Vol Chapter 4.2 (1/2)

Things happened.

“…………I never guessed he will approve”

Addie blurted out as he took a peek at his back.

Behind him was the Student Council President, Patrick. His hairs fluttered in the wind, his form seating on a bike pa.s.senger bench was mystically elegant.

Why this development? Rewinding time for few minutes, the resolute Mary had ushered Patrick; the place they arrived to is the school’s vacant land. Aka, bicycle parking lot.

Patrick was curious with the bikes parked in the corner and asked Mary and Addie for some enlightenment.

By right of the original plan, Patrick and Mary should ride the bicycle together. Although in the game without getting off from the grandiose carriage, Alicia would recognize his figure as she journeyed back. *

But a bona fide highborn Patrick was, he clearly had zero experience pedaling a bike. And it was intolerable for Mary to offer a ride.

In consequence, Addie, Mary’s attendant, was entrusted to do it instead, howbeit whether this was a correct choice or not……….. No, essentially her preference to commute using bicycle was at fault.

“By the way, to give Patrick-sama a ride, I possibly have done something irreversible …… What do I do if Dice House sues me……”

“No need to worry. Just answer ‘I permit it’. Thereto I have wanted to try riding a bike for once.”

“That’s surprising. Are you interested in bike?”

“Ah, Alicia….no a certain person has indulged me that the wind felt spectacular.”

“Ha, ha, a certain person I see.”

Being mindful for Patrick who feigned a cough, Addie played along.

Adjacent to them, Mary likewise adopted a lackadaisical stance listening on their conversation, but within her innermost mind she credited Alicia for the astonis.h.i.+ng change in Patrick.

It’s beyond her prediction; this Student Council President could develop a curiosity over commoners’ object ——I bet the pure and obtuse Alicia wouldn’t envisage it either———It seems Alicia has slowly grown into a large existence for Patrick.

The game textbook system was ‘player maneuvers Alicia as she undergoes her school-lives’. We only perceived Alicia’s mentality, what the opposite ‘person’ perception of us could solely be gauged from the intercourses and auxiliary discernment was based on numerical value; turns out, in reality Patrick falls in love deeply than his impression let on.

A solid composure, the scene he calmly and coolly whispering amorous poetries was actually a sheer craftiness, this is way interesting than I deduced, Mary spouted so inadvertently.

Then she suddenly caught a figure at far front, a back she has frequently seen.

Her golden mop ruffled in the wind, a girl with graceful steps. Donning St. Karelia n.o.bility’s uniform yet blithely roaming alone was without a doubt Alicia’s figure.

Other students would never go home by foot and on no occasion wander unaccompanied.

Fixated on Alicia’s back, Mary began to put some powers on her grips unto the bike’s handles.

According to the game’s event we’re going to blow past her. Espying our pleasant repartee, she guessed wrong and henceforth evaded Patrick.

It’s going to work.

………..It’s going, to work.

………………………Is it going to work?

As there’s a subtle alteration to the game’s setup, she felt insecure.

Right now, while observing the situation, Mary and Patrick should be cuddling inside the horse-cart. It spurted a misconception on Alicia’s part, which I can understand.

But now? Patrick was riding with Addie; Mary was cycling her own bike.

Alicia in game was “what an engaging bond they have, don’t tell me they……..” misinterpreting things, but like this it’s not Mary and Patrick who would be misunderstood rather………

“No, let’s stop it at that, Mary…….I ought to believe in myself.”

Sensing a s.h.i.+ver washed over her, Mary scolded her own self.

What to do losing my confidence now. The plan was already in cue, ‘rolling oneself to her limitation’ that’s what it means to be Albert House’s offspring.

Yes, it’s going to work. This scene will successfully transmit ‘a misunderstanding’ to Alicia.

…………..Well, even though it’s a different kind of ‘delusion’.

In order to dishearten Alicia and Patrick’s relations.h.i.+p, sacrificing Addie is a sound argument. He’ll become the ultimate sacrificial p.a.w.n.

Whilst Mary was riveted on her thoughts, they pa.s.sed Alicia.

“Oh, Patrick-sama”

“Hm Alicia? Sorry Addie, please stop”

“Yes!”

*screech* with such sound, the bike came to a halt, reflexively Mary clenched the brake.

“Good day everyone”

Alicia bowed.

Her curtsy was somewhat awkward and unnatural; nevertheless from their perspectives who’re similar with her makings it incited their smiles.

In fact, Patrick generally would’ve scolded anyone doing such chaotic curtsy; still he only nodded in reply. Not only that, his gaze on her was somehow tinged with compa.s.sion, his ‘default’ emotionless and compose deportment melted unto a sublime tenderness.

Detecting his stare on Alicia, the three tilted their heads in confusion.

“To ride a bike, did something happen today?”

Her question wasn’t in the least bit strange.

At last, there’re two upper-cruster students of the renowned St. Karelia, riding commoners’ transportation.

Receiving Alicia’s query, Patrick signaled a light cough as if it was aimed at Mary so she may solve it. Ostensibly, he couldn’t reveal ‘Because of Alicia’s story, I became interested in it.’

Mary’s eyes unconsciously widened towards Patrick’s palpable conducts (intents). In the game he’d have spewed fulsome sugary utterances which charmed the woman players, howbeit now, ‘in a dilemma between being sweet and his pride’ this image of him befuddled me as well**.

It’s not the time to be in trance!