A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy-Chapter 217

Grace had recently been feeling happiness with each passing day. There were more happy days than the ones filled with anxiety.

Being happy naturally reduced stress, and everything felt beautiful. This must be what it feels like to be on cloud nine.

Pressure about academy grades? The expectations of the family? The gaze of those around her? None of it mattered.

All she needed was her own happiness. Even if she were given everything, nothing could be as sweet as this.

'I now understand why people who have everything can still be unhappy.'

There is a common trait among characters frequently appearing in novels. People who have everything yet remain unhappy.

But she had now realized. Even if she were born as the Young Lady of the Duke's Family, received all kinds of support, and achieved good grades at the academy.

If there was no one to share this with, to exchange emotions with, it was all meaningless. One needs someone to open their heart to.

Not someone drawn by a powerful background like moths to a flame, but someone who approaches purely. Life became much more enjoyable with that person around.

'Conversely, people have started to gather.'

Like bees drawn to a fragrant flower, people began to gather around that person, one by one.

All to covet the nectar in any way they could. Grace was just one of the many bees.

However, it wouldn't be wrong to say she had secured the most nectar. After all, hadn't she even started living together with him?

When bodies grow distant, so do hearts, and conversely, when bodies grow closer, so do hearts.

If they slowly grew closer in body and mind like this, and provided emotional stability to each other, she would be able to savor the delicious nectar.

'I can't help it if others gather. I just have to make Mr. Sivar like me the most.'

Grace was relatively slow to start compared to others.

Ellie was the very first person to meet Sivar, and Kara got along with him in many ways.

Grace, on the other hand, wasn't. At first, she didn't recognize Sivar's true worth and ignored him, only realizing it later.

Though he was somewhat far from the dignity of a Fairy Tale Knight, his appearance was similar. Even without trying, he was handsome.

So, she decided to create her own Fairy Tale Knight. Grace resolved herself and put in repeated effort.

'Still, I can't help but feel uneasy......'

Even though they had started living together, Grace felt anxious. And for good reason—the competition was too strong.

Ellie, who openly engaged in physical affection. Kara, who matched well with him in various ways.

Luna... was surrounded by rumors, but there was nothing substantial. So she simply regarded her as just Luna.

'But they haven't started living together. Is there any fortress as secure as this?'

The dormitory was a fortress. Unless explicitly invited, no one could enter.

Occasionally, Ellie would come by to exercise with him, but staying overnight required permission.

If things continued this way, she would have a significant advantage. If luck was on her side, she might even deepen her relationship with Sivar.

'Oh, but having a child is out of the question......!'

Sometimes, she was swayed by her desires. Thoughts of seducing Sivar to make it a done deal would cross her mind.

However, Sivar was so pure(?) that her attempts at seduction didn't work. At most, she could coax him gently with snacks.

Though he was extremely sharp, his personality was pure to the core. It was hard to tempt him as he wasn't tainted by adult corruption.

'But since he's a man, he does like breasts.'

That was actually a good thing. Every night, they could embrace each other and satisfy their desires.

Of course, she was more often the one being embraced than doing the embracing, but she didn't mind. She was always ready to accept him.

'If things continue like this...... hehehe.'

She could outpace both Ellie and Kara and claim Sivar for herself. Just imagining it made her mouth water.

If Sivar became completely hers and they graduated from the academy, only a rosy path would remain.

She didn't care about the honor of the family. Arthur could handle those matters.

Sivar, being outstanding in martial skills, would surely secure a high position with ease.

Perhaps the Matra Empire, especially the military, would even offer him a high-ranking position.

'To maintain that position, I'll have to work hard by his side.'

There is a saying in the East about a wise and virtuous wife. It refers to a wife who supports her husband diligently.

To achieve that, she herself had to make an effort. First, she planned to work hard on building her stamina.

'I can't afford to faint every time we share a bed later. Yes, that's it. That's the reason.'

She was amusing herself with her thoughts, but Grace didn't care. She was only envisioning a rosy future.

She thought her future life would be smooth, but the world doesn't always go as planned.

"@#$!$"

"......?"

Grace, who had been in a deep sleep, slowly opened her eyes. A strange sound echoed in her ears.

Normally, she wouldn't open her eyes until the next morning. But strangely, she woke up.

It felt as if someone had forcibly awakened her. It wasn't entirely unheard of, so she didn't find it too odd.

"......Mr. Sivar?"

Grace called for Sivar and glanced beside her. But there was no Sivar, only a pillow lying there.

It seemed she had mistaken the pillow for Sivar. No wonder it felt so soft—too soft, in fact.

With that, she slowly sat up. It was hard to fall asleep without Sivar by her side.

"@!#!"

"......What was that?"

Then, from outside, specifically from the direction of the balcony, a sound could be heard. Grace blinked and got out of bed.

As she stepped into the living room, she could see a familiar silhouette on the balcony. It was Sivar.

At first, she thought he had simply stepped out for some fresh air, but something seemed off. Sivar's gaze was directed to the side.

To make matters even stranger, his mouth was moving. It was as if he was talking to someone.

"... ..."

Grace, upon seeing this, walked forward as if entranced.

The closer she got, the more fragments of conversation reached her ears.

Anxiety welled up in her heart, and at the same time, the conversation became clearer.

By the time she reached the edge of the balcony, Grace realized.

"......Mr. Sivar?"

"?!"

"Who are you... talking to?"

She realized that Sivar was talking to someone. It was definitely not a monologue.

Sivar, startled by Grace's approach without any presence, darted his eyes around before looking to the side.

For a brief moment, traces of hesitation were etched on his face. It was more noticeable since Sivar usually maintained a stoic expression.

Without delay, Grace walked onto the balcony. She intended to find out who it was.

"......It was you."

"Oh dear."

And then, she saw the person Sivar had been talking to with her own eyes.

A woman holding a liquor glass in one hand and wearing a meaningful smile—Dan Yerin.

Grace was quite taken aback by the appearance of such an unexpected individual.

If it had been a stranger, she might have understood, but to see him chatting amicably with someone she knew was surprising.

Grace couldn't grasp what was happening. But at the same time, she had a hunch.

'A man and a woman talking late at night? Could it be...?'

Grace's mind, well-versed in countless novels including fairy tales, spun rapidly.

To clarify, Sivar wasn't committing infidelity. They were only living together, not officially dating.

However, the collapse of the fortress she had believed to be secure was the biggest shock.

'No. It's not over yet. Let's think this through calmly.'

It felt as if all her drowsiness had vanished. Grace took a deep breath and regained her composure.

She then looked at Dan Yerin, who was smiling leisurely. She was drinking late at night.

Although her face, flushed with intoxication, was very beautiful, Grace paid no attention to that.

What mattered was why she was talking with Sivar in the dead of night. And alone, at that.

"......Did the Princess need someone to talk to?"

"How did you know? Impressive."

"At this hour?"

"It's hard to speak freely unless it's nighttime."

Dan Yerin shrugged her shoulders and replied nonchalantly.

Even though she was drunk, her mind seemed clear. Grace narrowed her eyes and glared at her.

The smile hiding her true feelings made it hard to discern her intentions. It was as if she was enjoying the situation.

In the end, Grace decided to direct her question to Sivar instead of Dan Yerin. Sivar would answer honestly.

"Mr. Sivar."

"Yes."

"Has this kind of thing happened often?"

"Yes. We talked every night."

"Every night......"

Grace chewed over the words. It was a slightly shocking truth.

Did that mean they had been talking every night since moving into the dormitory? Her mind grew increasingly confused.

"I have trouble sleeping at night. I happened to go outside and met Sivar, and that's how it all started."

"You expect me to believe......"

Grace stopped herself from arguing. After all, she herself had trouble sleeping at night.

Perhaps Dan Yerin had a similar trauma. Especially since she was royalty.

"......I can understand. I'm in a similar situation."

"Thank you for understanding."

"But! Regardless, I can't understand the two of you meeting every night. Do you have a purpose?"

Grace shot a suspicious look at Dan Yerin. In response, Dan Yerin simply tilted her liquor glass.

Having trouble sleeping was one thing. But talking every night as if it were prearranged was the issue.

What was Dan Yerin's true purpose? Did she really need a conversation partner and call for Sivar?

'If that were the case, she would have called me.'

While Grace was filled with doubt, Dan Yerin stared at her. Her face still carried a faint smile.

Then she looked past Grace at Sivar, who was standing idly, and opened her mouth.

"A purpose...... I don't know what you're talking about. Are you suggesting I have an interest in Sivar?"

"......Yes."

"If that's the case, you're absolutely right. I am interested in him, as a person."

Interested in him, as a person. It struck Grace in a peculiar way.

If she had only said she was interested, it would have been confusing. But Dan Yerin had cut straight to the point.

"......Can I take that to mean you don't have romantic feelings for him?"

"Who knows. I'm simply interested in the person named Sivar."

"That's ambiguous."

And so, it made her even more suspicious. She couldn't let her guard down.

It felt like if she let her guard down, she'd be stabbed in the back. She was an opponent she could never afford to underestimate.

"In my life, I've never met someone like Sivar, who I can open my heart to so sincerely. Sivar has no ulterior motives, so I can approach him as a person."

"... ..."

"Isn't it the same for you? No, actually, you want a relationship even closer than that."

As expected, she was sharp. Dan Yerin had accurately grasped Grace's inner thoughts.

Of course, if she had gathered even a little of the surrounding rumors, she would know immediately. It was already an open secret.

Dan Yerin spun her liquor glass around and then placed it on the railing.

"I think I should stop drinking for today. I'll head in now."

"Do you usually go in at this hour?"

"No. Normally, I'd stay out longer. But even I can't finish all this alcohol alone."

Hearing that, Grace looked at the railing. There wasn't just one liquor glass on it but two.

In other words, not only Dan Yerin but also Sivar had been drinking. It was shocking in many ways.

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"And one piece of advice."

While Grace was momentarily confused, Dan Yerin spoke up. Grace looked at her.

Dan Yerin's face bore that characteristic enigmatic smile. As if to say the initiative was on her side.

"Just as eating too many sweets can make you sick of them, the same applies to people. Sometimes you need to know bitterness to appreciate the value of sweetness."

"... ..."

"Above all, people aren't made of sweetness alone. Anything in excess becomes too much."

Leaving behind advice that hit close to home, Dan Yerin walked into the balcony.

"See you tomorrow. I hope we won't have anything to make us blush."

Leaving behind words full of meaning.

Even after Dan Yerin went inside, Grace didn't go in for a while. She just stared at the empty balcony.

Then she turned her head with a complicated expression. Sivar's characteristic blank expression came into view.

"......Let's go in too."

"Yes."

It was a complicated night. Grace tightly held Sivar's hand as they returned to the bed.

Even as they lay side by side on the bed, their hearts were not at ease. Dan Yerin's words from earlier lingered in her mind.

'For now, it's fine...... but if Mr. Sivar ever gets tired of me......'

Sivar was fundamentally kind. Too kind, to the point it was a problem.

That's why he could tolerate all her whining. But he was still a person.

A person who felt joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure, occasionally showing a surprising side. She suddenly remembered the student who had their tongue cut off after speaking carelessly last time.

'I want to keep feeling sweetness......'

She was afraid the sweetness would turn into bitterness. She was scared Sivar would turn his back on her.

If he did turn his back on her...... what should she do then? Should she cry and cling to him, or should she ask for forgiveness?

She didn't know. She had never been this close to someone like Sivar, so it was hard to find a way.

"......Mr. Sivar."

"Yes."

"Mr. Sivar...... you won't leave me, will you?"

So, she had no choice but to rely on Sivar. Ultimately, the situation would change depending on his feelings.

No matter how much she clung to him, it would be meaningless unless his feelings remained unchanged. After all, monopolizing him was impossible.

Whether Sivar understood Grace's feelings or not, he blinked and then moved.

Squeeze-

He hugged her warmly. Wrapping her face in his arms and pulling her toward his chest.

Grace, momentarily flustered by his sudden physical affection, slowly closed her eyes. His heartbeat felt like a lullaby.

"I won't leave."

"... ..."

"Don't worry."

His sweet voice calmed her down. Grace let out a long breath and drifted into sleep.

'I......'

Grace thought. It didn't matter if Sivar left.

'I'll follow you......'

As long as she followed, that was enough.

[Faith Increases.]