The Village Girl And the Fox Prince

Chapter 17 - Really A Fox Prince?

Actually Hazel is reluctant to tell or reveal her personal life to others. Because he was quite curious about the origin of creatures like Lynx, Hazel so no other choice to accept the agreement.

Still vividly remembered in memory, about a fairy tale he had not yet finished reading, Hazel found something she thought was very interesting to discuss. A lot of speculation in his mind kept him guessing.

Many people out there assume that such a story is a mere fairy tale. But Hazel, who knows what she's like, has seen it real with the naked eye, of course, it adds to her curiosity to find out all the way to her roots.

The sun has not set yet, the sky is still bright orange. But Hazel and Lynx have arrived home after a day of struggling in the store to farm customers.

Right behind the house, Hazel sat on a long bench. The fresh breeze that shook the leaves on the trees, sounded peaceful rattling. The cool feeling as the pores of the skin were gently swept away by the wind, made Hazel close her eyes to enjoy it.

Without realizing it, a man was already sitting beside her. Lynx apparently wanted to join Hazel after just looking at her from a distance. Thinking it might not be necessary to wait for the night to exchange stories.

“Hazel,” call Lynx with the body already sideways, one hand is used to support the chin. Staring unceremoniously at the figure of the girl beside him.

The girl nodded without opening her eyes. “What's up?”

“How far have you read that fairy tale?”

At this moment, Hazel's eyelids opened. He pulled his back from the back of the bench, sitting straight while looking at Lynx with a meaningful gaze.

“You want to talk about it now?”

Lynx nodded in response.

If that's his will, then Hazel just needs to say what she knows. “Only limited to witchcraft, and the wars that resulted in the fox clan almost extinct. Also about the pendant that the fox used to change the form into a human.”

Lynx changed her sitting position, focusing her gaze forward. His strapping body is somewhat bent, placing both elbows of his on the thigh so that his fingers can link.

“In outline, the fairy tale is indeed true. Do you remember what I told you, Hazel? Regarding me who does not have the ability to process magic, in my world I am called a useless or disabled creature.”

Hearing the last sentence spoken by the man, Hazel felt her heart slightly stupefied. Plus, when he sees Lynx's sad netra, Hazel can feel a sense of sadness embedded there.

“It was further clarified by the fact that I was born from the womb of a traitorous woman of the Kingdom. After that, my mother died of being hanged, before I understood and could remember how she looked.”

“Reason why I am still alive today, because I have these eyes.” Lynx looked at Hazel, widening her eyes slightly so she could see her clearly.

“You mean because of the color of your eyes?” Hazel asked to be sure.

Lynx's head nodded. “True. This rare eye color is only owned by the last generation. And I inherited the color of these eyes. My father who is the successor to the throne of the Kingdom leadership, has been married many times to produce offspring that have eye color like me.”

“But unfortunately, of the five wives he has married, not a single descendant can inherit these beautiful eyes. So that I was decided to continue living life, even though I was often underestimated and considered useless by people.”

Something stuck in Hazel's mind, so she asked him a question. “Sorry to interrupt, but how important is eye color in the Kingdom you live in?”

“For them, this eye color is the symbol of the successor to the leadership of the Foxion Kingdom. Which leaders are chosen does not go through the criteria in general. Because once the owner of this eye color is a person who is very influential on the Kingdom.”

“But it seems that leadership is coming to an end, considering that I have no ability whatsoever but to heal the wounds of others using saliva that is often considered a disgusting person.”

“My father is often sickly. Meanwhile, the Kingdom's defense was also decreasing. For half a century devising a plan to turn things around, wanting to destroy and cripple the Kingdom of Maggie, it seems like our nation will lose again.”

“Many witches from our clan have started to age, even almost die. All that remains are a few. Because the population also decreases with time, maybe before the war our nation has disappeared first eaten civilization.”

Lynx paused her speech to take her head off, staring at the nearly dark orange sky. “You also remember for sure about our first meeting. At that time I was seriously injured. Before reaching the human world, I accidentally got lost in the region where the Kingdom of Maggie.”

He laughed softly, remembering his stupidity. “It's like giving fish to a cat for free, that's how I was when I came there. I'd almost die if I didn't get into a portal of some kind of see-through mirror. Until I can finally get here and meet you.”

“What was the reason you ran away from the Kingdom because you couldn't stand their treatment of you anymore?” Hazel tries to guess, as Lynx has yet to tell what the real reason is.

But it turns out Lynx shook her head, until Hazel flinched while re-examining in her mind.

“Then what's your reason?”

Instead of directly answering, Lynx first observed Hazel's face. Then he launched a question, “If you were forced to marry someone you don't love, what would you do?”

Hazel seemed to think, she touched her chin with a gaze that circulated in any direction. “Eum, of course if there is a chance as much as possible I will refuse or run away. Because if I stay forced, I will never be happy. Because he said, being with someone who is loved will be happier than having everything in this world.”

Lynx let out a brief laugh. “You're right, Hazel. I ran away because I didn't want to be forced to marry a woman I didn't love. It feels heavier and more painful than hearing the insults of all those who say that I am useless and deformed throughout my life.”

The long haired girl instantly fell silent. The view goes down. His mind wandered to a place he imagined Lynx was in. Still do not expect that it turns out the man beside him is a prince who ran away because he did not want to be betrothed.

When he looked to the side, Lynx's form had changed into a fox. With that change, the twilight shade that faithfully shone was gone. But one thing has not changed and Hazel can still see clearly from the man.

The sad look that released the aura of sadness was still attached, not fixed from the look of his face. Her beautiful eyes showed no happiness at all. Just this time Hazel saw the other side of the man.

Before venturing out to ask, Hazel wet her dry lips. Slightly cleared his throat to get around the whacky silence.

“What makes you not love that woman?”

Lynx did not answer immediately, so Hazel focused on noticing the man's long lashes fluttering about. He was lulled by the perfection of Lynx, even though a moment ago he heard himself if the man claimed to be disabled.

But Hazel didn't seem to find where the flaw was. For a figure with a near-perfect physique like Lynx, it feels too hearty to say it is flawed. If you say the man is useless, Hazel might consider it.

Given that Lynx is sometimes careless and even complicates things. But behind it all, Lynx always tried to take responsibility for his mistakes. There is also another way to do the right thing. Not once has Hazel been helped by him.

Lynx breathed in slowly, a goosebumping feeling made her hair lift. His eyes closed for a moment, and he began to answer Hazel's questions.

“Entahlah. I just can't force my heart to fall on him. There was no impression that made me want to like it. In addition, the reason why I had to marry her was only because of the agreement to realize a thing that I thought was a waste of time.”

“... In addition, I feel sorry for the woman who should marry me. Like what I said before, I who do not have special abilities will only make it difficult and embarrassing,” added Lynx with a bitter smile.

From what Lynx has explained just now, Hazel is more interested in his statement that says ‘matchup’ is done to realize something. Hazel became curious about what was meant.

But Hazel had no time to express a question that stuck in his mind, Lynx in the form of a fox had looked at him first. And the man seized Hazel's chance to talk.

“It seems I've told you a lot. Now it's your turn, Hazel,” pinta Lynx, the sad glow in her eyes has changed with the fire of passion about her curiosity about the girl.

Hazel tries to dodge, still not ready to tell her stories. His eyes rolled quickly, for no reason he played hair, as if stalling.

“Bu-isn't the day changed for the night? Why don't we go in first? Also, I actually still have a lot of questions about you. I---”

“Do not much reason,” tepis Lynx fast. “Save your inquiry for later. We still have plenty of time to be together. As time passes, you will know more and more about my world.”

Lynx came down the bench, still staring at Hazel who had not moved from her place. “Now, let's go inside and tell me everything. About you, practically until I understand why you've survived so far. Because according to my guess, our destiny is not much different.”

“... If you ever thought that this world was unfair, then we are the same.”

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