Chapter 113


    <strong>Edgars Chapter 2: The book of inferiority</strong>


    Yes. I found out by chance, and I think there will a Karabinae training of her squad soon


    Howe someone like her, who disregards traditional etiquette, is allowed to participate in the training? Many people dont want to see her there, including me In any case, the Empire is nearing its end I tell you. Not only are lowly merchants posing as aristocrats, but now even women are posing as men


    As expected, right? I dont know why shes so bold. Im sure she knows that everyone can watch her whenever shes training there, right? Does she have no shame? Or, is it because shes enjoying the attention?


    Exactly, its because she has that type of personality, thats why shes staying here to get all that male attention


    When I think about her like that, my lower region heats up again. She seems like someone whod jump at you even in bed. A wife has to be quiet and modest, but it will definitely be enjoyable to have her as a little ything for a while I dont know who this girls husbands going to be, but it looks like shes going to give him a hard time


    Well, it wont be usHowever, I also dont mind having my way with her at least once


    Nothing truer than that. But can you imagine? Having your reputation dropping so low that youll be tossed around for a bargain price


    Ive heard shes very extravagant and arrogant, and that she will break your pride; Im dying to see the day when this girl whos pickier than a princess gets her nose smashed on that smug face of hers


    Unknowingly, Edgar mmed the book he was returning on the bookshelf. It was hard enough to cause the shelf to shake, and the two cadets at the window looked back at him in surprise.


    How noisy. Get out of here.


    What Who


    As one of them stuttered like a fool, hispanion grabbed his arm. They did, however, appear to recognize Edgar given their whispers when they passed by him. Even after their disappearance, Edgars irritation stayed. It was because the feeling of embarrassment due to the fact that he reacted for no particr reason, captivated him. With this, Edgar convinced himself that he only responded that way because they were loud and that he wasnt associating himself with the insults against Liloa.


    Regardless, everything he had heard bothered him, despite his refusal to admit to himself that he had grown sensitive about Liloa. He pretended he didnt understand theirnguage. Its not in Edgars nature to care about someone else, whether he knew her or not, or whether she was troubled or not, but for some reason, hes be annoyingly conscious of her, and he couldnt figure out why.


    Edgar considered himself to be naturally gifted. He excels in everything, and even though he could be clumsy at times, he quickly bes proficient in any field he sets his mind to. In addition, neither his appearance nor his origin had any ws. He knew all too well that he was exceptional, and he lived content with it.


    Although thest few years have been a dark phase for Edgar, such a short period of time hasnt changed his fundamental self-esteem. So Edgar found himself in an unfamiliar and unpleasant situation as he suddenly wanted to conceal his existence for no reason


    Thank you for kicking them out first. I found them loud, too.


    The voice came from behind the bookcase. The moment Edgar heard the unmistakable womans voice, he immediately realised who she was.


    <em>No, perhaps its because I recognize her voice. Aside from the employees, Liloa is the only woman in Lebrun. Also, an employee would never dare to speak to me in this manner.</em>


    Edgar stopped his hand trying to pull out a book. He almost asked, Why are you here at this time and what about training? as he knew about Liloas schedule because of the mens earlier conversation. Edgar hesitated and blinked his eyes rapidly. It struck him that Liloa was standing right in front of him.


    <em>Although there is a bookshelf between us, I might be able to see her if I pick out any book</em>


    He could see part of her clothes through a gap created by a short cover.


    <em>Cadets uniform If it had been a dress, it could have been a visitor, but if its a uniform, then the voice is without a doubt Liloas If so, I should just ignore her and leave. I had not nned on exchanging words with her yet</em>.


    But now that theyd met, Edgar was frozen in ce. It had only been a minute and he already wanted to be with her and talk to her. He got embarrassed as his desire was so obvious.


    <em>What did she just say?</em>


    However, in the midst of his denial, his tongue steadily spewed out words.


    What do you mean thank you


    When Edgar noticed that his voice had be very docile, he cursed inwardly.


    <em>Damn, whats this pathetic tone?</em>


    Because if I was the one who tried to drive them out, things would have been different. It only wouldve be louder


    Liloa sighed at the end of her sentence.


    <em>She doesnt bother revealing her identity. On the contrary, she appears to inly believe that the person shes speaking to understands what shes saying. Her implicit recognition appears fed up rather than arrogant She probably judged it would be too exhausting to exin because her name is prominent but for no good reasons.</em>


    Edgar, on the other hand, didnt want to stay long, but his eyes already chased her moving form. Her shoulders brushed between the shelves as she searched for a book, and her hair, tied up in a ponytail, dangled lightly. Edgars chest jumped wildly.


    What were you going to say?


    Some of the books between them slipped out and were put back again. The sound of Liloa turning some pages filled the silence. She scanned some more pages, and then closed the book. Edgar moved his body slightly so that he couldnt be seen through the gaps in the shelf.


    Hm well, I dont know. I dont really think about it too well before I say something. I just spit it out, you know? But to give an example I might haveughed at the idiot who said he was sorry for my future husband, but then assumed the possibility of being with me in the next sentence. Or I could have mocked them foring all the way here just to watch me train even though they said they didnt want to see me. I probably would have had a field day with them as they gave me so many options.


    ..!


    Edgar felt strangely excited because Liloa seemed to beughing.


    <em>She is more ordinary than I thought. Considering the extent to which her environment suppressed her, she has a cheerful personality. Shes not on the defensive and doesnt approach strangers with hostility. Its difficult for many people to survive this kind of treatment in Lebrun, but Liloa is doing it. Perhaps its because her generalisation is slow, she doesnt pass judgement quickly, or she respects the other person as an individualYes. Thats right.</em>


    They should feel ashamed of themselves. And thats what I wouldve made them feel.


    Why shame?


    Because they feel no guilt for disrespecting people. Im perfect the way I am, I can perform all the tasks Im assigned, but in the end, Im iplete because something will always be missing. Isnt it rude to treat a normal person as an invalid?


    Yes.


    Then they should be ashamed.


    Isnt it a bit absurd? The concept of shame has been changing all throughout history. Many people are still insensitive to the shame Ive been talking about, but well, I think it can change over time.


    Like how we started to wear clothes for purposes other than protection?


    Indeed.


    Liloa was horrifically urate. Edgar had considered the Ruwans to becking because they couldnt breathe on the Central Continent, even though they were already whole. On such a subject, he was btedly ashamed of himself from time to time. The ordeal was so shameful that he avoided Liloa when he first saw her. But now, Edgar wanted to ask her face-to-face instead of over the bookshelf.


    <em>Where in the world did you hear, read, and learn such a way of thinking?</em>


    He wanted to know everything Liloa thought and said. But at the same time, he didnt want to know the source of her knowledge.


    How can you say so?


    Naturally, because I was born that way.


    Edgar didnt understand what made Liloa so sure.


    <em>Whats natural? I asked her how, so why can she answer with its only natural?</em>


    But he didnt dare ask why. Whereas Edgar was filled with confusion, Liloa was exuding confidence. Their worlds seemed so far apart despite the bookcase being the only barrier, as though Edgar would step into another world upon crossing the shelf.


    <em>No, it might not just be one bookcase.</em>


    Edgar felt that he could only face Liloa after crossing the vast world between the numerous bookshelves separating them.


    Is that all?


    There are naturalws thats why. Im referring to it asws because of course, one should never say that people who exist are wrongful. Shouldnt we admit that naturalws shouldnt be broken, just as were ashamed of breaking our Empiresws?


    Where did you


    Edgar almost asked reflexively but quickly closed his mouth.


    <em>Where did she learn such a thing?</em>


    Since his time at the Imperial iraut, Edgar had been bombarded with simr questions. He conducted his own research and discovered the answers. So, Edgar was always the one to respond to such inquiries. As a result, when he became the questioner, he was ced in the same position as the old-school schrs, and his embarrassment increased even more.