The Prince Doesn’t Cry From Mere Onions

s the same now.
‘You look dangerous.
Concede and accept my help.’”

After spilling out words like bullets, Anna momentarily caught her breath.

What had bothered Anna when she’d been talking to Bertram had finally been clarified inside of Anna.

To that human who claimed not to know emotion, conversation was an exhaustive means*.
And so if you brought out a subject that was even the smallest bit different from his ‘goal’, you would only feel as if you were now talking to a brick wall.

*T/N: The more accurate translation here would be something like ‘perfect means’ (because he treats it only as a method/a way instead of as actual conversation), but I don’t know if that gets through really well.
If you have any other terms/ways to make that context clearer, please feel free to change! D:

But would he really try to reform himself just because he was criticized for it?

If he ignored her after she’d given him this detailed explanation, she would kick him in the shin and never look back.

Anna spun her body around, ready to hear Bertram’s excuse.

That very moment, Bertram spoke.

“Miss Anna, are you okay?”

Soon, Anna also knew what the problem was.

Tears begin streaming down her face.
On the other hand, the corners of her lips lift up all the way.
And from inside her throat, sounds began flowing out that had nothing to do with Anna’s will.

“Ha, ha…… Ahahahaha!”

“Miss Anna!”

“Wha, what the, what is, hahaha, hah?”

Both tears and laughter did not stop.
The raised corners of her lips felt stiff.

Anna belatedly realized what situation she was in.

Wasn’t there an ugly brown mushroom that grew near the village that, if you ate, gave you these symptoms? You’d cry and laugh for a few hours before you fell asleep.

‘What, in the world did he pick up and boil, this human….’

The important thing you had to do was to secure a safe place before you fell asleep.

Shivering uncontrollably, Anna looked up at Bertram.
Could this person really be of help? It would be fortunate if he didn’t leave Anna behind him because he was afraid the villagers would find out he messed up.

“Ahahahaheh, my, my house….”

“Miss Anna.
I apologize profusely.”

“Apologi-hihihihahaha!”

‘This is not the time for apologies! Don’t tell me he’s going to leave me in this state and go?’

Of course, that was not the case.

Bertram bent his head down into a bow.

“Please excuse me for a moment.”

Bertram took off his cloak and appeared to place it around Anna’s shoulders, before he wrapped it completely around Anna and placed her on his shoulder.
The ground receded from her in an instant.
It was a height that Anna had never seen in her life.

“S-s-s-“

“It’s scary, so should I let you down? I cannot.
We must return to Miss Anna’s residence with haste.
But before that, you may be shaken up quite a bit….”

Bertram spoke solemnly.

“You may puke.
I am very good at laundry as well.”

They were words that were sh*tilly comforting.