18. If you are That Passionate, I’ll Panic
“H, h, huh—!?”
Due to Nigel’s sudden words, I let out a strange voice.
As my thought blanked, Nigel grabbed my shoulders.
“From the moment I saw you, I was smitten by your beauty. There’s no need for you to use healing magic—there’s also no need for you to be a saint, either. I just want you to stay by my side!”
“W, wait a minute, Lord Nigel!”
I interjected loudly.
Due to my panic, the way I referred to him went back to formal…
Surprised by my loud voice—
“—! Forgive me, I was a little excited. I’m sorry for coming off too strong just now.”
He returned to his original nature.
“I, it’s fine… as a member of the royal family, you must’ve been taught how to flatter a women. But I don’t think you should say those things, especially in a situation like this. I’m afraid I’ll end up misunderstanding things…”
After all, back in my kingdom, there was a saying that went, ‘When you meet a woman, your first sentence should be a compliment.’
As such, I strongly reminded myself that I mustn’t misunderstand Nigel’s words.
“I never intended to mislead you…”
“Huh? You never intended to what?”
Nigel cleared his throat before continuing his explanation.
“I truly meant it when I said I want you to remain here. We’ve only known each other for a short while, but I know you’re a very fascinating woman. What do you think, Eliane? If you like it, I’d like for you to remain in Lynchgiham forever.”
Looking straight into his eyes made me lose my pace.
This might be troubling…
…however, I was appealed to so passionately—
—it seemed that the answer was indeed obvious.
“I understand. True to your words, I shall stay in Lynchgiham for a time being. Thank you very much.”
I bowed again.
I made sure to include ‘for a time being’. After all, I couldn’t bother such good people. Should I feel a little threatened, I shall depart from Lynchgiham—I swore that to myself.
“I should be the one to thank you. Thank you—I’m so glad to hear that.”
When I raised my head, Nigel was showing an elegant smile.
Today was full moon.
The moonlight shining on Nigel highlighted his beauty.
“…On the other hand.”
Nigel raised an index finger.
“Eliane, what are you going to do? As my Father said, a place will be prepared for you.”
“I haven’t decided yet. I’m just going to find a job somewhere and live quietly.”
“I see… If that’s what Eliane wants, it’s good, then. But, if you don’t mind, why not stay here for a while?”
When I was told something unexpected, I let out another stupid voice.
“Forgive my bluntness, but… If a pretty girl like you suddenly enters the city, there may be a lot of troubles waiting for you. So how about staying here until you’ve become more acclimated to your surroundings? It’s not always possible to find a place to live immediately.”
What a very attractive proposition.
If a girl like me, who could only use some healing magic, was immediately thrown into the rough waves of society—would I be able to succeed?
There was also the possibility I might lost sight of myself.
“Thank you very much, but is that truly a good thing?”
“For you to treat me this impressively well—won’t you attract criticism from others?”
“What kind of criticism? It’s a well-known fact that your healing magic has saved us. Isn’t this the most natural treatment towards a benefactor?”
Nigel wondered, “What are you worried about?”
Thus, I didn’t think there was any reason to decline.
“I understand. However, I will feel guilty if I don’t do anything. Iif there’s anything I can help, please don’t hesitate to ask it of me.”
“You’re truly a good person. I see, if your power is needed, I shall inform you.”
I wanted to relax for a while, however, if I had nothing to do, I would only be a bother to everyone.
Am I a workaholic…?
…maybe because back when I was a saint, my duties were basically endless.
In any case.
“Then, I’ll say this—I’ll be in your care.”
Nigel said happily.
“Let’s go home now. Sorry for keeping you up until this late. I’ll escort you to your room.”
“No, it’s fine. If you do that and you’re witnessed by others, I won’t know what to say, so…”
“You worry too much about others—it’ll be fine.”
Nigel grabbed my hand as I tried to withdraw alone.
“I will escort you.”
Nigel’s smile was akin to a flower.
I wondered, what got into him…
**E/N: Nigel is a bit forceful… That said, whenever I read his name, I picture a bald kid wearing sunglasses and a red sweater.
***T/N: A ‘bit’…??? That dude is the definition of clingy!!! Give her some space, dude, also learn to take a no!! If you’re that passionate, we, from American Faux side, would panic, too!!