Chapter 18

“My lady, you say you’re not feeling well. What are you doing? You should be comfortable in your bedroom. I prepared a hot water bag, but I was surprised how empty the bed was. No, miss. Why are you crying again?”

“Come on!”

Facing Lariesa’s worried face, I burst into tears. “If you’re so sick that you’re crying, shall we call the doctor again?”

“Oh, no. You don’t have to. I won’t cry I will stop crying.”

“It really upsets me that you’ve been crying like this all day with such a pretty face…… My dear, what kind of scary dream did you have last night……”

I didn’t answer and hugged Larissa. I wanted to lay down and cry again. Nanny, I won’t let you die so vain this time. I will definitely protect you. Thus she hugged her tight like this.

During that time, I was very scared and lonely but I couldn’t get any sound out of my mouth. Tell Larriesa everything I’ve been through If you tell me… even if you don’t believe that it’s just a dream story, that it actually happened… if you believe in even the slightest possibility of such cruel things happening….. She’ll probably be more heartbroken than me, grabbing a kindling from the stove right away and heading to the Duke of Montiac. No matter how stable and prosperous the peaceful Count Deltieri family is, before being driven into treachery, Monti, the founding contributor family, the Duke of Evil was far superior in terms of title and influence.

However, it was unbelievable that a maid or something like that would invade. But if it’s Larriesa, whatever the source of my nightmares may be, I won’t be able to sit still listening to the stories I tell them. Ah, to return to the days when I was loved without fail by those who were willing to give their lives for me. This was heaven for me. I want to stay for a long time. But could it be? And the times that will soon come.

If so, for me… I’m sure there will be more piercing beings than Lariesa, who loves me so much and takes care of me warmly… Delphinia… and Delphine… If I just close my eyes, Delphine, who I could finally see properly after death, comes to mind, the last image of that poor child… My poor daughter, whom I believed to have acted as a mother… but who ended up in a worse situation than I did.

Delphinia comes to mind… So, it was to the point where I wanted to weep while spouting tears like a fountain. But when I thought of the times more brutal than the deaths they went through, I thought that all I could do for them was to prevent all of that from happening. I decided to become a nun and live my whole life praying that the angels would please the souls of those children, that they would be born into a safer family, so that they would live in love and protection.