It seemed like I could hear an owl hooting from somewhere. hoot. hoot. Did an owl come into this mansion?
Since it is a very deserted place with few attendants, there may have been an owl taking a walk among the trees in the garden.
I parted my lips as I felt my feet crunching on the dense lawn.
“Morocanil also has very unique tastes. “I can’t believe I want to wander around the mansion this late at night.”
“… … sorry. I didn’t expect it to be this late. “If you want to go back now, you can do so.”
Moroccanil, who was walking along the same lawn as me, said with a slightly embarrassed expression.
“no. Something like that. “I just have unique tastes.”
Angel’s request to show me around the mansion at night seemed a bit unreasonable, but I gladly agreed to accept it as a reward for saving me from falling from a tree.
… … okay. It was good that he accepted it out of curiosity.
“By the way, Celia. Isn’t this the place you came from earlier? “If I remember correctly.”
“ah.”
The problem was that I didn’t know much about the structure of this mansion.
Although it has been several months since I stayed here.
‘Then what do you do? Instead of guiding me, the man who claimed to be the owner of the mansion just harassed me.’
I must have been given a tour of the mansion since I came here.
Because I wandered around the inside of the mansion by myself, I knew the study, the living room, and Vanilla and Dazar’s room, but outside I only knew the sand playground where I used to play with Axion and Vanilla.
“Shall we just look inside the mansion first? “To be honest, I don’t know much about the outside world.”
Since what we’re stepping on is grass, I think it’s probably somewhere at the beginning of the garden. There is no one to ask anything. I thought I would get lost if I continued like this.
“So Celia, is this your first time here?”
“Uhm, of course. I don’t have much to go… … .”
As I answered that, I rolled my eyes and looked into the distance. Somehow I feel faint. Now that I think about it, I have never spent so much quiet time focusing on farming and raising children.
phew. A life full of work… … .
I don’t know why, but Morokanil smiled slightly at my words.
“Then that’s good. “It will be even more fun since it will be the first time for both of us to visit the Siaster family mansion.”
“… … “You’re having fun?”
Moroccanil nodded to my question and seemed excited for some reason.
… … You’re a boy-like person who gets excited about looking at other people’s houses at night.
Well, the owner must be sleeping in his room without the world knowing. The thought of going around looking around without the landlord knowing seemed like it would be fun.
Plus, it felt like I was plotting something without Dazar’s knowledge, so it was a lot of fun.
I smiled and took a step forward.
“Then shall we go straight this way? “For some reason, my senses tell me that this is inside the garden.”
Actually, I knew that because I rolled my eyes and looked at the information sign a little while ago. Moroccanil admired my bold steps and followed me.
The garden was better organized than expected. Since winter was coming soon, there were no flowers to be seen, but the trees here and there were quite harmonious.
We looked around and sat side by side on the bench.
“Thanks for the jacket. Moroccanil. “Isn’t it cold?”
Since I was still in my going out clothes, my clothes weren’t that thin. It was quite cold in the garden at night. Angel quickly realized that I was cold and gave me the jacket he was wearing.
The jacket he had previously mentioned, with its black fox fur nicely wrapped around the neck, was quite warm.
Moroccanil smiled like an angel at my thank you.
“I am okay. “As long as you’re warm.”
“uh… … . is it so?”
Unlike anyone else, he is truly an angel. I felt like my nose would wrinkle at his good intentions. That pure kindness. Feeling a little touched, I gently squeezed the jacket.
“I’ve warmed up quite a bit now, so I think I’ll be okay. Do you want to take it back?”
“no. That jacket is nothing more than my small desire to be with you longer. So please keep it on.”
“… … .”
This is true. I’m sure you’re good at spitting out sentences that can be misunderstood by anyone who hears them. I muttered, gently wiping the cold tip of my nose with my hand.
“Morocanil is popular, right? I don’t think it’s a joke for women. But I’m worried that if I do that, I’ll end up in big trouble later.”
“… … “Why do you think that?”
“Look at it now. “If anyone hears it, they’ll think you’re doing something to them.”
I held up my index finger and waved it gently in front of him and spoke in a somewhat stern voice. I’m worried because our Angel is too kind.
“Then, as the number of women who misunderstand increases, it may become rumored that Morokanil is a philanderer. “I have to be careful.”
“… … .”
Then Moroccanil was silent for a moment, then answered in a low voice as if whispering.
“That won’t happen. “You are the only person I would take off my clothes like this.”
“… … to?”
Are my ears wrong now? Just when I was about to pick my ear with my little finger without thinking about dignity, Morokhanil spoke.
“You were the first person in my life that I asked to dance with. “They asked me to show them around the mansion, and of course, they took my clothes off.”
I blinked my eyes blankly a couple of times as Morokanil’s words were full of sincerity.
Wait, wait.
What should I do if you suddenly come in like this without even blinking? This is too straight.
No, I thought it was a sudden confession like this because we knew each other for some time. Of course, since last time, I thought that Morokanil might have a little crush on me.
‘It’s so sudden, isn’t it?’
It was like reading a novel I had read in a past life that went to the mountains of probability, where the male lead, who had openly ignored the female lead until the middle, suddenly falls in love with the female lead without any particular incident.
I was very embarrassed.
At that time, I thought, ‘No, what is this emotional line? ‘Why do I suddenly love you!’ While doing this, I was able to search the previous pages to see if there was something I didn’t know about.
Now, this is not a novel, but a vivid, live experience that I am experiencing, so I am dumbfounded.
While I was gaping, not knowing how to respond, the sound of an owl that I heard before entering the garden rang out for a long time.
Swell.
Swollen.
“… … .”
“… … .”
Thanks to this, the strange atmosphere that had suddenly been created between Moroccanil and me collapsed.
I laughed and quickly raised my index finger and pointed in the direction where the sound was heard.
“Wow. I guess Dazar really likes birds. “They raise red birds inside, and it looks like they also raise owls outside.”
It was nonsense, but I tried to say something. That’s why this situation was so cringe-inducing.
At those words, Moroccanil looked in the direction I pointed and slightly tilted his head.
“Dazar raises birds?”
“yes. “I see you taking him outside sometimes.”
Although it didn’t seem like they were always together. He came into our carriage when we returned from the ‘place of rest’. So, that means he was also taken to the ‘place of rest’… … .
Looking at it, it must be a bird that is quite cherished.
Moroccanil, who was tilting his head, narrowed his eyes.
“There’s no way Dazar would grow something. As far as I know, I don’t really like animals. So even when ‘she’ tried to raise her birds… … .”
Moroccanil, who had spoken up to that point, suddenly closed his mouth, but I had already heard his words.
she?
who is she?
I wanted to ask who it was, but Moroccanil quietly avoided the topic.
“Anyway, there’s no way Dazar would raise a bird. “I’ve never seen it before.”
“… … “Umm.”
I nodded as if I roughly understood his firm words. More than that, I was curious about who ‘she’ was, but there was no point in asking since Morokanil was clearly avoiding me.
Since I didn’t want to argue with him here, I quietly diverted the conversation.
“Looking at it now, Morokanil and Dazar don’t get along very well, but they seem to know each other well. “I also know that Dazar doesn’t like animals.”
“… … “It’s not like I didn’t have a good relationship with him from the beginning, in my past life.”
ah. I guess there was a time when you two were close.
I was curious about Morokanil’s answer and was about to listen to his next words, but he suddenly brought up another topic.
“This is what came to mind when I heard about my past life. “What would it be like if you had a past life too?”
Past life?
I am a person who already remembers my past life, but when I was asked what it would be like if I had a past life, I was very worried about how to answer.
“Hmm. well… … ? Doesn’t everyone have a past life? “I just don’t remember.”
“Not really. Very few people get to live in the next life. “It’s like punishment.”
It was said that those who had a past life were like being punished. In Korea, people usually think of reincarnation. Is this a somewhat negative concept in this worldview?
I blinked at the words that were different from what I usually thought, but he continued.
“therefore… … . It would be correct to say it this way. If someone forcibly takes away the ‘rest’ you deserve and forces you to live again as punishment in another world. What do you think?”
Overly specific question.
I felt a sense of discomfort somewhere. It’s like asking a question while already knowing that such a person exists.
I don’t know who the target is.
“Then wouldn’t you hate the person who made you like that?”
