Cursed Love - Chapter 11
Chapter 11
She gently wipes away my tears. Even the towel has a faint scent of flowers. After calming down little by little and looking around, the room that comes into view is the mansion of the Del Thieri family, the house where I was born and raised. It is the same as my most beautifully decorated bedroom there.
“The Lady’s favorite brioche was baked really delicious today. I also added plenty of raspberry jam and clotted cream. Now, ah, try it.”
It wipes away the tears and shines dazzlingly. This is a silver tray with a plate full of brioche, painted with a delicate porcelain painting of my favorite delphinium flowers. Rich in jam and cream. Looking at them, tears welled up in my eyes again. Lariesa quickly removes a piece of soft brioche into my gaping mouth so that I don’t keep shedding tears. The combination of sweet jam as a result of this perfect pastry that continues to penetrate the nasal passages with a rich butter flavor and melts on the tongue.
I can feel the taste of heaven in your mouth, my whole heart throbs. I remembered the incident that Delphine had told me not long before her death while picking up a piece of bread that had been crumbled on the sidewalk, and I choked on it and my face froze. Closest Bay to Elmanyev Bridge Resist the smell of bread from Curry Le Blanche A beggar boy freshly baked The day I stole a loaf of gin bread. After all, the skinny boy was chased and caught, and the handsome bakery owner pushed the dough.
It is said that he mercilessly swung a weapon and crushed a bone in the child’s arm. That slender crumpled crumpled scream body. Bread that fell to the floor and got dirty. The smell finally permeated Delphine’s lungs as she watched everything in great fear. The owner, still angry after breaking the poor child’s arm, dragged the beggar boy over to the shopping street like a vigilante.
And he threw it away. Only then did Delphine say that she mustered up all her courage to pick up the fallen bread and ran without looking back. I can vividly remember the moment when I was nervous while listening to the story. Ah, Delphine, where is Delphine? Right now in front of me are only Elonzo and Nanny La Riesa. Everything I feel here is just the same as it was a long time ago, my house, my room, and the meals my nanny prepared.
“Oh, Lady Irenia. Shall we? If you shed a tear! Are you still haunted by memories from dreams? Yes you can’t keep shedding tears like this,”
“If only!”
Larriesa wipes my tears drop by drop with her quick movements. “Come on, eat it. You must hurry to get ready to go to Pietra’s feast!”
Pietra’s feast day? oh my god. It’s Pietra’s Day. That… that’s why, by order of His Majesty the Emperor.
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