The Student Guardians Are Obsessed With Me

Eleanor’s expression became subtle when she saw the letter from Izmel.

The eight-page long letter, which began by retracing the history of the Empire, could be summarized in two lines as follows.

‘Do you want to go see the opera at my house? There is also good wine.’

Doesn’t this sound like ‘Do you want to eat ramen at my house?’ The scale was a little different, but that was it in the end.

Should she send a reasonably polite reply, she wondered. Eleanor thought for a moment and shook her head. Now she’s close enough to him that she can let go of that pretense.

[Dear Your Highness,

I have a question, I’m just wondering. Are you asking me out on a date?

Eleanor Everett.

P.s. The letter was so long that it was difficult to read.]

***

[Dear Eleanor,

If so?

Izmel Biden Pontius de Bellium.

P.s. Please forgive me for writing briefly this time.]

***

[Dear Your Highness,

I will refuse. I’m sorry, but I want to focus on work right now.

Eleanor Everett.

P.s. It’s not clearly revealed in the letter, but… this is a very polite statement. Please read with as kind and soft an accent as possible.]

***

[Dear Eleanor,

I tried to read as requested, but it still hurts.

Well then, let me change my suggestion slightly.

What about coming with kids? As an extension of work, for children’s education… The atmosphere will be a little less lively, but I will prepare delicious juice instead of good wine.

Izmel Biden Pontius de Bellium.

P.s. If you want, I can secretly pour wine into your glass. It’s also a kind of grape juice.]

***

[Dear Your Highness,

Then, well… I must do as instructed.

Eleanor Everett.

P.s. I don’t drink while working. Still, I would be grateful if I could take it with me when I go home.]

***

Anyway, for that reason, Eleanor and the children boarded the carriage to the Imperial Palace after class. The carriage sent by Izmel was large enough for five people to ride comfortably.

“It’s nice that Uncle is going with us too.”

Sienna smiled brightly and looked up at Adrian. He patted her head.

“It would have been nice if your brother had gone with you, right?”

Eleanor whispered to Demian. This was because she was very concerned that only Kaidel couldn’t be with him due to a business trip.

When Demian nodded his head slightly, Eleanor stroked her head and spoke.

“It’ll still be fun. Teacher will take you home when we’re done.”

“To my house?”

“Mmhm, to the Duke’s residence.”

Demian’s expression became relaxed at Eleanor’s words.

Eleanor, who was listening to the chattering of excited children, turned her gaze to Adrian, who was sitting across from her.

Normally, Adrian would have added his words a long time ago, yet today he kept his mouth shut as to what was going on. He wasn’t used to just looking out the window, like a person with a complicated mind.

Eleanor quietly called to him.

“Rian.”

Adrian answered a beat late.

“Hmm?”

“Why aren’t you saying anything today?”

“Me?”

She pointed out, narrowing her eyes.

“You haven’t said a word since a while ago.”

Adrian answered, slightly raising the corners of his lips.

“I just have a lot on my mind today.”

“What are you thinking?”

Eleanor’s eyes widened. Adrian, who was looking at the sparkling green eyes with half curiosity and half worry, answered abruptly.

“Thinking of you.”

Eleanor, who took it as a joke, pouted slightly.

“Hmph. If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to.”

Adrian let out a low laugh.

Did Eleanor really like him? How many opportunities had he missed without even knowing it?

These were the thoughts that tormented Adrian for several days.

He read and reread the pile of letters on his desk. He had obviously read it many times then, but when he took a step back, everything seemed clearer.

But at this moment, with Eleanor in front of him, looking back on time that had already passed didn’t help. He just misses another opportunity.

“For real, though.”

Adrian chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. Eleanor changed the topic.

“Do you like opera?”

“In its own way. What about you?”

Eleanor glanced sideways at the children and lowered her voice to a whisper.

“I’ll be honest. Don’t make fun of me.”

“Mmhm.”

“I only saw it once, but I completely fell asleep in the middle so I don’t remember anything. It would have been okay if it had just been a play or a concert.”

Eleanor’s brows furrowed. Her face was extremely serious, but to Adrian it only seemed like a cute complaint.

“What if it happens again this time?”

Adrian shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal.

“Whatever. Just sleep well and wake up refreshed.”

“Still, I was invited by the Imperial Palace…”

Eleanor touched her lips nervously.

“Later, if I fall asleep, you have to wake me up, got it?”

“Got it.”

***

Eleanor’s worries became reality.

Izmel carefully lowered his head to see that Eleanor’s eyes were tightly closed. He burst out laughing as if he was dumbfounded.

“…Is she sleeping?”

“I think so.”

Eleanor was dozing off sitting between Izmel and Adrian. Izmel, who had been observing her for a while, looked worried.

“Wouldn’t her neck hurt later?”

Adrian, who heard Izmel muttering, quickly responded.

“I’ll have her lean towards me.”

When he stretched out his hand towards Eleanor, Izmel grabbed his wrist and grabbed it. In an instant, the air surrounding the three changed.

In a tense atmosphere that threatened to break, the two people smiled and exchanged conversation.

“No. She’ll lean towards me.”

“Towards Your Highness… That can’t be possible.”

“Not that you have any other intention?”

Whether or not there was a spark between Adrian and Izmel, Eleanor was deep in sleep, breathing evenly. Adrian, who was looking at her blankly, made a suggestion.

“Then let’s just let Eleanor lean on her own.”

“Yeah, sure.”

After dramatically compromising, the two people turned their heads towards the stage again. Although their eyes were on the stage, they were paying close attention to Eleanor’s every little movement.

Izmel and Adrian subtly pushed their shoulders toward Eleanor.

When Eleanor moved her head towards Izmel, he smiled, and when she moved towards Adrian, so did he smile.

Even within one minute, joy and sorrow crossed several times. This part was much more exciting than the grand opera.

At that time, Eleanor leaned her head on Adrian’s shoulder.

Adrian, intoxicated with victory, clenched his fists without realizing it. A thrilling sensation went up his spine.

Adrian, barely managing his expression, glanced at Eleanor.

From the soft breathing sounds to slightly parted lips, Eleanor’s hair tickling the nape of his neck. All his attention was directed to his shoulders.

It was then.

As the opera reached its climax and a loud sound came from the stage, Eleanor jumped upright.

Izmel and Adrian’s eyes widened. However, her eyes were still closed.

The next moment, something landed on Izmel’s shoulder. The scent of an unknown flower wafted from Eleanor.

Izmel’s lips perked up noticeably. He looked down at Eleanor’s face.

It felt like it was his first time seeing her face this close. Izmel’s gaze slowly swept from the long, abundant eyelashes to the slightly pressed cheeks and slightly open lips.

For some reason, his mouth felt dry. Izmel was worried that the sound of his heart pounding in his ears might wake Eleanor up.

At that time, Adrian reached out to Eleanor.

“What are you doing?”

Izmel immediately stopped it. Adrian answered quietly.

“Eleanor asked me earlier. To wake her up when she falls asleep.”

Izmel frowned.

“You didn’t wake her up when she was leaning on your shoulder.”

“Now I just remembered.”

Adrian answered shamelessly. Izmel raised one of his eyebrows.

“Forget it again.”

Adrian couldn’t believe his ears at Izmel’s confident request.

“Pardon?”

“Forget that you even just remembered. Just pretend you don’t.”

Adrian glanced at Eleanor and muttered softly.

“She will resent it.”

“It’s okay.”

Izmel grinned.

“Because you will hear the grievances, not me.”

“Your Highness…!”

“Shh. Eleanor is sleeping.”

Izmel turned eyes as he ran his index finger over his lips. Adrian was speechless.

“She must be tired, so let’s get her a good night’s sleep. Hmm?”

***

“I! Told you! To wake me up if I fall asleep!”

After the opera, Eleanor, who was startled awake by the applause, slapped the back of Adrian’s hand and said, Adrian said, glancing at Izmel with his resentful eyes.

“…I forgot.”

Izmel narrowed one of his eyes as if he had done well.

If only he hadn’t been the Crown Prince… Adrian gritted his teeth in his mind.

Izmel asked in a playful voice.

“How was the opera, Eleanor?”

“It was good.”

Izmel’s eyes widened at the answer that seemed to be her automatic reflex.

“Really?”

. He nodded, touching his chin with an exaggerated gesture. His face clearly showed that he wanted to make fun of Eleanor in some way.

“Maybe that’s why your face seems to glow.”

“Stop teasing me, Your Highness.”

Eleanor glared at Izmel.

“I’m sorry. But when you see this, you will feel better again.”

Izmel raised both hands as if in surrender and handed over a box that had been placed next to him. Eleanor’s eyes widened when she opened it slightly and saw what was inside.

It was wine.

“I meant it as a joke.”

“It didn’t feel like a joke. Should I take it back?”

Izmel held out his hand and Eleanor clutched the box in her arms.

“It’s shameless to take something back after giving it.”

Izmel and Adrian laughed together at Eleanor’s words.

Eleanor walked over to the children sitting in front of them.

“Did everyone have fun?”

Sienna nodded her head and answered.

“Yes!”

“I don’t know what it’s about…”

“But it was fun.”

“I’m glad you had fun.”

Demian, who was sitting quietly between Sienna and Lucas, looked a little tired. Either of them were usually chatty, so it was understandable.

“Let’s go, Demi.”

Eleanor held out her hand and Demian quickly took it. The two people rode in a carriage together and went to the Duke’s residence.

“Wow, that’s the Duke’s residence?”

“Yes.”

Eleanor gaped at the gray brick building in the distance. It was a place where the word ‘castle’ would be more appropriate than the word ‘mansion’.

Even after she passed through the main gate, the carriage ran for a while before it stopped. Eleanor opened the door and got out, extending her hand towards Damian.

“Demian?”

At that time, a middle-aged gentleman with graying hair approached the two. Demian’s face turned pale.