THREE

The art teacher did not give his feedback on the midterm course and said that he would replace this art project with a final exam. The theory and commentary were given last semester, so the students must draw them autonomously.

Let’s draw, Rosalia. I have to draw something. Tomorrow is the presentation date.

Lucian asked Rosalia again, who was solemnly staring at the white drawing paper.

"Lia, what do you like most about my face?"

Since there was no teacher in the classroom, they used to speak loudly, but Lucian’s low voice was well inserted in Rosalia’s ear, perhaps because their seat was close. She wanted to pretend she didn’t hear it, but it was too clear, so she couldn’t.

Sweat rose on Rosalia’s hand that held a pencil. It was truly a crisis.

How do I put it? I don’t like it at all? Your face seems likes butter? It’s greasy like butter?

There’s no way she can say that.

If one talks like that, you can fall into blasphemy.

Prince Lucian, who is said to be sweet, can say this terrifying thing.

“Really? Then Lia should be exiled. Because you can’t be in Rosenthia’s kingdom, that you would dare to assess me as greasy as the next King.”

Rosalia murmured, feeling her heart pounding with anxiety.

"The girls… say that the prince’s eyes are the coolest. It is clear and transparent as if capturing the vast blue sea. Prince has a very high nose. Your skin is very smooth, too."

She patted herself on the back from the crisis.

Prince Lucian said casually:

"Don’t think of them, but of you, Lia."

Rosalia’s heart dropped.

She felt nauseous as if she were about to vomit and her heart was pounding as if it would burst out of her chest.

She tried her best to pick out a few words.

"Uh, I’m…"

It was so painful and hard that she put strength between her eyebrows.

Rosalia chose the easiest thing to say, thinking of her family in her hometown.

"Prince’s facial features….."

She told herself,

You can’t say he’s greasy!

A voice that did not sound like hers came out of her mouth.

"I think everything is harmonious, I can’t choose one."

Rosalia felt relieved after speaking.

She heard a laugh from the other side which was funny, so she thought she got over the crisis well.

"Lia is also beautiful."

At first gLucian, the soft tone was full of disappointment.

"In fact, I was worried if Lia thought I was ugly because you didn’t see me."

Rosalia felt intimidated again.

Wow, he must have figured it out now.

A person who doesn’t know if he had been told he was handsome from the time he woke up in bed in the morning until he closed his eyes in bed at night.

What should I do? I am now forced to be exiled from the Kingdom of Rosenthia.

Her hands trembled and her mouth went dry.

She was embarrassed because she didn’t know how to respond, but just in time, the bell rang to announce the end of class.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Rosalia jumped up and packed her sketchbook and bag and tried to get out of the classroom as swiftly as possible.

"Lia, aren’t we going to the next class together?"

Unfortunately, Prince Lucian suggested going to economics class with him. He smiled brightly.

At the sudden suggestion, Rosalia accidentally looked straight at Prince Lucian.

In an instant, the nausea in her lower abdomen rose to the end of her neck.

"No, I’m going to stop by the bathroom….."

With a strangled groan, Rosalia ran out of the classroom.

Sasha, who took a writing class in the next room, asked with wide eyes.

"What’s wrong?"

"Bathroom!"

She hurriedly answered and went straight to the bathroom.

Rosalia grabbed the toilet and threw up.

"Puaj…"

She threw up several times, but nothing came out because she didn’t eat anything.

"Ah…"

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Rosalia pulled herself together and exited the bathroom.

"Urgh…"

She was still feeling nauseous. It’s been so hard, but today has been the hardest day ever.

Rosalia, who came out of the bathroom as she wiped her face, said quickly as soon as she saw Sasha waiting in front of her.

"Sasha, I really thought I was going to die. I was staring at that cheesy face for 50 minutes. I wanted to puke my guts out."

"…"

Sasha was quiet for some reason.

When Rosalia saw Sasha’s complex and subtle face, she felt something cold run up her spine.

Sasha looked at Rosalia with pity, which seemed to be due to licking herself for her friend in a sad situation rather than sympathizing with her friend’s difficulties.

And ominously, behind Sasha’s red hair, she saw a white shirt.

Someone with at least a head larger than the slim Sasha was standing behind her.

When she looked up, saying, “No way,” the Prince with an interesting expression stood in front of her with his long eyelashes down.

"Lia, do I look cheesy?"

Surprised, Rosalia looked at Sasha as if asking for help.

"That… you don’t. It’s not that…"

However, Sasha puffed up her cheeks as if sad, shook her head, and ran off.

Rosalia felt it again.

This is Sasha’s friendship…

Prince Lucian asked her interestingly, who was hardened like a stone statue.

"Lia, do you think I look cheesy?"

"…"

"Is that so?"

Somehow, she was sweating because she felt he was asking for an answer. Rosalia tried to moisten her lips with saliva.

"Oh, no… it’s not that…."

"Yes, tell me."

Prince Lucian smiled at her.

Rosalia stammered.

"Wow, the Prince… you’re a little different, I think, so you enjoy the sense of art… reading and poetry…. then…."

Rosalia heard her voice in her head screaming, ‘Say it’s delicate!’ in a startled voice.

"I know, delicate, I wanted to put it this way."

"…"

The corners of Prince Lucian’s lips rose strangely asymmetrically.

Rosalia, who saw his gaze lowered steadily, was in despair.

It didn’t sound like an excuse.

After an impressive silence, Prince Lucian widened his eyes.

"That’s amazing. I always thought I was like that."

Rosalia looked at Prince Lucian in surprise and immediately turned away. Her heart raced with trepidation.

Prince Lucian’s tone was full of laughter.

"Thank you Lia for noticing. I feel good. I wanted you to know."

Rosalia answered him, feeling strange that the conversation somehow seemed to have gotten lost.

"What?"

Prince Lucian suddenly leaned his head down and whispered in Rosalia’s ear.

"I’m telling you. I’m very sensitive."

(Ah!)

With his voice tingling in her ears, she seemed to have goosebumps all over her.

Rosalia felt Prince Lucian’s breath on her ear and took a step back. Her stomach, which had barely calmed down, felt nauseous again.

Greatly embarrassed, Rosalia staggered, unable to find a place to escape.

"Aren’t you on your way to economics class?"

Prince Lucian smiled at her.

"No, I’m going to stop by the bathroom for a minute. To look in the mirror again. Lia, go ahead."

Somehow, there seemed to be a slight thorn in his voice.

"Yes, yes!"

But Rosalia didn’t have time to look at his mood. She ran out of the place, thanking him for the opportunity.

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