hair on your uniform. It’s white, so it doesn’t stand out, but it’s there.”
At Leo’s words, Elliot froze.
“I didn’t see what happened, so the rest is inference. The hair is short, so it’s probably cat hair. If you think you might have dropped the bookmark then, you were probably playing so enthusiastically that you forgot about the book. …And it looks like I was right. You really are easy to read.”
“……Ngkl…”
“Ah, I made you say ‘uncle.’”
Leo sounded rather pleased.
Then he smacked his palm with a fist and said, “Oh, I see,” as if inspiration had just struck. With no idea what was going on, Elliot flinched. Leo—obviously entertained—spoke with the refreshed expression and tone of a detective who’d just solved a cold case:
“So ‘Moon’ is a name? Elliot. That cat. Did you—”
“Don’t say iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!”
A devastating punch flew at Leo.
—Still.
Leo wasn’t the type to stand there and let himself bepunched, and, as was only natural, Elliot’s fists were met with a counterattack.
The dramatic cloud of dust raised by the conflict was nothing anyone would expect from a master and valet.
Sometimes these things happen.
Ada Vessalius
AFTER SHE’D LEFT ELLIOT.
Ada was walking down one of the school corridors. Her shoulders drooped slightly.
“Elliot-kun……”
She murmured the name of the boy who’d chased her out of the back garden.
Elliot Nightray. He was a boy in a different school year, but Ada had known his name since he began attending the academy. After all, like Ada, he was a child of the four great dukedoms, and they were going to the same school. And, as had happened with her, his name had traveled throughout the school soon after he entered it.
Possibly because they were in different years, they’d never directly interacted before. As a result, she hadn’t known what his personality was like.
However, she’d heard the girls in her class happily talking about how he’d helped them when they were in trouble, and this had created a diagram in Ada’s mind: “Elliot-kun = Good person.”
Since that was the case, although it had taken a little courage for her to speak to him for the first time, she hadn’t been reluctant to do so.
“Haaah……”
Ada sighed. She hadn’t expected to be refused so roughly.
Why?
she wondered. She didn’t understand.
But maybe—
Elliot had said he was waiting for someone.
“So get lost
,
”
he’d said.
Ordinarily, you wouldn’t shoo away anyone else who happened to be in the area just because you were waiting for someone.
…Which meant…?
Place: A deserted back garden.
Person: Someone he didn’t want to be seen meeting.
Meaning… He’d been embarrassed?
Could it be—?!
“A secret date…or something?”
As soon as she’d murmured it, Ada’s cheeks flushed, and she gave a quiet little scream.
In that case, she thought, she really had put her foot in it.
Of course she’d been scolded. What terrible timing!
Time spent with a beloved someone was precious. In that situation, Ada wouldn’t have wanted anyone to disturb her, either. As she walked down the corridor, Ada fancied she felt her chest growing warm. She hadn’t spoken to Elliot today simply because he was also a child of the four great dukedoms.
“He’s his……little brother—”
The face of a young man from the House of Nightray, a man whom Ada had recently begun to think of as someone special, rose in her mind’s eye.
That alone was enough to bring happiness bubbling up inside her.
“Hee-hee!” Ada had begun to scatter a girlish aura, a smile on her pretty lips. Then, spotting another disciplinarycommittee member walking up the corridor toward her, she gasped. It was a school patrol. The same task that had taken Ada to the back garden.
Oh no
, she thought. It was entirely possible that some other committee member