I’m the Sub Male Lead in Romance Fantasy, but I Don’t Like the Female Lead

116 – Mister – 1

Yuria returned to her dormitory room with an uncharacteristic spirit. She tried to slam the door shut on her, but she closed it cautiously. It is because she is sensitive to the gaze of others. If you shut the door nervously and hear bad stories, it’s a headache.

It wasn’t until the door was completely closed and she was in her own space that she calmed down a bit and expressed her irritation. However, neither the comfortable and fluffy bed nor the colorful lights on the ceiling did much to comfort her. Although her single room in the dormitory was a room prepared for people of high rank, it was far short of the standard of her who was born and raised in the imperial palace. In the first place, these luxuries were not much of her hobby.

“Eight! Kyaaak!”

In YuRia’s eyes, clothes were randomly placed on her ground. She put one foot forward as a stepping foot and lifted her other foot high, trying to take her anger out on the innocents. And that was the defeat. Her cursed motor nerves caused the foot to go to a different place than she had originally thought, and there was another piece of clothing strewn about.

“Uh, uh!”

Boom!

And the result was this. It was as if she had stepped on her feet vigorously, and she slipped all the way. She didn’t even have time to balance herself before hitting her butt on the floor. Even though she had been working out all day, the throbbing pain in her tired body brought tears to her eyes. Moreover, before she could handle the pain alone, one of the maids who heard her and came running screamed in a hurry.

“What are you talking about! Are you okay?”

“Nothing… , nothing happened!”

As a maid, it must have been said out of loyalty and concern, but it was an act of no help to Yuria. After showing so much ignorance that the rest of her voice was overturned by her surprise, she sent her maid back and touched her tailbone. She was annoyed at the thought of her cracking, perhaps. It’s a relief that no one saw it, if only someone did…. She shook her body It was something she couldn’t even imagine.

Yuria threw herself onto her bed. Of course it hurts when her butt touches the floor, so in a prone position. Her whole body was covered in sweat and dust, which made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she didn’t really care. She’ll have it for a bit anyway, and if you ask for it to be changed on the way to wash up, she’ll change it for you. For now, I just wanted to lie down, even for a short while. As soon as I lay down on her bed, my eyes were half closed. She was startled and shook her head from side to side. She intends to take a break, but if she falls asleep here, it will be harder later anyway. Going to sleep without doing all the things she needs to do is poison.

She raised her torso, which was as heavy and limp as wet cotton. She barely sat up and looked at the mess in her room. She let out a sigh as she looked at the clothes littered all over the floor. Especially the clothes she slipped on that she had stepped on earlier. When are you going to clean it up again?

Of course, they can also call the servants and arrange them. However, Yuria had never had her subordinates tidy up her room like that. She had never shown a dirty room to anyone else, to be exact. She swept and cleaned and changed the bedspreads, and of course left these to the servants. However, I never saw any ugliness, such as clothes scattered everywhere, large pieces of trash just rolling around, or hair strewn all over the bed.

She finally said that she cleans twice. The maids who came to clean the room admired Her Highness’s room, saying that it was always clean, and liked it, saying that there was not much to clean, but for Yuria, it was only a waste of time. Her nature was not particularly tidy. It was almost like a kind of compulsion. The obsession with not wanting to show weakness to others. She wondered what kind of weakness her room was, but if she could fix it right away, wouldn’t that be an obsession? Eventually, she got up and started tidying up the room.

And after a while, the room was outwardly tidy enough to be said to be quite tidy. Yuria, who had barely finished cleaning, sat down on the bed again. And then she laid her body on her side naturally again. To her tired body from exercises she wouldn’t normally do, to her throbbing tailbone, to cleaning she didn’t want to. Looking back, she said, it was a day in which nothing was real. And the culprit behind all of that was Mikhail himself.

To be honest, cleaning the tailbone and cleaning would be a bit unfair to Mikhail, but in Yuria’s head, even that was because of Mikhail. Anyway, it was. If he hadn’t been angry at Mikhail, he wouldn’t have had to take his anger out on his clothes, and of course, he wouldn’t have fallen down or had a throbbing tailbone. YuRia, who was furious again when she remembered his face, rammed several pillows into her. She yelled at her in silence as she buried her face in her bed.

The moment he collapsed clutching his chest, his long-forgotten memories of him came back. Is that why he reacted more sensitively? He was forced to bring out memories he didn’t want to recall. The quality is worse in that he did it simply because he was grumpy. Of course, he probably didn’t do it knowingly, but just because he had no intention doesn’t mean he can justify the result. YuRia was in a mixed mood for no reason.

“Mr. .”

She lay facing the ceiling, covering her eyes with her arms. Painful memories of her came back vaguely.

‘Uncle’ was a man who especially cared for Yuria when she was still a child. I don’t know exactly, but a distant relative on her maternal side, she said. Did your forehead peel off a bit? He wasn’t very tall, but his hands were big. I remember always stroking his hair with that hand. He was already middle-aged at that time, so if he was still alive, he would have had gray hair on his head.

I always just called him uncle, but deep down I think he was my father. After his hair grew thicker, he was the only person who took care of himself in the court life where he couldn’t be vigilant for even a moment. He said that just looking at him reminds him of the daughter he left at home.

If you think about it now, he was a person who was veiled in many ways. When he asked others, he laughed it off with his troubled face, but no one gave details about him. Why was a nobleman who was married and had a daughter always attached to the imperial palace? He was not even a court aristocrat without a fiefdom. Besides, he always talked about missing his family and hometown.

I don’t know exactly when, but there was one time when he sneaked out of his room at night feeling like he was suffocating from the stuffy life. At least, he couldn’t go far with his little body, so he was just taking a walk in the empty backyard, but the fact that he was awake at the time he was supposed to sleep made his heart pound.

And there I bumped into Mr. He knew that he would get scolded for going around late at night, so the uncle didn’t say anything to himself, who was terrified. He just stroked my hair.

“You both have a lot of hardships too.”

“Yes?”

He said nothing further. He just patted his head and stared at the starry sky. It was a conversation without anything special, but it was a strong support for my childhood in the imperial palace, where there was no place to lean on. Perhaps the man came out to catch the night breeze because he was choking like himself.

And when she was 10 years old, her uncle died. In fact, she doesn’t even know if she’s dead or alive. Maybe it wasn’t, I’m just guessing. One unusual evening, he suddenly grabbed his left chest and gasped for breath before collapsing. And that was it. I can’t even remember the many tedious and complex processes that followed. I think I was just dazed. A shrieking scream and the sound of shoes rushing in an instant. Along with such miscellaneous things, the uncle disappeared.

There was no such thing as a funeral. Rumors that he had been poisoned floated around like a ghost with a hissing sound, and those rumors also disappeared within a week. And after the rumors disappeared, only one YuRia remembered him. He became unable to find anything about him, as if he were the person he never was. I felt like I was possessed by something.

I can guess at this point. For some political reason, for example, checks from her maternal relatives, anyway, for such an appropriate reason, she was taken as a hostage and confined to the imperial palace, and in the end, she was put away because she had served her usefulness, became a taboo for everyone, and ended such a fate that no one will remember. Would have met

However, such a guess was impossible for YuRia, who was only around 10 years old. He was left with a terrible sense of helplessness, saying that there was nothing he could do even though the person he depended on had fallen in front of his eyes.

It was thanks to that that she was able to respond calmly today. These are the things she learned with the mindset that she never wants to lose the people around her in such vain. Even so, in the end it was of no use. It was said that it was a joke, but more so because it was a joke, and Yuria felt terribly uncomfortable. I didn’t like the fact that my heart was pounding at the moment when I saw Mr.

She barely calmed down after beating her little pillow and bed a few more times.

“Still, I must apologize to Miss Cordelia.”

She is the one who is full of anger, but she calmly cools her head and thinks about it, it seems that she has done something wrong to Cordelia. Even when it was time for her to go, she had to leave her greetings. Hestia, who thought of her ridiculous plan, Lili, who put it into practice, and Mikhail, who pretended to die because he did not want to agree, all three had the same problems, but Cordelia was just a victim like himself.

By the way, how should I look at their faces starting tomorrow? To be honest, I haven’t been angry yet. It’s not objectively that big of a mistake, but anyway, since it’s a situation where they obviously made a mistake, I don’t intend to bow down first. However, it was also true that there was no one to go with other than those four.

To put it a bit exaggeratedly, it was safe to say that there was no one she could trust in this academy unless it was Wilhelm and Mikhail and his party. Being the most comfortable in front of someone you don’t like, or rather despise, is a bit contradictory in some ways, but it was also unavoidable.

Still, she couldn’t go around alone in the face of the princess. This was a surprisingly important issue. It won’t do anything good if there is talk of a problem with sociability.

And it turned out the next day that her worries were just unfounded.