REBOOT SIENNA

Chapter 8: Live To Sienna Pt.8 (A New Beginning)

It was not yet known whether this was a visionary dream or a return to the past, but the important thing was that she was back in a time before Arya’s revolt had ever occurred.

The terrible thing hadn’t happened yet, and Sienna felt it was all an opportunity.

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Chelsea looked around and took a piece a fabric out of her pocket. There was a crunching sound coming from the crumpled cloth. It seemed like she apparently carried coins wrapped within it.

She put a few silver coins on her palm, and the rest she rewrapped nicely and tightly before she placed the fabric deeply in the confines of her pocket.

“My dear, did you see me hide my money?”

“… Yes.”

She couldn’t see who was watching them while watching Chelsea’s behavior, but Sienna nodded.

“Whew, that’s a relief. There are pickpockets in the capital, so it’s said that if you lose even a little bit of your attention, they’ll steal all your money as well as your undergarments.”

“Pickpocketing? Um… There might as well be some I guess. Where in the world did you hear that?”

“From where did I hear… When you read romances, pickpockets are always showing up. When an innocent family member and a miss go out to the market and get targeted by a pickpocket, a handsome prince will apparently appear to aid. A prince won’t show up for this old woman, so I’ll have to take care of myself and be cautious.”

Chelsea said emphatically with a face full of vigor.

“This is the money you’ll need to buy your dress, so you shouldn’t lose a penny. The Duke has saved a lot of money to make ends meet even with the current financial difficulties…”

“I don’t mind the dress, but…”

“What are you talking about?! A dress is a must-have item! Who knows? At your coming-of-age banquet, there might appear a prince that falls for you, the lady with the beautiful dress.”

“A prince that falls for me…”

Sienna stopped talking as trying to tell Chelsea that her bloated, vain dreams didn’t exist was impossible. She didn’t want to shatter the old woman’s dreams.

“You watch the luggage. I’m going to pay for the carriage.”

“OK, come back soon.”

“You have to keep your luggage safe. This is the kind of place where people snore even when they have their eyes open!”

Chelsea didn’t turn away until after emphasizing her request. They had to pay the usage fees at the transportation company because they had used a horse carriage as transport.

“I’ve got it, so don’t worry and go on your way.”

“Yes. I’ll be right back.”

Sienna burst out laughing when she saw the old woman walking and grumbling as the hem of her skirt fluttered about while she headed for the merchant. Though she is old enough to have a grandson, Chelsea had a quirky and girlish side to her.

“… Am I really eighteen again?”

So far, there had been no sense of reality at all. While talking to Chelsea, it had all seemed like a dream.

“No. Maybe it was all just a nightmare. In fact, the current prince may not be Carl, but someone else, and I may not become the empress either. If it was all just a dream…”