The Return of Lilietta - Chapter 70

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Chapter 70

“…Huh? Why, why?”

“I’ll go to the reception room, so you do something else.”

Despite his smiling face and gentle tone, Hanna felt strangely chilled. It felt like a cold blade was quietly pressing against the back of her neck.

She gripped the tray like a lifeline.

“It’s, it’s fine! It’s my job!”

“I’m free so I’m trying to help. Hanna, you’re busy.”

“I’m not busy, serving the young lady is my main duty, so it’s fine—”

“Fuck.”

Hanna’s eyes widened in shock at the sudden profanity.

Ethan with white hair and red eyes, the ghost-like man who appeared after the Ethan she knew died, whispered to her in a low voice while still smiling.

“I’m already about to fucking lose it, so let’s be reasonable, okay?”

“…Hic.”

Frightened Hanna froze stiff and hiccupped. Ethan simply snatched the tray from her and turned around without hesitation.

She watched his retreating white figure and unconsciously shouted.

“Ethan!”

At that call, Ethan stopped abruptly. It was a reflexive reaction because Hanna’s sharpened voice sounded similar to Rita Pascal’s.

Completely unaware of this fact, Hanna tearfully spoke to his back.

“Why, why are you suddenly treating me like this? You weren’t like this before. You were nice to me, to me…”

Enough to make me misunderstand.

She swallowed the rest of her words and realized she had come to like him. She felt sad and wronged.

I wasn’t the one who liked you first. You were the one who started it. You made me, who had no thoughts, misunderstand, and now suddenly why are you acting like this!

“Ethan, what, what did I do wrong? Or did I make you misunderstand something?”

Unable to voice her sadness, she only asked that much, and Ethan turned around and approached her again.

“Misunderstand.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you made me misunderstand. You did.”

“What, what misunderstanding? What is it? If you tell me, I can explain everything—”

“But, well, you didn’t do anything wrong. I was the idiot who misunderstood everything.”

He stopped in front of her and muttered helplessly.

“Some people know right away after one look, but me, fuck, I couldn’t even be sure it wasn’t true, couldn’t even notice the real thing wandering right in front of me, ha… Yeah, that’s right, I was always that kind of guy. A bastard who can’t do anything alone.”

It was all muttering to himself. Hanna couldn’t understand what he was mumbling at all. She just watched fearfully as Ethan lowered his head with a twisted smile.

“The oath given to me was ultimately the essence of who I am.”

“…Ethan?”

“Forget it. Fuck, what am I supposed to do. What thoughts does a sword have. I should know my place.”

After muttering alone, he raised his head and finally looked at Hanna.

“Hey, you there.”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Don’t have any useless expectations of me from now on.”

“…”

“It’s not your problem, I’m just a fucking crazy bastard, so if you really feel wronged, bring a knife next time. I’ll let you stab me once.”

“What…?”

“I’m going.”

Having finished what he had to say, he turned around again, held the tray with one hand, and headed to the reception room.

Hanna stared blankly at his retreating figure and then collapsed weakly on the spot.

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The moment the reception room door opened and she saw the face of the person entering, Lillieta unconsciously smiled. Though his hair and eye color had become unusual, it was an unmistakable face.

“Ethan.”

The moment Ethan saw the woman smiling at him from beyond the aimed gun barrel, he froze.

In her posture of calling his name with a welcoming smile yet not lowering her guard and steadily aiming the gun without wavering, he saw someone overlapping.

“It is Ethan, right?”

Lillieta asked Olivia behind her. Oli poked her head out, confirmed Ethan standing tall, and nodded.

“That’s right, I was going to tell you but I forgot because there’s so much to talk about. That guy Ethan got a job disguised as a footman at your house.”

“He got a disguised job at our house? Why?”

“Why else, because of your maid who looks exactly like you from the old days and confuses everyone.”

“Ah…”

Rita finally lowered the gun, handed it to Olivia, and approached Ethan.

And before she could even open her mouth, Ethan forgot all the things he was going to say and blurted out something else that came out naturally.

“Why the fuck does your face look like that.”

“It’s changed a lot, right? It might be unfamiliar but—”

“No, not that.”

He slammed down the tray he was holding nearby and strode toward her.

“Why is your cheek like that.”

“Ah, this.”

Ethan suddenly grabbed Rita’s chin as she tried to make excuses, turned her head this way and that, then gritted his teeth.

“Fucking hell. Which bastard was it?”

“No, Ethan. Do I have the personality to go around getting slapped? It’s not what you’re thinking.”

“Like hell it’s not, fuck. Look in a mirror before you say that.”

“That bastard was me.”

Olivia suddenly interjected from behind Rita. Ethan scowled fiercely.

“You?”

“Yeah, I hit her.”

“Why?”

Ethan’s voice lowered. Rita quickly stepped between them.

“I did something that deserved hitting.”

“That’s ridiculous. What exactly did you do to deserve hitting?

Dying like that in front of you guys?”

“…”

Ethan closed his mouth. Rita apologized with a bitter smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“…At least you know you did something to be sorry for, fuck, really nobody’s grateful for you doing that shit. You know?”

“I know now.”

“You didn’t know before?”

“I just didn’t think about the consequences then.”

“Fucking great job, Rita Pascal.”

“Do you want to hit me too?”

“Are you crazy?”

“If it makes you feel better, it would be refreshing for both of us. It’s okay, so just hit me.”

“This fucking…”

Ethan looked at her with an incredulous expression and let out a deep, helpless sigh.

“You look like some fairy but inside you’re fucking Rita Pascal through and through. What the hell have I been doing with this right in front of me.”

Olivia interjected again.

“Hey, Ethan, do you have that potion I made for you?”

“I have it, why.”

“Use that to treat Rita’s thing. I left mine at home.”

“You nagged me so much to always carry emergency medicine with me, but you leave yours behind.”

Grumbling, Ethan pulled out a small glass bottle from his chest and gestured to Rita.

“Turn your head.”

“Rita’s mouth is cut inside, so let her hold it in her mouth first before applying it to her cheek.”

“How much fucking resentment did you put into hitting the kid that she’s bleeding?”

“I thought she was the old Rita Pascal. She’s like paper now, so you be careful too.”

“Paper?”

“She returned in a body that’s been famous for being sickly since childhood. Look at her frame, it’ll make your neck ache.”

“…You’re right? Her wrists and neck, damn. What use is this?”

Rita was dumbfounded by the conversation between her same-age friends happening with her between them.

“Hey, I’m right here? I can hear everything?”

“Oh right, that’s true, my precious friend Rita was here too. After you disappeared with a poof right in front of us, I got used to talking without you.”

“…”

Somehow she felt like they’d caught a fatal weakness that would be used against her for life.

Ethan gave the dejected Lillieta an opened potion bottle to drink and asked.

“So Rita, why the hell did you return looking so different? We had a hell of a time trying to find you. And what the fuck is up with that maid who looks like your old appearance?”

“…”

“Ah, answer later. After the cuts heal.”

When she nodded, Ethan applied the potion to her cheek. Meanwhile, Olivia, who had been holding onto Silvergrace alone, exclaimed.

“Done!”

“What’s done?”

“Anti-bullshit parts upgrade version installed.”

She approached with Silvergrace, wearing a pleased smile.

“When you return, your hand size and shape are likely to change, so I couldn’t prepare a magic gun in advance. Your Oath aptitude and capacity could change too. So I’ll take measurements for that later and do custom design before making it to order…”

Rita’s eyes sparkled at the words of her friend who had been her dedicated magic gun maker ever since they met at age 13. Seeing that look, Oli chuckled and continued.

“Anyway, so I couldn’t make a magic gun, and I just brought the parts I’d been researching and upgrading separately to register them… but thinking about it, she has a gun she’s using now. I figured if I install it there first, it’d be usable for a while.”

Rita, unable to speak because she was holding the potion in her mouth, quickly extended her hand. Oli placed the silver revolver on her palm.

“Go on, talk to it.”

“…?”

“I’m telling you to inject your Oath.”

She added with a somewhat proud chest.

“I made this while waiting for the day you’d return. You’ll definitely like it, right?”

Lillieta injected her Oath into Silvergrace with an excited feeling.

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