<h4>Chapter 78: Is this a dream?</h4>


    “… ga, Olga.”


    “… Wha.”


    … My head is hurting. It just keeps hurting.


    … Rather, where is this, I wonder? I can’t open my eyes so I can’t tell.


    Right, I was pushed by Liselotte, hit my head and injured my ankle… no, that’s quite serious.


    “… It hurts.”


    When I muttered that,


    “Eh!? You are in pain!? … Did the medicine stop working?”


    I heard someone’s panicked voice, I felt my upper body being lifted and something bitter entered my mouth.


    “… Ueh.”


    “Don’t spit it out. It’s a medicine… I will give you water, swallow it properly, okay?”


    A moment after hearing that, cold water entered my mouth.


    Even though I felt like spitting it out, I somehow managed to drink it.


    “… Fuu, the medicine should be effective in just a moment, okay?”


    Someone said and put me down.


    … There, I noticed that I was familiar with that voice.


    It was Rishell’s voice.


    … However… as the Crown Prince, Rishell wouldn’t be feeding me the medicine himself, so it’s definitely not him. It might be a dream.


    “… Olga? Can you hear me?”


    “… Ugh.”


    I can hear you, I couldn’t get my voice out even when trying to tell him.


    Is my body still not awake, I wonder?


    I feel absentminded, my body cannot move, and on top of that, I hear Rishell’s voice.


    … Yup, this is a dream.


    Rishell is royalty, he’s not in a position to be doing something like this.


    Although he did say he would be bringing me to a doctor’s office.


    “Is your consciousness hazy?”


    Rishell muttered.


    What a precise dream this is… rather, a dream where Rishell is nursing me… just how much do I like Rishell?


    “… Your fever… has went down.”


    Did I even have a fever?


    Rather, stop it. Don’t touch my forehead to feel my temperature. I seem to be sweaty, which is troubling.


    I thought while feeling the touch of Rishell’s hand on my forehead.


    … Since it’s a dream, will Rishell do anything I wish for?


    If I tell him that I like him, will he answer me?


    Well, while I may be wishing for such reality in a dream, I would actually wish for something like this.


    “… Sorry, Olga. I couldn’t protect you.”


    I wanted to say “It’s not your fault.” to Rishell’s voice.


    That time, Rishell was waiting for Liselotte to shut up, so if I didn’t try to take Lucretia-sama away, Rishell wouldn’t have to use force.


    Well, this is a dream, so there’s nothing I can’t do about it.


    “If I stopped that stupid woman when she was approaching you, you wouldn’t get hurt.”


    Rishell muttered vexingly.


    … By a stupid woman, he means Liselotte? It certainly suits her perfectly, but even as a joke, telling a neighboring country’s princess stupid is a little…


    “Lucretia was crying too, you know? Olga-sama got hurt because of me, she said. She cried enough to make Cain-sama troubled.”


    Seriously? Lucretia-sama would certainly cry…


    However, she must have cried a lot since she troubled Cain-sama. Even though he’s just like the malicious Rishell.


    I hope Lucretia-sama didn’t copse after that? Was she all right?


    Lucretia-sama seemed weak, so I am worried about her.


    “You are too kind, Olga… I bet you didn’t even want to approach Liselotte, yet you went to help Lucretia.”


    I have been seen through. Certainly, I didn’t want to get any closer to Liselotte because she seemed like she would startining.


    However, it couldn’t be helped. Lucretia-sama seemed like she would fall t.


    Besides, I am not kind.


    I just simply didn’t want Lucretia-sama to copse there.


    … It’s just I couldn’t do anything on my own.


    Moreover, now that I understand that I like Rishell, I think I don’t want people close to him to get hurt.


    How egoistic am I?


    However, I will have to support Rishell with pursuing the girl he likes.


    I don’t want to die after all. I don’t want him to die.


    … I hate this Otome Game. I hate the Heroine even more.


    “… Ugh.”


    “… Are you crying? Do you have a nightmare, I wonder?”


    Rishell spoke and wiped the tear that flowed down with his hand.


    Are my tears falling within a dream?


    … This is certainly a nightmare, though.


    A cruel dream of unrequited love.


    If he is this kind to me in a dream, how am I supposed to face him in reality?


    … I hope I will forget about this dream.


    “… Are you crying because of the injuries? I am truly sorry.”


    … This is my first time hearing Rishell’s voice this gentle.


    He always smiles, he’s strong, I have never seen him crying before.


    However, those are all lies after all.


    In the end, he’s like me, just a seventeen years old boy.


    He shouldn’t have forsaken tears at this age.


    … Rishell’s voice sounded as if it was crying, so I wanted to tell him “Don’t cry please.”


    I couldn’t get out my voice as usual, though.


    “… Not being able to protect the girl I love, I am unsightly, am I not?”


    … The girl he loves? From the looks of it, he’s talking about me, but… what a convenient dream.


    On top of being nursed by Rishell, I had the option of him telling me that he likes me.


    Seriously, how sad.


    Because I know something like this won’t ever happen in reality.


    … At the very least, I want to tell him. I am in a dream anyway, so no one will know.


    The moment I thought such, my voice that was previously stuck, smoothly came out.


    “… I am sorry, Rishell. I love you.”


    The moment I felt a weird sense of aplishment, I was assaulted by strong drowsiness.


    Is this the effect of the medicine, I wonder?


    … It was only in a dream, but I did say it. While embracing the aplishment, my consciousness fell into darkness.


    Although I heard Rishell saying something, I couldn’t understand what that something was as my consciousnesspletely paused.