I Tried to Become a Worthless Scumbag to Break Our Engagement for His Happiness, but Instead I Was Hugged, Kissed, and Sworn Eternal Love by the Ice Knight (BL) - CHAPTER 37
And so, the next morning, the promised day arrived. Fleck waited nervously for Heliosphere in the entrance hall, when the butler informed him of his arrival. The old Fleck would have jumped up immediately. But now, after learning many things, Fleck stayed seated on the sofa, pure white staff in hand, waiting until Heliosphere appeared at his side.
“Good morning, Fleck.”
“Good morning, sir.”
Heliosphere appeared with a brisk and graceful step. Since it was a holiday, he was, of course, in casual clothes. Fleck grew excited at seeing the Ice Prince’s casual clothes for the first time in a long while, and he couldn’t help but look twice. Because his clothes were plain—black from head to toe, a casual outfit that hid all brightness. It did suit him very well. But still, why wear such completely black clothes?
Surely there were brighter, more elegant colors to choose from.
Fleck, wearing oversized clothes handed down from his older brother, could say nothing. So, he only smiled politely as usual, pretending to keep up appearances. Heliosphere then reached out his hand.
It was supposed to be assistance, but by now Fleck had been made to grow used to it. An escort—that was what it really was.
Fleck forced himself not to melt and cling to him, instead allowing himself to be led by that hand into the carriage.
They chatted idly as the carriage moved along, until Fleck noticed the scenery outside the window.
It was the middle of the city.
What kind of errand could they be on today? Perhaps they were going to buy a new record board. Or maybe it was a knight’s duty supply. Even on his day off, Heliosphere seemed busy and hard-working—Fleck thought he must help properly.
As Fleck gazed at the unfamiliar, modern streets, Heliosphere spoke:
“We’re going to a tailor I’ve been visiting for a long time.”
Fleck looked at Heliosphere, clad all in black, and thought: Would he buy something besides black this time? I hope so… I’d like to see him in brighter colors.
And then, maybe—maybe he was asking Fleck’s opinion? No, impossible. There was no way. Fleck covered it with another shallow, polite smile.
“I see.”
“I was thinking of buying clothes for you.”
“…Eh?”
Fleck froze. The main purpose was him?
“The sizes you wear now don’t fit, do they? That must be troubling.”
Heliosphere smiled with elegance. From that smile, Fleck felt something firm and unshakable.
“Yes… it does trouble me.”
“They’re all comfortable clothes, so don’t worry.”
Something in Heliosphere’s tone sounded happy, and Fleck found himself feeling happy too. Because—this was no mere errand. This was just an outing. No… this was a date. No, no! It wasn’t a date.
It was about work. It was about not looking shameful. That was all.
Fleck clutched the selfish part of himself that was shouting “date, date, date,” and pinned it down hard.
He straightened his back and reminded himself: this was duty, the responsibility of one who served.