Chapter 75 - I missed you (2) (1/2)

Chapter 75 – I missed you (2)

Translator: SKAIS Editor: Dict Groiler

I could tell someone was behind me. And obviously, I was correct. I could hear him, feel him, but for some reason, he didn’t feel like a person.

My mind flashed back to the letter with a beautiful handwriting, and a friendly tone that was sent to me sometime ago.

“Iana, did you miss me, too?”

“I…” I hesitated. Should I even grace him with an answer?

I could hear him breathe out, without opening his mouth. And at that very moment, an enchanting fragrance flowed through the air. It was faint, but definitely a good scent.

And it  came from this man.

The only pleasant scent I’ve ever smelled in this prison was from Ricdorian. And this man felt completely different from Ricdorian, who had a pure, sour fragrance, dashed with a hint of subterranean air smell.

But why would I think of Ricdorian now?

Maybe because he’s the only one I’ve interacted with this much all this time.

After I took a deep breath to calm myself, I finally managed to make a proper response this time.

“Brother.” when I spoke, when I called him that, the hand he splayed on my back stilled before I could feel slight vibrations.

Perturb.

He was shaking. The man’s body was trembling greatly. He seemed quite surprised I would speak with him, it seemed.

“…brother?” He whispered in disbelief, “Iana. You…” He trailed off…

So far, his voice, which had been slow and relaxed all this time, had been suddenly cut off. He was suddenly flabbergasted.

Was it so surprising? Did Iana address him differently before? Was there a problem?

He called himself my brother in the letter, but should I have called him differently after all? Would calling him by his name be enough instead? But I didn’t mean to call him brother, I just didn’t know how else to address him.

True, I’ve been called many things before. But surely it would be believable that she had changed. I’d been in prison after all.

Worse comes to worst, I could always feign memory loss, not too big, just something small. It would prove to be the least problematic solution too.

“You’ve forgiven me?” his voice finally asked, the slight tremor evident with his breaths. Listening to him would prove dangerous in the long run, but right now, I was simply fascinated by it.

Forgive me. I didn’t know what I did wrong. It was a matter of course.

Soon, I held his hand slightly.

“Time…” That’s it. As soon as I started talking, I raised my head.

Rumbling.

Not far away, I heard a rumbling sound from the grass. It was the sound of people approaching. And not long after I heard someone talking.

No, not talking, it was someone shouting. Loud enough I could even hear it.

“Is he there?”

“I don’t think he’s here either!”

“Search thoroughly!”

“Yes!”

The busy footsteps erupted all over, there were shouts heard from all sides, gradually getting closer to where we were. I could tell it was only a matter of time before they would finally reach where we were.

For some reason, it seemed like the hand of my ‘brother’ who grabbed me, had suddenly gained a lot of strength. Even at that time the sound was becoming clearer every second.

The man behind me took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision. He was sighing, taking deep breaths in, and then out, then in, then out, in, out…

I could tell he repeated it until he was calm enough.

“Iana, I’m glad because you look fine.” he finally spoke. I mentally shrugged in agreement. I  certainly feel safe.

“If he touched you…I wasn’t going to let it go this time.” he growled lowly, and before I could even answer, his other hand moved so abruptly…