As if he'd heard something he shouldn't have, Banshees shouted, pointing a finger at me, his face red.
"D-did this wench go crazy?! There's no way I'd do something like that!"
He stuttered, seemingly very wronged.
At Banshees' fierce denial, I tilted my head and asked again.
"Then what were you doing here?"
"W-well, that's... that is..."
Banshees' accusing finger, which looked like it would stab me, shrank like his spirit.
His gaze also shifted strangely.
It seemed like he had something he wasn't proud of.
'It doesn't seem like anything important.'
Little Banshees was very simple. Tormenting others was simple, expressing emotions was simple, and even when he cheered up, it was simple.
So, the reason he was loitering in front of my room was probably nothing much.
'I'm not really curious either.'
He didn't come in and cause any damage, and I wasn't particularly interested in him loitering in front of the room.
But because Banshees looked noticeably flustered and didn't know what to do, I deliberately glared at him with an angry expression.
"W-well, I'm..."
Was he going to run away soon?
Considering Banshees' usual pattern, it was the expected sequence.
When would he run away?
I was guessing the time in my head when it happened.
"I am, so..."
However, contrary to my expectations, Banshees did not run away quickly.
He twirled his fingers and hesitated to speak.
At this point, I started to get curious.
What is he trying to say?
I was a little curious, but...
'It's not big enough for me to wait until he speaks.'
My head was already complicated, and the time I was spending with Banshees was meaningless.
"I'll go in if you have nothing to say."
I was about to go into the room as it was.
"S-sorry... I'm s-sorry!"
"...What?"
What did I just hear?
I turned around with a bewildered expression.
Then I saw Banshees' face flushed red, as if it would explode at any moment.
Judging from his appearance, it seems that I didn't hear it wrong...
"What did you say just now?"
Even so, it was such an unbelievable word that I asked again.
Then Banshees' eyes turned red as if he would burst into tears at any moment.
He bit his lip so hard that it turned red and white marks from his front teeth were left.
Ah, cancel what I said about not being interested.
Banshees in that form.
'This is a little fun.'
I turned my body completely and looked at Banshees again.
And I hid my desire to tease him and tilted my head with an innocent expression and said.
"I really didn't hear you. Can you say it again?"
"T-that's not happening."
Banshees shook his head, bowing his head deeply.
Hmm, more resistance than I thought.
Did he think I would give up this opportunity?
I smiled brightly and coaxed him in a soft voice.
"Really not? But think about it, Banshees. It was originally something you were going to say to me anyway. But if I can't hear it, it's meaningless, right?"
Prick.
Seeing Banshees react, I grinned and drove the wedge in.
"You can't say the same thing twice after saying it once? Be brave and do it. Surely the world's Banshees Rodebel isn't a fool who can't even say what he wants to say."
"Who are you calling a fool!"
Ah, he's fallen for it.
When Banshees raised his head and protested, I stepped back slightly.
"Then tell me. What?"
Then Banshees' eyes glared at me as if to tear me apart.
The glare was so intense that anyone would think I was Banshees' enemy.
'Is it a failure?'
My excitement died down when I saw those eyes.
Okay. I'm not interested anymore either.
I was about to turn my head thinking that.
"...I won't do it."
Banshees, who lowered his head powerlessly, muttered quietly.
"..."
"...I'm sorry..."
"What for?"
I was tired of pretending not to hear, and I asked back with a face without emotion.
Banshees clenched both fists tightly, then released them powerlessly and said.
"That bastard abandoned you, didn't he?"
I immediately understood who 'that bastard' was.
'He's talking about Level Weed.'
"Well..."
Should I say he abandoned me.
It would have been the best choice for Level Weed, who wanted to make achievements at all costs, to choose Miracle.
The problem was that he was my escort knight.
He didn't fulfill his mission, so it's right to say he abandoned me.
But so what?
'I didn't expect anything in the first place.'
I never expected Level Weed to protect me sincerely from the beginning.
So I'm not newly disappointed or upset.
More than anything.
"Why are you apologizing for that?"
I still didn't understand why Banshees was apologizing.
'Did he eat something wrong?'
He's still young, so it's unlikely that he drank alcohol or something.
"I saw it. The way that knight didn't protect you properly."
"Ah."
"So what I'm saying is... the reason you became like that-"
"Is because you condoned the knight's attitude?"
"..."
Banshees pressed his lips tightly instead of answering.
That was also an answer.
I looked at Banshees with a sullen look.
'What's his purpose?'
Even if he already knew that Level Weed's attitude was poor, it is not Banshees' duty to correct it.
Besides, considering Banshees' usual appearance, that side was more natural, and this appearance of bowing his head and apologizing was unnatural.
So I have no choice but to think that he's doing this for another purpose...
'But if that's the case, there's nothing Banshees can get by apologizing to me.'
"A, and!"
It's not over?
I stopped thinking and looked at Banshees.
Banshees, who was rolling his eyes, closed his eyes tightly and shouted.
"Even in the library!"
"Library?"
"Yeah! B-back then, your head was broken because you were trying to protect me."
"Ah."
I remembered.
'He's talking about that time.'
The day I first entered the library, Banshees, who came running in angrily, accidentally touched the bookshelf and the books poured out.
And...
'The day I first met Marine.'
"B-back then too, damn it, I'm sorry!"
Banshees poured out his emotions to the extent that it was impossible to tell whether he was apologizing or getting angry.
'What he really wanted to apologize for was this.'
It seems like he was bothered by the fact that I got hurt at that time.
I can tell now that he's talking about it.
However, what I don't understand is that it's not like Banshees at all.
Repenting, apologizing, and doing this doesn't suit him at all.
I suddenly wondered what it would have been like if it had been in the past... if it had been me in the previous life at this moment.
'I would have been very happy.'
All the pain and sorrow would have disappeared with that one apology.
But what can I do, Banshees.
'I'm not the same person I was back then.'
His mocking appearance, telling me to die soon, remains more intense than his bowing appearance.
So Banshees' appearance of bowing his head and apologizing did not leave any impression on me.
But...
"Yes, Banshees."
I gave Banshees a soft smile.
For a moment, Banshees' expression turned blank.
Was he nervous that I wouldn't accept the apology?
If you put it that way, Banshees also caught the timing of the apology very well.
I received your apology, and you helped me.
It's like giving and taking.
'But he'll get angry if I tell him the truth, right?'
Because he's more proud than anyone else.
If I reveal my true intentions, he'll jump at me, saying he was used.
It's true, but anyway.
I tilted my head and said with a troubled expression.
"But I don't know. Are you really sorry to me?"
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