TVRTH [Book 1]

Chapter 114

The Future Different From The Past, Part XX

Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

"Oh my God, is that one of the attendees?"

"Maybe so?"

"I guess he was here to deliver the gift he hadn't delivered on your birthday."

"I wished he would have revealed his name even though it was late..."

But wouldn't Mielle know the name of the man who had given this brooch? The mere look of her pale face revealed it. It had such a similar atmosphere to Mielle's brooch, which she was carrying on her chest every day.

"... It's pretty." The bright energy faded from her face when Mielle checked the brooch. Her subsequent meal seemed to be going wrong smoothly. Mielle, who left more than half of her food, got up from her seat first, making an excuse that she was not feeling well.

The countess asked with a worried look, "Do you want me to call a doctor?"

"No, I think I'll be fine with a little rest. I guess it's because I'm tired."

"Emma, I hope you take good care of Mielle just in case."

"Yes, I see."

As soon as the count's permission fell, Mielle, who hurried to her room, said to Emma, who was about to follow her into the room,

"Just leave me alone for a second."

"... Yes, miss."

Since that was Mielle's first order after a long time, Emma hurriedly looked around to see if anyone was present. A moment later, with the sound of something breaking in the room, Mielle's screams came and Emma closed her eyes.

"Miss..."

Worried about Mielle in such a panicky mood, Emma entered the room with caution as soon as the room became quiet. Then, she hurriedly checked Mielle's condition. As usual, there was not a scratch on Mielle's skin and silky hair. So she began to put away the broken pieces first after being reassured.

"Emma..." By the time she was almost done, Mielle, who was quietly sitting on the sofa called Emma's name.

Emma, who gathered the pieces together, approached Mielle. "Yes, miss."

"What do I have to do? I'm in a very bad mood."

It had been obviously an upsetting affair. It would have caused great anger for an ordinary woman, but what was from Mielle's mouth was that she was in a very bad mood. Mielle was a child who had to hide herself and had to blow off her anger.

Emma consoled her with her painful heart. "You're about to be the duchess, so let your anger go. I'll take care of the wicked prostitute's daughter."

"Emma..." Despite Emma's consolation, however, Mielle could not ease her anger. It had been two years since the filthy girl had come into the family of Count Roscent, and Aria still carried her head up.

And somehow, it seemed that Aria had stolen Oscar's heart. It had been unusual from the first meeting, but as the days and years had passed, something that had been worth worrying about had happened. For example, Oscar had taken the girl's handkerchief first, or he had visited Aria on her birthday. Most of all, from time to time he had paid his attention to the wicked girl with a dumbfounded look.

'And the brooch...'

No one would have been able to make such a brooch if it hadn't been for Oscar. The design and atmosphere resembled that of her brooch. The brooch seemed to fit in much more naturally than the brooch she had.