Chapter 78 – Nemesis (1)
The next day, for the first time in a long time, Mason was able to greet a normal morning. It’s been a long time since I didn’t start out with terrible self-loathing or blind anxiety.
Feeling refreshed in bed, Mason immediately got up and made his bed. After she lightly washed her face and changed her clothes, she went downstairs and prepared breakfast.
While putting sausages on the frying pan and breaking eggs into milk, he busily goes to and from the kitchen.
“… Good morning.”
When her breakfast was almost ready, Grace came downstairs, her hair tangled and scattered. Hearing her voice, Mason turned around and couldn’t help but smile.
She stood there blankly for a moment, wondering why she was smiling at herself. Grace soon realized her reason and ran back upstairs.
Soon after tidying up her hair and even washing her face, Grace came downstairs with a shy smile again and hurriedly excused herself.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been alone… When I was alone, I showed it as it is my habit.”
Hearing her flirtatious excuse, Mason waved her hand and sat down at her table to begin her meal. It was a pleasant start to an ordinary morning, which she could start with a small smile.
Mason thought for a moment. She sees Lucia and Cianna at her side now as she smiles and shares breakfast with Grace.
Naturally, strength went into the fork and knife that I picked up in my hand. A future where responsibility is heavy on one’s shoulders and one cannot readily convince oneself of certainty.
“Don’t think too deeply.”
“Yes?”
Grace, who was sitting opposite her, lifted her head as she cut one of her sausages with a knife.
“I think you have too many worries. It won’t work if you just wrap your head before starting.”
Her piercing, golden eyes, reminiscent of birds of prey, looked at Mason.
Suddenly, Mason tried to think of her that she might be able to read her own thoughts.
“There is no need to look surprised. I have good intuition. And, no matter who sees it, it looks like it has a lot of worries.”
Grace shrugged her shoulders and Mason blushed slightly. I think she got caught thinking she was stupid.
Like it or not, Grace continued with a smile as before.
“Don’t worry too much. You have to believe and act that everything will work out.”
It was an all-too-common consolation, but it was the consolation Mason needed.
Even though it was just a simple wish that had no sense of reality yet, she began her meal, holding her heart firmly in her heart that she would definitely achieve it.
After breakfast, and Grace headed back to the cabin, Mason rummaged through her shed for items she hadn’t used in a long time.
A quill, ink, and clean paper.
Mason did not know how to begin her letter, so she pondered for a long time, then, thinking that she could not procrastinate any longer, she forced herself to dip her quill in the ink.
– To Lucia.
It seems like it’s been a while since I wrote you a letter. In the past, we exchanged many letters. I hope the tailor’s busy problems are being resolved. I’m doing fine.
Stop.
Her hand, which was diligently scribbling on a piece of paper, stopped for a moment. After thinking about deleting the last sentence for a while, she started writing again.
Really. You do not have to worry. I’m much better now I’m sorry that I’ve worried you by showing you an unstable side of me.
As I began to write little by little, the time spent filling the room with the rustling of a quill rather than the void of silence soon increased.
It is impossible to express with words that I am sorry. Because we’ve crossed a line that shouldn’t be crossed now.
Mason calmly wrote the sentence.
The reason we did something we shouldn’t have, I think it’s my fault. Since then, you don’t know how many regrets I have every time you’re gone. I hated myself and thought I was dirty. I thought it was disgusting.
I think you suited me in order to somehow catch me like that, to prevent me from making the wrong choice.
Of course, I knew that this was a naive expectation. No matter how hard Mason had been through, he was not an inconsiderate fool. She said that the sins she and Lucia had accomplished were simply not something Mason could do alone.
However, she believed it and decided to bury it. It was the only way she could atone.
I think her sister only showed her embarrassing and embarrassing side rather than what she should have shown.
So,
Now-
Never.
Try to fix it
Won’t weaken
I’ll try to get back to how it was before. You and Siana too.
Don’t force yourself to take the time to come. And finally,
Mason hesitated for a moment, then pressed her quill with force to write her letters.
Watch out for Isabella.
– With love, your sister Mason.
It felt like the negative emotions I had vaguely had were properly materialized only after they were written in a sentence at the end of the letter.
After that, I felt a bit dazed but relieved. It would be an accurate expression to say that there is no sense of reality. Putting the letter in an envelope, sealing it with wax, and heading to the city.
As I listened to the crowd of people through the carriage window, as always, I felt a little bit of a return to reality.
Mason did not head straight to the post office. Unlike her country roads, she walked on well-paved roads, and she took in the sights of the busy streets alone.
I felt strange walking alone in this crowded place.
I was certain that what she had to go through in the future would be difficult. She knew that now, with no idea of Isabella’s purpose or the extent of the malice she could unleash, it would simply be more mentally challenging than any fight she’d ever been through.
However, standing in this scene where countless people come and go, at the same time, she felt that the burden of her worries had eased a little.
She silently walked down the street, feeling an inexplicable depression and feeling a new feeling. Soon she reached the place where her steps stopped, the place she had always wanted to visit, and then she stopped.
In front of the street where the tailor shop, where Lucia was said to work, is located.
She was able to find the place Lucia said without difficulty. Beyond the signboard with large glass so that the mannequins could be clearly seen, colorful clothes, customers, and staff were busily coming and going.
And, among them, Mason, who found Lucia without difficulty, looked at her for a while, then hurriedly moved her steps to her post office.
In front of the post office, in front of the small mailbox, Mason took a breath.
She didn’t have the courage to tell Lucia right now, so she chose to write her letter.
The moment this letter slides down that slope and lands on top of another pile of letters.
Everyone’s relationship with Mason would enter a new phase.
Mason carefully put her letter into her mailbox.
As she felt the sensation of the envelope on her fingertips completely leave her hands, she felt a strange thrill running down her spine.
Familiar, yet unfamiliar feeling after such a long time.
It was a fighting spirit.
The anxiety she felt when she grabbed the sword for the first time, and the excitement she felt when competing with something for the first time in her life.
The fear she felt when she first started training under the sword, and the tightness of her muscles that naturally strained for her swift reaction.
A burning head, a frantic pulse.
Mason felt her long-forgotten feelings, and she moved on with the intention of grabbing her carriage again.
What caught her eye was an old, small beauty salon.
Through the glass window where her wig was displayed, she could see herself, with her hair quite long.
Although she was now a woman full of marriageable age, rather than a strong female knight like before.
As far as her eyes were concerned, she was showing as much spirit as she once glared at swords and spears.
Mason looked at herself in her glass for a moment, but she soon changed her mind and headed to her hair salon.
Some time later, when she heard the bell on the door of the old beauty parlour,
There was a saga that moved her steps with a feeling of ease as much as her lightened hair.
Grace quietly smiled as she headed towards the cabin in the forest.
It was a rare experience to meet such interesting people in this narrow and remote rural village.
Her thoughts first dwell on Mason. She really couldn’t be a person who showed various sides.
At other times, she is in danger of collapsing.
When she faces her fears, she shows her weakness.
A person like Ottogi who somehow manages to stand up.
By her side, she wanted to hear her story, but it was clear that while she seemed to open her heart to herself, she was reluctant to tell her own story.
She must have been deeply hurt before, or that she is usually a cautious person.
For the time being, she thought it would be difficult for her to hear all of her stories, but Grace did not fret.
That’s also true, because it wasn’t just Mason she could hear information from.
Grace scanned the forest floor as she hummed.
The traces made by unfamiliar shoeprints came into my eyes clearly.
When she looked up and followed the trail, the location of her cabin was exactly the same.
Grace moves her steps a little more hastily, and how long has it been since she opens the door of a familiar, old cabin.
Sitting at her table with her arms crossed, her legs crossed, staring at herself.
Sitting there was a woman whose ruthless expression evoked a strange intensity.
“… Are you late?”
The woman smiled mischievously. Like a snake hissing and sticking out her tongue.
Two golden eyes twinkled, reminiscent of Grace’s birds of prey.
“I’m sure they said they were inviting me, but was it the other way around?”
Let’s talk slyly to incite her anger on purpose, and her eyebrows furrow.
“Can we talk?”
Grace couldn’t hide her smile any longer.
Because the current flowing down her body as if burning her body was driving her mad.
