The Reason I Keep Avoiding My Childhood Friend

“You said that to Father, even though you thought he could be angry?”

“Yes. I thought I might get scolded.”

Kirsec looked at me with eyes wide open. His eyes seemed to speak ‘you were so reckless? Aren’t you afraid of Father?’.

To be precise, I was sure that even if I was scolded, I would not be punished thanks to the immunity. When have I been an idiot and acted recklessly without such calculations? Of course, I didn’t have to say it out loud. I just shrugged.

“So you don’t have to tell a special and difficult story. Of course, you will need it later, but now is the time to get closer instead.”

“Can I really say anything? Is that okay?”

The little boy had a lot of doubts, so I said it again.

“Say anything. Even such nonsense would be more helpful than silence.”

Kirsec’s body trembled. He looked like he was stabbed inside. As expected, he must have spent time with the Grand Duke in silence.

“No matter how we use our heads, adults still see us as children. Candid behavior is more attractive than clumsy behavior. We’re still young, so use it well where it could work!”

In the end, without even realizing it, I said it with strength. You have to use it when you can use it! My desire for that is manifested, and anyone who sees it will think that it is a speech.

Still, my clumsy advice seemed plausible to the little boy. Kirsec’s energy, which had been shriveled up, was revived.

“Alright. I’ll give it a try.”

I clenched my fists as he spoke with a coy face. I thought he would take care of the rest of his own, so I got up.

This time is also exhausting. I’m going to age because of that little boy. I hope the next tea time passes quietly.

***

Is it because I met a bomb called Kir? My 7-year-old life has gone by so wildly. I’m too busy thinking about my brilliant future, yet I’ve been suffering from headaches because of other people. However, these days, it seems that quite peaceful and profound days continue. And I gradually learned how to handle Kir.

Whether it was because of a change of heart or perhaps he had taken advice from someone, Kir did not ask me to hit him since the second time he was slapped. Of course, he just gave up on asking openly, but since he was still young, he couldn’t hide the sign of wanting me to hit him.

However, as time went on, Kir’s appearance became more and more complete. He changed to a new tutor and strengthened his etiquette education, and at least when he stood still, he looked like a normal person.

However, he had just started receiving proper etiquette education, and as the saying goes that habits are hard to forget, Kir pretended to be quite dignified. But still like an immature child, he couldn’t overcome his temper and exploded once in a while.

At that time, I used to comfort Kir with words. But there are times when it works and times when it doesn’t. At times, Kir acted like someone who had lost his mind.

“What’s this! Why can’t I just do this? Aargh!”

He was a madman when he couldn’t communicate. On days when I didn’t come, he was said to be meek, so he did that only in front of me. Somehow, there seemed to be a side of him that ran more violently.

If I didn’t think he would calm down by leaving him alone, I used my last resort. I sighed and swung my hand towards Kir’s cheek. Now I don’t hit him with all my might like I used to.

Slap!

At some point, even if I didn’t hit him hard, the sound came out clearly. It felt like proof that I had hit him so many times that my stomach went bitter. And after he was slapped in the face, Kir looked at me with eyes wide open, and then he blushed and smiled.

I noticed in a few repeated situations, but the hitting strength wasn’t important. He actually seemed to prefer to get hit lightly. That means that the act of ‘getting hit’ is more important to him than the pain.

…… How would an ordinary person guess the thoughts of a pervert? I just shook my head.

Anyway, after getting hit like that, Kirsec was silent for a while. No matter what he did, he fluttered around in a good mood, but at some point he became dissatisfied and acted like a bomb with no way of knowing when it would explode. And after a while, he really exploded.

When Kir nitpicks or whines about nonsense. I sighed and slapped his cheek. This strange formula was established.

Were they used to it? Both Mrs. Seryl and Knight Henry seemed to regard this absurd situation as a daily routine. And now I have given up on looking pretty to Knight Henry. I slapped him on the cheek like that, so there was no way I could act cute. Goodbye, my pure love at age 7.

After living like this for about a year, was I spoiling the future of a man by slapping him on the cheek when he was young? I also felt guilty. But soon the guilt was blown away. It was because I felt like I was giving Kir a greater happiness than the guilt.

The good news, though, was that the period between the slaps on the cheek became longer as time passed. If the cycle lengthens like this, he may be in a good state. I have not lost that vain hope yet.

So one year has passed. It’s a lot of time for a child. It was a period of rapid growth both internally and externally.