The Cycle of Fate

Chapter 38: Meeting Mrs. Poalis Again

Outside the administrative officer's mansion, a structure that had been converted from a castle, Lumian walked through the garden to the entrance and addressed the servant stationed there. "I need to speak with Mrs. Poalis."

The servant, dressed in a red jacket and white pants, gave him a wary look and cautiously asked, "What's this about?"

Is this kid here to pull a prank? Am I his target? Lumian snorted, "That's not for you to know." Why would a servant need to know so much? What's your name, your surname, and have you had any children?

The servant hesitated for a moment before deciding it was best to report to the lady of the house and let her decide whether to see this boy.

Lumian waited at the door for a few minutes until the servant returned and said, "The lady will see you in the small parlor."

Lumian was quite familiar with that small parlor. Every time he and his sister had visited the castle, they had been entertained there. So, without needing guidance, he walked directly to the correct room, with the servant now trailing behind him like a follower.

Sitting on a seven-seat sofa in the small parlor, sipping tea and waiting, Lumian eventually saw Mrs. Poalis appear at the door.

The lady was dressed in an elegant black corseted gown, with a matching shawl draped over her shoulders. She wore a slightly tilted small round hat, and a diamond necklace set in gold adorned her chest.

Lumian found her attire somewhat familiar. After a brief reflection, he realized it was the same outfit Mrs. Poalis had worn when she visited his home in the previous loop to "seduce" him.

"Good morning, Mrs. Poalis," he greeted her.

As soon as he spoke, he noticed that the person accompanying Mrs. Poalis wasn't her personal maid, Cassie, but the "midwife" who had died at his hands the day before.

The "midwife" was dressed in a gray-white long dress, her eyes vacant, her expressionless face slightly bluish—exactly how she had appeared when Lumian encountered her in the garden the previous evening, except without the gardening tools.

No personal maid but a "midwife"? This has to be intentional, Lumian thought, unable to suppress a silent grumble.

Mrs. Poalis gave a slight smile and said, "It's closer to noon now."

She then sat down on the single-seat sofa that represented the host, while the "midwife" stood beside her.

"If I haven't had lunch, it's not noon yet," Lumian retorted, trying to sound defiant.

Meanwhile, his heartbeat quickened as he suspected Mrs. Poalis had brought the "midwife" to question him about yesterday's events.

If this went poorly and the three outsiders didn't restart the loop in time, Lumian feared he might soon find himself a "father" for a minute.

Mrs. Poalis glanced at him, her bright eyes shimmering like a rippling lake, carrying an indescribable hint of amusement.

"What is it you wanted to discuss?" Mrs. Poalis asked with a smile.

The "midwife" stood motionless beside her, like a statue.

Lumian decided to be direct. With a serious tone, he said, "Madam, you must have noticed that we are trapped in a time loop."

As he spoke, he kept his eyes fixed on Mrs. Poalis's face, watching for any change in her expression.

If she showed surprise, shock, or confusion, he would immediately follow up with something like, "Haha, just kidding," and then try to gauge her attitude from any unusual reactions before deciding whether to reveal the truth about the time loop.