Chapter 133. Revenge (II), Part V

Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

Annie also asked Aria carefully if she thought so. "Shall I take a look?"

Aria nodded and Annie went out to check. Annie shrieked at the unexpected visitor.

"Mr. Cain..."

'Cain?' Aria was surprised. 'Why? He still has a little time to come back.' The face that was looking through the half-open door was really Cain. Now a full-grown man, he was staring at Aria with a grimace.

Cain, who had been staring at Aria for a long time, slowly opened his mouth as she stood firm without saying anything at the appearance of Cain, who she had never thought of.

"... I heard you were in big trouble."

Aria nodded slowly to his question. With that action, the fluffy blanket on her shoulders was knocked down to the floor. Cain looked as if he was distressed and bit his lower lip, looking at a lean body because she couldn't eat properly for a long time.

As Aria stared at him in a strange and mysterious way, Cain, who had been trying to say something several times, soon breathed a deep sigh and turned away.

"... What the hell?"

At Aria's question, Annie couldn't give an answer, cocking her head.

* * *

Because of Cain, who returned early without even telling them, Aria went down to the dining room after a long time. They told her that she didn't have to come down if it was hard for her to do so, but she wondered why he came back so quickly.

As if it were all the same, Mielle, who had been locked up in her room for some time, and the Count, who had been out in the suburbs because the warehouse business had been in full swing, also took a step forward to come. Cain, however, did not give a specific reason why he returned earlier than scheduled.

"I've prepared a new outfit to attend the graduation ceremony, and I feel sorry."

"We'll get together and the ceremony will be done after the speech. It's nothing."

Cain answered with dismay when the Countess said sorry. He had no interest in the Countess, neither in the past nor in the future. It was nothing more or less than a woman his father remarried.

He would soon take over the family after taking lessons in succession, and the tainted family honor would have to be repaid by his actions.

"Mielle, your eyes look swollen, but you haven't been hit by anything, have you?"

"... No, brother."

'Why does Mielle look sicker when she isn't the one who almost got poisoned?' Her swollen eyes and anxious moods were beyond her imagination. She didn't have to be nervous unless she was the culprit.

As she was eating slower than the others, she watched the complexion of the people who were seated. Suddenly, she met the eyes of Cain. She was very familiar with the way he took away his eyes as if he had been caught peeking.

'... Don't tell me.'

She was feeling a little bit ill before, but she wasn't sure that he had come back quickly because he had been worried about her.

'Isn't it an unexpected change to do such extreme behavior, not just thinking or looking at me alone? Even if the blood wasn't mixed, I am your sister.'

The father had taken a prostitute, and the heir coveted his sister. It must be those father and son, not herself and her mother, who really ought to be criticized. At least the Countess did not turn herself into a prostitute.

'I didn't come from a prostitute because I wanted to.'

Finally, she looked at Cain's movements the whole time to see how he felt. When the Countess was worried that he came back too soon, he said coldly to the worried Countess.

"I can send my servant to get the diploma paper later. More than that..."

Cain's eyes were on Aria again as he was answering. When their gaze met, she was convinced by the look.

"It's all the more important because there's a big problem in the house."

"The guardsmen are doing their best, so she'll be caught in no time."

"Well, for that, spring is almost here."

At Cain's cold and sharp reply, Mielle's expression hardened. It was a question of why he was so eager for the prostitute's daughter.

'Maybe I can use Cain to destroy this gutter family.'

It was also revenge for Cain, who had ordered to cut her in the neck.

"It's okay. You don't have to worry about it. As you can see, I've avoided a fatal wound, and I'm on the way to recovery."

The answer was like that, but the look on her face was more pitiful than a dog in the rain. She looked like a poor girl who had no one to lean on in this mansion. Cain, who had been watching Aria for a long time with a vaguely distorted look, clicked his tongue and left the dining room, saying, "I'll get up first."

'What a pleasant surprise!'

Aria continued to eat, trying to swallow her burst of laughter. It was a long time since she felt satisfied with the table.

* * *

A change of heart had happened while he was away, and Cain couldn't control his mind about Aria more than she thought. He took the precious medicine and put it at the door to help Aria recover quickly, often raising his voice, whether the criminal still got caught

On the surface, he said, "This is how the family behaves," but for that, he sometimes looked after Aria, who took a stroll in the garden. Mielle's heart sank as she watched it.

"... Are you really going to visit the princess?"

Mielle's cold gaze touched Emma who was asking.

"Then what can I do in this situation?"

At first, Mielle thought Aria would die. She didn't know the name, but she heard it was a terrible poison that could kill a person instantly. So she didn't doubt it, but Aria, who saved her last breath, lived and woke up the next day.

So I took Berry, who she was going to send out of the capital, for a while. It was to ask why. But Berry said she didn't know the reason, and to make matters worse, there was an unexpected rumor, and a lot of people were moved by the prostitute's daughter.

The angry princess Isis sent a letter asking her to finish her job at all costs, but there was no other way to deal with it. Berry, frightened by the rumors of sympathy for the wicked woman, fled somewhere. The worst never happened like this.

"What, what the hell is this? I've sent the princess many letters of apology, but she doesn't reply!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, miss. I'll find Berry quickly and do something about this, so please wait."

The only thing going back to Emma's desperate efforts to calm Mielle down was Mielle's cold gaze. That was because Emma had been saying a lot of excuses.

No matter how much she followed Emma, she couldn't get over it easily this time. No, she couldn't stand still. Perhaps he was out of his mind, and even Cain came in and said he would resolve the case.

"I'll be out for a while."

Without instructing Emma who was just standing there, Mielle looked for a dress on her own and headed to the Duke's mansion of Frederik in a ready-made carriage. The pale-faced Emma followed hurriedly.

"I'm sorry to say that, but it's hard for you to meet the princess because she's busy at the moment. She asked me to deliver it. Since she said she'd be in touch later, why don't you wait at the mansion?"

However, she could not meet the princess at the Duke's mansion unexpectedly. It was not easy to meet the busy princess without making an appointment. Emma, who supported Mielle, who was about to collapse at any moment, pleaded with the butler, who blocked the entrance of the mansion tightly.

"Let's wait. She might get better after giving her a little time."

"... Well, it'll take a long time."

"We don't mind what time it is. Isn't that right, miss?"

"Uh, Ugh…"

Looking back at the butler who said he would ask the princess, Emma said that everything would be okay as always because the goddess of fortune was always with Mielle.

It was something that her identity and family had brought. Fortunately, she didn't mean to be cold and kick them out, so she allowed Mielle to wait in the indoor garden.

"She said it would take a little while, but if you don't mind, you can go in."

"... Thank you."

Then, the sighing Mielle went into the house, holding Emma's hand tightly as if she had not been angry at all. Fortunately, the servants and maids of the mansion treated Mielle with sincerity.