The time plodded onwards step by step. The rest of the Academy went on vacation, and Louise bid her friends goodbye as they went home.

Simon gave his farewell too, and also told Louise her would meet her at the Sweeney mansion after she returned from her work at the Academy.

Dont eat too much cold food, Louise.

He always had the same anxiety at the beginning of each summer.

Ill be careful.

Dont forget to use a blanket when you sleep.

Ill be careful about that, too.

Of course she intended to eat plenty of cold food and throw away the blankets with a good kick. She couldnt help it. Summers were blistering hot, even now.

Louise woke up in morning with the unpleasant feeling of her thin pajamas plastered to her skin with sweat. The weather forecast seemed to have hit the mark again.

The season is just beginning, so why is it so hot like its the middle of summer

Louise muttered to herself grumpily. The occasional breeze that slid through the open window did little to cool her sweat, and the oppressive heat was unrelenting. Any motivation disappeared. It was always like that every summer.

Louise rolled on to her back on her bed. The dormitories were quiet. It was only natural. There were only four students left. Most of the professors were away on vacation or at academic events. The caretaker left the Academy, saying she would visit home, leaving Professor Hill to take care of the gardens. Before it got this hot, Louise volunteered to help him, but for now it was too tiresome to even go to eat, let alone work in the fields.

She wished she could stay in bed all day with some ice in her mouth or something. But as her body lay inert, her mind was getting busy. On this lazy morning, her head wouldnt stop bothering her with trouble.

The original story is making me go crazy.

This was a real problem. She didnt know what was really what now. Until now, she thought she had seen a clear way through her flower path.

Then theres relationship between Professor Lassen and Stella.

Louise did not want to give any sympathy for Stella, but when she thought of the other girls swollen cheek, she felt a little upset on her behalf. She didnt wish to be the cause of it.

And then His Highness.

She still remembered what the original Ian was like. He was the kind of person who spat out these lines:

I dont know what youre thinking. Nothing exists between you and me.

She was worried that if his heart leaned away from her, she might hear him say those words herself. There was nothing she could do about it. She had already seen it happen in the story, so Louise did not recklessly come to a conclusion as to what the kiss meant that night. He was just a friend comforting her. Or did he have different intentions?

Louise already knew what her ideal man was anywaysa Safe Man never mentioned in the original story. She could have a normal romantic relationship without thinking about his future. Maybe they would exchange gifts on their birthdays. Thoroughly understand each others habits and temperament. Sometimes eat each others cooking.

Safety is alway the best.

As she hammered the principle deep in her mind, a knock interrupted her thoughts. It was probably Claire. She was the only other girl in this section.

Claire?

As she spoke, the door cracked open a little.

Im sorry to disappoint you.

Through the sliver of the door she could see Ians silver hair and his clear, clean face which had not a bead of sweat on it.

President.

I know it really is summer when it looks like youre drooping.

Dont look for seasonal feelings here. Im worn out.

Louise muttered as she pushed herself up.

I know, I know. Louise is very sensitive to heat.

Considering how energetic you look, it must be way past morning.

Louise remembered how Ian was often weak in the morning.

I hope you dont tell the time through my condition. Im tired every morning, too.

He walked right into Louises room without her permission.

Is it okay if you just enter the room of a lady still in her pajamas?

Theyre the pajamas I bought you. Is there a problem?

Thats

It was just as he said. The pajamas were sent by Ian on her birthday last year with a note saying, Im sorry I couldnt congratulate you directly. It was made of a very expensive fabric that kept one cool.

Thats true.

I paid quite a lot for it, but you dont look very comfortable.

He frowned, sweeping away her sweat-damp hair.

D-dont touch it. Its dirty!

Ill wash my hands.

Im dirty! Im covered in sweat.

I dont care. When I get your sweat on my fingers, I feel like its finally summer.

Like I said, Im unhappy thinking about paying taxes to a pervert, so please dont say things like that.

And like I said, I dont do this to anyone but you.

He was coming on to her again! This guy couldnt be real!

Really, President!

Before Louise could say anything, he placed the cold glass he was holding onto Louises hot face.

Huuh

Louise forgot what she was about to say and savored the cold sensation of the glass against her cheek.

Isnt it cool?

After chilling away the heat for a moment, he held out the glass towards her and she took it. Slices of lemon and ice were floating in it.

Did you bring this for me?

Who else is in this room besides you?

I thought you were enjoying it.

Actually, I already had some before as it was hot on the way here. Drink it down. I wonder if its to your taste.

Louise tilted the glass over her lips. The cool liquid seemed to give her life again, not to mention it was delicious. The ratio of sour to sweet was perfect.

Ugh, what the hell can this man not do?

Ittastes good.

I thought so. Do you have the strength to eat now?

Eat? Didnt you say the caretaker wasnt in?

Well, I cant starve the workers over vacation.

Louise looked at Ian with a slightly suspicious expression.

You cooked?

I told you. I had to learn everything I need to survive. Which, of course, includes cooking.

And so Louise sent Ian out of her room first, then quickly washed and changed. Then Louise, refreshed from Ians life-giving water, walked with him to the cafeteria where they found Claire and Dean already eating.

President, did you make the bread?

Its necessary for survival.

What about salad?

Its the only way to survive.

Well, what about this beautiful omelet?

For survival.

Did you put cheese in it?

Yes, just the way you like it.

This perfect human being.

The omelet he made was incredibly tasty, and the cheese folded in it stretched pleasantly. Louise, who had finished the omelet in a flash, lifted her head upwards from the table. She was completely sated.

That man. Hes too dangerous. Too dangerous!