Chương 41: Ch. 41 …The Only Time (1)
As soon as Elena arrived at the inn, she was informed that Mirabelle had lost consciousness and collapsed. It was clear that Mary had not been expecting the situation and was bewildered at what to do.
"What? Why didn't you tell me right away?"
"Well…I sent someone but they must have missed you, My Lady."
"Did you call the doctor?"
"Yes, she's already seen the doctor…"
"Which room is Mirabelle in now? Take me to her right away."
Following Mary's lead, Elena rushed to the room where Mirabelle was. Nobles rarely ran, but Elena did not bother with dignity now. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest at the thought of Mirabelle getting hurt while she was away. The screams of Mirabelle being defiled in her last life echoed loudly in Elena's ears.
Bang!
She flung open the door and ran inside–
And saw Mirabelle lying on the bed breathing evenly. Elena gave a gasp of relief.
"…Thank God."
Fortunately, Mirabelle didn't look like she was in pain. Elena approached her sleeping sister, drawn to her like a magnet, and gently brushed her hand against her face. Mirabelle's warmth brought tears to Elena's eyes. Elena looked at her dear sister's face, anxious to find signs of any hurt when something that wasn't supposed to be there caught her attention. It was a coat. The blankets covering Mirabelle had mostly obscured it at first, but now Elena could see her sister wearing the oversized piece of clothing. Mirabelle clutched to it tightly, and Elena had no choice but to ask questions.
"…Where did this come from?"
However, a keen memory informed her of the owner of the coat.
Kuhn Kasha.
Why would Mirabelle have his coat? Elena turned towards Mary standing behind her. Mary immediately noticed what Elena wanted to enquire about and opened her mouth to speak.
"Well–!"
"Shh."
Elena lifted her finger to her lips, then pointed to the door and nodded that they should go outside. The two women quietly left the room and only spoke after they were some distance from it.
"Whose coat is that?"
"I don't know. Actually…It was when I left to room to ask the inn clerk to raise the heating that I heard that Miss Mirabelle had collapsed."
"You heard? From whom?"
"I think it was an employee, but I was too busy to remember."
After listening Mary's account, Elena remembered where she had asked for Kuhn to wait for her.
"Was it my room where Mirabelle collapsed?"
"Yes, that's right! It was in your room, Lady Elena. Maybe she went there herself."
"I see…"
Maybe it was Kuhn who helped Mirabelle when he saw her collapse. But that didn't solve the mystery why Mirabelle was wearing his coat, or why she was holding on to it so tightly. Elena would ask Kuhn in person and find out. Before doing so, however, Elena had to confront Mary.
"Mirabelle has a weak consitution, and you left your position without leaving someone to take your place. What if something more serious had happened to Mirabelle while I was gone?"
"…I'm sorry, My Lady."
"I will let this pass this time, but if this happens again, you must be prepared."
"Yes, My Lady, I will never leave Miss Mirabelle unattended."
Mary's face, too, was quite tired-looking. Of course was Mary's fault that she left Mirabelle alone, but Elena knew that it was difficult for the maid to attend to everything on her own during the trip. There were a few other servants besides Mary, but she was responsible for leadership and communication. But despite Elena's cold-hearted reasoning, Elena couldn't help but notice Mary's drooping shoulders and her remorseful eyes.
"Mirabelle is very frail. I ask you to pay attention next time."
"Yes, yes! I will. I'm truly sorry…really."
Mary was not particularly quick or intelligent in her last life. However, Elena kept her close because she was pure and kind-hearted. No matter how competent one may be at their job, Elena couldn't keep an opportunist who would change their position depending on the type of situation.
Elena wanted to allow Mary another chance, so she patted the maid's shoulder without saying anything another word. The intent of her heart was conveyed to Mary entirely. Mary bowed her head, moved by Elena's warm forgiveness of her mistakes.
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Elena returned to her room where she promised to meet Kuhn. The room was still as dark as it was when she left, but Elena sense Kuhn's presence at once.
"…What happened to Mirabelle?"
Elena's words seemed to fall in the empty blackness, until the figure of Kuhn slowly emerged from the shadows. He fixed Elena with a curious stare. As usual Kuhn answered in his flat, businesslike tone.
"She collapsed in this room, so I helped her."
"Why did you leave your coat?"
Kuhn's normally distant eyes shimmered slightly. He quickly wiped his emotions before Elena noticed.
"She wouldn't let go of it."
"…Mirabelle?"
"Yes."
Elena looked at Kuhn with an incredulous expression. Mirabelle may seem like a little girl, but she was never a bother to others. She wasn't the type Mirabelle grab Kuhn's clothes and not let go.
'…Was it because she was sick?'
Elena couldn't know Mirabelle's inner thoughts, so Elena simply had make her best conclusion.
She took stock of Kuhn standing there in the darkness with his shirt and no jacket. Somehow, she felt like she understood him a little more from this short encounter. Kuhn was not uncaring enough that he wouldn't help someone.
"I apologize in being late to give you my gratitude. Thank you."
"…"
"Was it you who disguised yourself as an employee called the maid and the doctor? Because of the swift treatment, Mirabelle was able to get better without any complications."
"…It just happened. You don't have to say that."
"No, really, thank you very much. My sister is the most precious person in the world to me."
Mirabelle was all Elena thought about and would proudly tell anyone that. When she heard that Mirabelle had collapsed a little while ago, it was if her heart had plunged to the floor. She only had one goal when returning to the past. Peace for her family. For her father, her brother, and Mirabelle. She would keep them from getting sick or hurt.
After a brief moment of silence, Kuhn unexpectedly spoke first.
"When will you look at the information about the Krauses?"
"I need to take care of my sister so finding time will be difficult. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"No, I understand. Then I will see you next time."
Kuhn turned away with missing a beat, as if he expected her answer.
A sudden thought came to Elena's mind as she watched Kuhn make for the window.
"If something dangerous happens to my sister like today, please help her."
"…This is the only time."
Leaving her with only that curt reply, Kuhn then swiftly opened the window and disappeared from Elena's sight.
Kuhn's abilities were well known to Elena and she wanted him to protect Mirabelle, but unfortunately Mirabelle was not his charge. Kuhn had no reason to obey. Elena's felt dejected, but at the same time, she knew it was reasonable. She had to be satisfied with what Kuhn had done for her sister already…
Tonight all the relationships were going in a completely different direction than Elena expected. She wondered how they would all turn out.
Chương 42: Ch. 42 …The Only Time (2)
The first thing Mirabelle did when she woke up the next day was ask about her mysterious savior.
"Sister, where is the man who looks like my teddy bear?"
"…What?"
"I mean the dark-haired man. Didn't you see him yesterday?"
Elena feigned ignorance about Kuhn. There was no explanation she could give her sister. She was unable to explain that he was a man assigned by the crown prince to her, much less say that an outsider stayed in her room late last night.
"I don't know who you're talking about."
Mirabelle's face crumpled in disappointment. She already looked quite sickly, but with her sullen expression on top of that Elena could not help but feel a pang of guilt in heart.
"Why are you looking for someone like that?"
"…"
"Did you want to thank him for helping you?"
"…I told him not to go, but he left."
Mirabelle clutched at the coat jacket around her. It wasn't until she woke up, free from the fog of pain, did she remember what he looked like. Before Mirabelle suddenly lost consciousness, she recalled the last few words she had with him.
"I'm not a teddy bear."
Anyone would be embarrassed if they were suddenly asked if they were a teddy bear, but he replied with such a strange calm. Mirabelle might have giggled if it weren't for her condition.
The man's blue-black hair was astonishingly similar to the color of her teddy bear's. It was not a common color among the population. Perhaps in her feverish haze she was desperate to see her bear come to life.
"Let go of me, please. I need to bring someone else in."
"It's okay…Just stay here, please. It won't be any good if the doctor comes anyway."
"You need to see a doctor."
Kuhn made to pull away from Mirabelle's grip several times, but each time Mirabelle pulled his coat even harder. She didn't want to be alone. She hated being left alone while in pain.
Kuhn could have easily pulled himself out of Mirabelle's grasp, but he seemed to be debating with himself with what to do. Kuhn looked rather distant to Mirabelle, but it was somewhat comforting compared to the looks of pity or sadness she was often given.
"Don't…leave me alone."
"…"
"When I'm sick…I hate being alone."
"…"
"It'll be fine if you stay a little bit…so please stay here…"
Each wave of pain that hit her was like the pain of death. At that moment, she thought that she did not want to be alone when she died.
But the man responded in a way that no one had responded to her before.
"…Young Lady, the world is lonely."
Those were the last words Mirabelle remembered. When she woke up again, she wondered if it was dream. A man who looked like her teddy bear was surreal indeed.
However, the coat clutched in her hands was not from a dream. She had asked him not to leave, but her words had no effect. She felt a small pang of sorrow.
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In the home of Marquis Selby.
Helen frowned at the woman who had been brought in. She had heard that this woman, who had been dismissed by the Blaises, had had a hard time on the streets, but she didn't realize she would be this filthy.
'If I had known she would look like this, I would have had her bathed first.'
Helen quickly pulled out a perfumed-scented handkerchief and covered her nose, and regally stood before the woman who was lying prostrate on the floor before her.
"Is your name Sophie?"
"Yes, yes, My Lady! I am Sophie who worked at House Blaise."
"But you were dismissed?"
"Oh, I…"
Sophie's voice trailed off. She was forced to leave House Blaise as punishment, and didn't dare say anything in case Elena came for her neck.
Seeing that Sophie was mute with fear, Helen tossed something from her pocket. The tinkling of gold coins echoed loudly on the floor, and Sophie lifted her head in surprise and looked up at Helen. Helen furrowed her brow upon seeing Sophie's dirty face.
"This will be your reward depending on how you do. Now, I would like you to answer whatever I ask in detail. Why were you suddenly dismissed from of House Blaise?"
"I–I was kicked out because I learned that Elena would sneak out to meet men every night. So she fired me to keep my mouth shut!"
Hearing Sophie's indignant rage, a cruel smile twisted on Helen's lips. She already knew the rumors to some extent, but she had to find Sophie, the witness to the event. Otherwise, she would not be willing to pay such a large sum to the maid.
"Can you tell me everything later?"
"Oh, anything. You saved my life."
"Ho ho ho, I'm looking forward to it."
Helen already plotted how to exact her revenge on Elena in her head. How dare Elena embarrass her with the salty tea? Elena would repay the humiliation Helen had suffered in the most severe way possible.
"Stand up. I don't think there's enough time to tell me everything you know about Lady Blaise."
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