How to Become a Person in a Novel World

Chapter 008: The Relativity of Misfortune (Zamrud)

"Rosy, are you sure?" lily asked with tears of worry, "She is Princess Diamond I, the cursed eldest daughter. The girl who delivered her invitation to us was the same. They were both white-haired ghosts from the capital."

"Don't overdo it, Lily," I replied lightly, "Where might a ghost have an official identity until it can enter the academy? Anyway, we've sent him a reply and visited him."

"I–it," Lily was at a loss for words. His face looked extremely frightened just because of the fabricating rumors. It turns out that she is the type of girl who is still unstable and easily influenced by rumors.

"Calm down" I said trying to convince her, "She is an ordinary girl just like us. Her gray hair since she was young must have had a reason."

"You definitely don't know yet because you've only been a noble recently, Rosy," Lily was still reluctant to believe my rational remark, "You see she has no expression, right? He said he was like that because he was cursed by a witch. If we get close to him, we'll be cursed."

"Huh?" I tilt my head in wonder. What does that mean anyway? Does he think that white hair is contagious?

"It's real, Rosy!" lily said emphatically, "First, there was a young master who visited the Earl Mutia Residence and parted ways with his cursed daughter. The next day, the young master had a high fever for two weeks."

"Hm? Has she had a fever from falling in love with Lady Mutia from the first sight?" tanyaku joking to melt the atmosphere that impressed this horror. The night is getting late. The two of us chatted in the company of three candles mounted in a container shaped scales.

"No!" Lily immediately denied, "It's because of the curse."

"It's possible that the young master was rained at the sight of Lady Mutia standing still on the balcony," I said making up other conjectures of origin as if I didn't believe Lily– in disbelief. It was funny to see the serious expression of the girl who was my roommate. "She also became feverish from the rain all day without getting a reply from Lady Mutia."

"Rosey! I'm serious!!!" said Lily who seemed to be starting to get upset and anxious with all my refutations, "The young master was cursed by Lady Mutia. It was fortunate that the sacred temple could heal him."

"Hm," I put on an increasingly incredulous face, "Is it just like that?"

"There are others" Lily immediately replied, "There was a lady who tried to disturb Lady Mutia. As a result, the lady was hit by bad luck all day."

"It's possible that she's just spreading fake news" I said, "Oh, misfortune and luck are relative, depending on how you look at it?"

"What do you mean?" Lily did not understand.

"Em ... Look," I'm giving a case study to explain what I mean to her, "Do you think that people who stumble over rocks and fall and get scuffed are lucky or unlucky people?"

"Sial dong," replied Lily confidently. He looked at me as if it was the right answer. I also let out a flat breath because I had expected that answer.

"Wrongly," I argued later, "He was a lucky man for not falling to a broken bone or dying."

"Did?" Lily flinched as if she had just been stung by a bee. His head must be trying to digest the new information I gave him.

"You know what I mean, right?" many ensure. I'm sure Lily is a smart girl. So, he must understand. I added, "There is a greater calamity that may befall that person. He could even be said to be very lucky because it was just a blister on the leg."

"Ta–but ...," Lily closed her eyes tightly until she made her forehead wrinkle. He was trying to find a rebuttal for my explanation. The unstable girl said, "He will still stumble."

"At least, he's not dead," I repeated the argument. In the end, he couldn't repay me at all. "Haha, stop. Let's go to bed soon."

"Ah, right," Lily seemed to have just woken up, "Good sleep, Rosy."

"Good sleep" I blew out the three candles that had accompanied us since. They've already finished half of it. Looks like we're gossiping too long tonight.

"We won't be damned, will we, after this?" tanyanya. Hais .. He's still scared.

"No," I said briefly, "If you still don't believe me, look at tomorrow."

...***...

Thankfully, I didn't wake up late this morning. So, I can still prepare and have breakfast before leaving for school. Lily woke up later. Eyes swollen. It seems like he had trouble sleeping last night.

"Lily, you're okay, right?" I was worried when we sat in class. It was still early in the morning, but he looked lethargic and uninspired. Was he still awake till midnight last night?

"I'm just sleepy," Lily replied slowly. His eyes blinked a few times. He closed his mouth and yawned.

"Hi, Rosy!" exclaimed a young man who suddenly slipped in front of our table–Lily even to the point of being jolted by his arrival. That call made my feelings worse instantly. Since our first meeting, he's already got a minus score from me.

"What dials?" ketus balaku. We are not at all familiar. How dare he call me by that name. Only certain people can call me that.

"Ho ... You are still as fierce as in our first meeting," he said, "Are you still angry? I'd like to invite you to dinner as compensation for the incident. How about we go out together this afternoon?"

"No, I don't have time with you" I refused. I don't want to walk side by side with that uncivilized boy. Anyway, I have an event with Princess Diamond I this afternoon.

"Hm? Come on," take her again. There was arrogance on his face that was like that stone. "I am the son of Count Anderson. It's an honor for a baron girl like you to be able to have dinner with me."

Anderson Bion. That's her name. She has bright blonde hair. Her cheeks are a little chubby. His stomach was a bit thick. He is a confident boy with a great family background. His father–Count Anderson–indeed rich and honorable. However, they are no better than my true identity.

“I don't want to,” I reply again refused, “That's you! Also, my name is Rosica Hilton. Call me right if you are a noble noble!”

“Rosy, how dare a baron girl like you ...,” Bion wants to show her dominating power in our Class C. No other student dared to go with him, not even the son of a marquez from the north who sat not far from my stool. They were all disinclined by his famous surname throughout the Diamond Kingdom.

“Young Master Anderson,” call Lady Muthia who is sitting alone in the front row corner. He stood in his place with a tagap. His gaze stared fearlessly like a fierce white cat. He conveyed his objections and defended me, “Take your ethics. Miss Hilton has an appointment to visit Princess DIamond I this afternoon. You mustn't force it so.”

“Heh? Who's this?” Bion looked at Lady Muthia with a contemptible look. He grinned wickedly and scorned the white-haired princess. “Cursed girl from the east? I've heard of you. You are indeed ugly like rumors circulating with that ugly white hair.”

“You are outrageous–” I want to yell at that brat, but he first cut my words, “Sst! Quiet, Rosy! I'll come back to you later.”

My hands clenched violently as the young man turned away from me. I want to hit that big head. He called me haphazardly again. The boy even cut and ignored my words.

“What's your name? You are too despicable until I don't remember it,” Bion said as he walked to the position of Lady Muthia in front. His words attracted the attention of the whole class. The students of Class C were whispering to each other in response to the suddenly tense situation.

“Rosy,” Lily held my hand as I was about to stand up. He shook his head to prevent me from acting on Bion. I wanted to stick to the bald brat and defend Lady Muthia, but acting rashly was no good.

The thing is, Lady Muthia is in danger right now. Bion is getting closer to him. The boy may have done a bad thing. Without caring about Lily's worries, I really stood up.

“Please sit on your respective benches, Ladies and gentlemen,” the wet hoarse voice of a middle-aged man broke the tension in the classroom. The bespectacled man swept across the entire class. The view is very flat, but it is able to make all students comply. He is our homeroom teacher, Magister August Cloen.