Chapter 282 - Interlude
Due to its special purpose, the building had few rooms relative to its size.
Just to be a little closer… She'd secured the adjacent room for a reason she herself found laughable.
In a space cluttered with cardboard boxes just as they'd been delivered—save for the one she'd hastily pulled her clothes from—
She sat curled up on a large sofa, her heart still completely consumed by 'him'.
"………………—"
She whispered his name without a sound, and just that sent her heart racing.
She had foolishly assumed that once she saw him, heard his voice, looked at his face, exchanged words, and confessed her feelings—that she might regain some composure.
But the result was this.
Honestly, her priority had been to see him, no matter what… or rather, she'd been running on pure impulse. She hadn't considered the 'discrepancy between players' in both worlds.
His face, his age—they might be different from his virtual self. It was an obvious thing she should have considered first, but it only occurred to her after she'd already seen his face.
He's the same as in the virtual world—that was the dopey thought that had crossed her mind after they'd met, when it was too late to back out. Though she could guess his approximate age from his voice, which, unlike an avatar, couldn't be faked, it wouldn't have been funny if he'd turned out to be more than twice her age.
Then again, she was confident that even a gap of that size wouldn't have diminished her feelings… though even for the free-spirited White family, that might have been grounds for intervention.
She should be genuinely happy that the real Haru was the same as the virtual one.
Her younger prince was a wonderful boy in this world, too—such thoughts came to her without a hint of shame, perhaps a symptom of being in 'love.'
"…………Ah."
As she swooned over someone who wasn't even her boyfriend yet, she suddenly noticed something. Her eyes, drawn by a stray thought, fell upon the black hair at the edge of her vision.
—Right, speaking of appearances.
"I forgot…"
She was talking about the simple silver bracelet on her left wrist. In her excitement to chat, she had gone home without revealing her 'disguise.'
As she finally removed the ring, a natural smile graced her lips. Oh well.
She had already declared war. She would be able to see him again and again from now on… With that thought lifting her spirits, she peacefully closed her eyes.
The moonlight streaming through the gap in the curtains quietly, serenely—gently illuminated her shimmering, pure white hair.
You're probably thinking, "What does that mean???" Right? Just keep thinking "What does that mean???"
I'll post another chapter tonight.