The Escort Knight Who Is Being Obsessed Over by the Villainess Wants To Run Away - Chapter 238



Extra 5. Kindergarten Class

Toddler classes with parents.

Today’s topic was drawing my parents’ faces.

Since Donum and Spey were twins, they each took charge of one.

Judah will cross over.

Elijah decided to help Spay.

Donum naturally took up Judah’s lap.

Elijah and Spay sat next to him.

“I’m going to draw Dad!”

“Oh. I can’t wait. You’ll draw it well, right?”

“Yeah! Of course!”

Elijah asked, stroking Spay.

“Who are you going to draw?”

“Mom, I want to draw.”

“Really? Then you can see how Spey sees his mother?”

“… … .”

“I’m joking. You can draw it comfortably. It’s cute.”

Elijah chuckled, pinching his son’s cheek in embarrassment.

Although he is quiet and calm, he reacts clearly when teased like this.

It’s so cute that I end up playing around with it.

Elijah seemed to understand why Judah loved him so much, seeing the children who resembled him.

Although he has admitted lately that he thinks he is cute, he keeps this thought a secret from Judah.

Because I’m a little embarrassed.

Donum, sitting on Judah’s lap, sniffed at the crayons he picked out.

“Dad smells like Mom.”

“Huh? Is that so?”

It seemed as if Elijah had rubbed his head against his body before coming in.

“Yeah. There wasn’t any smell of mom in the classroom before, but it’s nice that it suddenly appears. And did you eat Daddy’s chocolate cookie?”

“…huh.”

I just found out that Donum has a good sense of smell.

It may be a bit odd to compare my youngest daughter to someone like that, but she’s almost on a par with a dog.

Even if you just take a quick look, he understands everything.

Not only the sense of smell, but all the senses of the body are sharp, if not keen.

Those golden eyes detect even the slightest change instantly and accurately.

Just by the sound of their footsteps, they can infer the current moods of Judah and Elijah, how far apart they are when walking side by side, and other such things.

“Why are you eating alone, Dad!”

“Mom ate with me too.”

“Except me!”

“Except for Space, right?”

“Boo!”

“Donum. I’ll give it to you later. It’s class time now, so you should concentrate, right?”

“Yeah. It’s a promise!”

“Okay, okay, promise.”

Even if he gets angry, he quickly smiles and holds out his little finger.

Judas hooked his little finger on her tiny, insignificant finger.

Donum nodded as if satisfied and chose the crayon again.

Meanwhile, Judah quietly kissed the crown of his cute youngest daughter’s head.

Spey muttered quietly next to him.

“… I don’t like chocolate cookies anymore.”

I like it.

Judah and Elijah know.

But these days, Spay seems to want to look more mature than Donum.

Elijah catered to his son’s desires.

“Our Space is now an adult~”

“Yeah… Hehe.”

As Elijah stroked him, Spay grinned.

The cutest thing is that he believes he looks really mature.

Even stroking like this is not the right way to treat an adult.

“Daddy’s face!”

Donum first boldly drew a large circle.

“…It’s too big?”

A circle that fills the top, bottom, left, and right sides of the paper.

It’s too big and round to be used as a human face.

“I’m going to draw!”

“Yeah, yeah. Do whatever you want.”

Spay, on the other hand, was cautious.

I stared intently at Elijah’s face.

It was different from Donum, who didn’t even check Judah’s face.

Elijah looked at Spay with a faint smile on his face.

‘That’s smart. Are you trying to set a standard?’

Even before entering the academy, the children had been educated at home.

Among them was art.

Spay was quite good at art.

The talent was rather special.

Rather than drawing intuitively, we design and draw mathematically.

It’s not just art.

Spay was good at the study of thinking, calculating, and insight into something like that.

‘That’s the same for Amor too… . Space’s insight and focus, how should I put it? Should I say it’s sharp?’

There is a strangely cold and sharp atmosphere.

Unlike the infinitely round and affectionate Amor.

In that rational realm, he resembles Elijah himself quite a bit.

After observing for a while, Spey slowly drew a picture on paper.

Measure the standard with your fingers.

From left to right on the paper.

From top to bottom.

Calmly draw the picture, estimating the size and proportion of the face with your hands and eyes.

After seeing Elijah’s face once, I never looked back.

‘You have a good memory. You can instantly focus on a given goal, just like Judas.’

Spay drew quietly, and Elijah watched his son quietly and admiringly from the side.

Meanwhile, Judah and Donum were somewhat noisy.

Since it was a kindergarten, it was noisy with other students and parents alike.

“Why did you draw a paw print on Dad’s face?”

“Koya!”

“Dad, is your nose like this?”

“yes!”

“… Hmm. If that’s the case, then I guess so.”

There was a lot to say, but Judas didn’t say anything.

I decided to guarantee my daughter’s artistic freedom.

“Dad, choose my eye color!”

“Where should I look… this?”

Judas held up a yellow crayon with a slight orange tint.

Donum took it, stared at it intently, and then picked up a bright yellow crayon.

“I like this better!”

“Okay. Then let’s do that.”

“yes!”

If that was the case, I didn’t bother asking why I asked you to choose.

It’s true that you may think you know what children are thinking, but you don’t.

‘Anyway, the one who draws the picture is Donum, so what’s more important is what Donum likes.’

In fact, Judas was a substitute for the chair and had no involvement in the painting.

But it didn’t matter.

It is important that this class is one where children and parents feel like they are ‘doing it together’.

It is not necessary for parents to directly interfere or get involved in their child’s activities.

“I should draw some dusty footprints too… and add Mom’s lips too.”

Sometimes, dust gets on her face while she sleeps, and Elijah kisses her so often that lip marks are left behind.

‘… Surprisingly, in that respect, it is a painting that reflects reality well.’

Except for the oddly shaped nose, the somewhat blank eyes, and the faces that filled the ground, it seemed somewhat similar to reality.

Judah glanced past Elijah to Spay.

I’m concentrating on drawing Elijah.

‘As expected, Spay is a good drawer.’

It may not be comparable to a professional artist, but it was pretty good for a child’s drawing.

Although it is not a detailed depiction, it is a painting that still feels like a hand trying to understand and implement the subject.

As he was looking at him, Elijah glanced back.

Their eyes met and he smiled brightly.

A clown’s round smile.

‘cute.’

Judah also smiled back.

It’s a face that makes you smile.

Elijah stuck out his lips like a duck and made a gurgling sound.

The action, which seemed like a kiss, was a signal for a kiss.

It was a habit that developed after marriage and one of the languages ​​that only the two of us spoke.

Judas also reacted as usual.

He kissed her on the lips as naturally as he had when he was staying at the palace.

And at that moment, the sound I heard was too loud.

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A short, sharp squeak that cuts through the chattering air of the kindergarten classroom.

Suddenly everyone held their breath.

In the silence that fell, both children and adults looked back at the source of the sound.

“… … .”

The two criminals who made the noise had faces so close that it looked like they had just kissed.

Both of them froze and glanced around, aware of their surroundings.

Without thinking, I acted as usual, too comfortably.

The homeroom teacher quickly tried to break the awkward atmosphere.

“… Father, the expression of affection between a couple is a very natural phenomenon, and it is also positive for the education of children, and the fact that long-time lovers still express it without hesitation means that they love each other that much… I’m sorry… .”

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It wasn’t a very helpful defense.

While the kindergarten students began to chatter again, the parents coughed in vain and blushed.

“Daddy! Give me a kiss too!”

Judah tried to cover up his embarrassment by kissing Donum’s cheek, while Elijah remained silent, hiding his blushing face behind Spey’s head.

Meanwhile, Spay was proud of himself for not wanting a kiss like Donum.

*

“I finished drawing it!”

After many twists and turns, I finally completed the painting.

“Just like dad!”

“hmm.”

The eye color is definitely the same.

It seems that the color that Donum liked was the right one.

‘Other than that…’

A face drawn to fill a piece of paper.

Thanks to this, the hair is not even visible.

It was a self-portrait he did not want to admit, but Judah chose to praise and encourage his daughter rather than inform her of the reality.

That was the path of a caring father.

“Wow, it really is the same. She is truly our daughter.”

“That’s right! Mom, look at this!”

He also showed off his painting to Elijah.

Elijah just smiled kindly and nodded.

Didn’t say anything.

If we were to evaluate it positively, we could say that it was a painting that depicted a metaphysical abstraction on the subject of father.

It could be a critique of the universal stereotypes about human facial features.

Anyway, I was happy when my mom smiled.

Judah just smiled as he looked at his youngest daughter, whose shoulders were full of strength.

The picture is cute, so it’s okay.

Compared to the painting on the Donum, Spay’s was extremely common sense.

A child’s immature muscles and expressive powers were not enough to create a good painting.

But anyone who looked at the picture could tell it was Elijah.

Curly black hair.

Vivid primary red eyes.

A mole under the right eye. A round face.

If there was anything different from the public perception of the emperor, it would be that Elijah in the painting was smiling broadly.

It was natural, since it was the mother’s face that the child saw.

“Hmm, hmm.”

Spay coughed awkwardly for no reason.

I wanted to brag about it because I thought it was pretty well drawn, but I was embarrassed to brag about it openly.

You shouldn’t brag about it too much, because even children want praise.

But I wanted to hear my mother’s praise.

Elijah, who saw right through her, covered his mouth and laughed.

‘cute.’

He gently stroked his son’s head.

“It’s just like your mom? You drew it well.”

“really?”

“Well then, really. Do you want to check out Spay too?”

Elijah held up the picture of Spay to his face.

Place your faces next to each other so Spy can see you.

Spy, looking up, smiled with satisfaction and nodded.

It was quite similar in his eyes too.

“Isn’t it the same?”

“yes.”

“Space! Me too!”

Donum thrust an abstract self-portrait of his father into Spey.

Spay threw his head back and frowned.

“Isn’t it the same?”

“… Where are you looking?”

“Here and here! Look carefully!”

“It’s not the same at all.”

“lie!”

He held up a picture next to Judah’s face.

A self-portrait of his father placed side by side.

The artist was confident.

“It’s the same!”

Spay didn’t answer.

He just shook his head.

The unacceptable Donum sought an arbitrator.

“Teacher, teacher!”

“Uh, yeah?”

“This is the dad I drew. He’s exactly the same!”

“… … .”

Such are the hardships of life.

It comes without warning.

The current homeroom teacher of the 3rd grade, 4th class of the kindergarten department was like that.

Should I take the child’s side? Should I tell the truth?

The subject of the painting is a child of the royal family, and the subject of the painting is a state letter.

Even the emperor was watching from the side.

Even though the academy ignores social status, it can’t be that easy.

This is especially true when targeting the emperor, the pinnacle of power.

If I answer that it is the same, wouldn’t that be an insult to the king?

If I say no, won’t I be punished for ignoring the royal child?

Besides, the empress stared at the homeroom teacher.

As if looking at the face of the king was considered some kind of sacrilegious act.

In a situation where he was pressed for an answer, the homeroom teacher was in agony.

He gave a carefully selected answer.

“As expected from Donum… His artistic creativity is outstanding.”

A vague compliment that is neither positive nor negative.

It felt good to be praised so much.

“Yeah! That’s right!”

The teacher, freed from suffering, quickly sorted out the situation.

“Okay, everyone has finished drawing, right? Now I’m going to hand out picture frames. Put your pictures in the frames and give them to your parents as gifts!”

A wooden picture frame.

The children framed the pictures with their parents.

He put the painting in a frame and gave it to Judah, who had now completed the painting.

“It’s a present from Dad!”

Judas was overcome with a strange emotion.

‘What is this… When I put it in a frame, it somehow looks good?’

The abstract painting, finished with a neat frame, seemed like a unique and creative work of art.

‘Are my eyes weird? Have they become weird because of my love for our youngest? Or not…?’

Whatever the result.

I was happy to receive the gift that Donum gave me.

“I’m so happy to receive such a gift from you, Donum. Thank you, my daughter.”

“lol.”

Feeling a large hand stroking his head, he closed his eyes tightly and smiled.

Elijah received the frame from Spay.

“I really like it. Thanks for drawing it, Spey.”

“yes.”

“Can I hang this in my bedroom?”

Elijah wanted to hang this masterpiece somewhere.

A prominent bedroom wall seemed like the best option.

Spay nodded shyly, embarrassed but pleased by the suggestion.

“…yes.”

So, on the couple’s bedroom wall, two self-portraits were displayed.

It was a picture that made me laugh just by looking at it.

In particular, Amor and Fides burst into laughter when they saw Donum’s painting.

Donum got angry at seeing such a big sister and brother, but Amor and Fides couldn’t hold back their laughter.

As long as it gave joy and happiness to the viewer, the completeness of the painting didn’t matter.

*

Amor is in a difficult situation.

I was at a loss as to what to do.

The man in front of me smiled gently and offered me his hand.

This man, who doesn’t even know who he is, was only met for the first time in class today.

“Will you date me officially? As a lover, that is.”

One day.

I was confessed to by a senior in my third year of middle school.

Amor laughed awkwardly.

“haha….”