I Became the Narrow-Eyed Character in the Little Prince Game

"When you think about it, so much has happened."

"It certainly has."

"Three years already... It feels so vivid, as if it were just yesterday. Perhaps that means these memories are that precious to me."

"I remember them just as clearly."

For a while, we reminisced fondly.

The conversation about our first meeting continued, winding through time, even to that bitterly cold winter, until it naturally drew to a close.

The night had quietly shifted towards dawn.

Our voices had filled the entire night, leaving no room for sleep.

I murmured with a gentle smile, reliving the memories.

"Looking back, I think Neria back then was rather charming. She used casual speech, which made her feel much more approachable."

"That’s because I was not yet someone in your service."

The girl wore an equally relaxed expression.

The process of looking back after a long journey felt like holding a warm cup of cocoa on a frigid winter day.

We savored the sweetness and the subtle bitterness together.

Gently, I reached out and stroked her silver hair.

Perhaps the sudden contact startled her.

Her pale cheeks flushed with a tender redness in no time.

Even so, she quietly accepted the gesture, and I smiled at her endearing reaction.

With her soft, melting response, her silver eyes shyly avoided mine.

Her lips quivered faintly, hesitating.

"I-I'm sorry. My face just suddenly got so hot…"

"You’re still as shy as ever."

"…It’s only because it’s you, my lord."

"Even if it's just flattery, I’m glad to hear it."

I replied playfully.

My hand, which had been caressing her hair, naturally moved down to softly brush her forehead and face, gently tracing her features.

Her skin absorbed the faint warmth entirely.

Her cheeks, already burning, grew even warmer, her breaths becoming slightly uneven.

The moment, as fragile and beautiful as petals falling, added another layer of meaning to our bond.

Eyes, nose, lips... I traced her presence as if savoring every part of her life, until my fingertips brushed against a wide scar.

A burn mark that covered the entire right side of her face.