TVRTH [Book 1]

Chapter 133

Revenge (II), Part V

Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

Annie also asked Aria carefully if she thought so. "Shall I take a look?"

Aria nodded and Annie went out to check. Annie shrieked at the unexpected visitor.

"Mr. Cain..."

'Cain?' Aria was surprised. 'Why? He still has a little time to come back.' The face that was looking through the half-open door was really Cain. Now a full-grown man, he was staring at Aria with a grimace.

Cain, who had been staring at Aria for a long time, slowly opened his mouth as she stood firm without saying anything at the appearance of Cain, who she had never thought of.

"... I heard you were in big trouble."

Aria nodded slowly to his question. With that action, the fluffy blanket on her shoulders was knocked down to the floor. Cain looked as if he was distressed and bit his lower lip, looking at a lean body because she couldn't eat properly for a long time.

As Aria stared at him in a strange and mysterious way, Cain, who had been trying to say something several times, soon breathed a deep sigh and turned away.

"... What the hell?"

At Aria's question, Annie couldn't give an answer, cocking her head.

* * *

Because of Cain, who returned early without even telling them, Aria went down to the dining room after a long time. They told her that she didn't have to come down if it was hard for her to do so, but she wondered why he came back so quickly.

As if it were all the same, Mielle, who had been locked up in her room for some time, and the Count, who had been out in the suburbs because the warehouse business had been in full swing, also took a step forward to come. Cain, however, did not give a specific reason why he returned earlier than scheduled.

"I've prepared a new outfit to attend the graduation ceremony, and I feel sorry."

"We'll get together and the ceremony will be done after the speech. It's nothing."

Cain answered with dismay when the Countess said sorry. He had no interest in the Countess, neither in the past nor in the future. It was nothing more or less than a woman his father remarried.

He would soon take over the family after taking lessons in succession, and the tainted family honor would have to be repaid by his actions.

"Mielle, your eyes look swollen, but you haven't been hit by anything, have you?"

"... No, brother."

'Why does Mielle look sicker when she isn't the one who almost got poisoned?' Her swollen eyes and anxious moods were beyond her imagination. She didn't have to be nervous unless she was the culprit.

As she was eating slower than the others, she watched the complexion of the people who were seated. Suddenly, she met the eyes of Cain. She was very familiar with the way he took away his eyes as if he had been caught peeking.

'... Don't tell me.'

She was feeling a little bit ill before, but she wasn't sure that he had come back quickly because he had been worried about her.

'Isn't it an unexpected change to do such extreme behavior, not just thinking or looking at me alone? Even if the blood wasn't mixed, I am your sister.'

The father had taken a prostitute, and the heir coveted his sister. It must be those father and son, not herself and her mother, who really ought to be criticized. At least the Countess did not turn herself into a prostitute.