The Mansion Awaits Spring - Chapter 86

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Chapter 86
She struggled to parse Miller’s words, and only when understanding dawned did she clench her fists tight.
“You’re saying you don’t know where they were buried……?”
“I’m looking for them, like I said. I’ll find them as fast as I can.”
“How—how can you not know where they were buried? They have to be in some monastery, don’t they? Are there thousands of monasteries? I sent a letter a week ago, and you’re still not clear on this?”
“Don’t rush me. There’s no reason I should move this frantically for you.”
“You’re the one who created this urgency. They should have been buried in the Lunos Territory from the start. That was…….”
April looked ready to scream, her fists clenched so hard her hands trembled.
She had suspected something had gone wrong, but she hadn’t imagined the remains themselves would be lost.
Miller sighed and stepped toward her, speaking quietly.
“I’m sorry. Before the funeral, I’ll make sure both of them can rest properly in the Lunos Territory.”
“…….”
“I know you don’t trust me. But what else can I do—you have to trust me now.”
April felt as though her blood were draining away, yet she also knew that there was nothing she could do about it herself at this moment.
Her entire body had begun to shake, but once the thought that there was no solution took hold, her strength drained away all at once.
April reluctantly nodded, then found she could no longer stand. As she moved toward a chair, she stumbled, and Miller hastily caught her arm.
April knocked his hand away and spoke sharply.
“Don’t touch my body.”
“You want me to let you fall?”
“Yes. Let me fall.”
“I can’t do that.”
Miller became stubborn instead, keeping hold of her arm despite her resistance.
April glared at him and spoke.
“I hate you, and I always will. Don’t diminish my hatred.”
“Say that to Pejin too.”
“What?”
“The fee that Jona Tavisi demanded—he’s the one who paid it, isn’t he?”
“…….”
“You’ll take Dieusz’s money, but you can’t accept this much help from me?”
April stared at him without answering, but Miller felt something strange in those eyes—a peculiar longing he had forgotten for so long.
It was the same gaze of contempt she had once turned on Heidi.
The fact that it was now directed at him felt curious and amusing.
Heidi had never forgotten that contempt. Miller thought people could sometimes be drawn to their own suffering.
He found that he no longer disliked this gaze of hers. Perhaps because it was no longer that of a victor.
April knocked away his hand again, and this time he released her.
April sat in the chair and took a sip of the tea the Grand Duke’s Residence servants had prepared.
She tried not to think the thought that she might never recover the remains. It would not happen. It must not happen.
Because she was afraid, she simply wanted to turn away from reality and wait only until the funeral.
Yet she pressed her trembling hands together on her knees and turned to Miller to confirm something.
“Seven years ago, you did send them to a monastery, right?”
“What?”
“Did you send them to a monastery?”
Before he could answer, she was looking directly at his expression.
He unconsciously looked away as he answered.
“Yes, I did.”
Watching his expression, she remembered something she had nearly forgotten.
He was not good at lying. That was why he couldn’t even pretend to love her.
That he was lying now was obvious enough even to someone who lacked keen perception.
April’s trembling stopped.
She would kill him.
Miller Dieusz.
She would strangle him to death with her own hands.
She felt her vision turn pitch black.
The thought of searching for something seven years back left her breathless.
Sitting there, she tried to calm herself by stroking her own chest, but the anger did not subside—instead it blazed higher and brighter.
She wanted to curse at Miller, but the habitual restraint that had suppressed her emotions seemed to have strangled even her voice, and nothing came out.
She lifted her head and looked at Miller again.
Only two of them in the reception room. It felt as though a moment this perfect for attacking him would never come again.
She asked Miller again.
“Let me ask once more. Seven years ago, what orders did you give regarding my parents’ remains?”
“I don’t remember, so that’s why I’m looking for them now.”
“How can you not remember that!”
April’s voice rose, stripped of all reason.
She despised herself for not hurling the teacup she held in her hand at Miller.
He had killed her parents, and even made it so their remains could not be found—yet what was she hesitating for……?
Her hands trembled with rage and agony, and hot tea spilled over. Seeing her hands flush red in an instant, Miller hurried to fetch cold water and spoke.
“All right. I’m sorry. I’ll find them no matter what I have to do. So give me your hand. Please.”
Knowing April would not readily give her hand, he had even added “please,” but as expected, she neither set down the cup nor offered him her hand.
Just then the reception room door burst open.
When April turned to see who had entered, she found Pejin stepping in, and she relaxed slightly.
Miller, as though grateful for the timing, handed Pejin a water bottle and spoke.
“The tea spilled. Check April’s hand for me.”
“Why would you give her tea that hot? You know how she is.”
At Pejin’s response, April’s eyes narrowed in exasperation.
Yet when Pejin held out his hand and asked for hers, the hand she had refused to give Miller—she placed it in his without hesitation.
Miller shifted his gaze to watch April’s eyes as they looked at Pejin.
Though her expression showed anger at his remark about her temperament, it was also the face of someone who had found, if only for a moment, someone to lean on.
Pejin simply immersed April’s hand in the water bottle, then turned to Miller.
“What are you doing? Go call a doctor.”
“Right, I’ll fetch one right away.”
Miller assented and rushed off to summon the doctor. After he left, Pejin asked quietly.
“Did he upset you?”
“…….”
“Seems you’re not in a mood to talk.”
Seeing that her hand had gone pale from the cold water, Pejin set the water bottle down on the floor and drew out a handkerchief to dry her hands.
As April’s emotions had left her voice suppressed, she watched the Dieusz embroidery on his handkerchief for a long while before she opened her mouth.
“I’ve lost my parents.”
“…….”
“Again…….”
Once the source of her rage had left, she fell into a daze.
Anger, in a way, had touched the will to live, and now that it had cooled, her desire for survival cooled as well.
The saying that survival is instinct felt like a lie. April had been rejecting death with reason since seven years ago.
I have things I must do.
There are still things I haven’t finished.
And so she sustained her cheerless existence.
“April?”
Her consciousness flickered and returned.
“April!”
And then it slipped away again.
In Pejin’s arms, cradling her as he began to run, April found herself hoping that everything might simply end here.

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