EIITAB - Chapter 78 < A Temperature That Will Never Reach Me >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
Lady Philippa could not speak properly until the end, and Hestia could only drool. She held her trembling hands together.
She placed her forehead in her clasped hands and recited her prayer in a very quiet voice. It's late, but she doesn't even know their faces.
Still, Hestia wanted to mourn, even if it was belated. When Hestia had finished her short prayer, Madame Philippa spoke again, as if she had been waiting, for the rest of her story.
"Lady Dulcinea has been living in Kalathi Castle since then. She was not a Saintess and there were no other relatives who could take care of her."
Hestia nodded her head. That was natural. She doesn't know the details, but from what she heard, it seemed like Count Penlot and his wife were loyal to Kalathi. As the Lord's family, they naturally had an obligation to take responsibility for the remaining family members.
"It is true that since they both suffered from the scars from the Great Patriotic War, their relationship has become a little closer since then."
Hestia took a deep breath without realizing it. Honestly, what she was most curious about was the 'promise' with him that Dulcinea had mentioned on the first day.
However, Madame Philippa did not tell the story as if she did not know its contents. Maybe she knows but she doesn't want to say it. Lady Philippa is currently trying to explain the relationship between Aslan and Dulcinea as briefly and dryly as possible.
'For her part, she wants to convey only her facts to the best of her ability.'
Hestia was disappointed, but on the other hand, she understood. Madame Philippa, who had been speaking cautiously the whole time, opened her lips again.
"And she said that my master introduced Lady Dulcinea to you..."
It seems that she was hoping that Lady Dulcinea would be a good companion to her Master.
"Because you two are the same age."
Although they are of the same age, and although they may not of the same rank, Dulcinea is also of did be noble birth. Lady Philippa seemed to have decided that there was no one better suited to take care of Hestia by her side, so she did her best to support Aslan's actions.
'No, would be more appropriate to say packaging.'
Hestia swallowed her bitterness and raised the corners of her mouth.
"Lady Philippa, you really... Do you think so?"
Hestia hesitated for a moment and asked in a weak voice. Madam Philippa was a little embarrassed because it was a question that made her feel deeply. When she posted her report, not many owners asked her what her employees thought. No, it was safe to say that he was barely there.
Because of this, Lady Philippa only pursed her lips and for a while, she made no reply. She doesn't know Aslan's inner thoughts. But Dulcinea's mind was read very well, and she knew.
However, the affection she had built up over the many years she had been with Dulnesia stopped Lady Philippa from speaking. The longer Lady Philippa failed to give the answer, the more bitter the smile on Hestia's lips became. By the end, her expression had contorted into an almost crying expression.
Only after seeing her face did Madame Philippa, who belatedly caught her senses, forcefully open her lips, deciding that she should not take any more time.
"Ma'am, the two..."
"Stop."
Hestia raised her slender arm and interrupted Lady Philippa. What she heard now had no meaning. All she can do is stab her in the side and receive her. It was partly. out of impulse that she dared ask her question, even though she knew it would get her into trouble.
'I hoped she would immediately deny it.'
But Lady Philippa couldn't do that, and Hestia's heart was already broken. Hestia tilted her head slightly to the side and took a deep breath to soothe her dizzy stomach.
'No matter what comes out of that mouth, can I truly accept it and believe it?'
Her answer was 'no'. She knows deep down that it's not Lady Philippa's fault. Nevertheless, she stopped herself from speaking because she felt like she could never bear the misery that would follow her like a rising tide.
Hestia took in a deep, trembling breath.
'I don't want to be swept away by emotions anymore.'
It's already enough now. She still clearly remembered the look in Aslan's eyes when he looked at Dulcinea. How warm she was.
'A temperature I will never reach.'
She was curious. How would Ilshr feel if Aslan's eyes turned towards her?
So she was miserable. Knowing that she will never, ever reach that.
This is the man who is all over my head.!
Once she thinks of that name, it turns her into a mess. For Hestia, just remembering Aslan was too much for her to protect herself properly.
A fake smile that seemed to have been painstakingly painted on her lips.
"Lady Philippa, that's enough to explain. It looks like I put you in trouble by asking you something pointless. "I'm sorry."
While listening to her story, Lady Philippa's complexion suddenly became pale, and the look on her face as she looked at her was also full of worry.
"I am..."
Her throat was so tight that her words could not come out. Her airway hurt as she forced herself to clear her throat and steadied her voice.
Hestia, who had finally regained her composure, began to cry in her low voice.
"I don't misunderstand that person's actions and intentions."
After saying that much, Hestia pursed her lips for a moment. It was to straighten her tangled breathing. Contrary to her fears, her voice did not waver, and she felt very fortunate. But her mouth kept getting dry. As if someone was taking all the moisture out of her.
Although wasn't even noon yet, Hestia opened her mouth again, embracing her tiredness as if were sunset.
"I understood correctly. There is a long history between Miss Penlot and that man, and their relationship is also very special."
Why do her throat and chest feel so tingly? By fooling herself? Or Is it because she said something she didn't mean to say?
Whatever the reason, one thing was certain. At this moment, she is not being honest. Faced with that fact, Hestia felt the corners of her eyes heat up.
"I can't cry."
Huh. Hestia cleared her throat loudly. Lady Philippa looked at this with her pitiful eyes.
Looking at Hestia's face, which was trying to pretend to be bright but unable to hide her deep dejection, she was reminded that she had made a big mistake.
'I say this to ease her worries, but I ended up causing her worry.'
But she didn't dare to comfort Hestia. Because she had read that Hestia didn't want that. She would rather be given time alone to catch up. Lady Philippa nodded her head to Hestia's words with a sorry heart.
"I'm glad you said you didn't misunderstand."
But she still wasn't at ease, and Madame Philippa hesitated, wanting to say something more. Hestia took a deep breath and tried to make her bright voice sound.
"This is his land. He can do whatever he wants and whatever he wants to do. My will and thoughts should not be involved in that."
It was something she said to remind herself of her own situation. Then again all her nerves turned to one man. Aslan...
'What am I doing now?'
She later found out that he had vacated the castle. She was surprised by the news, but she also felt a little resentment.
'I'll give you a hint.'
At first, Hestia thought Aslan was very busy as he was away for a long time in the capital. So, after he gave her the Duchess's room, she thought Aslan never visited it. Hestia wondered if he might come to visit at night, but the side door connected to his room never opened.
Hestia was feeling sad alone, but he climbed the snowy mountain without saying a word. She couldn't understand why they went into a dangerous place even though they said it wasn't a time when the demonic beasts were at their peak.
'What on earth are you thinking?'
No matter how much Hestia thinks about it, she's not sure.
'Will there ever come a day when I know everything about that man's inner thoughts before I die?'
Hestia thought about that without thinking, but then realized it was nonsense and burst out laughing.
She wanted to help Aslan, but she was thinking about doing something he would least want to do!
Hestia felt a little foolish.
"Anyway, thank you for telling me something difficult. Let's leave that story at this point."
Hestia turned her head tactfully, intent on ending the conversation with Lady Philippa.
"Ah. And I have one request..."
Madame Philippa straightened her posture quickly and nodded her head with a stern expression. It was a sign that she was listening properly.
"Oh, yes. Speak at ease, Ma'am."
"I wish I could turn off the fireplace at night."
Lady Philippa blinked her eyelids at Hestia's words, but soon began to look at the fireplace and Hestia alternately with serious eyes.
"But you will be cold."
Lady Philippa spoke her words very cautiously as if asking Hestia to reconsider her order, but Hestia was firm.
"It's inevitable that it's cold. This is Kalathi, and the season is winter. But doesn't everyone have to share firewood? I think I spend too much."
Hestia always felt uncomfortable about lighting a fire so that the room was warm, so she really wanted to talk about it at least once.
"I know how cold and difficult the situation is outside my room, even if I can't see it with my own eyes."
Hestia continued her words seriously.
"I can't take care of their lives one by one, but at least I shouldn't harm them."
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