As I headed ho after being holed up in the library, I recalled the events of the day.
The expression on Liz Cather’s face as she fought for her love was stuck in my head. I could not get the details out of my head at all.
Her values were entirely different from mine, and I was unable to understand them. I was so angry after listening to her, but I also felt sorry for her when it ca to Duke.
Maybe Liz Cather’s need for approval was satisfied by having many people around her who she believed could understand her. And she probably wanted to feel like she was right.
It must be pretty painful to be so unappreciated by soone you love, and I could never forgive Liz Cather because Alicia had almost died because of her, but I did feel like I understood her a little better.
For the first ti, I thought Liz Cather was human.
“So it’s up to Duke whether he can use her or not.”
I gently closed the book I was holding.
At the sa ti I noticed soone co into the room.
“Arnold, quickly, just tell what you need to do.”
… was that Gayle’s father?
I turned to look in the direction of the voice. A grim-looking man with gray hair and glasses appeared. It was definitely Johan, Gayle’s father.
“Hold on a second. I want you to take a look at this.”
With these words, Arnold looked around the bookshelf for a few monts and picked up one book.
It was an old book with gold embroidered designs. I had not read that book yet.
Arnold blew on the book and dust on it fluttered.
Johan looked at him suspiciously and asked, “What is that book?” as he stared at it.
I, too, stared hard at the book, with my eyes straining to see what I was.
“I just rembered what Albert had once told after all this ti.”
“So, what is it about?”
“The night before Alicia changed, a black rose blood.”
“A black rose?”
“You’ve heard of it, too. It’s the flower that is said to bloom the mont a person who holds the fate of a country in his or her hands is born.”
“Ah. You know, the one where a rose of a special color blooms. As I recall, when the saint was born, a shining golden rose blood.”
“She was a commoner, so it was a little tricky to find, though. I was so focused on the saint that I forgot all about it.”
Arnold’s words made Johan’s expression even grimr.
If he pondered any further, his face would wrinkle up.
…Still, having two people who hold the fate of a country in their hands was outrageous news.
I wonder if it would be safe for to listen to super-secret information from the governnt. I wouldn’t be erased, would I?
“Besides, you rember? There was a beautiful blue rose on the day the prince was born.”
Oh, now it’s changed to three.
Johan’s words made my head spin.
I rember that the blue rose ant miracle. The black rose ant eternity. And a golden rose ans jealousy.
Well, that was just in the language of flowers….
Then again, it was Duke who held the fate of this country in his hands the most, wasn’t it?
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