EIITAB - Chapter 92 I Came To Picked It Up
Do Your Best And Regret
Hestia wasn't that surprised anymore. He is also the only person who can enter this room so recklessly.
She slowly turned towards the door, as if she was in no hurry. As expected, the man came in. There was only one more person, but the room felt full, perhaps because of Aslan's unique presence.
"Hestia."
Aslan called her name in a somewhat hesitant manner.
"What happens? Aren't you busy?"
At that time, Aslan's steps stopped. The two people stood facing each other at an ambiguous distance that was neither far nor close. Hestia answered in an effeminate tone and looked at him with serene eyes as she always did.
'Is something strange today?'
He did the same when they ate together in the morning. Aslan was restless without knowing why, and kept looking at his watch. Even out of the corner of her eye, she could tell that his mind was elsewhere.
Hestia, who was eating the omelet by cutting it little by little, stopped cutting and looked at Aslan.
"I think there is urgent business, so let's go."
".... It's okay. There is no such thing."
He pretended not to notice and tried to distract her, but he soon crossed his arms again and checked the time.
There was something he had to take care of urgently, but he thought that it was because of her that he couldn't leave.
"They also said that a party carrying grain from the southern Great Plains would arrive soon."
Hestia, who thought it might be a problem related to that, forced her food into her mouth faster than usual out of consideration for Aslan. So now, her stomach felt much more bloated than at other times.
'He left as soon as I put down the dishes.'
She thought it would be harder to see his face today, but she never thought he'd come back like this. But Aslan called her first and said nothing.
'What happened?'
Hestia tilted her head to one side at his strangeness. Her silver hair fluttered lightly and sparkled in the sunlight.
"Aslan?"
She said his name once more. Then, Aslan's neck moved greatly, and his gaze, which had been fixed on Hestia, slowly fell down. Hestia's eyes also followed the movement.
'What is that?'
Belatedly, I saw something in his hand.
'It's white and fluffy?'
Hestia's eyes narrowed. She couldn't figure out its identity at all. Since it was unpacked, Hestia assumed that Aslan had simply brought his belongings, so she thought so and did not pay much attention to it.
Aslan, who was fiddling with the 'unidentifiable thing' with both hands for a moment, soon narrowed the remaining distance with a look of great determination. Then he thrust forward what he was holding.
"Here...."
Hestia did not respond to the strange action that was thrown in front of her but watched for a moment. Then Aslan held it out once more and said somewhat bluntly.
"What are you doing? You're not accepting it? Take it."
The tone of voice is as if he came and picked it up. Hestia noticed that he was embarrassed now. When Aslan felt awkward or embarrassed, he tended to grumble in this way. She suddenly took the items and asked at the same time.
"What's this?"
Her fingers sank into the white fur and disappeared for a moment. The feel of it was so good that she immediately began to sink without even realizing it. It was addictive.
Aslan cleared his throat a couple of times as if he was embarrassed, then slightly turned his head and answered indifferently.
"It's your coat."
"My... Mybcoat?"
Hestia looked at him in surprise and then lowered her gaze. She carefully straightened out what she thought was a tuft of her fur.
"...."
"Do you like it?"
"Very much."
Hestia answered as if fascinated. It was a really beautiful coat. Even the color of the fine, soft fur was dazzling. It was the color of clear sunlight hitting a clean, pure white snow field that no one had stepped on.
Hestia muttered to herself as she carefully brushed the fur with only her fingertips as if it was a waste to even touch it.
"Is it really okay for me to accept something like this?"
"It's made to fit your body type. If you don't wear it, you have to throw it away."
At Aslan's words, Hestia quickly brought the coat to her chest and hugged it tightly, fearing that he might take it back to throw it away. Aslan's mouth relaxed at that sight.
A feeling of satisfaction filled her as if she had never been anxious. Hestia raised her gaze and asked with a surprised expression.
"For me... You said it was made on purpose?"
She had no imagination whatsoever. She thought he had the servants look for useful clothes among the previous Duchesses' clothes. So she thought he took very good care of her clothes.
But it was made on purpose!
This already beautiful coat felt even more special and she felt like she had already become attached to it.
"How does the seamstress know my size..."
Hestia didn't even measure the measurements, but the workmanship is really good. If possible, she would like to call them separately and express her praise and gratitude. At that time,
"Is your maid a little unusual?"
Aslan suddenly spoke. Only then did Hestia realize that her maid Angela also helped in making this coat. It seems that she kept it a secret from herself and cooperated with Aslan.
"Anyway, so is that kid."
Hestia smiled quietly. Aslan glanced at that face and asked with an impatient look for some reason.
"Why don't you try it on? I heard you like it."
"Ah...."
Hestia let out a short sound, and then she nodded her head solemnly.
"I should try it on."
She went straight to the mirror and stood with her white fur coat. Aslan followed quietly behind her. Hestia slowly threaded her arm. Her length was just enough to cover her thighs. It felt like she was covered in huge snowflakes.
'Light and warm. '
Hestia liked this outfit even more. She turned her back to the mirror and looked at Aslan with an excited face.
"How is it? Does it suit me?"
"..."
Aslan's jaw tightened. He thought that white would look better than any other fur, so he deliberately only caught white raccoons. But when he saw that she looked much better than he expected, he was speechless.
"I don't think it would have been easy to find such fine fur. Aslan, thank you so much."
Hestia seemed to like it and kept stroking the white fur. Without even having to ask, she could well have guessed that Aslan had saved this skin for herself. He was here because he had decided to give it himself.
'Because Angela can't hunt, Aslan must have gotten her fur.'
Huh.
Aslan gently covered his mouth with his fisted hand. He continued speaking as if it was no big deal.
"I just saved it while I was out hunting. I just happened to notice those guys."
But Hestia knew that it was humility. This coat is full of white fur, with no other colors mixed in. It was said that he had picked it on purpose.
Aslan is a kind person.
'He's been so nice to me.'
Hestia expressed her gratitude again. No matter how much she talked, it wasn't enough to convey all of her feelings.
"...Thank you. I'll use it well."
Aslan nodded his head almost out of sight. Hestia said she didn't want to take off this coat yet, so she decided to show off her courage a little.
"Then, while we're talking, can I come for a walk?"
Aslan, who found it funny that he was worrying her, nodded his head calmly.
"Okay. Let's go."
He held out his hand to her as if to escort her. However, Hestia did not correct it, but looked at it for a moment and then asked.
"Shall we go together?"
Aslan looked back at her with his frowning eyes. He looked like he was asking such questions.
"No... I thought you were busy..."
Hestia stuttered out her excuse. She also said this intending to decline because she felt sorry if she was taking up his time. However, Aslan did not move as Hestia expected. He first grabbed Hestia's hand, who rarely held his.
"I'm not busy. I was planning on going for a walk anyway."
Anyone who hears it is a hastily made excuse. However, Hestia only blushed and did not bother to ask. She also wanted to take a walk with him.
He gently pulled on her hand, and she was dragged away.
Thump thump..
Her heart started pounding rapidly.
***
The moment Hestia appears in the garden. All of her servants at Kalathi Castle stopped what they were doing and watched her with bated breath.
They already knew what kind of person Hestia was. When they were defeated, she was a Saintess who gave an oracle that put Kalathi in a corner. That's why they didn't feel good about their old feelings.
Hestia greeted the people she encountered with a slightly excited face but in a slightly awkward manner.
"Nice to meet you. Please take care of me in the future."
"..."
But as expected, the greeting was not returned.
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