Became the Golden Sun of the Academy

54 – Charlotte Echoes (2)

It felt like walking through a dark tunnel.

The feeling that something is passing by, but it’s so fast you can’t see it, and you just know you’re moving.

I don’t have a sense of time, but it’s been quite a while since the same scene has been repeated endlessly.

It was only then that the landscape changed.

A white light coming in from afar as if it had arrived at the end of a tunnel.

It gradually dyed the world white, and soon turned everything into pure white.

“…… This.”

When I opened my eyes, it was a familiar ceiling.

The ceiling that I have been seeing every day since I became Adele.

It was the ceiling of Adele’s room, which she had become accustomed to as if it were her own home.

Sure.

I put aside the blanket that was pressing down on my body and stood up.

Usually, my feet would have just landed on the bed, but this time my feet floated in the air and seemed to jump and land.

“Looks like you’re back.”

His voice is childish, and his eye level is oddly low.

As I stood in front of a full-length mirror to check my appearance, I could definitely feel that I had returned to the past.

Adele reflected in the mirror was young.

Are they about the same age as Adele’s memories of peeping in the study one day?

If the grown-up Adele was a sharp-looking handsome man, now she had the impression of a pure-bred puppy with all her nipples not shed.

“…… Was this guy handsome even when he was young?”

As I sighed and lifted up my pajamas, there weren’t too many scars on my body that were full of pictures.

Since you’re fiddling with your neat belly again.

Smart.

That’s when I heard a knock.

I thought it was Charlotte, and I turned her head toward the tightly shut door.

Then the door opened with a squeaking sound, and what could be seen through the gap in the open door.

“Excuse me, Bocchan…… Is?”

Unfortunately, it wasn’t Charlotte, it was a maid who looked quite old I didn’t know.

She was startled at how strange it was that I was awake, and then she smiled.

“I didn’t expect you to be awake so early in the morning. If I had known it would be like this, I would have waited for the Bocchan’s permission.”

“Um.”

I thought about it for a while.

Because I don’t know what kind of tone Adele would have used towards servants when she was young.

Did he use that hard tone even before he was under the hypnotic influence of Heidel?

She struggled so much before answering appropriately for her age.

“No, it’s okay.”

This isn’t it.

The maid chuckled at my answer as if it were cute.

This was the first treatment she had since becoming Adele again.

“But what about Charlotte?”

“Charlotte?”

Suddenly, the child tilted her head as if asking why, but she answered.

“Okay. I’m not sure because I don’t understand the daily routine of all the servants.”

“Really?”

“Rather than that, young master, today’s tutoring… ….”

“Cancel it.”

“Yes, yes?”

The maid seemed taken aback by the sight of me opening the door and running outside, but she soon regained her composure and smiled happily.

She must have understood the desire to play all day because she was around this age.

Anyway, since I’m the age of my mother, it seemed like that.

“Good morning, Bocchan.”

“Brother? Where are you running like that?”

On the way, servants who recognized her face greeted her.

It’s only now that I realized that about half of the current servants were faces I hadn’t seen before.

It wasn’t because they looked young before the years passed, but they were people with a completely different atmosphere from the servants of the mansion when I was there.

What should the employees say at that time?

They play the role of servants, but should we say that they are like machines somewhere?

Anyway, befitting the people gathered under the influence of Heidel, they lacked a bit of humanity, but the people present were full of affection.

I went into the mansion while receiving their greetings.

* * *

“… ….”

The damn mansion.

It’s unnecessarily wide, so just walking around is tiring.

Adele was currently sitting on a garden bench to catch her breath.

My calf muscles were twitching and spasms, and the soles of my feet also hurt.

Tomorrow it might be blistered.

“Whoa, where is Charlotte?”

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I tried to find out what Charlotte’s condition was at this time, but I thought she would be so hard to find.

If she’s still in bad shape due to the witch’s fairy tale experiment, she’ll have to go back to the past, so I want her to show her face a little sooner.

At this point, the mana needed to assimilate with the past ran out, so I couldn’t do this or that and returned.

It was when I was leaning against the bench and looking at the sky dyed red by the sunset.

“Huh… ….”

A small sound coming from somewhere in the bush.

I wondered if I had heard it wrong at first because it was so small that it was hidden even by the sound of the wind.

“Huh… ….”

When I listened carefully, it was clearly the cry of a child.

Adele turned her head in the direction of the sound.

It was in the direction of the rose garden, where roses form like the walls of a labyrinth.

Adele was almost certain.

There is a Charlotte in that rose garden.

I can’t tell people apart by the sound of their cries, but I had a hunch that it belonged to Charlotte.

Adele rose from her bench and took her steps to her rose garden.

As if playing hide-and-seek, she looked around her to find Charlotte crying in a corner.

And she found it.

Charlotte, squatting, almost with her head in the grass, sticking out only her butt.

It’s shaped like that so that the sound of crying doesn’t leak out, but because of that, I couldn’t feel Adele’s presence outside.

“Charlotte.”

Her Charlotte body trembled at the call.

Crush, rustle.

Her bushes swayed, and her Charlotte’s head popped out of it, her hair fluttering.

“… ….”

A teary-eyed Charlotte snorted as she found Adele looking at her.

Roughly wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand stained with soil, she sniffed – swallowed her nose, then sat down and looked up at him.

“…… Young master?”

What was in those eyes was fear.

It was a feeling that stemmed from her anxiety about Adele, who normally wouldn’t talk to her, talking to her.

She’s probably trying to scold her for thinking she’s goofing around.

She thought so, Charlotte said as if making excuses.

“I was cleaning the garden. I wasn’t playing.”

“Really?”

Adele seemed to believe it meekly.

In reality, she knew it was a lie, but she cared about Charlotte and ignored it, but the person concerned wasn’t smart enough to know.

Adele squatted down to meet her eye level with her Charlotte, who was slumped on the ground.

“But I think you are the one who needs cleaning.”

“Yes?”

Charlotte lowered her head to check herself.

A maid outfit full of dust as if it had rolled on the floor.

My hands are muddy, and the face I wiped with them is also muddy.

Leaves and twigs are stuck in her unnecessarily long hair because she didn’t take care of it again.

Looks like a beggar wandering the streets somewhere.

Charlotte, realizing her condition, sat down and took a step backwards, causing her to distance herself from Adele.

She held out her hand as if to stop coming.

“It’s dirty right now, so don’t come near me. You’re going to get dirty too.”

But Adele stood up and approached.

She squatted down again and reached her hand toward her face.

“…… Oops…… !”

It’s dirty because of you!

Hearing that for some reason, feeling like she might get stabbed, Charlotte turned her head away and closed her eyes tightly.

“…… ?”

However, the pain that does not return no matter how much time passes.

Feeling something strange about her, Charlotte narrowed her eyes.

“Only like this, I’m going to defile the whole mansion. People worked hard to clean it all morning.”

Adele didn’t slapp her on the cheek.

However, he was removing the leaves and twigs stuck in his curly hair with his own hands, not caring that his hands were getting dirty.

At her unfamiliar kindness, Charlotte raised dozens of question marks above her head.

“So why were you crying?”

Charlotte was still, so Adele asked, brushing her hair.

Hearing her question, Charlotte stopped, not blinking, not even breathing, as if her body had frozen.

‘I can’t talk… ….’

However, I closed her eyes tightly and evaded her answer.

‘I can’t say it’s because I’m having a hard time with the young boy who is doing hand-to-hand swords these days… ….’

I don’t think it was like that before, but recently Adele has shown an aggressive tendency.

How could she say in front of her that she was crying in private because she was physically and mentally exhausted as she was assaulted several times while working because of that?

‘Is this the new bullying method?’

So, from Charlotte’s point of view, she couldn’t help but feel that way.

If you keep her mouth shut like this, “Don’t you answer me? Cheeky b*tch.” If you answer that it’s because of you, and it’s because of you, “Where are you using me as an excuse? You finally turned around.” You may get upset while doing this.

No matter what you choose, there is no answer.

What a devilish idea this is.

It was a vicious bullying unprecedented in Charlotte’s history in less than a few years.

“Sorry, sorry…… Whoa…… !”

With no answer, Charlotte eventually burst into tears.

“What? Why are you crying all of a sudden?”

Adele was just taken aback by the unexpected cry.