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.

them for always being loyal to Selena.

time

rapid deterioration had

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

frostbite all over his body, they took care of him

madam. I had something

can tell me. What if you ignore it

here, madam! Even though it’s getting cold, there is a hostess who is like the

table, guided by the

the maid,

sent a letter saying that

put it in his

Selena talked first.

she has more grey hair when she comes back….

up early. Does

“I’m fine, mother.”

out on Ian’s mind about his

his

I will have gray hair

grazed his

over

was a silver-haired young woman.’

she made all the

she was uncomfortable with

who was

woman’s name. She said she

still a child.

up from her

Betty asked,

you

will go sit on the second floor.”

haven’t been eating well for

Ian to eat

the second floor with the rest

chair. Where is it now? Ah!’

chair was in his room and

expected, Selena was

you finished your

worried about you,

sometimes treat me like I am a

Selena. She was sitting on

doesn’t seem to

is taking care of me so well.

down on the bed, with his mind at

clean and white ceiling filled his view. The light seemed brighter as if someone had added candles to the

closed his eyes at it and prayed

Please,

peace with Mother and the servants last long.

***

Ian woke up.

ceiling similar to that of his dream just now, but he couldn’t win back those tens of years, so

turned into a

shedding

but because of the great

water

“You’re up.”

greeted him with her usual calm

“I….”

cough cough

tried to answer, but his throat was swollen and it was hard for him to

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