Maryjun froze, unable to answer the unexpected question. It was obvious that her thoughts were not catching up, and she was desperately trying to understand Violette’s question.
Were those who disagreed with her justice considered evil?
“You can’t, right? There are also those who believe in a different justice than you, and for those people… at least they themselves think that they are not wrong.”
The enemy of justice, was a justice in another form.
They were not evil. Both might be correct, and both might also be wrong. No one could decide on which was the best, so everyone could only believe in their own form of justice.
“However, we are different. We are nobles, who have the privilege to decide which sort of justice prevails. And it sounds like you have decided on yours.”
There wasn’t anyone who would ask for a just reason as to why nobles, and the Duke family in this case, deny that justice.
For Maryjun to shout out loud that the one who was different from her was wrong, how would other people look at it? If her form of justice won, would the loser be considered as evil?
Maryjun was not wrong to fight back. It was necessary for her to clash and understand each other. But that was as long as she knew the important line of handling other people, even in the middle of her anger.
“Please consider it. You have to understand that your speech is accompanied with responsibilities. Think before you act.”
Those responsibilities were what made nobles worthy of their social status.
She shouldn’t forget her responsibilities and obligations, because she was in a position where she could fulfill her wishes and gain even more benefits than ordinary people.
“Broaden your horizons. Compromise, even if just a little. If even that is still unacceptable, just smile on the surface and spit poison inside your heart.”
If Maryjun insisted on forcing her beliefs and concluded that she was not the one in the wrong, then it would be the end for her. By painting the people who were different from her as the villains, she would end up alone one day.
“You don’t have to love them. Just forgive them enough to allow them to stand in front of you.”
Advancing recklessly would just make her end up being crushed in the future. Being pricked by a beautiful rose was not something that was beautiful to experience.
Maryjun should sharpen her weapons, and be prepared to wield them if it was necessary. This was an essential skill that Maryjun needed to learn in the high society from now on.
“After all, you are now Maryjun Vahan.”
Now that Maryjun carried that name, she couldn’t escape anymore. Her status was like a chain, shackling her behind a gate that she couldn’t escape out of anymore. No matter how much her father loved and protected his little princess, the moment she appeared in the public, she had to cross over to this world by herself.
Violette couldn’t confirm what Maryjun’s expression was, she had been looking down since who knows when. There was no objection or crying after Violette finished her monologue. Maryjun also didn’t rebuke Violette for her unwarranted harsh scoldings.
Violette finished throwing out everything that she wanted to tell Maryjun. What was left depended upon Maryjun herself.
If Violette stayed there, she might get in the way of Maryjun’s thoughts. Thinking so, Violette turned away from Maryjun. After she walked for a while, the scenery completely changed back into a bright courtyard which didn’t have much people, just like when she first arrived here.
There were not many people, meaning… there was someone else there.
Yulan leaned against the wall while he waved his hand to Violette. Yulan was laughing cheerfully and his eyes, which were sparkling with the sunlight reflecting upon them, seemed to melt even more sweetly than usual.
Yulan approached Violette with long strides, and he stood in front of her in no time. He touched her hair with his soft and warm hand.
“Your hair is cold.”
“Ah… Maybe it was because I was standing in the shadows of the school.”
Now that she recalled it, because the sun doesn’t reach that place, it made the air a little chilly. Although it wasn’t that cold to drastically changed her body temperature, but hair, which didn’t have nerves or blood vessels, immediately lost its heat.
Yulan’s hand was a little hot. Violette didn’t know how long he had been standing here for, but it should be long enough for the heat to reach the tip of his fingers.
He probably also heard the conversation between the Vahan sisters.
Violette should be more careful, even if this place was not popular, they were still talking in an open place. It’s not like it was Yulan’s responsibility to watch out for other people, and yet…
“…Nothing. What are you doing at this kind of place?”
“I was looking for you, Vio-chan. Let’s go and have our lunch now!”
It seemed like Yulan was aware that Violette realized what he did, but he pretended to play dumb, so Violette just accepted it and contented herself with this situation.
The distance between the two was just like the usual. Yulan’s laughing face was still cute no matter how much he had grown up.
Violette wondered when she realized that Yulan’s steps were always walking alongside her and had always stayed right by her side. It might have been after a long time since Yulan’s height exceeded hers. He was a head taller than her and because the length of their legs were also different, his walking pace was surely faster than Violette’s. Still, everytime Violette looked next to her, Yulan would surely be there.
“There’s not much time left, though… You didn’t eat first?”
“I want to eat with you after all.”
“We didn’t make any promises, right? So you should prioritize yourself and eat your lunch first.”
“Got it, I will make sure I can find you faster next time!”
“That’s not what I meant…”
Violette puffed her cheeks out a little, making her appear defenceless. Perhaps it was because she was just in a place filled with tension, and it might have affected her mind even more than she thought.
Even though there was her younger sister before her who’s from a different mother yet still blood-related, the one who Violette could actually act as an older sister to was a complete stranger, a friend that she treated like her younger brother who could always ease the tension out of her shoulders. It was similar to when Violette was with Marin, the feeling of security was like being wrapped in sea bubbles.
That’s why she didn’t notice it.
A sharp look directed towards Yulan was hidden behind those golden locks.
And Maryjun whose cheeks turned red as she stared at the back of the departing Violette.