Chapter 87.2
Rishe descended from the window sill into the room and smiled at Myria.
“Hello, Myria-sama.”
She fixed the hem of her messy dress and pulled the hooked rope into her hands. Noticing the leaves tangled in her hair, she combed them off with her hands.
Myria’s mouth opened and closed her mouth in silence, seeing Rishe appear through the window.
“Myria? What’s wrong, Myria?”
“N-Nothing!”
Myria anxiously replied to the Duke’s call. She then looked back at Rishe and asked her in a whisper, unable to hide her agitation.
“Gosh, what are you doing here?! I’m on the third floor, so how did you get through the window?”
“It’s a secret. Please don’t tell anyone that I’m here, okay?”
Rishe’s smile deepened as she held up a finger in front of her lips.
Myria’s eyes rounded, then she turned solemn.
“You must have magical powers, just like me.”
Not really, but it’s dangerous if a young lady like you were to copy me…
Rishe crouched down in front of Myria while secretly withholding her inner thoughts.
“Myria-sama, what is your complaint about the festival dress? That white dress hanging over there is very pretty.”
“…”
Myria looked down for a moment, but soon whispered.
“My mom passed away.”
“…Okay.”
Myria’s small, thin fingers plucked a strand of fluffy violet hair and began to play with the ends.
“She often said that I’m the princess of our family, so a pink princess-like dress would look good on me. That’s why, if I’m going to be acting as the Maiden Priestess, I want to wear a pink dress that my mom said would look good on me.”
“…”
Rishe slowly looked down after hearing her explanation.
――You’re lying to me, young lady.
Rishe knew it.
It was Myria’s habit to wrap her hair around her fingers whenever she was lying.
Nevertheless, she also knew that Myria’s deceased mother, who always dressed her beloved daughter in many pink dresses, was a fact.
It must be true that she wants to wear a pink dress. But citing it as her reason for her waywardness is a lie. If that’s the case, what on earth was her lie for?
Rishe spoke while pondering over it.
“Well then, Myria-sama. Shall I change this white dress to pink later?”
“Huh…?”