The Return of Lilietta - Chapter 118

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Chapter 118

Lillieta agonized while holding her forehead.

If Hanna had the means to resist Pascal and became a person of the ducal house, then moved as her hands and feet, it would certainly be helpful.

In fact, it wouldn’t just be helpful to that degree.

If Hanna was truly Adicl’s daughter, she would be able to deeply access the secrets of Adickl Duchy and Pascal’s true identity. So simply that things like Lillieta pretending to accept the duke’s son’s courtship and aiming to be invited to the ducal castle would become meaningless.

Of course, since she had been Lillieta’s personal maid, some background setting and a story that wouldn’t arouse suspicion would be necessary, and she’d need to receive oaths and basic training too…

‘…This isn’t a problem I can decide alone.’

How much to tell Hanna and how far she could trust her was also a problem. It would be terrible if Pascal caught her instead.

‘I should discuss it with my comrades.’

Rita decided to postpone this matter for now and patted Hanna’s shoulder.

“Hanna, let’s get a bloodline verification first. And think about it a bit more until the results come out. I’ll also think about it seriously.”

“…! Thank you, Miss! Thank you!”

“I haven’t confirmed your role yet, and there’s nothing for you to thank me for. Once you reclaim your status, you can’t go back to how things were before. It’s an irreversible choice and a matter of your life at stake, so you really need to think about it seriously, understand?”

“Yes, of course!”

Hanna smiled brightly, excited like a child who received a gift. Rita ended up wearing a bitter smile.

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Later, Leonhardt came to kindly explain her leg condition and recovery methods.

As she expected, thanks to Gideon having already talked about many things including her constitution, her family was taking good care of her without experiencing the same unfortunate mistakes as Pascal’s history.

For Rita, it was comfortable since there was nothing she particularly needed to explain additionally or give her a headache making excuses about.

Although her entire family was surprised about her special constitution, since she had been missing all this time, they had never poured divine power on her, so it ended with just a resolution to be careful from now on.

It was truly fortunate that her family wouldn’t suffer from unnecessary guilt. She might even have to thank Pascal for this part.

‘About a week of absolute rest while applying oath concentrate three times a day, then gradually walking from after a week but running is prohibited. Complete recovery will take about 3 to 4 weeks…’

It was disappointing that her physical training schedule was disrupted, but the promise to attend the duke’s son’s party at the Frontier Festival became particularly troublesome.

‘Today is May 19th and the duke’s son’s party is June 3rd, about 2 weeks away, so I should be able to walk around sufficiently… but if I say I’ll go, everyone will worry, right?’

According to her original personality, she would have decided to attend unconditionally since she’d recover considerably in 2 weeks, her main weapon was a gun anyway so she didn’t need much movement, and it was a good opportunity to check the duke’s son’s surroundings.

However, now Gid’s words about choosing the best rather than the optimal lingered in her mind.

‘…There’s still time, so let’s think about it a bit more.’

Then Richard, who came after washing up neatly, gave her a black cloak with subtle patterns engraved on it as a gift.

It was a magic cloak called ‘Black Dragon’s Wing’ that the royal family traditionally bestowed upon hunting competition winners.

“Since I won thanks to you, this is yours. I said I’d go prove the effectiveness of your training.”

“They say there’s defensive magic strong enough to save your life once cast on this. If you have any business wandering around, make sure to wear it. Got it?”

Richard forcibly pushed the Black Dragon’s Wing onto Lillieta who tried to decline, then looked around and whispered secretly.

“Our parents found it a bit suspicious that the Crown Prince knew too much about you, but I covered by saying that you and that guy, no, His Highness are just old friends so that’s probably why, without mentioning that you two have that kind of relationship. My mouth was itching but I kept faith with you. How’s that, isn’t your brother the best?”

“I told you that’s a misunderstanding!”

“Right, right, our youngest, very embarrassed to be caught by your brother? I understand that feeling.”

“…”

When Lillieta silently drew Silvergrass, Richard giggled and fled from the room.

Then, since she had it out anyway, she activated Grace and had to listen to the artificial spirit’s tremendous complaints and lamentations. By the time she barely managed to soothe it, it was already night.

After applying medicine and changing bandages with Hanna’s help, she lay in bed, but having spent the entire day just sitting or lying down, she wasn’t sleepy at all.

Lillieta lay there blankly and suddenly thought of Gideon.

“If you had any self-awareness.”

“…There’s no way I’d let you do something like this.”

Somehow her thigh felt ticklish.

What was that contact?

A simple warning? Since she only talked about what relationships between men and women were without properly realizing it, was it intended to make her experience it firsthand?

What came to mind consecutively was the thought she had stumbled over.

“In the end, Rita, you roughly passed over other people’s marriage talk without even remembering it properly, but only believed my marriage talk like gospel and paid attention to it… How should I interpret this?”

I don’t know either, Gid.

Rita replied inwardly like that, then turned her head while lying in bed to look up at the night outside the window and the gentle moon.

While doing so, she carefully examined her own heart.

‘Gid, it seems like I… don’t like the idea of someone else coming between you and me. I’d like to be the one who knows you best and stays closest to you.’

Just as it has been until now, continuing into the future.

That’s why she kept thinking about his marriage.

Was this just childish possessiveness toward a friend? Or was it fear or unfamiliarity with changes in a familiar relationship? Or, or could it possibly be…

‘…But for this to be some other kind of emotion, isn’t it too calm and plain? That kind of emotion should feel more intense and sticky…’

It might just be comradeship or friendship that had become more affectionate due to the long time spent together.

Since they had been so close, she was just a bit surprised that someone else could come between him and her, but if such a thing actually happened, wouldn’t she adapt surprisingly quickly?

‘I’ve never looked at Gid that way before. He was just a comrade, just a friend…’

In the midst of confusion, one question naturally arose.

‘That’s how I am, but what about Gid?’

How did he think of her?

“I’m starting to want to misunderstand, what should I do?”

“Misunderstand what?”

“Our relationship.”

She had been feverish so she listened carelessly and passed it by, but thinking back on it later, it seemed somehow significant…

The confusion that had been building in her head suddenly stopped. Because someone’s figure suddenly appeared in the window she had been staring at blankly.

“…!”

She was about to immediately take a defensive stance, but hesitated when she felt a familiar presence.

The visitor who had deliberately revealed his presence nodded his head, then opened the locked window as if it were nothing and slipped into the room.

Lillieta sat up and called his name.

“Ethan?”

“Yeah. Are you feeling a bit better? Just sleep if you’re tired.”

“You came because you have something to talk about, right? I was awake anyway since I couldn’t sleep.”

When she sat up completely, Ethan pulled over a chair, placed it backwards beside the bed, and sat astride it crookedly.

“You can guess that everyone’s been turned upside down because of you, right?”

“…”

Rita’s shoulders automatically hunched at his opening words. Ethan clicked his tongue as if to say ‘see?’

“I told you not to do reckless things with that paper-thin body, but you did something fucking spectacular, didn’t you? And then you’re lying there comfortably while only we’re constantly anxious and going crazy.”

“…Sorry.”

“You should be more sorry. Do you know how shocked I was when I followed the servant as you ordered, came back, and saw the Raskail barracks turned upside down? How long has it been since you died and came back to life, damn it…”

“I’m really sorry. I’ll be careful from now on.”

“Hah…”

Ethan roughly tousled his pure white hair and let out a deep sigh, then rested his chin on the chair’s backrest.

“Fine, it’s not like I’ve seen Rita Pascal do crazy things just once or twice… There are people lined up who are better at talking and scolding you than me, so I’ll stop here. Someone’s coming tomorrow too.”

“Tomorrow? Who?”

“Oli.”

“Ah.”

“When he heard that you sniped with a hole in your leg using an old revolver with makeshift expansion parts, he went ballistic and pushed aside all his other work to make your magic gun first. So he’s coming tomorrow to take your measurements.”

“Huh? Really? Oli’s going to make my magic gun now?”

When Rita unconsciously brightened up and asked back in an excited tone, Ethan frowned and stared at her intently. His expression clearly said whether this was something to be happy about.

Rita quietly averted her gaze and calmed her excitement. After glaring at her for a while, Ethan continued speaking.

“Hey, Sera senior also got word about what you did, you know? She’s using National Foundation Day as an excuse to visit the capital, so you better brace yourself.”

“Sister is coming next month for National Foundation Day?”

“Yeah, she’s coming with the Shadea Church delegation. She’ll examine your physical condition then and try to erase the scar on your leg. After hearing from Oli, she’s been researching healing techniques that would work on your damn body, and apparently she’s made some progress.”

“Already? That’s Sera sister for you.”

“And I have something to report to you. About what I saw when I chased after that servant.”

“Ah, okay.”

Rita straightened her posture as if to show she was focusing. Ethan paused to gather his words, then calmly explained the scene he had witnessed that day.

The existence of a mage presumed to be a Pascal.

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