Chapter 7

When Ian was young, his mother Selena had nothing to do ever since she began to take care of herself and Ian at the villa.

The Duke also couldn’t serve as a caretaker to her, and no one came to the cottage in the mountains.

Selena, who liked to be in a calm atmosphere from the beginning, was satisfied with him.

She would knit often. She could hold the wool all day long.

Young Ian would often run around the villa and come in exhausted.

He would hear the sound of noodles squirting as it boiled down the stove while falling asleep.

Turning her head, Selena would start to knit while sitting on the rocking chair.

Ian, who collapsed after not being able to speak to Laritte, had a dream.

He went back to face his ‘enemy’ who used to live in the villa with his precious mother.

“Did you wake up?”

As Selena said that, Ian blinked and shifted his upper body on the bed.

He felt like he had forgotten something, so he peered at both of his hands and saw a little child’s fingers.

‘I am sure they were a lot bigger than this.’

“I’m going to have breakfast. Betty said you have been working hard.”

Selena put down what she was knitting and raised Ian up.

He felt a sense of Déjà vu but soon followed her.

The villa where he stayed as a child was as colorful as a peacock without a speck of dust.

But there was also a cozy side.

A clean, soft-colored wallpaper, that could be seen under the light of an electric lamp, while walking along the corridor….

“Are you going to eat here? You could have let me send it up.”

“Good morning, Master.”

“Did Master sleep without washing up again?”

The employees, who followed to serve Selena Reinhardt, were usually energetic and active.

It was the result of the generosity of the Duke of Reinhardt at that time.

Selena was quiet and fragile. Betty was afraid that she might lose her energy sooner than expected.

In addition, Selena took good care of the employee.

“Can you serve my breakfast and Ian’s?”

“Yes, madam! There’s an amazing smoked dish. There was a meat festival down there, and I brought the best quality from the market.”

Cough cough

“Oh, Betty. You don’t have a cold, do you?”

She was a woman who would worry if a maid was sick or not.

She was elegant and smooth, and she did not require much formality.

That’s why the employees would often forget that their family was the second most powerful house after the royal family.

for always

time like this.

for Selena’s rapid deterioration had

the wagon was in a state of limbo due to heavy snow, a

all over his body, they took care of him like a

I had something stuck

can tell me. What if you ignore it and it gets more serious?”

getting cold, there is a hostess who is like

table,

the maid, approached

saying that she will arrive at the villa

it in his mouth. Then he raised

Selena talked first.

if she has more grey hair when she

up early. Does

“I’m fine, mother.”

popped out on Ian’s mind

his head was getting

have gray hair

something grazed

over twenty?’

silver-haired

the time seemed to have

was uncomfortable

was

to recall the woman’s name. She said she was his wife.

a

rose up from

Betty asked,

you finished?”

feel very well today. I will go

eating well for days already…”

to eat slowly and

to the second floor

Where is it

in his

was sitting

finished your

about you,

treat me like I am a fragile grass. It’s

and looked over Selena. She was sitting on the rocking chair with

true. She doesn’t seem

sick because everyone is taking care of

down on the

his view. The light seemed brighter as if someone had added candles

closed his eyes at it and prayed inwardly.

Please,

peace with Mother and the

***

Ian woke up.

could see a ceiling similar to that of his dream just now, but he couldn’t win back those

warm atmosphere turned into a cold winter

was shedding tears.

of the great heat that his head sent out

into cold water and wiping the area around his

“You’re up.”

her usual

“I….”

cough cough

answer, but his throat was swollen and it

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