Chapter 32: Through Kindness (それは優しさだった)


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    Violette waved her hand at Marin who desperately smiled as she sent her off with her eyes still filled with tears, and left the house ten minutes earlier than usual.


    It was a measure to prevent her from bumping into Maryjun just in case, but she arrived sooner than shed estimated. No one was in the ssroom yet. Originally, she already had plenty of time when she came to school, but it seemed like going ten minutes earlier on top of that was too excessive.


    Nheless, having no one around Violette like this was more like having her wish granted.


    She usually also felt lighter when she was in the ssroompared to at home, but now there was no one except herself. Even if it was only a few minutes of bliss, it was enough of a paradise for Violette.


    Haa


    Violette leaked out a sigh unconsciously. It was the evidence that her heart was more tired than she thought it was.


    It had been so fun yesterday, and Marin had said that she shouldve been in a good mood as well, but everything crashed in less than twenty-four hours. Some said that a womans heart changed as fast as the clear autumn sky, but it was also unusual to have her mood thrown from heaven to hell like this.


    The calm ssroom was perfect for her to think, but it was unsuitable for reviving her depressed spirit. Even though she had thought that there was nothing more that could faze her, her bottom line was constantly changing.


    <em>(I wonder if Marin is okay)</em>


    That house had never been friendly to Violette, and it wouldnt be a cozy ce for Marin either. Violette didnt know how she should feel when her mother retired, but when her father returned, she knew exactly what pain she felt.


    Marin was a young girl who she brought in without thinking at her young age. She was already an adult right now, but that didnt mean it wouldnt be hard for her to stay alone in that house.


    Marin was Violettes important person who rarely smiled but always gave her distinct love and happiness. She didnt know anything about family, but she felt like having an older sister might be something simr to this. Violette considered such a Marin her family.


    Violette was afraid to have Marin get hurt because of her own fault.


    Huh? Violette-sama?


    Oh Good morning.


    Good morning. Youre early today.


    Yes, I left home too soon this morning.


    Violette reflexively fixed her facial expressions when she noticed her ssmate entering. She couldnt predict what the rumours would make as its prey if she showed even just a slightly sad expression. Sometimes it would be an outrageous twist, sometimes it would go around and get closer to the truth, starting the smoke even without a fire.


    She didnt doubt her ssmates, but it was better to avoid exposing herself to others who she didnt trust or rely on.


    While they were making some conversation about trivialities, the number of people who entered the ssroom increased gradually. Her little bit of blissful time alone ended very easily. She didnt feel rejected since she knew that it would be like this from the beginning, but her mind was too depressed to wait in the ssroom like this until the lesson started.


    Im sorry, I need to go to the library.


    Ah, Im very sorry for detaining you.


    Please dont mind it. Well then, excuse me


    It was quite contradictory, the way that she had few friends despite being surrounded by crowds, which she detested, and that was a result of mixing Violettes personality with the attraction power of the Vahan family name.


    As a nobledy, Violette could keep up her appearance as much as she needed in the social venue, but she couldnt do it well in school or in her private spaces. Probably, her dresses had be her battle uniform and helped her strengthen her resolve. Still, since she devoted herself to making barriers as much as she could, she should be poor at managing her own personality.


    Violette looked for a ce that was as unpopr as possible, going against the stream of people who were heading to the ssroom. There were plenty of choices, but it would be hard for her to go back if the ce was too far from her ssroom. But there were only a few people who left the ssroom in the morning, so the corridors and courtyard were less popr than usual.


    Beautiful


    The blooming flowers were beautiful no matter how she looked at them. Rather, they might look pretty because she was feeling rough.


    The colorful petals and the sweet scent that tickled her nostrils were simply beautiful and tender to her eyes. Even so, it was not enough to heal her heart.


    Such a sight could heal someone because the memories that apanied them were tender. Violette had no past that could heal her current beaten up heart.


    How did someone get over it when other people stepped into their most important ces thoughtlessly?


    Lets stop this.


    She would surely get cornered just by thinking about it. She didnt think that it would be easy to forget it, but the day when her father would understand her feelings would nevere.


    His words were full of tenderness. It was only natural that his show of love and tenderness to Maryjun was poisonous to Violette.


    Violette was disapproving of herself. If she didnt even have any expectations for him anymore, why did she feel this shaken up? Was it so different from those nonchnt things that she had endured?


    The wind blew and her hair swayed. She should just let this feeling be blown away with the flying petals.


    When she turned away to escape the gray color that hindered her view, she realized for the first time that there was another figure there.


    Ah


    Dark purple hair that reached to the waist without any distortion. Slightly pinkish cheeks that added color to the white skin. Even her bent down figure admiring the flowers oozed elegance no, that girl herself was a beautiful flower. Her pale purple eyes were narrowed, and her soothing atmosphere was solemn, reminiscent of a goddess.


    If Violette was arge rose, that girl was a pure white lily.


    She was trim, pretty, and elegant, packed with all of a nobledys ideals. Violette also knew this person well.


    She was Princess Rosette Megan, the royalty of the neighbouring country, and she was in the same grade as Violette, even though their sses were different.


    It wasmon knowledge that this girl was wonderful.


    She was a perfect person, a wless nobledy. Every word of positivity suited her, but even that was stillcking to describe her existence. Her veiled, worshiped, praised, and deified figure reminded Violette of stained ss in a church.


    <em>(How unusual)</em>


    The Rosette that she had always seen from afar was always surrounded by many people. Her figure was the same even in social circles, and there was always someone next to, behind, and in front of Miss Rosette.


    Thedy that Violette knew was always smiling gently in the middle of the crowd.


    Time passed and the bell rang while Violette was staring at Rosette dazedly. It was a signal that ss would start so they should return to the ssroom before the next bell.


    Rosette shouldve heard the bell as well, yet she kept touching the flowers without standing up.


    Violette didnt have to hesitate whether she should call out to her right now, but starting a conversation by herself was a big hurdle for Violette.


    It was not just about Violettes personality andmunication skills, but because the people at school felt some kind of tension around Violette. It was because of her family prestige and the aura from herself, not to say, there even were circumstances surrounding her family right now. Her ssmates were used to it, but for others, it was quite hard to talk to her.


    And while Violette knew of Rosette, they hadnt even met face to face, not to mention having an exchange. There was no space for the current Violette to specially confirm whether she knew about obvious things since she had only seen Rosette from far away.


    <em>(Well forget it.)</em>


    She didnt need to call out to someone that she was not friends with, especially not since there was a possibility that she would bother her.


    Above all, Violette was not confident that she could put on her smiling mask right now.


    She took her gaze away from the crouching Rosette in front of the flowerbed, tucking away the gloominess that she couldnt get rid of into the depths of their heart and returned to her ssroom.


    <strong>T/N: Rosette who? Shes not in the manga (yet?), right? Did I finally surpass the manga!? (_)! //noyoudontmii</strong>


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