Flora felt she had met a troublesome fellow.
Although the white-haired young man was more handsome than most elves and had an especially noble and elegant demeanor.
Yet, his true self did not match his appearance at all.
The boy, who called himself Herbert, was simply too noisy.
"Oh, let me follow you, just add me!"
"After all, you don't seem to have many friends either, why not let me be your friend!"
"Am I wrong? Oh, where are they then?"
"Could it be that your friends went to a banquet and only you didn't get an invitation?"
"You didn't want to attend their party? Oh, I see, I get it, no need to explain, I understand it all!"
"Yes, yes, you didn't want to go, not that you weren't invited! I get it!"
"Poor thing... oh, I said nothing, you heard it wrong."
"Not happy? Then tell me, do you have other friends?"
...
Noisy.
That guy just had to keep bringing up things Flora didn't want to talk about.
It wasn't that they isolated me; it was I who isolated them!
