Chapter 87: My Very Own lantha
After explaining everything that needed to be explained, Bond left.
Only l and Charlotte were left standing in the lobby of The Golden Stag Hotel, looking at each other.
“You....”
l stared blankly at Charlotte, seemingly still finding it hard to believe in the reality of the white-haired girl before her.
“Are you really...”
Hearing this, Charlotte smiled sweetly, looking much more full of life than in the dream.
She gently took l's hand and placed it on her own chest.
l was stunned, and then stunned again.
No heartbeat.
“This....”
She looked at Charlotte in astonishnt, her eyes filled with disbelief.
“Why... is there none?”
“Have you forgotten, lantha?”
Charlotte smiled, speaking softly.
“Because I am already dead. It was you who proved my existence with death.”
“But how did you appear... in reality?”
l was puzzled.
“I don't know either....”
Charlotte shook her head gently.
“After your knife completely pierced my heart, I was indeed dead.
Just like the countless cycles before, but also different.
This ti, my consciousness did not dissipate.”
Charlotte sat on the sofa, looking down at her hands.
“In a daze, I seed to have arrived at a place where I t soone. A person with.... golden hair and blue eyes.”
Hearing this, l's pupils contracted abruptly.
“Her na.... is it....”
“She said her na is Veronica.”
Charlotte t l's gaze.
“She also told that you are not actually called lantha—your na is l Rossetti.”
“Where did you see her?”
l hurriedly asked, but Charlotte shook her head.
“I don't know either.... but I talked with her a lot, and she told many things about you.... then, she said it was ti for to wake up. So, I opened my eyes. When I woke up, I found myself lying in a room in the manor, and everything around was so real. After I woke up, I went to find father... no, I went to find Count Charles Michel. He was also very surprised to see , and then he asked if I wanted to stay and inherit the identity of the Michel family. I refused.”
Charlotte said softly.
“Because, when I woke up, Miss Veronica asked a favor of . You were right, Miss lantha. She is indeed a very gentle person.”
“She....”
l's voice suddenly beca a little choked, “What did she say to you?”
Charlotte looked into l's eyes, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.
“She asked not to let you be alone.”
Charlotte gently held l's hand.
“I once heard a saying—reality is the opposite of dreams. In the dream, you were my knight. Then in reality, let be your knight, Miss lantha.”
Under l's gaze, the girl before her gently raised her own hand, then lowered her head.
The soft touch of lips ca from the back of her hand.
“From this mont on, I will bear witness to your existence.”
She said.
“Just as you bore witness to mine.”
After leaving The Golden Stag Hotel, the two of them set off for the Hers Workshop.
l and Charlotte sat in the carriage, the white-haired girl curiously looking out at the scenery through the window.
For Charlotte, who had existed within the manor since birth, everything outside the manor was worth being curious about.
Like a newborn child.
“By the way,” looking at Charlotte's side profile, l suddenly thought of sothing and said.
“Why do you still call lantha, Charlotte, when you already know my real na?”
Hearing this, Charlotte turned her head to look at l, then sat up straight.
“Because....”
The girl's vermilion lips parted slightly, “this na is a unique connection between us, representing everything we have experienced together. l Rossetti can be everyone's l Rossetti, but lantha....”
She leaned over slightly, getting closer to l.
“This na is exclusively mine.”
“Charlotte....”
Listening to Charlotte's words, l's heart couldn't help but beat a little faster.
Suddenly, Charlotte leaned forward and pressed her lips against l's.
l was stunned at first, then her whole person quickly turned red, flailing her hands in a panic.
“Mwah”
When the two separated, both were a little breathless.
A faint blush appeared on Charlotte's cheeks, but her eyes shone with a satisfied light.
l leaned back against the seat, panting heavily, covering her mouth in so disbelief.
“You...”
“We've arrived, Miss lantha.”
Charlotte spoke, interrupting l.
Before l could recover from the kiss, she was pulled out of the carriage by Charlotte.
The girl's cheeks were still burning, her heart pounding violently.
The two walked into the Hers Workshop, which was filled with all sorts of peculiar chanical steam devices, with people dressed as craftsn coming and going.
Charlotte looked around curiously, while l took out the letter Bond had given her from her pocket.
“Although Mr. Bond said it's fine to find anyone....”
The girl's gaze swept around, finally stopping on a lady at the front desk.
“It's better to go to the front desk honestly.”
With that, l arrived at the front desk, looking at the receptionist who was boredly fiddling with so chanical device with a cigarette dangling from her mouth.
“Hello.... I'm looking for soone.”
Hearing this, the woman behind the front desk glanced casually at l, then flicked the cigarette ash.
“Who are you looking for?”
l placed the letter in her hand on the table and passed it over.
Upon seeing the Michel family's wax seal on the envelope, the receptionist raised an eyebrow, then reached out to take it.
Without asking anything else, she tore open the envelope right in front of l and took out the contents inside.
She quickly scanned the contents of the letter, then looked l and Charlotte up and down, a playful look flashing in her eyes.
“I see, you're looking for Lady Hestia.”
Then, she brought the letter close to the cigarette butt, letting it be burned to ashes by the fla.
“You...”
“Co with , ladies.”
The woman stood up, beckoned to the two with her finger, then turned and walked towards the workshop.
l and Charlotte exchanged a glance, then followed behind her.
The three of them passed through a maze of workshops and laboratories, arriving at a heavy tal door.
The woman pulled the door open, and a tallic sll, mixed with a faint scent of blood, rushed to their noses.
“Co in, it might be a bit crowded, but don't mind it.”
l and Charlotte walked into the workshop before them.
The girl looked around curiously, then noticed a machine running in the very center of the workshop.
That machine was filled with the beauty of flesh and blood technology, with many cables connected to it.
It was the culprit that made this space so crowded.
“Um... excuse , where is Lady Hestia?”
l looked at the smoking woman to the side.
“Also.... there's a no-smoking sign here....”
Hearing this, the woman glanced at the sign, then shrugged and placed the cigarette from her mouth on the table.
“Wait, I'll go call her down.”
With that, she turned and walked towards a staircase leading up.
But after less than about two minutes, she ca down again.
She had also changed her clothes.
The woman picked up the cigarette from the table and put it back in her mouth, then sat down on the only chair in the entire workshop.
“So.... what's the matter?”
She asked.
l and Charlotte looked at each other, then the forr reacted first and asked tentatively:
“You wouldn't happen to be....”
“That's right, I am Hestia.”
The woman blew a smoke ring and nodded.
“Creator Hestia.”
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