Labyrinth Restaurant

How could you?

That word swirled so strongly inside my (Alice) chest that I forgot even the hint of the night breeze stroking my eyes wet in tears.

Why did Lisa say that?

Should I be angry?

Or should I be grateful?

The vortex of thought increases the pressure every second, so strange that my head doesn't burst.

But those questions, too, were spoken by the Demon King.

"Alice, the..."

"Yes..."

The Demon King looked like he was choosing his words carefully as if they were difficult to say. It would have been only a few dozen seconds or so in time, but until I had the words to go on, it felt as if time had stopped and the world had frozen.

"Alice, it's hard to hear, but, uh... is it true that you like me?

".................. Yes"

I'm sure my face must be redder now than ripe apples.

But I told you.

Finally, I could tell you.

"I love you, Demon King"

Once put into words, words sprung up later as if a chest grab had been removed. I can tell you like this. I can't believe it seems to be a lie I've been thinking about.

"Right... right..."

"Yes, it was."

After all, the Demon King has never seemed to notice my favor at all. Not what I'm supposed to say, but I don't know if this bluntness is a bit.

"Well... well, Alice"

"Yes, Demon King."

"Shall we get married?"

"……!? Yes!"

My thoughts have been rewarded.

Happy ending without complaining or anything.

It was only a little unexpected, but now it's trivial.

"Congratulations"

I was on the spot, Cosmos and Freya and Lisa smiled and sent me words of congratulation as well. Even more so now, my face gets hot at the embarrassment of making a confession in public. but......,

…………

That's when I felt slightly uncomfortable.

It's like having zeroed only one drop of ink on a pure white sheet, such discomfort that I just made a mistake with just a pinch of salt to put in the pan.

On the spot, I couldn't realise who it was, but I dropped off the Demon King who was going to the closing ceremony, went home after cleaning up and dressing, and finally realized I was alone in my room.

The discomfort I felt.

The look on Lisa's face, who had smiled at me earlier, seemed as if the bright grin of spring flowers was still crying and in pain for some reason.

How did you end up looking like that?