -A momentary event. As Alana chased them with her eyes, she looked back. She turned around to see a hand on her shoulder.
“Well, it was dangerous. Let’s hurry now.”
Alana followed Mileia, but her mind was on Prince Luciano.
“My* ...no, my real name is Alana. I had to pretend to be a man to get out of Armenia. I wanted to come to this country, Nava Serrat.”
*Alana uses a male pronoun for ‘my’ then changes to the female
“It’s terrible that you had to pretend to be a man to be able to come here. Then I would like to thank you for pretending. I’m very happy to have met you.” Mileia mumbled, “Alana,” and kissed her on the cheek.
When she looked at her, she blushed faintly. “Hey, have you ever kissed someone, Alana? I guess I’m your first, then. Me neither. You know, my mother told me that if I ever met someone I loved, I should be brave enough to kiss them. Can I do it again?” Alana nodded without thinking, but it was Alana’s lips that Mileia kissed.
Immediately after, Mileia shyly turned her eyelashes down in embarrassment, “I did it. I like you, you know. I like your voice, your face, your dark hair, the fact that you can’t move your hands, your thin body, and how you don’t talk much. In other words, I like you all. When I’m with you, my heart starts to feel warm and happy. I’ve just kissed you, and I think I’m really happy.”
Alana did not know what happiness was. As she stared at Mileia in a daze, Mileia kissed her again.
Two times, three times, four times, five times. As the number increased, Alana gradually began to want her to be happy.
“Can I do more? I want to kiss a lot.”
-If it would make her happy.
Alana shook her head.
Mileia laughed enchantingly.
“...Yes, exactly as my mother said. How happy I am! Hey Alana, I’ll bring her clothes tomorrow so let’s go to my room? I want to be with you more.” At this time, Alana nodded rationally. She thought she might meet her father, the King of Serrat.
But then she felt a chill run through her. It was always like that. Even when Callisto told her he loved her, or Mileia told her she loved her, her heart did not move.
She could not help but be a bystander.
She calmly analysed the other person and thought about the next steps. The character she was born with, the emotions that made one human, were not left in this small body. It was empty. That was what “The Second Coming of Lorenzo” was all about, the elimination of unnecessary things.
♔♔♔
Flowers went well with the lemon-coloured castle. Vases filled with flowers frequently appeared in the castle, adding colour to the castle. The corridor where Mileia led her was decorated with peach-coloured flowers, which seemed to highlight her as she walked with her golden hair swinging fluffily. She was a girl worthy of the peach colour.
What Mileia had prepared for Alana was a simple servant’s dress just like her own. She helped Alana, who could not wear clothes, to put them on with unaccustomed hands. Then, following her lead, Alana went into the castle. She had heard that there was a drinking party going on, but it seemed to be true. The guards were distracted, and the adults seemed to be drinking in the daytime. Some people were sprawled out under pillars. Whenever she saw one, Mileia would scorn them, saying, “It makes me sick. It’s not always like this in the castle, you know.”
In the shadow of the resentful Mileia, Alana looked at the nobles of Serrat. I’m not sure what to make of it.
The sloppy facial expressions and gestures made her think that something was strange for them to be drunk.
── Opium.
She thought it might be Armenia’s work. Once the people in the castle have been corrupted, it would be easier for Teges to attack. After thinking about it, Alana suddenly looked out of the corridor.
Ahead of her gaze, she saw a group of glamorous women. They were Anselma’s whores who had been trained to comfort her brother. She wondered how they could have brought them all the way to Serrat, but she soon got her answer.
They would use the prostitutes to indulge the men of Serrat in debauchery. She was about to ask Gustavo, her secret agent, to find out more when Mileia grabbed her arm.
“Alana, come here. If he finds us, we’re in trouble. My brother is coming.”
When Mileia bent down and pretended to polish the pot, and Mileia told her to imitate her. Alana pretended to do the same.
The footsteps gradually approached. There were three of them.
“Frian, Leandro, you guys head to Rivas as soon as you’re done with it.”
It was the place of black earth and water. A blue cloak crossed in front of her. When she looked up, she saw an inhumanly neat profile.
He had a sharp expression that reminded her of a blade. She was sure he was Mileia’s older brother, with the same silver hair as the fairy Aetu.
“But Sir Luciano. How can there be something in such a wasteland.”
“It is unnatural for Armenia to go in and out of that land. There must be a purpose. Search.”
On the way, a person who seemed to be Luciano’s subordinate kicked a man sleeping under the pillar. “Don’t sleep in such a place. A fool before the prince!” He disciplined. It was quick for them to walk by. -A momentary event. As Alana chased them with her eyes, she looked back. She turned around to see a hand on her shoulder.
“Well, it was dangerous. Let’s hurry now.”
Alana followed Mileia, but her mind was on Prince Luciano.
