Became the Escort Knight of the Villain in the Romance Novel

9 – Tea Party (4)

“What did I do wrong?”

When I asked if I would move away from that cold stare at me, Irene nodded her head at once. Like she wants it to be.

Did I make a mistake today? Aren’t they asking questions that are difficult to answer, asking if they are pathetic?

I looked back on my day, but no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t do anything wrong.

I kept my schedule tight so I wouldn’t run into Irene.

That’s why I met her for the first time today on an escort mission, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t make any mistakes at the tea party.

I couldn’t figure out what Irene’s unknown behavior was caused by.

Isn’t she a test, but she thought about doing it, but isn’t this a bit too much?

At this point, the only thought that came to my mind was that maybe she hates me.

It’s like the fact that I got the title wrong when we first met, and it’s like how I kept talking to myself because Irene seemed lonely being alone.

If you think about it, wasn’t it the next day that he showed me that attitude?

“Oops.”

I guess it was because of that. It was a test and I was sleeping, and I could understand if he hated me in the first place.

When you look at me, those blue eyes get even colder, and evil words come out of those red lips.

She sighed as she sat down in a corner of her garden, brushing her face with her dry hands.

Earlier, she had liked it by herself, saying that she cared about her, but when she actually thought about her thoughts, her eyes seemed to go dark.

As someone who cherished a character in a novel called Irene Uris, my heart has been hurting quite a bit.

She thought she would get recognition if she showed her hard work.

A sigh leaked out at the thought that the first impression was already over.

“Why are you sighing like that?”

Around the time she was pessimistic about her situation, as she lifted her head at the sound of her clear voice in my ears, Pena was staring down at me.

Why are you doing this here, Fena’s eyebrows furrowed as she held a tray of her favorite cookies in one hand.

“I was kicked out.”

“…Yes?”

“He wants me to go there.”

“Oh, are you young lady?”

Actually, Irene never said that, but I grumbled, frowning at her.

I’ve been through her first murder, and I’ve been hurt. She would understand this level of grumbling.

I pursed my lips, and Lopena smiled at the sight, then she sat down gently next to me.

“Can I stay here?”

“Because the lady told me to do what I want to do. There’s nothing to do anyway. I also got cookies.”

Crisp,

After taking a bite of the cookie, Pena hugged her cheek with a happy expression.

I wonder if it’s okay, I’ve tried it a few times, but I just lost my appetite because it was too sweet.

When she looked at Lopena, who was eating the cookie, which looked like it was poured with sugar instead of flour, she smiled slightly.

Her yellow hair tied together, smiling like a child.

Moreover, since Lopena was quite small for her age, she looked just like her little sister.

“Why?”

“Put.”

When Lopena, her cheek sticking out, tilted her head, a laugh broke out involuntarily.

“Eat and tell me, Lopena. I won’t take it away.”

Would you like some milk for her? I asked as I held up her jug lying next to her, and Fena patted her chest and nodded her head.

“Ugh, thank you.”

“…Do you like cookies that much? I couldn’t eat it because it was sweet.”

“I have fond memories of this cookie. I don’t think I’ll get tired of it later.”

“A good memory?”

Come to think of it, Lopena had never talked about herself, so I asked back at this point.

Then, after squinting her eyes for a moment, Lopena opened her mouth.

“Well, it’s not such a great memory. It’s just that I first saw cookies after I first started working at this duke’s residence.”

“Come to think of it, how did you end up working here?”

“There’s no great reason.”

“I’m a little curious though.”

Because Lopena was Irene’s exclusive maid.

If that’s the reason she got to work at her duke’s house, wouldn’t she be curious?

As I stared at Lopena like that, Lopena opened her mouth, swallowing the cookie she was eating.

#

Shoot ah-

I was used to the rain. The cold that seeps through thin clothes, and the skin on the stomach that has already stuck to the bones from starvation for a long time.

Covering my chest with rag-like clothes, I wandered around the dump like that.

When I occasionally find discarded fabric, it makes a great quilt.

Whoop-Whoop-

My body trembled at the thought that it was colder than usual today, perhaps because of the snow mixed with the rain.

I rub my cold palms together to generate heat, and blow the cooled breath on my hands.

Every winter night was a turning point. Even simply breathing, the cold scratching my chest made my nose ache.

Basrock,

“Oh!”

At the sound I heard around me, I ran without looking back. Even if I heard something wrong, I had to act like this.

If she couldn’t respond to sound, she would die in the blink of an eye. The streets of the empire were the streets, and she herself had lived on those streets for years.

There is probably no one who knows as much as he does about how to act in a situation like this.

“…Isn’t it?”

After running for such a long time, it wasn’t until I was out of breath that I looked around.

When I confirmed that there was no one around me, a breath mixed with regret leaked out. I couldn’t bring that blanket with me earlier.

My hands are cold. Feet and body. But what hurts the most is the heart.

As I was hugging my trembling body, I heard a voice in my ear.

“Who are you?”

It was a voice as cold as the chill of winter, so I immediately came to my senses and raised my head.

I flinch at the blue eyes pouring down on me, only then do I realize the identity of the woman standing in front of me.

Because of the dress that wrapped around her body and the rags she was wearing, she was so gorgeous that she couldn’t dare compare it to the dress she was wearing.

No matter how young a girl may look, age has nothing to do with status.

Nobility.

Her body trembled when she remembered her name.

It reminded me of the first time I heard that people treat people’s lives like insects, and if they don’t like them, they cut off their heads.

His eyes went white at the thought that he might die right here.

“Sin, sin, sorry…”

“You look cold.”

When I didn’t even notice the words that came out of my mouth, which shivered more than when I shivered in the cold, I realized the touch of something wrapped around my body.

As I stared blankly at the warm cloth, the cloth through which my body heat passed through as if someone had covered it, the aristocrat standing in front opened his mouth.

“Follow me.”

I don’t really like it when people in my territory are shivering in the cold.

As I said that, I stared blankly at the girl who turned her back indifferently.

I wonder if this is a dream, but the pulled cheek definitely hurts, and the cloth wrapped around me was warmer than anything else.

The blue eyes that were looking at her flickered in front of her eyes.

When I looked up, what I saw was the moon that resembled the eyes, and I moved my steps slowly, like chasing light in the night sea.

The tiny footprints on the muddy dirt road, the traces of that adult girl who probably wasn’t that big of an age gap with me.

I followed as if possessed.

#

“When I went to the duke’s mansion, the first thing they gave me was a cookie. After that, I worked as a lady-in-waiting.”

“…You deserve a cookie.”

“Right?”

After hearing what Lopena said, I stared at Lopena’s face.

I wonder if the reason Pena didn’t tell her last name wasn’t that she didn’t bother to tell her, it was because she didn’t have one.

Because he had the status of a commoner, which is rare in this ducal residence.

I felt that my taste was bitter for some reason. Guilt welled up at the thought of making Lopena say this.

Status was so important in this medieval background that it was a kind of bondage that bound everything in life.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yes? What am I sorry for?”

“You don’t have to tell me. Because I just asked.”

“It’s okay. Well, I think I’ll see you for a long time.”

When I said this while scratching my cheek, Lopena smiled briskly before picking up her cookie.

That casual smile caught my heart, so I looked into space with a wry smile.

By the way, Pena’s story is also a story, but I was also slightly surprised by Irene’s unexpected appearance.

She was used to the appearance of the villain in the novel, and she was also used to the appearance she had seen for a week.

With her willingness to help people in her territory, how could she be called her wicked woman?

“Anyway, that’s surprising. It didn’t look like that to me.”

Looking at Lopena and laughing mischievously to cheer up her sunken mood, she giggled and nodded her head as well.

Since she was the one who listened to what Irene was saying to me, she must have sympathized with me to some extent.

“But, I thought I would see you for a long time. I might be cut off now?”

“Ah, no.”

“Your expression gets worse whenever you see me, but I don’t even know what I did wrong. Maybe I just don’t like it.”

After she sighed, Lopena shook her head, as if telling her not to say such a thing.

“Because it’s not like that. They just don’t know how to express themselves.”

I don’t know how to express it, la.

But that expression of chilling when he saw me seemed like it was because he was in a bad mood no matter how he looked at it.

“Does your lady look like such a bad person? She just said she didn’t like her.”

“…No, it’s not like that.”

At least Irene, whom I watched for a week, was a person who could not be called a villain.

Because she silently did her part, and unlike her cold appearance, she seemed to take good care of the people around me.

When Lopena went to Irene, she always had her cookie in her mouth, so she could tell just by looking at it.

“He is a good man.”

She nodded her head, looking at the once bandaged shoulder blades.

The emotion in Irene’s eyes as she looked at the bandage I had applied was weak, but it was clearly concerned. How could I not have seen

But she just couldn’t express it.

She put the brakes on herself in every action she took, and was always working hard to fulfill her more perfect role as ‘Sogaju’.

In her eyes, am I not filled with spirituality?

Her sudden thought seemed to only add a bitter taste to her mouth, so she ran her hand over her face again.

“Evan.”

But soon my thoughts were scattered, because of a voice coming from behind me. As always, her body stiffened at the cool voice.

The chill ran down her spine, and soon her heart thumped and seemed to sink.

Of course.

As she raised her body from the frustration rising up inside her, she couldn’t bear to lift her head.

Once again, that cold voice flew into my ears and pierced me like an arrow.

“Oh, he was talking about something interesting.”

Where did she start listening?

Perhaps aware that my expression is decaying, that bleak voice rode past me on the wind.

“You think I hate you.”

“……”

“Can you tell me on what basis did you say that?”

At her words, my expression soon hardened.