"How's my father doing, Mister Lionas?" I asked him, still with the dirty clothes, and about the sleeve with the open wound.
It's not been more than half an hour since everything has settled down. A wizard trusted by my father, and my godfather, came running since my calling. Because of that, I had to ask Seiryu to look around property.
Through the garden, I saw nothing but damage from Dad's unexpected arrival. However, I still felt apprehensive about something I don't know. One wizard was enough to calm me down, and then wake him up.
"Oh! Don't worry." The magician said to calm me down, which is useless. "He's fine. He only got scratches from the fall ... The Master is really strong." Everyone says that about him. Everyone is afraid of him. So why would he be strong? To survive.
Wizard Lionas, or my godfather, has never been described anywhere. When Dad traveled for days, he was a wizard who contacted me about my father's work. I never heard it directly if not now. He is handsome and from a different family. Two children. Widower.
In the novel, one of his sons named Leo goes after helping the female protagonist in an Evy frame. This child will be given as my father's apprentice, and Evy's lackey.
Nothing I can change if I don't leave this house soon.
"He is awake?" I asked him. "Yes. That's why I left, because he called you." Oh. I really didn't have to wait any longer. I want to make this story clear. "Thank you for telling me, godfather." I was running to open his bedroom gate, but I turned to see him smile
"You really are like your father, hihi .." were the last words he said before disappearing into the mansion's hallways.
When I open the door, I face myself with my father, who is lying on the bed, still wearing the clothes he came with. I just have to have a civil conversation. "Will you tell me now what this is all about?!" No. For me it's enough to be patient. "Do you know how worried I was about you ?! You arrive out of nowhere, burning Mom's garden and flowers!" Why am I talking about this woman? "I haven't heard from you in days. l had to deal with Julie to take care of business... Everything was heavy for me ..."
I can not. Every day was difficult for me. My painful decision to forget my plan to leave this mansion, and still have to take my chances at that banquet. Nothing was as planned. And why? A father traveled without explanation.
"... I'm sorry." He didn't smile. He's serious, with a guilty look in his eyes. I just said without meaning to. "I had to go out for you, Evy, my sweet adorable daughter ..." Your voice is downcast, but smile like that.
"Why?" I asked. A part of one wanted to cry at that moment, but I didn't feel that way, not yet. The anger I felt at that moment was a thousand times greater than I thought my sadness was. Maybe he was mixing up the papers. Me, a ususpier of the real Envy, or accept of being the real Envy. "What reason did you say you were going to tell me? I've been waiting for days, Dad."
I saw him restrain himself a little already in bed with my question. She knew she was being serious enough, as was he. Apparently the positions have changed now, as it wasn't me who was being judged, it was him. My arms crossed as I continued to stand, watching the handsome man—Envy's father—try to articulate the right words.
"I said that, but... As your father, I forbid you to know." He said. She was baffled, because even under the circumstances he was hiding something from me, from his own daughter. In the novel, I remember Envy's father being like this, overprotective. The fact is, no matter what secret he had, he never came to tell anyone.
"So what happened before you fell from the sky?! You have to tell me, Dad!" I said without patience. Just remembering that scene sent shivers down my spine. Was this normal in the Tower Master's life? Did Envy follow such a hidden life? How stupid. I wish that didn't happen one day. I don't want it to end up like the novel.
Little by little I changed what was happening around Envy's story, taking a little bit from there and here to put together a surprisingly good ending. As far as the main story goes, it hardly mattered to me, once the crown prince and the Duke's lost daughter get along with each other as a happy couple, until the end of their days. And so, without getting involved in this human story, I could live a little longer than they did. After all, Seiryu believes he would live a little over a hundred years, right? It can be fun to try other lives.
By far, Envy was very lucky in life! But up close, it seemed like a mess to tidy up a piece that was out of place. His quiet and forgotten life over the years was a total boredom. No magic, or friends. Just an overprotective father who thinks he's the god of this world. But come to think of it, he could be. And then... would Envy become a princess, something like that? Well, it doesn't matter that much. Because she could be anything her father would do, without the imperial family doing anything to stop her.
"I won't insist... I'm tired of it all." I no longer cared whether he would say something to me or not. Somewhere, I felt I wouldn't get any answers. Waiver. This is horrible. In my past life, I knew this feeling very well. Sometime he knew he would have to give up, and lift his head again. Again and again. Everytime. Evy was always a girl protected by her father, wasn't she? I may not be her daughter, but I think the real Evy didn't like that. But even so, she accepted.
Maybe now... Just now, should I be like her? Suddenly I feel tired. Standing here, seeing the face of a man I still refuse to accept as my father, was staring at me in a way that didn't want to have any more strength. The longer he stares at me, the more eerily I get, and I don't want that. After all, I'm being driven by emotions, something I don't want.
"Evy…?" He called me. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was staring at me more than ever. This man knows how to change people well. A good handler. "No matter how many times I insisted that you explain it to me, you wouldn't tell me, would you?" I asked.
Normally I didn't smile, but for some reason I was also amused by this situation. I still wonder how a father-to-son relationship can exist like this... Hiding secrets. "Evy" He called me again. I was irritated. "Let me tell you why..."
"Enough. I don't need to hear this. I don't want...not anymore." I said. She felt strange to me, almost as if I was going to throw up at any moment with those words so absurd. In fact, I may also be being pathetic, more likely than he is. It's the first time I've been like this, so worried. What's wrong with me? Everything. "I'll rest. I don't feel well." I warned him.
My desire to get out of that room quickly was my greatest desire at that moment. And when I could no longer reach the entrance to his room, I ran even with a high shoe, even though my feet fell to the ground. I didn't care about the elegance, or what world I'm in. I'm just tired, not finding any way out or an explanation.
Stories are different from my real life. A villain could not simply want to have a peaceful life, without having to die for someone else's desire, in her own ignorance. It's like a script that everyone follows. A hierarchy. Evy, as an important person, should know how cruel the world can be. But she doesn't know, and maybe neither do I.
What's the difference between the two of us to be so alike? I feel like her, already being her. Just like a caged bird, its wings purposely ripped off.
I already noticed. Evy had no way out, let alone protection inside this mansion.
No one would help you, not even some god.
Evy Manneville is cursed for a bad ending.