Chapter 43 - Am I Missing Something? (1) (1/2)

Elena’s traveling party began journeying for the capital more slowly than ever. Fortunately Mirabelle had recovered her strength after only a few days, but after that one incident Elena was even more cautious than ever.

“I’m really feeling better now, sister.”

“I know.”

“We can speed up a little…”

“Don’t worry about anything else and cover yourself with the blanket.”

It was always a good idea to keep Mirabelle warm, so Elena piled another blanket over her in the carriage. Mirabelle simply smiled, knowing she could not stop her sister.

Mirabelle’s hair was now decorated with the butterfly hairpin. It suited her better than Elena imagined, and she felt a surge of happiness whenever she saw how pretty her sister looked. But the strange thing was…

Mirabelle felt much more grown up during this trip.

Although Elena couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it happened, but Mirabelle, who was small for her age, began to seem more mature. Something changed about Mirabelle’s heart, but what it was unclear.

‘…I don’t think there was anything special about Sir Kasha that day. Why?’

For a time Mirabelle kept asking Kuhn’s whereabouts, but Kuhn had never mentioned it as if he were oblivious about that night. But there was something curious that couldn’t be dismissed. The face that Mirabelle made when she placed the coat around the precious teddy bear left by their mother. It struck Elena strangely. Mirabelle and Kuhn were two people who would never cross each other’s paths in any other circumstance. They were mismatched in status, age, personality, anything. Mirabelle was such a gentle soul she would not pluck a single flower, while Kuhn’s path was drench in blood. It was not good that there was some accidental meeting between the two, and a kind of change seemed to have come over Mirabelle.

‘…Am I missing something?’

She knew she was worrying needlessly, but she didn’t want to make light of it. She did not reveal the whereabouts of Kuhn to Mirabelle.

Mirabelle, who was quietly looking out the window of the carriage, suddenly spoke to Elena.

“Look over there, sister. The white flowers are so pretty.”

Elena looked at the spot where Mirabelle was pointing.

“They are very pretty.”

Suddenly, a wash of gratitude came over her as she remembered she was living in a time she thought she would never get back. She had already lost Mirabelle once. Even small, everyday moments were so precious to her. So Elena and Mirabelle enjoyed their time in their own little word, chatting in the carriage as it carried them to the capital. And in those happy moments Elena sometimes recalled the words Carlisle left behind.

‘I wanted to see you.’

A man who couldn’t stand not seeing her in a short period of time that he traveled all the way from the capital…

Did he still miss her? She was struck with such curiosity.

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