After Gorando left, Ronoye tossed and turned all night.

It was the first time he had tasted it, and it was like taking a poison that was prevalent in the slums, which made him want to stop, and then he broke his liver and intestines when he woke up.

-- This is a love affair that is destined to come to fruition.

Putting the future and selfish desires on the scales, the education he has been receiving will help him point to the future side, and he is still a fiancée, and marrying Greenwyn can bring him a lot of help, which is also the future that his father has planned for him.

On top of that, even if he confesses, he is not confident enough that Golando will accept and like him.

They weren't even the least friends now, and Ronoye was self-aware of his weird temper.

No matter how you compare and weigh it, the facts are forcing Ronoye to choose the option that goes against his heart, and it is better to settle for the next best thing than to say that he can't even be a friend.

――It's just a friend, it's just a friend.

In the end, he decided to hide his feelings.

However, to Ronoye's surprise, Gorando appeared under his window again the next night.

This time, Golando did not force his way in, but very gentlemanly informed Ronoye with sound magic below.

Excited and troubled by the sound magic, Ronoye had decided to reduce his contact with Gorando to avoid being exposed, but he couldn't suppress his instinctive throbbing anyway.

He would be happy to see Gorando's figure, and he would be happy to hear Golando's voice.

No matter how tightly he armes himself, after all, he is just a noble young master who has not been deeply involved in the world, and it is inevitable that he will mess up his hands and feet and lose his mind in the face of love.

Ronoye was convinced by his heart and got up to open the window for Gorando.

Downstairs, Golando heard the sound of the window opening, raised his head and smiled at Ronoye, and then climbed the trunk of a tree next to him and climbed up to the floor where Ronoye was.

He rolled over and entered, and then closed the window with his backhand, and the action was done in one go.

Watching Golando come in, Ronoye felt like those rich ladies in the opera who sympathized with Lang's private affairs, and he was suddenly a little at a loss.

Golando didn't know what Ronoye was thinking, so he asked Ronoye for snacks and juice, and sat down on the large bed in the middle of the bedroom.

Like a wild cat that can't be driven away.

If it was in the past, Ronoye would have scolded him angrily, but today the young master was unusually quiet, and he didn't even say a word when he sat on his bed.

Golando looked at the young master suspiciously, just in time to collide with the other party's uneasy gaze.

The eyes, which seemed to be carved from the finest gemstones, rippled with emotion that Golando could not understand, and it was impossible for a child who was only eight years old to show such an expression, just because this body inhabited a soul that was close to adulthood.

I don't know if it's his delusion, but Ronoye's face seemed to flush a little when the two eyes met.

――With such beautiful eyes and appearance, even people of the same sex can be attracted lightly.

With these dangerous thoughts in mind, Golando immediately staggered his gaze.

He remembered what he was here for.

Golando rummaged through his coat pockets and found a thick hardcover book to place on the low cabinet next to his bed.

"This is the book you left at the racecourse that day, and I'll give it back to you now." He said.

In fact, he almost forgot that the book fell out from under his pillow in the afternoon when Greenty cleaned up his bed, and he came again.

It's not that he didn't think about how the little young master's strict temperament could make such a mistake, but what happened that day was a bit too much, and it was not surprising to forget it for a while.

Listening to Gorando's words, Ronoye glanced at the book, which was indeed the one he had left on the horse farm.

"Uh...... Thank you. He said a little unaccustomedly.

As the young master of the Duke's Palace, it is rare to thank someone, so little that he almost bit the tip of his tongue when he said these two words.

Of course, it is not excluded that it is due to nervousness.

Golando returned the book and finished the snacks and juices, it seems that he has no reason to stay for the young master, right?

Gorando pulled on his collar and fanned the wind - the weather on Sylvia Island had been a bit hot lately.

It's a pity that he only accomplished one of his goals.

Ronoye involuntarily looked at Gorando, quietly glancing at the exposed skin under the neckline of his clothes.

Maybe because the food in the previous nineteen years was not very good, Golando was a relatively thin type among his peers, and his skin was far less lustrous than those noble young masters in the academy, but he had just the right amount of muscles distributed throughout his body, and the two rows of collarbones also showed a perfect arc.

The chef should be asked to add more meat to the side dishes of the Golando......

Ronoyer naturally thought so.

Rising from his bed, Golando headed for the window, but his ears were focused on Ronoye's side.

The little young master didn't yell at him today, nor did he say those ugly words, is this Ronoye still the Ronoye he knows?

Remembering Ronoye's recent appearance, Golando doesn't think Angelina is responsible.

――Is it his reason?

This conjecture is even more incredible than the previous answer.

Golando stood on his feet and turned his head, as he expected, Ronoye was staring at him in amazement.

Ronoye was surprised by Gorando's actions, but if he didn't turn his head now, it would be a ghost in his heart, so he tried to maintain a calm expression and looked directly at Gorando.

"Anything else?"

Ronoyer asked.

Very good, his voice is not out of tune, and the tone is normal.

Golando tilted his head, as if ignoring Ronoye's question.

The two of them were silent, neither of them avoiding their gaze.

Suddenly, Golando began to tell the story.

"Once upon a time there was a man who lived alone in the tower, and because it was winter, he always slept with the window closed."

Ronoye furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding Gorando's intentions, but not stopping him.

"In the wee hours of the morning, he would always hear someone knocking on the window door." Golando continued.

"At first, he thought it was rumors, but the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became......"

As Golando spoke, Ronoye looked at the window behind Gorando.

"Finally one day, the man asked, 'Who's out there?' And guess what's next? ”

Ronoye shook his head, and motioned with his eyes to Golando not to go on.

Golando curled the corners of his mouth and said in a sinister voice, "There was no answer outside the window, but there was a cough." ”

"Cough?"

"yes, it's like that." Golando said as he mimicked two dry coughs.

"And then?" Ronoyer asked.

"No more, the story is over." Golando replied with a smile.

"That's it?" Ronoye was puzzled.

"That's all." Golando shrugged.

Ronoye revisited Gorando's words in his mind and suddenly noticed the key point.

The people in the story seem to live in ...... On the tower?

His eyes widened in surprise: "You tell me ghost stories?" ”

It's so unpredictable what Gorando is going through his head, how could he suddenly want to tell him such a meaningless ghost story?

And the person who told the story just winked his eyes at him, and said in an inaudible voice, "Don't miss that cough tonight." ”

Leaving a chilling reminder in Ronoye's ear, Gorando returned the way he came, back to the bushes under the window.

The darkness of the night shielded him from sneaking through the bushes, and with the wind magic that reduced the sound of his feet, it was difficult for others to make out his position in the dim light.

But Golando didn't do this to avoid the attendants of the ducal palace.

He prayed as he swooped, hoping that the young master would understand the overtones of his words.

- Golando sensed that something was wrong in the mansion when he was having dinner with Ronoye tonight.

The maid who usually served the soup last was a different person, and Golando paid a little more attention, and after discovering that the maid was always secretly looking at a few people at the table, Golando became suspicious.

A well-behaved waiter is not allowed to peek at his master's meal, and after a year at the Royal Academy of Magic, even Gorando, a low-class commoner, remembers this very well.

Since Sylvia Island is Ronoye's private domain, there should not be such a slave in the mansion on the island who does not even follow the basic rules.

Angelina didn't think it was strange, and if Ronoye hadn't noticed, it meant that the maid wasn't at least a newcomer.

Golando thought of Ronoye's absence for several days in a row, and suddenly realized that it was possible for the young master to overlook the maid's every move for a while.

And that happened just a few hours after dinner.

Gorando's sensitivity to elemental factors is higher than that of ordinary people, so he was the first to notice the abnormal movement outside the island, an elemental force that does not belong to the four systems is approaching Sylvia Island, and the other party is quite strong in terms of the density of elemental factors.

It seems that most of the people from the Judgment Division are chasing after them, and even if he and the young master come to the island, they don't have a safe life.

With the precedent of the maid, the waiters in the mansion could not be trusted for the time being, and they were worried that the partition wall had ears, and no one knew if someone would use listening magic to monitor the inside and outside of the mansion, and if the barrier was opened, the other party would also be alert.

The most inconvenient thing is that in this world, pens and ink are luxuries, and those who know magic are used to recording and communicating with magic, and those who can't do magic will also raise money to buy magic props - for example, the textbooks in their academy are drawn with magic powder, and the words and pictures can be kept for a long time, but they are still not as effective as ink.

There was no ink in Golando's room, and it would be too obvious to go to Ronoye. Therefore, during these hours Golando did not tell anyone about this discovery.

He doesn't tell anyone, but he has to give others a wake-up call.

The story he had just said to Ronoyer and the last sentence at the end of the story were his way of reminding him.