Liar, Fool
“Heh, you’re pretty. Like a flower fairy.”
“W-what, how dare you say that to a boy!”
“If something is pretty, can’t I say it’s pretty?”
“…Hmph.”
The boy’s face suddenly turned red.
He was really pretty.
Dorothy stepped closer to him.
“What’s your name?”
“W-what? You? How rude. That way of speaking… it’s too rough…”
The boy suddenly stopped talking and stared at Oz.
Then he let out a small scoff and smiled arrogantly.
“Ah, I heard a commoner would come today. My father told me. A commoner attending the party thanks to the Border Count’s kindness.”
He puffed out his chest proudly.
“A commoner with a magical beast? That horned rabbit is too good for you. Hand it over to me. If you do, I’ll ask my father to reward you with something you could never imagine.”
Dorothy blinked.
This kid was strange.
And kind of stupid.…
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