Rebirth Of The Duke's Daughter

Chapter 82

Mila made her way to Ambrose's mansion, feeling a mix of frustration and determination as she eyed his bedroom balcony high above. 'Why does his room have to be at the highest point in the house?' she grumbled inwardly, annoyed by the challenge of reaching it. The thought of him living like some wizard or sorcerer in such a lofty place crossed her mind, adding to her irritation.

Despite her frustration, she found a perch on the balcony railing, her eyes drawn to the moon that cast its soft, reflective glow down upon the world below. The quiet night was interrupted by the sound of the balcony doors opening behind her. Mila turned to see Ambrose stepping out, his face and figure still concealed as always. "You never take those off, do you?" she remarked, not expecting him to respond. She knew he wouldn't be upset by her comment, and in some way, she found comfort in his consistency. 'He may be an oddball, but he always understands.'

Ambrose approached her, placing his palms gently on her cheeks. The warmth of his touch brought a rush of emotions to Mila, emotions she had been trying to hold back. The image of Ambrose's impending death, the reason she had come, suddenly filled her mind, and tears began to spill from her eyes. She hadn't expected to cry, especially not before he had even left for war. "Ah, silly me," she murmured, turning her head away to hide her tears. "I can't believe I'm already like this, and you're not even gone yet."

Without a word, Ambrose pulled her into an embrace. The simple act of kindness broke through Mila's defenses, and she cried even harder, her sobs muffled against his chest. In that quiet moment, they held each other, the weight of unspoken fears and worries pressing down on them both.

Mila finally began to calm down, though she couldn't quite understand why Ambrose had such an emotional effect on her. He seemed to draw out her vulnerability, making her feel weak in a way that was both unsettling and comforting. She wondered if it was pity she felt for him or perhaps a deeper connection rooted in shared pain. Their lives, though different, had been marked by loneliness and neglect. 'Ambrose, what happened to you in your previous life? How did you die?' she wondered, feeling a deep sadness for the life he must have endured.

Realizing she couldn't stay much longer, Mila reluctantly pulled away. "I have to go now," she said softly. But before she could make her usual dramatic exit by jumping off the balcony, Ambrose surprised her by lifting her into his arms. Without hesitation, he jumped down, landing smoothly on the ground thanks to his psychic abilities. Mila marveled at his effortless grace, realizing now why he chose to live in the highest, most secluded part of the mansion.

As Ambrose set her down, Mila looked up at him, still unable to see the face hidden behind the mask. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. Just as she was about to leave, she turned back to face him. "Promise me that you won't get hurt out there, okay?" She knew the request was futile, that war was unpredictable and dangerous, but she needed him to know that someone would be waiting for him to return home.

Ambrose nodded, his response simple but sincere. Mila understood the reality of the situation, but she wanted to believe in the possibility of his safe return, even if the odds were against them.

Waving a final goodbye, Mila returned to her bedroom in the Noble Mansion, feeling emotionally drained from the evening. She lay down on her bed, exhausted from crying, but sleep didn't come easily. She tossed and turned, haunted by the image of Ambrose's death, unable to shake the fear that the war would take him away forever. 'Who would have thought I'd cry this much in this lifetime?' she thought, feeling the weight of her worries pressing down on her. 'I'm too tired now.' With that last thought, she finally drifted into an uneasy sleep, her mind still troubled by the fate that awaited them all.

***

In the dimly lit room, Perry stood by the door, watching his younger brother, Ambrose, who had just been visited by Mila. The silence between them was heavy, filled with the weight of unspoken words and the looming departure to war. "So, I see a girl came to visit you," Perry said, breaking the silence, trying to lighten the mood even as his heart weighed heavy with concern. "Aren't you going to tell her anything? Or write something to her?"