The Hidden Rose of the Werewolf King

er

as he calmly brought her to a classro

eeting, unreadable coldness flashed across her usually indifferen

inging her here and, through the school's gossip network, already learned of how he "heroically

tinizing gazes, then inwardly r

gether under the school's integrated system, they were both familiar and unfam

ness for making friends. So, she didn'

rested her head on the desk. The chatter around her buzzed in he

.

tten the morning's drama, one of its main characters, the school's most

excitement woke her. She glanced in the direction of the n

len had a strange feeling-it almost seemed like the te

rrowed h

erything around him. His gaze, hidden behi

to a crowd, even she sometimes forgot where she was. Yet Richard could a

how he treated her at home. There,

d this way, nor could she tell wh

s go

in thought, she hadn't noticed when he'd approached her desk. She cou

cked herself. Since when had

.Uh

eak, a figure suddenly rushe

"Big brother, I'm Ellen's fr

cent expression and speaking in an adorably pleading tone. He

and try to befriend her. Then she hesitated, looking toward Richard. Though she could

Ellen fe

to the new girl's request, introducing herself

. will go ho

n or waiting to see if she had more to say. Then, with

hovered between familiarity and cold detachment. It left her with a

y he had chosen to pull her out of her darkness. It made her want to get closer to him, like a fle

llen withdrew her gaze and turned to lo

ad a task ahead. And she was certai

.

slowly away f

ly, he was left in complete solitude. His firm steps halted abrupt

brushed past him. A raspy voice, carrying

t you kille

the distance and replied

ick... I ca

wind stilled, the clouds dispersed, and everythin

mena were over, a swirl of cold air began circulating around him. The frigid current was so intense that it could fr

be it, but his eyes gleamed like a jewel in

.

alking and chatting wi

students excelled, and more. Ellen began to seriously suspect that Isis might have a future as a journalist; the way she gathered and retained infor

n, El

houghts. Turning her head toward Isis,

. Gradually, her initial difficulties in socializing and fear of interacting with others be

mock scolding, Ellen aske

ed around, checking to see if anyone was paying attention to them. Just as Ellen

now Richa

composed. Her tone was gentle, as if the subtle cha

rons' foste

ered her mouth in as

began talking to herself, loud enough

ven't Richard or the Barons

ene, like the surface of a tr

Yet, none of the three Barons had ever formally recognized her. To them, it seemed her existence

afraid, still harbored a trace of dou

ed at her

ords from that day

r be a child o