It wasn’t in his nature to be important to someone, but this encounter made him realise just how lonely he would have been. A few weeks ago, he remembered seeing many close-knit groups, but he’d never had the courage to approach them or keep them company. He was definitely caught off guard this time.

Aika Fujiwara. A very noble name. He blinked, pondering the origin of her name for a moment — especially the dynasty she had mentioned. Oh, he said, a tremor crossing his eyes. That was someone’s territory — no, actually, a dynasty’s. Fujiwara, you say.

He believed that if he stayed there any longer, others would come. He didn’t know anything about that dynasty. It’s very kind of you to tell me that, he said, smiling calmly.

As an ordinary person, I have nothing interesting enough to catch your attention. Hotaru reconsidered, maintaining a somewhat calm demeanour. I found myself here because I’ve walked so far through the mountains that seeing the sea is truly beautiful — it delights me.

The young man’s sensitive eyes seemed to sparkle for a moment; this was the first time he had ever spoken to anyone.

I should show you the respect you deserve. I see your family is of noble birth. At the back of his mind, he wondered what this dynasty might be like. If he were indeed treated as an intruder, he would be used to it; that thought made him nervous. Haha, forgive me once again, but you were so friendly when you approached me—I can’t help but say that if everyone from the Fujiwara clan is as gentle as you, the dynasty will definitely prosper. He knew he had no way out right now, of course; interacting with someone like this came with its own risks. But what would he gain by leaving her alone? Would she even remember him afterwards?