# Chapter 37
Is this an occasion to thank him?
No no. Maybe step in to help us? Or maybe because he was of mixed origin, he felt angry.
“Gallerhead, let's go.”
I held Galerhyde's hand tightly.
He also took my hand with the same force, but unlike me, he was as polite as ever, and bowed to Edmund.
“Thank you for your help.”
Edmund glanced at me.
I couldn't shout, "Why are you looking?", so I just followed Galerhead and lowered my head.
"Why do you confront people like this one after another? Are you going to cause trouble? Are you a naughty chicken? Why are you challenging them?"
Edmund began to scold me, running his hand through his hair.
“And you too, what would you do if that man hit you? A light push from me knocked her down and hurt her. Didn’t you think about protecting her?”
Does he consider himself illiterate? He was the one who caused my injury, so why should he blame Galerhead? I justified it instead while pursing my lips.
"I intended to intentionally hit me. If he had hit me, I would have reported him for assault. At least the fine for assault would be higher than the fine for discriminating against Voglisch people."
“Even if that were the case!”
Edmund shouted, and Galerhead spoke immediately.
“I'm sorry, Olivia. I thought about protecting you, but it happened so fast that I couldn't take it.”
“It's okay, I'm not hurt.”
“What do you mean it's okay?!”
Edmund shouted as if he wanted to say more, but stopped.
The atmosphere around him was unnecessarily noisy. Well, suddenly a quarrel broke out, and the prince was carrying a sword.
“Heh, let's go back.”
Edmund spoke in a nervous tone, then quickly left the restaurant using his long legs. Felix bowed and quickly followed.
“Hmm...shall we go too?”
Gallerhyde scratched his cheek. I no longer wanted to stay in a restaurant whose employees had never intervened in such disturbances among customers.
“Yes, let's go out.”
Galerheid felt sorry that I did not eat dessert because of him, so he bought bread from a stall on the way. It looked like a churro, but tasted sweeter.
“Next time, I'll make it up to you with a more delicious dessert.”
“No, I was the one who wanted to invite you to dinner, so why did you pay?!”
This dinner date was to repay him, but Galerheid quickly paid and even bought dessert.
“Just… I thought if I paid, I could invite you to dinner again under this pretext.”
Does this mean he wants another date?
I patted him on the shoulder lightly and heartily: “There is no need for these arguments, let’s eat together!”
“I want us to eat together again,” I added quietly, and he smiled, then slowly reached out and rubbed the corner of my mouth.
“Oh…”
Will he kiss me now?!
As his face approached, I unconsciously closed my eyes forcefully.
“There is sugar here.”
“Ah, huh.”
He laughed loudly, making my eyes shut in vain.
“Olivia, you are so sweet.”
“I mean, something got in my eye! I blinked, it went into my eye, and it tingled!”
As I stuttered in embarrassment, he licked the sugar off his finger and smiled brightly.
“Maybe because of Olivia's long eyelashes.”
“N, yeah, right. My eyelashes are a little long. Haha!”
I felt hot, so I gathered my hair with one hand and tied it.
“The dinner I paid for today, how about we make up for it next time?”
“Yes, great! I will definitely pay, and I will choose something delicious. But in a place without morals like today!”
At my words, Galerhyde's smile widened.
“Hmm, maybe we'll find people like this wherever we go.”
True, in this world, the caste system still exists, and the nobles greatly despise the commoners.
Commoners, even foreigners, are considered war refugees by the citizens of the empire. It was sad that this discrimination was considered normal, even though it is not at all.
“However, I had a lot of fun today.”
Galarhyde smiled as he ran his fingers through his silver hair, which blew in the breeze. His hair sparkled in the moonlight, and his red eyes swayed gently. He looked like a fairy.
“You had fun?”
Hearing the word “trash” and still having fun? Not because of the beef, right? Does that mean he enjoyed my company?
“Yes, because you defended me.”
His large, gloved hand passed over my head smoothly.
“The experience of having someone get angry on my behalf is a first for me.”
His calm smile spread through the air. I felt a pain in my nose at his words, so I said confidently, “I will always be on your side from now on, Galerhead.”
"…truly?"
"Yes!"
Basically, discrimination because of these things is meaningless.
“Trust me alone!”
In the time I had left in this world, there was something I wanted to do no matter what.
“Now it may be difficult, but one day, I will eliminate the discrimination of foreigners in the empire!”
But first, I must find my master.
I looked at Galerhead, and he was still looking at me with a gentle expression.
If this continues, I may soon win Gallerhead's heart. If he is my master, my chances of survival will increase.
"That's reassuring. I didn't know that having someone in my class felt like this."
Gallerhead looked at my clenched fist, then put his hand on top of mine and held it. Our eyes met again, and neither of us spoke.
The silence was starting to get awkward, so I quickly changed the subject.
“Wow, your hand is so big, Gallerhead.”
“Isn't it because you're young?”
“That's true too.”
After that, we let go of each other's hands and exchanged idle conversations.
Under the moonlight, sitting on a street bench, the light chat was strangely enjoyable. I probably laughed louder to avoid the awkward silence.
“It's too late.”
Galerhyde looked at the quiet street, then got up.
“Tomorrow we have to go to work, I will give you a ride.”
"Ugh, work. I don't like it."
“Sudden? I heard you were a workaholic.”
“I love working, but my boss is annoying.”
He always acts like he wants to swallow me. But, when he acknowledges my efforts, I feel satisfied.
“Hmm, why don’t you move to another department?”
“Another section?”
But after everything you've done under Edmund, moving on now is difficult.
“Actually, I thought you two were in a relationship.”
He lightly grabbed my hand that was passing by, then raised it to his mouth.
I felt a slight warmth on the back of my hand.
“You said you weren't in a relationship, and you stopped confessing your love to him. So, I think I have a chance.”
Wait, what did I just hear?
“Will you confess your love to me now?”
When I asked stupidly, his red face, which looked like his eyes, shook up and down.
“In fact, I thought I should give in if His Highness was my rival.”
He stopped walking and looked at me. The dramatic height difference, the strong heartbeat from his hand holding mine, and the hot looks I feel now.
This is a confession of love.
“I felt impressed from the first moment I saw you.”
“When I got shot?”
Could that photo be attractive? Isn't it a little gross? A woman bleeds and falls. What are the chances that someone will like her?
“Haha, no.”
Galarhyde laughed and reached out to hold my head. What is he doing now?
“At first, I thought you were sick because you were shaking.”
"What?"
“But when our eyes met, I thought you were an angel. You were so beautiful.”
“Beautiful as an angel.”
I remembered the night of the festival, a man whose face I could not see well appeared and disappeared into the crowd. He was tall, with silver hair, and wore white gloves.
“Hey, at the festival...”
At my words, he smiled gently, then slowly removed his hand and kissed the back of my hand.
“That day, after we parted, I felt so sorry. I should have asked your name.”
“Gallerhead.”
“When we met again, I was really shocked because you were bleeding so badly.”
Seriously, is Galerhead that guy from the Peace Festival?