Intruding The Dreams Of A Knight

With heavy steps, Irene headed for the café terrace on the first floor

“Yes, this is for an errand. I came to buy a meal for the busy Mr. Boltzman, that’s all,” Irene said to herself. However, her heart was pounding.

It has been a while since she saw Camille in the third-floor corridor. Perhaps he has already given up and left the café. There were only about fifteen minutes left for the break, so it was highly likely he was no longer there.

“Whether Lord Gresler is here or not doesn’t matter. I’m just doing an errand, an errand…”

Eventually, she arrived at the café terrace, which was fairly crowded. People had varying lunch break schedules, so customers were constantly coming and going.

She almost looked towards the terrace seats but managed to focus on the display with firm determination and selected a light meal for Mr. Boltzman.

“Thank you. Please wait over there,” the cashier said after receiving the payment.

Irene put her wallet back into her bag, adjusting her position slightly to avoid getting in the way of the next customer. As she casually glanced around, her gaze met Camille’s.

“Ah,” she thought. There he was, the blond knight, sitting at the same terrace seat as before.

He was staring at her with a bewildered expression. When he murmured, “Ah, there you are…” Irene couldn’t help but be flustered.

“He definitely recognized me… He murmured, ‘There you are’!” she thought.

But Irene had to pretend as if she knew nothing. Therefore, she quickly averted her gaze, collected the packaged light meal for Boltzman, and tried to leave the café terrace immediately.

“Miss Lancel!”

Why was she hearing this voice? Why was her name being called?

“Mr. Gresler? Greetings,” Irene said, unable to ignore being called by name. She turned around, and there stood Camille. He seemed to have hurriedly stood up from his seat, holding the strap of his bag in his left hand and an empty cup in his right, appearing rather awkward.

Seeing Irene calmly greet him, Camille seemed to regain his composure.

“Ah, yes, greetings,” he said, attempting to bow, but to do so, he needed to place his right hand over his left chest, which was occupied by the ceramic cup.

He wanted to greet her properly, but the cup was in the way, and there was no place to put it. Watching Camille’s flustered actions, Irene couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Although he was a popular knight and the heir of the Count’s family, he looked like a young boy at that moment.

“Let me have it,” Irene said.

“No, but…”

“I don’t mind.”

When Irene took the cup from Camille’s hand, he fumbled with his right hand, as if opening and closing it, then finally managed to bow as a knight would.

“My apologies. I showed you an unbecoming sight…”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Saying this, Irene returned the cup to the shelf, and Camille lowered his head with an apologetic tone. It was quite rare to see him looking dejected like this since he usually appeared confident.

‘…Well, I’ve exchanged basic greetings, so that should be enough.’ Irene thought to herself.

“Then, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Ah, yes. I got in your way during your shopping.”

Irene turned her back to Camille and started walking. As soon as she reached the deserted hallway, she let out a sigh.

“I couldn’t just leave him in distress, I should have offered a hand… But maybe that was counterproductive.” she pondered.

As Doris had mentioned, anyone would be pleased and feel warmth when someone they liked cared for them. There was a possibility that Camille’s fondness for her might have increased as a result.

“However, from a knight’s perspective, it’s embarrassing to be seen in such a disheveled state. Perhaps it was the right decision in that regard?” Irene contemplated.

Ultimately, she wouldn’t know if her actions today were right or wrong until Camille had another dream.

“Even so…”

Unexpectedly, Irene found herself thinking that Camille, who had been flustered earlier, looked cute.

—

The dreams Irene sees are actually what Camille sees.

Since that hypothesis had been confirmed, Irene couldn’t help but become interested in Camille.

“Oh? Irene, you seem to have quite sturdy shoulders.”

One day, while changing in the dressing room, Doris pointed this out, and Irene returned the comment with a wry smile.

“Yes, it seems like everyone in my father’s lineage has rather broad shoulders… I guess I’ve inherited that too.”

“I see. I thought maybe you were into some sports or something.”

“Haha, I get that a lot.”

If Irene were a purebred noblewoman, having broad shoulders might have been seen as a disadvantage. However, Irene never wore off-the-shoulder dresses for evening parties, and in her line of work, having a sturdy physique was more practical.

As they left the changing room, Doris chuckled.

“I wonder if it’s like that phrase, ‘I’m amazing when I take my clothes off.'”

“Come on, that’s so misleading!”

“It’s not a bad thing. Someday, when you have someone special, try saying, ‘I’m amazing when I take my clothes off.'”

“I would never say something like that!”

They laughed together as they continued on.

While Irene and Doris were giggling and chatting, Irene had no idea that someone was standing behind them.

She would only learn about it later that night.

—

In Camille’s dream.

“Camille,” a sweet voice called out Camille’s name.

It seemed that Irene, in Camille’s dream, possessed an incredibly enchanting voice that was sweet and alluring.

In this dream, Irene was wearing a dress that appeared to be for an evening party. The latest trend was a design that exposed both shoulders and revealed a generous amount of cleavage, and Irene looked stunning in a glossy red dress. Strangely, she also seemed to have an exceptionally ample chest.

(Why does she look so curvaceous like this?)

Despite Irene’s confusion, “Irene” smiled and extended her hand to Camille.

“Come on, come closer, Camille.”

In response to the invitation, Camille said something. Upon hearing his words, “Irene” chuckled softly.

“You’re so serious. But even so, I like you.”

(…Did he reject her?)

It was just a dream, so Camille could have been bolder without anyone complaining. Perhaps Camille’s seriousness was the reason, or maybe Irene didn’t find herself that attractive, which was why she had such dreams in the first place.

But if she didn’t consider herself appealing, she wouldn’t have dreamed like this in the first place.

Camille said something again, and “Irene” smiled adorably like a young girl.

“After all, didn’t I tell you? ‘When I take my clothes off, I’m amazing.'”

(…That’s not what I meant!)

Ah, so that’s what she meant! Irene finally grasped the meaning, feeling like burying her head in her hands. Of course, she couldn’t do that in this dream.

Yesterday, she had discussed shoulder width with Doris in the changing room. Camille probably overheard them in the hallway and misunderstood. He must have thought Irene had a very large chest.

(No, no, that’s not it!? Actually, it’s not true at all!?)

Irene wanted to shout, but of course, Camille couldn’t hear her, and the chest of “Irene” in front of her didn’t shrink to the correct size

In the end, Camille didn’t act out of character or become flirtatious in front of “Irene” in charming dress. They simply continued to chat, enjoying each other’s company in the dream.