We spent the night at a nearby inn. As soon as the sun rose the next morning, I imdiately headed for Damians mansion.
Miss, youre really going there again?
Miss Aren, thats too dangerous.
Though Sasha and Tuule tried to stop , asking why I was bothering to go again.
Its alright.
I repeatedly reassured them that it would be okay. The two expressed doubt at my insistent behavior but were soon surprised by Damians sudden change of attitude.
Youve co as promised. Im deeply touched.
He was wearing a neat black uniform, greeting us properly. And unlike yesterday, when he had not allowed Sasha to even set foot in the mansion, he had guided her personally to a designated room.
It was to the point where I was questioning whether the person in front of really was the man who tried to kill last night and not another person pretending to be Damian.
Damian had even ordered a servant to guide Tuule to a room to rest in. And unable to hide the shock on his face, Tuule glanced at for permission.
M-Miss Aren.
When I nodded, telling him it was alright, Tuule hesitated for another mont before following the servant.
Once Tuule was completely out of sight, Damian escorted to a room that was much more extravagant compared to the drawing room last night.
This living room was several tis larger than the room from yesterday.
Inside the room were cushioned red velvet sofas and tables made of pure silver, with a sparkling chandelier on the ceiling that could only usually be found in banquet rooms.
Right next to the velvet sofa was a large square glass case, a collection of valuable jewels, including an expensive red diamond necklace, displayed inside.
It was so easy to enter the room that I had not been given permission to enter in my past life.
Seeing silently stare at the accessories, Damian spoke up next to ,
Have you perhaps taken a liking to one of these?
Pardon?
I looked up at him, surprised. Then I saw his eyes curve into arches.
If you wish to have these accessories, then feel free to ask . It seems that these have also found their true owner.
I would ask for you to accept these as an apology for my rudeness last night.
This was all so comical. The reason why Damian was acting so kindly to was because his greed was longing for my healing abilities that could cure his heart disease.
Just like how he would have been in my past life.
He recognized that I had fallen in love with him and used that to his advantage right away.
On the other hand, how was he now? He was instead showing more enthusiasm toward because he was certain that I had feelings for him. But now or then, his original nature of treating others as re tools was the sa.
Which was why he wouldnt feel a single bit of guilt when he would push off the cliff to my downfall.
With my thoughts now organized, my feelings were no longer shaken. I could feel my heart calr than ever. The useless emotions were gone, and all I had left was my cold, sharp mind.
Feeling the temperature drop instantly, I smiled kindly at Damian and opened my mouth.
Its alright, Your Grace. We have already reconciled.
Taking my gaze off the accessories, I sat down on the velvet sofa. Seeing that I had sat down, Damian also followed and sat on the sofa across from .
When Damian rang the bell on the table, his servants imdiately entered the room, pushing in a cart full of desserts.
The warm milk tea and cookies, macarons, cake, chocolate eclairs, and other sweets that made ones mouth water just looking at them, filled the table to the brim.
Please call us any ti, Madam.
For so reason, likely because of Damians orders, the servants bowed deeply to several tis as they left the room.
When Damian saw that I wasnt touching the food, his eyes gently folded into a smile as he brought a lemon macaron to his mouth.
After consuming the macaron, Damian wiped the edges of his mouth with a napkin before opening his mouth.
As you can see, there is no poison in these dishes. Please be rest assured, Milady.
And when I picked up the warm cup of milk tea after hearing that, Damian smiled contentedly.
Its sll is quite aromatic.
With a complint, I took a sip of the milk tea.
Clack.
I had just put the teacup back on the table when Damian started to give an unasked explanation about the milk tea.
How does it taste? I had ordered a servant to buy a fresh batch yesterday night, especially for Milady.
I can taste all its flavors. Its very pleasant.
I took a short glimpse at the fake mask Damian had put on, then added,
Perhaps its because I have Your Grace here.
In response to my aningless comnt, he bothered to fold his eyes into a deeper arch and laugh. With his laugh, his combed hair bounced along with him.
You must have decided to change your attitude after seeing that healing ability.
After that, we continued to exchange small talk while taking bites of the provided sweets.
Others seem to have a hard ti making eye contact with when I speak.
Oh, is that so?
People tend to misunderstand because of my sharply angled eyes. Most of the ti, they make the assumption that I am a scary person.
As he let out an airy laugh, Damian peered at so intently that I felt a bit awkward. His eyes seed to be sowhere in between inspecting and testing .
But Milady doesnt avoid my eyes. Which I like even more.
Returning Damians eyes, that were following , I then answered,
When I first saw Your Grace, the first thought that ca to my mind was Your Graces beauty, not fear.
And Damian burst into a small fit of laughter.
I feel happy that Milady spoke of like that.
I rely said what I had felt.
Taking my gaze off of Damian, I brought the cup of milk tea up to my lips.
Clack.
Then, I quietly peered down at the empty teacup that was placed back on the table.
My heart felt empty, just like this empty cup.
Maybe that was why. That I was able to lie with such ease.
When I first t Your Grace, it was as if I had t the man of my dreams.
You wouldnt even begin to understand how happy I am that we reconciled.
Looking up from the empty teacup, I smiled innocently at Damian. In reality, the smile was full of fakery and lies.
A small curve ford on Damians mouth as he responded.
I am also overjoyed, Milady.
Thank you for accepting my request to make up.
Not at all. I should instead thank you for curing my heart condition.
Like I said yesterday, Your Graces condition is not one that can be fully cured in just one session. The state of the disease has already progressed too far.
As if to express his understanding, Damian brought up his right hand to his chest and bowed to .
Then may I visit Milady next ti the pain returns?
Of course. Feel free to visit any ti.
That is what friends are for, is it not?
My following sentence caused a slight crack to appear in Damians expression.
Friends, you say.
I apologize. I must have gone too far. I shouldnt have said that to Your Grace.
When I slapped my lips with my hand, Damian leaped up from his seat. He even rushed to grab my wrist.
It was likely that he feared that his one and only tool to cure his heart disease would beco flawed in so way.
Do not worry, Milady hasnt done anything wrong.
I stared up at him with a blank expression, in which he curled up a corner of his mouth.
Let us be just that. Friends.
Your Grace.
I reddened my eyes with a touched expression. Seeing my face, Damian leaned in close enough for our breaths to touch.
From the green eyes that stared down at , the desire for my healing ability oozed out of them.
It will be nice for us to start as friends.
.
In that sense, may I call Milady by her na?
Damian leaned down and pecked his lips against the back of my hand. And it didnt take long for to think of the answer to that request.
It would be my honor.
Would it be alright for to visit Miladys ho next ti?
No. I couldnt dare bother Your Grace with such a cumberso ride when you are already so busy. Wouldnt it also be better for Your Grace physically and emotionally that I co here?
As if I would let you into my house when only God knows what you might do.
Seemingly displeased with my answer, Damian raised an eyebrow.
Is that so?
Though his expression seed unsatisfied, he couldnt rashly say otherwise.
Because I could see the gears rolling in his mind every ti he spat out a word, and taking in the fact that I was his only lead to curing his heart disease into consideration,
Your Grace, do you perhaps like any other books from Philosopher Eliah?
In fact, I do.
Then next ti I visit, I will co with books for Your Grace. I was also so deeply fascinated by the Boundary of Good and Evil that I read every single book that Eliah has written.
I spoke to him with a bright smile on my face. And in return, Damians expression softened, as if he had never been displeased.
Well, youve got excited now, Milady.
With a content smile, Damian continued,
The Founding Day is coming up soon.
Ah, it is already the Founding Day. Occasions like them make feel as though ti passes so quickly.
Well, in return, I will show you sothing interesting on that day.
Interesting? Just what did he want to show ? When I cocked my head with a confused expression, Damians eyes curled into crescents as he spoke,
It wont be fun if I tell you in advance, so just wait and enjoy the shows of that day.
That is only making even more curious about what Your Grace has planned.
I promise that it will be incredibly entertaining. So I ask of you to please attend the Founding Day festival.
Are you referring to the twentieth day of the tenth month?
Damian nodded his head.
Yes. The Founding Day festival is open every year at the capital, so it will be close to Miladys ho.
That is true.
I sincerely ask you to co see.
Just what did he plan on showing that made him ask this much? With eyes narrowed, I asked him,
But there will be so many people at the festival. How will I be able to find Your Grace?
I will send a trusted servant of mine, so all Milady has to do is follow them.
Then Damian just continued to ramble on about things I couldnt understand. Thinking that he might be planning to harm , I carefully inspected his face.
But suddenly, Damian called out my na.
Aren.
Yes.
The Boundary of Good and Evil. Do you know what chapter 4, verse 4 says?
Damian asked a question to figure out my intention. Thankfully, I had every single scripture morized,
While thou must not give ones heart easily, a heart that was given through much effort shall not be questioned.
When I recited the scripture perfectly, word for word, Damian smiled as if he were happy.
If my mory didnt serve wrong, I believe I saw Damians smile more on just this single day than I had in my entire life in my past life.
I will no longer question you, who cured my heart condition.
So, Aren.
His erald irises located under his ebony hair glinted sharply.
I wish for you to trust as well.
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