EIITAB - Chapter 101 < The Thief Who Stole Mine >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
Dulcinea lowered her gaze.
She could see light seeping through the narrow gap at the bottom of the door. Only then did Dulcinea quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
'You're in your room. It's not like you're in bed yet.'
She felt fortunate.
'Okay. This is heavenly luck.'
There was no way to obtain silphium in the Duchy of Kalathi, so it was a difficult situation.
But at a time like this, people from the capital are bringing medicine!
Somehow, she felt like things were going to work out well.
Dr. Vito said that silphium is a rare herb that is difficult to find even in the capital, so maybe the King did not send it to Kalathi.
But wouldn't it be possible to find herbs with similar efficacy?
'I couldn't ask more of Mr. Vito, but people from the capital are different.'
Of course, if she asks directly, she will be noticed, so she has to go through a bridge.
And now, if the 'person' she was going to ask for a favor would be nice to her, she would be able to keep the fact that she had obtained the herb a secret forever.
'I'm glad there's a familiar face there.'
Thinking of the person who was her only connection among the people from the capital, Dulcinea rekindled her fading hope.
She looked around her carefully, her expression set.
Other than the occasional sound of the bitter wind blowing outside her, shaking the window to let her in, she felt no sign of human presence at all.
'I have to hurry and get inside before someone sees me.'
Dulcinea gulped her dry saliva as she looked to her left and right in the dark hallway one more time, shrugging her shoulders.
But unlike her urging head, her body was stiff and hardly moved.
If she goes back now, she can do it like it never was. Has her last bit of reason come into play, or is her conscience prickling?
Her hesitation, unable to determine the cause, slowed down her Dulcinea actions.
But her darkness hid her trembling fingertips, and she finally grasped the handle.
As if her resolve had strengthened at that moment, she opened the door without knocking.
"Long time no see. How have you been doing?"
Dulcinea, who already knew whose room it was, immediately put the greeting on her lips.
The owner of the room, who was looking at the dark snowy mountains beyond the window frame, frowned at the sudden intrusion.
From the moment she heard her voice, she knew who it was.
The owner of the room did not look back immediately.
Instead, she saw the face of a visitor with reddish-brown hair reflected in the dark window, and she smiled coldly.
She furrowed her brows as if she was a little displeased.
The owner of the room then slowly turned around.
“Dulcinea.”
Instead of returning her greeting, she gave her little remark.
"What if you come to me like this?"
"Well, that's what I'm going to say."
Dulcinea first received her criticism, and a puff of air filled Dulcinea's cheeks as she thought she would be happy, but when offended.
But it was only for a moment.
She was the one who came to express her regrets, so she couldn't continue to sulk. Although most people didn't know this, Dulcinea had a pampering personality.
And this person in front of her was someone who would not blink an eye even if Dulcinea lay on the floor and screamed at her whale unless she felt like it.
Unlike the occupants of Kalathi Castle, she never went soft on Dulcinea.
Therefore, it was beneficial in many ways to just let the matter go rather than engage in a needless fight.
Dulcinea should finish the story quickly and go back to her room.
Even if she got here undetected, there was no guarantee that the way back would be the same.
After calculating this and that, Dulcinea finally decided that it would be better for her to bow down and enter, so she quietly said her name.
"Anette."
Then the red-haired Saint's blue eyes were as round as the crescent moon.
Dulcinea looked into Anette's eyes and tightened her pursed lips.
"You look like a monster! What did my father do to you! How dare you steal those eyes?"
Dulcinea remembered a long time ago when the blue eyes of her dead father lost their color and turned transparent the moment Anette touched them.
She clearly remembers that at that moment, Anette's eyes turned blue like her father's and hers.
Dulcinea pursed her lips and swallowed her sorrow.
Unlike her father's, who smiled at her, Anette's cold eyes were uncomfortable, so she had to avoid eye contact.
'Forget it. It's all in the past.'
Dulcinea, trying to control the noise, continued speaking with an awkward stutter.
"No, I'm surprised. You appeared suddenly. What happened to Kalatien?"
"Why? Did you hope I wouldn't come back?"
"Oh, no. I don't mean that....."
Dulcinea, who had raised her voice to deny it, hastily lowered her voice for fear that her voice might be heard.
"I just... I just wanted to say that I was surprised. You did that when you left. You say you will never return to this land again. And very firmly. Don't you remember?"
"Yes, I did."
Anette muttered with a faint smile on her face as if it had happened a long time ago.
After those words, an awkward silence lingered between the two for a moment.
It seemed like the conversation would never go on if they just waited like this, so Dulcinea took the initiative. It was a very cautious attitude.
"By the way, Anette."
"Huh?"
As blue eyes of the same color as hers stared at her, Dulcinea asked what she was curious about.
"Are you a Saint? How on earth did this? What happens?"
"Heh! You must have been very surprised."
"of course. Even when you left......."
Dulcinea could not finish her words.
Anette's red lips drew a line, and that smile instilled an unspoken pressure in her as if telling her not to ask anything more, and Dulcinea automatically closed her lips.
When Dulcinea stopped talking, Anette turned her head noticeably.
"It would have been nice if you had told me in advance, but as you know, it is difficult to exchange news through Kalathi. Wouldn't that be impossible even for Duke Kalathi, whom you love so much?"
Anette burst out laughing.
At the suddenly summoned name of Aslan, a dark shadow fell on Dulcinea's face.
She wondered why she had come all the way to this room because she remembered the purpose she had briefly forgotten and became depressed.
Dulcinea mumbled, lowering her gaze slightly.
"It's just a greeting, do you really have to respond so sharply?"
"Oh, was that a greeting? I'm sorry, I thought you were just blaming me again, right?"
Dulcinea pursed her lips and made a whining sound as if she were complaining.
"Why has your personality become so bad?"
Dulcinea's voice was watery as if she was about to burst into tears.
"Hmm."
Anette noticed that and let out a snort-like sound for a moment before adding quietly.
"I don't think it was ever particularly good either... I apologize if I offended you."
Her words didn't feel genuine at all, but she knew that this was her best, so she didn't ask Dulcinea any further questions or ask her to apologize again.
Then, after Anette met Dulcinea, she asked her question for the first time.
"But what happened to my room?"
She was looking intently at Dulcinea.
Her voice was quiet, completely different from the light, joking tone she used up until now.
"You promised on the day of Count Penlot's funeral. Let's pretend we don't know each other. If I remember correctly, you must have asked first."
There was a criticism buried in those words, wondering if he really didn't remember.
"I know. I know....... I came because the situation is urgent."
Even though Dulcinea didn't, her head ached as she wondered how to get her words out.
But she felt like things got a lot easier when Anette spoke up first.
She swallowed dry saliva again and again and opened her mouth.
"Anette, I have a favor to ask you."
It was a desperate voice as if she was pleading
"Ask? What?"
Anette winked arrogantly as if asking her to say something.
"When the doctors came this time, they also brought medicine, right?"
When Anette nodded her head in agreement, Dulcinea was unable to hide her impatience and got straight to the point.
"Then can you find out if there is an herb called silphium among the things you brought?"
"Silphium?"
"Huh. There are many benefits..... I plan to use it as a contraceptive."
Anette's blue eyes opened wide.
"Are you sure you want to use it against Hestia?"
Dulcinea's lips were tightly closed like a clam.
Dulcinea, who made no sound for a while and hesitated to answer, rolled her eyes and nodded her head with difficulty
"Ha!"
Anette's red lips parted and a laugh burst out.
This child is truly immature, both past and present.
"Dulcinea, she is a Saint."
It's a voice that gently advises her. It seemed like a warning not to think nonsense. In reality, it was an attempt to inflame Dulcinea's anger even further.
Just as Anette had expected, Dulcinea spat out the words as if chewing on them with her eyes focused.
"I know. But I'm not saying I'm going to kill her, are I?"
Dulcinea seemed to be getting more and more emotional as she let out her anger without hesitation.
"I'm just trying to prevent Aslan's child from being born in that womb!"
They might have a child together!
'It's horrible just thinking about it.'
Before they knew it, Dulcinea's blue eyes were filled with moisture.
She was fed up with her.
As a result, the transparent tears in her eyes flowed down her cheeks.
But Dulcinea did not wipe it away.
"Aslan is a liar!"
As she opened her eyes, she repeatedly raised her voice towards Anette.
"He definitely promised me when my parents died."
She knew, in fact, that she had nothing to save for Anette.
"On behalf of my parents, he will protect me for the rest of his life! But how can I bring him back?!"
Dulcinea wanted to tell all of this directly to Hestia, not Anette.
'Aslan and I have this bond, and there is no room for Hestia to interfere, so don't you dare cross my man!'
Dulcinea just wanted to snap at Hestia for so easily taking the position she had longed for for so long.
'You are the thief who stole what was mine!'
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