p>“Ahh.”

Edgar nodded, as he should, which made Beatrice reminisce.

That’s right, I went back in time.

At this time, I still loved Leopold.
I loved him, and just loved him.

All I could see was him.

Towards Edgar, she could act selfish and be unreservedly spoiled by him like his little sister, but in front of Leopold, she was desperately trying to be taller and putting in unnecessary effort to show her good side.

…thinking about it now, I feel embarrassed because it was so disgraceful.

Leopold had no more feelings for her other than childhood friendship with her, and she was the only one who felt that way, and dreamed of irresponsible dreams.

But it’s okay.

That, too, is over.

“…I liked Leopold-sama, you know.
Well, until the other day.
But now, I don’t.”

“Artie?”

“It’s okay.
I’m already done with Leopold-sama.”

“…are you serious?”

Beatrice nodded her head.

Because she knows now.

Leopold has Natalia.

He will meet Natalia, who is about to enroll in the academy.

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She knows the meaning of that passionate look Leopold will give Natalia, and only Natalia, in the future.

She had seen it up close and personal all her life.

“I’m just like a sister to Leopold-sama, just like how Edgar-sama treated me.”

“…”

“Edgard-sama?”

“Artie.
I’m going to ask you one more time.
Are you serious about that?”

“…yes.”

She wondered what was wrong.

Edgar has a rather complicated expression on his face.

She was aware that Leopold only saw her as a sister, and she thought she understood her position correctly, but was she wrong in any way?

Then it occurred to her.

Edgar was overprotective of Beatrice.

He even always chided Leopoldo to be more kind to Beatrice.

But she was not really his sister.

Maybe she shouldn’t have made that younger sister remark.
Would that have been better?

She can’t put him on a lover’s frame though, that much is clear.

“…I get it.”

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“Eh?”

“Well, it can’t be helped now.”

While she was agonizing over this, Edgar seemed to have convinced himself of something.

His eyebrows were still slightly furrowed, but the anger and confusion had disappeared from his eyes.

Relieved at this, Edgar suddenly opened his mouth.

“I’ll be back often.”

“…eh?”

This time, Beatrice’s mouth hung open blankly.

“I’ll try to send letters often.
I’d like to hear back from you… if you can, but there’s no need for you to feel obliged.” 

“Eh, that.”

She can’t understand.

When in the world did they start talking about coming to see her or sending letters?

She blinked, and Edgar smiled at her.

“Because you’re lonely, aren’t you?”

“Uh, mm.”

“Artie said so.
You said you’re going to miss me when I’m gone.
That’s why I’ll try to come back to see you as much as possible.
And I’ll write you letters, too.
Then Artie won’t miss me anymore, right?”

Edgar’s smile was somewhat bewitching, and he looked completely different from the man who had always drawn a line in the sand up until then.

He looks like a different person, Beatrice thought.

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