How to Survive at the Academy

[Gaiden] Windflower (5)
The soft light of the full moon seeps through the fluttering curtains.

Ed’s face looking up from the dark is infinitely serious. As always, he seems to be in deep thought… No matter how rational and rational a man is, there are limits.

Patience is bound to break at some point.

Ed Roth-Taylor’s patience and self-discipline may be considered the realm of a superhuman, but it is by no means infinite.

Yenika whispers, with the intention of hitting the swaying reason for the last extra blow. I’m fine.

The warm relationship where they understand, care for, and care for each other is beautiful. But, for now, let’s not think about such complicated things. It’s time to graduate from the fairy tale flower garden.

Illustration from a fairy tale book that Jenika read as a child.

The fresh story of the wonderful prince rescuing the princess, raising his bangs and kissing him in a cute way. It was Yenica, who spread her imagination while pounding pillows and pressing down on the duvet with just one kiss like that…

I had to realize that the kiss in reality is completely different from the content in the children’s book, which was cutely drawn in a cute watercolor style.

Ed’s callus-filled hand brushed her forehead, leaving Yenika with nowhere to hide. With her trembling eyes and her recalled cheeks uncovered, unable to hide any more, she stiffened and had to wait for Ed’s next move.

Is the fish on the chopping board feeling like this?

Now, the strange state of being led by a man named Ed Roth Taylor and moving. Even the strange sense of immorality that comes from such a sense of control is a new world for Yenika.

Ed Roth-Taylor was equally nervous. It’s not that women aren’t inexperienced, but this situation of touching a girl as innocent and youthful as Yenica… encourages a different kind of hesitation.

The thought of whether this is okay or not is constantly engulfing my head… But no matter how rationally it is, there is no reason why it shouldn’t be.

Yenika herself said it was okay, Ed herself had already declared that she was trash, and the villagers… even Yenika’s family were nodding their heads.

The hand that ran down Yenika’s forehead and straight down her jawline… It’s okay to extend it down a little further. No one in the world can stop the movement of that hand.

If there’s no one to stop it, just move on. Ed swallowed one gulp of her dry saliva, unsuitably, and then kissed her quietly as she stroked Yenika’s shoulder.

Your lips are on fire.

The surface of Yenika’s skin was completely heated to that extent. Has her shame reached its limit?

It wasn’t the first kiss. However, kissing in this kind of situation and in this atmosphere is a completely different experience from the brief kissing at camp.

The illustrations of children’s books don’t even compare to reality. Just the touch of the surface of her lips meant that Yenika had to experience her whole body trembling and shivering, with her gooey feeling pounding in her chest.

The love between a man and a woman is that they hold hands and smile at each other in a pretty pansy flower field… It’s not just full of heartwarming scenes like that.

Rather, the creepy feeling of entering a forbidden zone is closer to the essence.

Yenika experienced that feeling for the first time in her life.

Ed’s mouth falls off, and Yenika takes a deep breath, waiting for Ed’s next move.

Just as Ed’s hand went down a little bit further and was about to go to the next bend… Yenika couldn’t contain it and made a voice.

“Ed uh… that…”

From now on, the meaning of skinship changes.

In the state just before that, Yenika barely managed to raise her voice like a squeeze.

“Okay, can I ask a really pathetic, stupid question…?”

“Now…?”

“Oh, yes…”

Ed paused for a moment, then nodded quietly.

“Eh, Ed… am I the first?”

I couldn’t help but suffocate for a moment at the question that seemed to pierce my lungs. In a situation like this, when such a question comes in, no one has to stop thinking at least once.

Ed did the same. I was going to think about it for a while, but in fact, the option of ‘thinking about it’ is the worst. It’s because the answer is as good as the answer at the point of thought.

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There’s no reason to lie to Yenica, and the odd consideration can only make the atmosphere weirder… First of all, Ed shook his head.

“Ugh…”

I wonder if that brief reply was a shock to Yenica, holding back her tears for once. In fact, she has nothing to say about Jenica.

Ed met Yenika after entering the Sylvania Academy, and what Ed’s life would have been like before that is not entirely hers. In fact, it’s been the same since then.

As a master craftsman, he must have lived a life completely separated from Yenika. From Yenika’s point of view, Ed’s life before admission is purely a realm of imagination.

So I can’t say anything to Ed who shook his head. However, I can at least make a request.

“Me, this is my first time…”

“Eh, Ed has to take the lead… I really… have white hair… nothing… I don’t know…”

Yenika said it with pure intentions, but she wouldn’t know how heavy it was to the other person.

Do whatever you want, and I’ll follow you. No man could keep his patience in front of this.

As it was, Ed’s hand went down the curve. Yenika closed her eyes and held her heart firmly. After that, things went smoothly with her.

The busier Ed’s hands got, the more Yenica’s voice rose in response. Sometimes, intensely as if this moment was wasted, and sometimes subtly as if this time would last forever, they coveted each other.

Hugging each other, making eye contact, and touching each other’s skin.

For Yenica, who has no experience with the opposite sex, every little action seems to cross the forbidden line. It’s the first time I’ve hugged him with his whole body, and the feeling of resistance as if he’s doing something he shouldn’t be doing doesn’t go away. /p>

It’s only after Yenika gets so close that she realizes the difference between Ed and herself more and more.

It’s not about status, personality, background, values, etc… A more wild and primal difference. His body, which was completed after repeated heavy hand movements, strong arms and legs, taller than a span of height, a body that could not be embraced even if he held tight, and a steady life of survival, was quite thin and compared to that of Yenica, who was pure white. becomes.

A few more kisses were repeated, but the more I did, the more my heart just jumped. Whatever it is, when it comes to this kind of behavior, he really has no adaptability at all. Realize that fact.

One hand gesture, one kiss, one breath, the warmth, all of them don’t fit. Every time, like the first time, my heart is pounding, and I push Yenica into a coma at any moment.

Ed was well aware of that, but he was no longer in a position to look after Yenika.

Even while he was busy, he lifted Yenika’s bangs once in a while to make eye contact with them.

Every time that happened, Yenika still couldn’t adapt and tried to avoid her gaze with a shy expression. Still, Ed gave Yenica no more escape.

It gives them a chance to regain their composure by having time to make eye contact with each other like that… but it was counterproductive for Yenika. To meet her face up close with Ed requires too much mental power.

I closed my eyes like that, and then it became fun to see Yenika trying to make eye contact again, so I got to the point of half-joking around.

Yenika was already half-conscious at this point.

Even if you raise your voice while feeling Ed’s touch, rest for a while and make eye contact and look at each other, or gently support each other without saying anything while hugging.

When Ed uses his strength, he holds up, and when Ed strokes him, he just feels the warmth, and he goes back and forth between tension and relaxation, playing in his hands.

And the surprising part was that he was quite enjoying that feeling.

Even though my limbs weren’t tied, I could feel something filling up in my chest just by moving as I received the lead without doing anything.

Ed patted her head and hugged her again, when Yenika realized. This is a feeling of happiness.

It doesn’t feel a bit violent to express it in a lump, but other than that, there was no other word to express this feeling of satisfaction that rose in my heart.

Yenica Palerover is now feeling happy. It was not a simple desire satisfaction, but an absurd feeling of positivity and hope for life.

This is what it must have been like to spend the night together.

It is a process of reaffirming the value of one’s life by leaning on someone’s warmth, rather than satisfying one-dimensional desires that crave each other’s warmth in a promiscuous place.

It’s about getting confirmation that you’re not alone. Whether it be a flower road or a thorny road, there is someone by my side to walk hand in hand with.

It was not a life full of sunlight. In fact, she has had more dark days since entering Sylvania.

The anticipation that weighed on your shoulders, the magic progress of Glasskan that filled the sky, the memories of crying at the broken nail coffin, the cry of Sung Chang-ryong who roared with the will to burn the continent, and the landscape that covered the skies of Aken Island. De’s beating sound, and his will to pierce through the hordes of monsters with scars.

And the loneliness of Yenica Palerover, who endured bleeding, crying, and clenching her teeth at the end.

Even if you may not be compensated for those cold days, there is someone by your side who will understand.

It seemed to confirm how much happiness it was, and suddenly Yenica shed a few tears.

“…are you okay?”

“I’m not crying because I’m scared.”

“…so what?”

“Just.”

People cry even when they are happy. I realized such a new fact.

Yenika felt Ed’s thumbs brushing her eyes, and looked up at the corners of her lips.

Are you finally relaxed?

Ed nodded and tucked the large pillow on the edge of the bed under Yenika’s waist.

Because of the upright waist, the posture is as if the body is protruding upright, and the curves of the body seem to be emphasized. She’ll get used to it, but still Yenica took her breath away, her face blushing.

Ed swept down his chin once, and then supported Yenika’s waist with both arms.

It was obvious what was going to happen, but in reality, the body didn’t matter. Sooner or later, the communion of the mind rather than the body gave the two a greater sense of satisfaction.

To share the sense that we value each other is one of the greatest happiness a person can feel.

It was the same thought that Yenika had in her heart during the long night. Will there ever be another happy moment like this in my life? That joy and regret were swirling at the same time.

After that, Yenika just held on to the pillow as if it were a lover.

Grab the pillow under the waist, or lie down in your arms and bury your face, support your body as it is, support your arms behind your neck, and look at the sky…

After such a long time passed, Yenica realized two things.

One was that his body was not as flexible as he thought, and the other was that… Ed’s stamina, which seemed to last forever, had a limit.

Is the end coming soon? Edgar swept Yenika’s cheek once, pretending to be tight on her stomach, and Yenika hugged him tightly.

I wanted this guy to run away from anywhere, so I wanted to hold him in my arms for the first time… That’s how Yenica wanted to bury her face in Ed Roth-Taylor’s wide chest until the end.

*Quiet yet full of vitality.

It is a contradictory expression, but at dawn in a mountain village, it has such a strange feeling.

The majesty of the majestic mountain range could not be ascertained because of the mist flowing down the ridge, but from time to time the noise of life reverberates through the village.

From the dark hour when even the sun slept, this village is starting to prepare to move.

At the beginning of the year, the smoke rises, then gets caught up in Merylda’s kick and disappears in a swish.

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Merylda, who was watching the mountain scenery from the roof of the dormitory, looked down at me smoking a cigarette from dawn and smiled mischievously.

[You look tired~]

I sat quietly on a tree stump in front of the dormitory and listened to the sound of grass bugs at dawn, but I was trying to answer something.

Yenika is completely lost and asleep. She covered her well and when she came out, she saw people leaving for work in the early hours of less than five o’clock.

“You are also very mean. Merylda.”

[ What a new thing~. ]

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Merylda jumped off the roof of the dormitory and landed on the floor, holding the skirt fluttering in the wind.

I pulled my white hair back and swept it down, then came back behind me, lowered my posture, looked up at my face, smoking a cigarette, and said teasingly.

[ Trash~ ]

I was about to say what to say, but I just stood still because I thought it would be better not to deny it. She’s all Meryl Dale herself, and she doesn’t really have much to say about herself.

[I don’t want to leave Yenika unattended, but I don’t want to burden her… Well, I’ll admit that you did your best in the best possible position… ]

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Merylda sat next to me on a tree stump, flapping her skirt and talking.

[Nodding her head when asked if other women are involved or not… Yenika may, perhaps, have a more difficult road ahead… ]

“Hey man.”

[ You don’t know how things are going in the world~. One day, you might suddenly have new eyes. ]

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Merylda smiled as if she didn’t like it, but played a prank on her by sending out wind magic and scattering my smoke from the beginning of the year.

I knew that he was a spirit with a playful temperament, but he seemed to be in a better mood today.

I knew why.

“Anyway, we should start investigating Tyr’kallax soon. I have to finish it quickly and return to Aken Island.”

After all the candles were lit, I lit the fire and talked.

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Merylda, who heard those words, spoke again with a faint face.

[ You know what? ]

“What.”

[ In this area, the pansy flowers that bloom all the way along the ridge are called wind flowers. ]

“Is that right?”

The wind blew. It is a cool breeze at dawn.

The cool breeze that rides down the ridge is always refreshing.

With her pure white hair fluttering, Merylda looked up at the open ridge.

[ Why do you think it’s called that? ]

“Is it always swaying gently in the wind?”

[ Similar but subtly different. ]

With that solitary face that occasionally looks up, the wind wolf spoke softly.

*“Can I get you something to drink?”

On the way up after smoking, the owner of the hostel kindly asked. After saying thank you, I climbed up the shabby stairs and opened the door. Maybe it was because I didn’t get much sleep last night, so I wanted to lie in bed a little longer.

Yenika had just woken up and was pinching her toes.

It seemed like he was looking at me with his body buried under the blanket, perhaps embarrassed to show his face. This is the so-called wise time.

I sat across from the bed opposite and placed the kettle on the side table.

And after pouring a glass of water into the cup, one shot at a time and put it down.

So quiet for a while.

After a time difference in the silence that followed, I decided to raise my voice again.

“Hey Yenika.”

It was so surprising that they were called once, Yenica shook her toes and shook her body.

And the way he carefully poked his head under the blanket was like a squirrel hiding in a burrow.

“I’m going to investigate.”

I felt sorry for Yenica, who was trembling in the blanket, so I decided to give her an excuse to get out.

Once you have something to do, you have no choice but to come out even if you don’t like it.

Yenika wrapped herself in a blanket and pulled her face out, then turned her head and brushed her sparse hair once, and answered with difficulty.

“Oh, okay…”

The voice was completely gone.

It deserved it.