TVRTH [Book 1]

Chapter 58

Poor Little Lamb Falls Into The Hands Of A Wicked Woman, Part VIII

Translator: Khan

Editor: SootyOwl

But, he couldn't answer that way.

'Why? Why?'

Maybe it was because he had looked into Aria's eyes, which had been expecting a little bit more. He didn't want to disappoint her despite the inconvenience. In addition, Oscar also wanted to have a little time to converse with Aria.

"I've been lonely lately because I've been eating alone in the dining hall. My father was not here, my mother was busy, and Mielle... didn't come down because she was sick. I'm happy because I think it's going to be quite noisy today."

Aria was smiling with joy, and he was clearly enraptured by her eyes. The extent that she had grown up from a child to a mature girl while he had not seen her was enough to make Oscar's heart tremble.

Seeing how much she had liked his answer made him want to return only in the morning, but he couldn't. He had to attend an early-morning class, so he couldn't delay.

As he agonized over what to say about the cut-off conversation, Oscar's eyes fell on Aria's dress. It was the dress he had given her.

He wished he had sent her a more luxurious dress. It wasn't a cheap dress, but it wasn't even the dress he had picked as his favorite. It was just a modest dress as a thank you. Somehow, he regretted that. Nevertheless, the dress seemed as if it was the only beautiful and noble thing in the world, benefiting from Aria's colorful appearance. It was truly amazing.

"You look great in the dress."

Even though he was not the type to say this, he could not help but praise Aria for her beauty. He was worried that she might think him strange, but she just seemed glad to be praised.

"I'm just glad you said that."

Aria's eyelids, slowly blinking, were like the wings of a butterfly, and the drawing of her lips looked very sexy. He felt something indescribable. He was often speechless because she looked more beautiful than when he thought about her alone.

Oscar swallowed loudly. He drank tea several times to relieve his thirst, but his mouth was dry. What he was doing felt special even though the conversation didn't drift off from topics like the weather getting cold or if his classes were difficult or not. Time went by in a flash.

"I'll see you again at dinner time."

Oscar nodded silently. The reason he wasn't rude, though, was that his expression was completely at ease, and his eyes only pursued Aria.

Aria, smiling like the Sun, left him, leaving a gentle air lingering behind her. It was like a mirage. He tried to reach out and hold it, but Aria had already disappeared.

'What the hell is this feeling...?'

His heart throbbed. The flow of time was strange, and his brain, which had always been praised for its brilliance, did not function properly. Oscar stared down at his empty hands for a while in the quiet indoor garden empty of people.

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Of course, the focus of the dinner was Mielle.

It had been the same, originally, but it was all the more so because of the man named Lane who had come with the count. He paid a great deal of attention to Mielle and asked her many questions.

"I've heard that you've given advice to the count several times. You're still young, so how did you acquire that vast amount of knowledge?"

"That vast amount of knowledge? I just picked it up here and there," Mielle responded shyly as her cheeks turned slightly red.