EIITAB - Chapter 125 < Warmth Premating Through the Right Weight >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
Unable to erase the worry in his eyes, he reached out and pulled up her hair and tucked it behind her ear.
Hestia stiffened her body without realizing it as his skin occasionally brushed against her. She couldn't shake off the nervousness that was rising for no reason. She asked, curling her lips. For some reason, her mind kept agitated. Wanting to escape this sensation, she turned her gaze away from Aslan.
"As... lan."
"Huh."
She exhaled lightly, her breath mixed with heat, and she answered with a sound that resonated with Aslan.
"We need to prepare for heavy snow and blizzards right away."
Aslan seemed to have found it difficult for him to understand what she said at once, so he asked back a beat late.
"What does that mean all of a sudden?"
The atmosphere, which had been soft for a moment, suddenly changed. Hestia could not raise her head, so she opened her mouth with difficulty while still keeping her gaze down.
"The second winter wave will come soon."
She heard a gasp from Aslan. She felt like the sound was especially louder because the distance between him and her was closer than usual. Hestia knew how heavy the word she carried. Because it was a word that only brought her helplessness and hurt, just as it did for him.
So she couldn't bear to say anything else and could only keep her trembling lips biting. After a while, Aslan slowly muttered under her breath.
"...Second Winter wave."
He seemed to be quite embarrassed by hearing something unexpected, and he was even holding his breath. He seemed to have no idea what to say or how to say it.
Aslan looked at Hestia for a moment with his distraught eyes and then touched his forehead.
"I guess I'll have to ask Dr. Vito to come back in."
Hestia raised her head in surprise. She hurriedly grabbed Aslan's arm as he tried to get up from his seat and stopped him.
"No! no. There is no need to call Dr. Vito. My condition is completely normal?"
She admitted that she was too impatient, as her mind was filled with thoughts of having to tell Aslan as soon as possible. Realizing that her explanation had been woefully inadequate, she opened her lips again.
"I know you don't believe in God. But I met El Rafa while I was unconscious."
"You met God?"
"So that's... It's closer to an abstract meaning. We haven't met physically."
"Keep talking."
Hestia took a short, deep breath. She didn't know why she kept having such thoughts, but she had a feeling that Aslan wouldn't believe her. So, even though her mind thought that she should calmly organize her words and tell him, her lips started spewing out her words on their own. "
God said that the monster wave would soon come to the Duchy of Kalathi again."
Hestia glanced sideways at Aslan frowning at her and continued her words in a slightly lower voice.
"It will be harsher than in the past. Maybe no one will survive."
She closed her eyes tightly. Then, in the space of her unconsciousness, the sight of hi. that she had seen clearly came to mind again. Huge snow. The demonic beasts were rushing towards Duke Kalathi Castle like crazy. Dark red blood spread across the white snow and people falling on it.
She crouched down, hugged her body, and trembled slightly, as if something had struck her right in front of her. The pressure and fear made her suffocate again.
Aslan was taken aback by her appearance.
"Hestia, calm down first."
He lightly squeezed both of Hestia's shoulders. But Hestia hardly ever shut her mouth.
"Aslan, we must prepare."
She spoke forcefully again and squeezed Aslan's sleeve. She put so much pressure on his fingers that they were turning white at the tips as her blood was not flowing through them.
Bright yellow eyes silently took in Hestia's appearance. He chewed the flesh in his mouth and then patted the back of her hand soothingly.
"First, calm down. You just opened your eyes. You can't get upset like this."
Hestia paused. She had never expected Aslan to react like this. Climate was a very important issue in the barren duchy of Kalathi. Especially if it's snow.
Even though she had just mentioned that the crisis was going to be worse than what he had seen six years ago, Aslan's response was lukewarm. So Hestia thought that Aslan was probably not listening to her.
She bit down, curling her lips with strength.
'But..... Ever since she became a Saintess, she has not received any oracles, but she suddenly says she has met God, so who will believe her?'
But it's true. In fact, Aslan didn't say anything to her. However, it was like Hestia's long-standing complex. Therefore, it was an inevitable reaction for her to get lost in negative thoughts based on her own guess.
She said in a voice that made Hestia crawl away, intertwining her fingers. She felt that doing so would add credibility to her words.
".... It's real. Really... We talked."
But it's really strange. It was difficult to look at Aslan's face properly. So that was when her gaze fell again. His light sigh shook Hestia's hair and settled lightly on the top of her head.
"I believe you."
His next words were not what Hestia had imagined. His tone did not sound like someone trying to appease a childish child, and it certainly did not sound like someone trying to ignore the situation and not take it seriously.
Warmth permeates through the right weight. It was not difficult to see that his trust in Hestia was young. And, as if Hestia's interpretation was not wrong, Aslan opened his mouth.
"I have no doubt about it. That's what I say."
"Me......Do you believe me? Really?"
Hestia asked in a cautious voice, but her impatience was evident. She looked a little embarrassed. She held both hands together and held them in front of her heart, as if she wanted to somehow calm her uncontrollably beating heart.
Looking into her violet eyes, which were shaking with anxiety, Aslan bit down hard on his lower lip before he released it.
"Yeah, really. I didn't hear that in vain."
Aslan stretched out his hand and cupped one side of her face. Gently caressing her cheek with his thumb, he applied a little more force, causing Hestia to raise her head and look at him.
"But more than that, there's something I want to check first. So just calm down for a moment."
The purple eyes looked up with a small tremor.
"First of all...... Are you going to check?"
"Yes. Your body condition. It's really good, right?"
"... Yes?"
Aslan was touching her with his hands as if he were touching a still fragile glass or filigree. At the same time, he constantly examined Hestia's face and her condition with his eyes. If even the slightest abnormality was discovered, he seemed to open the door immediately and summon a doctor.
"I know very well that Dr. Vito is a talented doctor, but...... To believe that......."
Suddenly he swallowed his words. His breathing became a little rough as if he was feeling emotional.
"Aslan?"
Hestia looked at Aslan with worried eyes. He didn't want to worry her in the slightest, so he forced the corners of his mouth up. However, the corners of his lips, which had moved slightly as if to express his heavy heart, lowered again.
" Hestia."
He couldn't keep his mouth shut like this. Because that would be deceiving Hestia again. So Aslan spoke to her in a slightly hoarse voice.
"You just woke up after a full week. The last time you drank tea...... It had poison in it."
Aslan carefully brought up the story about 'poison' in his mouth. He revealed Dulcinea's atrocities with his own words, and for that, he had to ask Hestia for forgiveness.
If he had not been involved, Dulcinea would not have harbored any ill feelings toward Hestia. If he hadn't been so soft on Dulcinea, whom he regarded as his younger sister, out of respect for the deceased Count Penlot, Hestia would have been able to punish her more sternly as her subordinate.
Aslan realized that all of this had happened because of him, and he wanted to sincerely apologize. However, the reaction that came back from Hestia was quite unexpected. Because she was nodding her head with an expression that seemed so carefree.
"Ah....... I know that."
Aslan looked at her a little blankly.
"You knew?"
"Yes. The tea that Miss Penlot gave me contained something called silphium?"
There was a surprised look in Aslan's eyes.
"How on earth did you know that? Did you drink it knowingly?"
Hestia shook her head.
"That's not it. I was told by El Rafa. So Aslan, don't blame yourself or worry too much about this. They said it was something I had to take in order to meet him."
"He said you had to take it?"
At her words, Aslan's thick, straight eyebrows rose, but then his tips bent.
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