Chapter 6 - Thuna (2/2)

Thankfully, she was not hurt. Nabel was relieved but was also saddened by the way that she protected him so naturally. By the reason why she was not injured. But Nabel knew that having no injuries on your body did not mean that you were not hurt.

“He’s Captain Devant,” Ronée said, staring at the door. Ryne hurried off to bring her a change of clothes.

“Captain Devant…” Nabel repeated in a quiet and cold voice, as though committing the name to his memory.

“My stepmother brought him with her.”

He was a faithful follower of the god, Thuna, and he had no patience when it came to Ronée. Ronée remembered the first time they had met. Thuna said that people must be treasured. But Ronée was not considered a person in that place.

However proud and arrogant she might be, she was someone who was so insolent that she would even reject the hands of the gods.

“Such a person must be sent to the side of the gods and rehabilitated!”

Devant’s voice had been surprised and scornful, as though he had not known that there could actually be such a person. He doubted that anyone like that would dare to exist and asked if it was not just magic that she rejected.

“…I see. Nabel’s cold gaze bore a hole at the door.

“My Lady.” At that moment, Ryne approached. Although she had gone to fetch a change of clothes, she was empty-handed. She bowed her head, her expression apologetic.

“Your clothes to change into are not yet dry. Will you be able to wait for an hour, my Lady?”

Ryne did not know what to do, but Ronée nodded her head understandingly. The reason why she did not have clothes was not because Ryne had not done her work. It was the fault of other servants who only put old and dusty clothes in her room. Ryne was skilled. She washed and repaired those clothes so that they would look like new.

“It’s fine,” Ronée replied with a small nod, and Ryne bowed her head again.

Sensing the atmosphere growing heavy and wanting to lift it for the sake of her precious young mistress, she opened her mouth and said in a bright tone, “By the way, I heard something from the other maids.”

Ryne went a little away and started to prepare teacups and pour water. She was being attentive so that her mistress would not be bored for an hour.

Nabel looked at Ryne, and then back at Ronée.

“What’s that?”

“They say that the western continent’s House of Miltan has changed.”

Nabel froze.