The Bean Sidhe in Fairyland
“Hey, Tiana. Won’t you play the violin?”
In some classroom, [she] suddenly said such a thing.
The silver-haired girl who had been dozing with her head buried in her desk slowly raised her body and responded.
“I refuse.”
“An immediate answer, huh. Think about it a little.”
[She] smiled wryly, and the girl sighed once more.
“In the first place, I can’t even play the violin, so why would you suggest such a thing…”
“No, no, it’s not that you can’t do it—you just don’t want to because it’s troublesome. If you practice, you’ll be able to do it right away. Then, let’s perform together at the upcoming concert.”
“Ugh… I refuse even more now.”
Don’t say such selfish things, the girl thought.
Her only friend was oblivious to her surroundings, yet possessed a mysterious charm that didn’t feel unpleasant. That’s probably why the girl was fond of [her] too.
“Don’t say that. There’s me and Tiana, and there’s also a senpai I want to invite. She’s incredibly beautiful, and apparently she’s like a fairy—once you see her smile, you’ll forgive her anything.”
“That sounds more like a demon than a fairy…”
I absolutely don’t want to get involved with, the silver-haired girl thought.
“Besides, I have no intention of participating in the concert anyway. The atmosphere would be terrible, wouldn’t it? It seems like everyone would be sabotaging each other in all directions.”
“Ahaha, you’d just ignore it anyway.”
“Well, it would be a waste of time.”
The girl took her bag and headed toward the classroom entrance. Only she and [her] remained in the classroom now.
Their classmates had probably either returned to the dormitory or gone to club activities.
Not that she particularly wanted anyone to stay.
“Please, Tiana. I’m thinking of composing something, so lend me your strength.”
“……………………Hah. Well, it can’t be helped.”
“As expected! I’d be in trouble without Tiana.”
“However, I have one condition.”
“Eh?”
“That song you’re going to compose…”
The girl smiled cheerfully at her troubled friend.
“If it’s not a wonderful song that moves the heart, I won’t forgive you, okay?”
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Benedict Street is located slightly outside the central district of Balldlum.
A cobblestone road sandwiched between unremarkable stone and brick houses.
Around the time when residents were enjoying their afternoon tea time at the cafes along the street, a carriage stopped in front of a certain building. What hung on the door was a billiard bar sign.
Furthermore, below it was a small, brand-new sign,
“Well, we’ve arrived. This is the detective agency.”
Cklares-Airy Step touched the badge on her hat as she descended from the carriage.
“Y-yes…”
Following her down from the carriage was a girl in a school uniform.
While both wore school uniforms, Cklares’s was white and the girl’s was brown. The detailed buttons and embroidered decorations made Cklares’s somewhat more flashy.
“Shall we go, Rebecca? The office is on the second floor. The first floor is just the bar, but it’s closed at this hour, so if you want to come, you should return at night.”
“S-such an improper place like a bar…”
“Hehe, you’re quite proper, aren’t you?”
With her usual unchanged smile, Cklares entered the building.
Going straight through the entrance, there was a door leading to the bar, and to the right was a staircase. At the top of the stairs was the front door to Norman’s lodging room.
Cklares put her hand on the doorknob,
“Rebecca, could you wait here for a moment?”
“Eh? Ah, yes. Of course, Cklares-sama.”
“Thank you, I think it’ll be over quickly.”
And so, slipping her body through the door she opened as small as possible,
“Oh, hey Cklares. Welcome back.”
Half-naked Norman greeted her.
“…………Norman-sensei, what’s with that outfit?”
Norman was wearing only pants, with nothing on his upper body, and a towel hung around his neck.
Had he just gotten out of the bath? His hair contained moisture.
“Were you having some fun at this hour? Shizuku-chan seems to be sleeping in the room.”
“No, Shizuku seems to have been sleeping since morning. I was out until just now, and I got pretty sweaty and dirty, so I was just taking a shower.”
Norman shrugged as he spoke.
“You were peeking into the room from outside with your [Hand], weren’t you? Shizuku was complaining about it.”
Cklares’s supernatural ability, [Spriggan Hand], solidifies air.
As an application of this, she could sense her surroundings from air currents and detect what was happening inside even through doors,
“I wonder if you’d call it ‘peeking’ in this case. Besides, that girl is usually sleeping anyway.”
“Well, that’s certainly true.”
He smiled wryly and went to the kitchen to start drinking water.
“……Hmm.”
For a moment, Cklares stared intently at that figure.
Usually, it was hard to tell because he always wore a coat, but Norman’s physique was quite well-trained. His chest was broad, his shoulders were solid, and he had a lot of muscle mass. Well-proportioned and without waste.
A body that maintained toughness while also conveying suppleness.
His hair, which was usually tied behind his neck, was also undone and clinging to his nape.
A feast for the eyes, or perhaps poison to them. She felt a little stirred, but,
“For now, I’d like you to put on clothes, sensei.”
“Hmm?”
“I brought someone with me. A young maiden, and the current you is quite poisonous to the eyes.”
“Hmm… certainly.”
Looking down at his own body, there was a small scar that had formed just last month.
And larger than that, an old scar spread across his entire chest.
While putting his arms through the sleeves of his shirt, he asked Cklares,
“Still, it’s unusual for you to bring someone. A friend?”
“A friend, or rather—a client.”
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Norman, now dressed in a shirt with his hair tied back, faced the girl who was supposedly the client in the living room.
Norman and Cklares each sat in one of the two single-seat sofas in the room. On a chair placed in front of the two, the girl sat with her back perfectly straight.
She had no particular features other than long brown hair and freckles on her cheeks, but her mannerisms were beautiful, suggesting good upbringing.
Her expression was stiff, and she seemed somewhat nervous.
“Rebecca-Cornwell. I’m a second-year student at Evergrace Academy, and I belong to the Social Contribution Club.”
“I see.”
Norman nodded once at the academy name, grade, and club name he was told.
Then, he glanced at Cklares beside him,
“What’s wrong, Norman-sensei? Is there something on my cute face?”
“Mm, well, never mind. Still, we’ve had various clients come this past month, but this is the first time a student from Evergrace Academy has come.”
Norman knew that academy well.
“Um… are you familiar with the academy, Hamish-san…?”
“Of course. Evergrace is a prestigious school in this Balldlum where noble young ladies attend. They strictly teach not only academics, but also bridal training, sports, general education, and artistic subjects like music and art. It’s a place for raising proper ladies, right?”
“Hehe, as expected of sensei. You’re quite knowledgeable.”
“This is all famous around here. But I’ve never heard of a Social Contribution Club. Was it established recently?”
“Y-yes. …You really are quite knowledgeable.”
Rebecca looked at Norman with eyes that seemed to view something strange.
However, for Norman, who had been socially unemployed until a month ago, this was a familiar gaze.
Pretending not to notice,
“Come to think of it, I’ve occasionally seen girls doing soup kitchens for homeless people in the streets, or holding concerts at police stations and hospitals. Could that have been you all?”
“Y-yes, that’s right. You’re very well-informed.”
“I told you, Rebecca. Sensei is an excellent detective.”
“No, no, I just happened to remember seeing it while wandering around town. I’ve been well taken care of by the homeless, police, and hospitals too.”
The strange looks intensified.
“…Um. As you said, the Social Contribution Club is a club aimed at social contribution. Mainly, we provide support to homeless people and those with difficult lives through soup kitchens, and we hold concerts as comfort visits for public servants. It was established a little over a year ago.”
“I see, that’s a wonderful initiative.”
He was genuinely impressed and convinced.
Norman’s deep involvement with Evergrace Academy began when he met Cklares a year and a half ago. So while he knew about that period, there was much he didn’t know about what happened afterward.
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