REBOOT SIENNA

Chapter 23: Live To Sienna Pt.23

She had decided to take revenge on Arya, and the most important thing for that to come to fruition wasn’t amassing power or gathering information. The key was to give up on Carl.

But seeing him that weak again shook her mind. She wondered if she should remain by his side once more to protect him.

Sienna shook her head. It was due to those kinds of thoughts that Arya had been able to take advantage of her so easily. It had been very simple to use Sienna by digging into her admiration for Carl.

Of course, she wondered what power she had by herself, a little girl who would just have the title of empress, but no political power to back it. But if Carl had had just a little bit less to worry about, Arya would not have been able to pull off her plan. Even his recent speculation on the Bluebells had made him vulnerable.

Sienna took her eyes off Carl’s face and sighed deeply, staring at the ceiling.

“At this rate, it seems Aunt Kelly’s mansion will turn into a hospital.”

She had just come up with that joke to get Carl off of her mind, but her words ended up making her feel more depressed.

Roy, as usual, couldn’t be awoken and was still asleep. Since ten days had already passed, she began to worry that there might be something wrong with him. Sienna sometimes stopped by Roy’s room and placed her fingers under his nose to confirm that he was still breathing. Even if he had saved Kelly’s life, the owner of the mansion, and though he was being cared for, what good was all that if he wasn’t going to wake up?

“Even the concerns I have about Priest Roy are enough to make me feel like I’m dying here.”

She looked Carl lying down peacefully. He was sleeping with a relaxed expression on his face. Her heart ached suddenly for him. The peaceful man had looked so distraught before. So, she used her finger to press firmly against his stiff forearm.

The wrinkles of Carl’s brow narrowed, and surprised, Sienna hid her hand.

“Ugh.”

He opened his eyes with a faint moan. Sienna seemed to be flustered and ellated, and she struggled to keep her face calm. When Carl, who had opened his eyes fully, tried to lift himself up with difficulty, Sienna stopped him.

“The wound hasn’t healed yet, so it’s too early to move.”

Sienna gave him a spoonful of the herbal water that had been previously prepared, but he raised himself up and took the glass of water from Sienna’s hand, as if displeased with being treated as a patient, and drank it in a gulp.

“Are you the one who saved my life?”

Carl looked at Sienna with suspicion, trying to understand why she would have saved him.

“If you want to thank someone, please thank Kevin and Robin. Not me.”

“Kevin and Robin?”

Sienna told him that Kevin was the one who found him, and Robin was the one who carried him when he was hurt. Carl nodded and said that he would repay their assistance. Then, he stared at her face and said, “I think I’ve seen you somewhere.”

He took a good look at Sienna’s face and snapped his fingers suddenly when it occurred to him, exclaiming, “You’re that person from the pickled mir shop!”

The truth was that he had remembered her immediately, as soon as he opened his eyes and saw her face.

He remembered her being unsure of the efficacy of the herbs in her hands when she was holding a pair of scissors. As she had held the medicinal herb above his stomach, she had told him, at that moment, that the only person he could trust was her and that he had no choice but to do so. He couldn’t easily forget her bright red hair.