Chapter 632: Sudden Confession
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
No matter how her sister tried to persuade her, Cirilla decided to take responsibility. She would never shirk from her due punishnts.
In reality, Cirilla did not think that her sister did anything wrong, as she was the first one to suggest the race, and she was the one who had indirectly caused the accident.
The one who should take the punishnt was none other than her, and not her sister Olivia.
Although it was all her fault, Olivia had to clean up after her such as bandaging Hjalr. If it weren’t for Olivia, Hjalr could be in an even worse state compared to how he was now.
Either way, Hjalr was like a cockroach. Cockroaches do not die easily.
Either way, Hjalr woke up in no ti at all,just in ti to witness Olivia owning up, followed by Cirilla who quickly cut in, denying her sister’s hand in this and that she was fully responsible. She even backed it up by saying that Hjalr might have been dead, if it weren’t for her sister.
As Olivia and Cirilla took turns covering up for each other, Hjalr broke the silence by saying “Father, it was neither of their faults. If I was a better skater, this situation would not have occurred.”
Hjalr’s words brought up another round of silence, but to the people from the isle, his words were that of a true Skelligian.
Being victim of an accident, and then pushing the fault to soone else would be cowardice. A true Skelligian would always own up.
With a dazed look, Olivia looked on, as “The Boar of the Ocean” Crach looked at his child with pride. If anything, Hjalr had proven himself as Crach’s son. Instead, if Hjalr were to sob and whine to his father about how a girl had made a fool out of him, Crach would have been truly angry.
And that was how Olivia learned that the guys on Skellige were just that simple, or was this a kind of charm of theirs?
In the end, neither Olivia nor Cirilla received any scolding. Hjalr received so scathing insults from his sister Cerys, who thought that her brother was an embarrassnt for losing against a girl – even needing to be rescued by them.
Hjalr wholehearted agreed. He did not think that Cirilla had done anything wrong. He had not been good enough. He lacked the skill, and had been careless enough to fall into Cirilla’s trap.
Olivia observed Hjalr for a bit before determining that he truly held nothing against them – before she finally let it slip. If he were to be consud by animosity, she would not take it sitting down. She would protect her sister, no matter the cost.
Olivia was a good kid. Even though Hjalr held nothing against either one of them, she still visited him every day to tend to his wounds, while even telling him stories or chatting with him.
Of course, most importantly, tending to Hjalr could help her complete her mission which would help her gain skill points. To the Olivia who had an OCD towards completing missions, she wanted to keep her quest list as clear as possible, at all tis.
Olivia never expected her daily visits to actually trigger sothing in Hjamler’s heart. The kind and caring princess was like an angel in Hjalr’s eyes when compared to his biological sister Cerys who could not care less about him.
At first, Hjalr thought that among his 3 sisters, the smallest was the cutest. Currently, Cerys was no longer worth ntioning, as neither her personality nor looks were cute.
Cirilla was too wild and boyish, which threw him off. Also, they fought way too often.
Olivia may seem fragile, but he thought that it suited her, and he would be more than happy to protect such a delicate flower.
n of Skellige were very straightforward when it ca to courtship.
The human cockroach Hjalr was up and walking again within a fortnight. Of course, the red potions had a large part to play in that. Red potions healed just about anything, other than instant death.
Olivia sat by Hjalr’s bedside while reading him a book called “Legendary Monster Hunter – Geralt,” written by Dandelion. Her voice was light and sweet. “Evil is evil; there is nothing that would differentiate it. Sa goes with ones sin. If I were to make a choice between the two, I would rather not choose...”
In Hjalr’s eyes, the book reading Olivia was just too pretty. However, as he was not good with words, he was unable to put her beauty into words. He felt smitten.
He let Olivia pause before taking a Dandelion’s book of poetry out and confessing –
“If you wish, my love, at my side to repose...
My heart would inquire of your hands pale and fine, if they’d grasp it gently, to hold like a rose...
Or grasp elsewhere and leave satisfied?
If you wish, my love, at my side to repose...
We’d admire our virtues, yours, and you mine. I could pet your cheeks, you might twiddle my nose...
Or treat it as a morsel upon which to dine?
If our bodies could a song compose...
My heart would inquire of your hands pale and fine, if they’d grasp it gently, to hold like a rose...
Or treat it as a morsel upon which to dine?”
Hjalr had it tough. He was not a man of books, but had stepped out of his comfort zone to scour for a poem that he thought to be romantic and peaceful. This was the perfect way to confess to the book-loving Olivia.
As Olivia was torn between a frown and a smile that looked more like a lopsided grimace, Hjalr held her hand and said, “Olivia, may you get engaged with , and then marry ? I would bring you a lifeti of happiness!”
It was at that mont when Cirilla walked in with a disgusted expression on her face. She had overheard his confession, but surprisingly, it was not the main source of her disgust.
She told Hjalr so shocking, yet heart-breaking news.
Calanthe had ordered Cirilla to fetch Olivia back to Cintra, so that she could get engaged with Prince Kistrin of Verden.
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