Chapter 120: City of Art


    I almost melted like butter on a sunny afternoon and wet the floor. Barely regained my reason, I managed to release ns lips.


    A-after saying that.


    In fact, I was disappointed, but I pretended to be calm.


    Isnt it too much to say that I dont have toe back?


    I want you to live the life you want.


    n was no longer crying, but his transparent eyes sparkled more moist than ever.


    You are such a beautiful person, and you have already given me full and overflowing happiness.


    Youre beautiful, dont say that.


    So think about it, Melissa. Thats it for me.


    .


    I held my breath for a moment. His eyes looking up close are so deep.


    Sure, Ill think about it.


    And I didnt forget to kiss his shallow dimple. No wonder it tasted lonely.


    Thank you for letting me go.


    Yes.


    As soon as the heat subsided, a bitter reality struck. The dreadful truth that her grand-aunt had passed away, a dreadful truth that could hardly be felt, rang through her head like a pre-emptive sound.


    My grand-aunt died.


    My grand-aunt, who was not very close to me, but was the only rtive in my family who had nomunication with people.


    During the weeks I was left in Arch Hills mansion as a child, I quickly felt happy. The elegant white mansion reflected in my young eyes looked like a pce.


    How lonely is the mansion that lost its owner now?


    Actually, I liked my great-aunt from the beginning. She looked just like the aristocrats I saw in the book. The noble Viscount Josephine.


    My mother always med her, but my grand-aunt was not a scary person, but she was a kind person who was willing to reach out when she asked for help. Now Im thinking, Grandma and Mom probably didnt really hate each other.


    The old fork bo my grand-aunt gave me a few years ago has been reborn as one of my favorite items with Mrs. Kearneys skills. The hat with a beautiful soft sky blue ribbon was very lovely.


    Instead of buying a new autumn hat, I bought a ribbon, and with the money I saved, I bought a poetry book.


    So its all thanks to ribbon that I got to talk to n Leopold for the first time in my life?


    Come to think of it, it seems that the beautiful eyes that look at me now have a color that looks just like this ribbon.


    Melissa.


    Then n, who rose from the chair, hugged me.


    I slipped into his arms in no time. If he had been a littlete, I would have burst into tears.


    Then he said,


    If youe back.


    .


    If you reallye back, I have something to tell you.


    What is it?


    I buried my head in his arms and murmured, and n slipped away from me and replied in a stern tone.


    Youll hear it then. Thats all I can say right now.


    ?


    He approached me as if he was whispering in a soft voice, so I identally brought my ear to his lips.


    Then he turned my face around and kissed me.


    * * *


    n was in charge of leading the business, no matter how small the responsibilities were. He felt sorry for not being able to join my trip to Sourne because of the mountainous work.


    Of course I didnt care at all. Partly because I already knew he couldnt make time for long, but also because I couldnt afford to walk Florin Boulevard with n. It was a little fortunate that he couldnt go with me.


    n told me hed get me a ticket to the Moonlight ship. But when I was told that two weeks was the fastest time to get the ticket, I immediately refused.


    He wanted me to go asfortably as possible to the kingdom, and tried to persuade me because Moonlight was the fastest ship.


    However, in fact, I didnt want to go on a luxury ferry where parties are held every day. Im going to my great-aunts funeral.


    Early morning with a cold wind blowing. It was still dark outside. Before n left the mansion, he kissed my sleeping cheek, and I greeted him in a sleepy voice. It was the start of the day as usual.


    And when the morning waspletely bright, I got up and prepared briefly. The packing was simple and the clothes were simple.


    Because I didnt bring proper winter clothes when I came to the Principality, I wore the mansions overcoat and shawl the simplest and most undecorated thing n had bought but the dress was a crude poplin dress from Sourne. I wore it and decided not to wear a hat.


    When William, the butler, came to pick me up after getting ready, it was only then that I realized that I was going back home. I felt strange.


    Today was the second time I had climbed into a Leopold carriage decorated with arge lion pattern.


    Well, thats the third, including the day I lost consciousness in the snow?


    Its been a while since the weather was nice.


    Yes, it is.


    At Williams words, I pulled up the curtains on the carriage window for the first time. In fact, there was nothing much to talk about with him, and somehow I couldnt sleep because I was nervous, so there was no option left.


    As I wentpletely out of the entrance of the mansion, a thick forest of trees appeared. As I got out of there, the full-scale city of Lunos began to slowly enter my view.


    How do I feel about the street view of Lunos? It was like a fireworks disy in broad daylight.


    The buildings were also very unique, but it was impressive to see people wearing colorful clothes and hairstyles. The clothes with colors and patterns that could not bepared with Sourne, that liked neat and elegant styles, were dazzling.


    On the one hand, I was a little disturbed at the thought of how much attention n Leopold, the brilliant achromatic person in this city, must have drawn. He is as beautiful as the white moon, shining as ck as obsidian.


    No matter how high the temperature ispared to the kingdom, I was already adjusting to the climate here, and I was wearing a lot of shawls inside the carriage, but outside the window was somehow filled with heat. Each and every one looked like firecrackers burning themselves for a sh of light.


    The impression I got when I first saw Monica Elwood at Antress also seems to have been like this.


    A dazed voice burst out of itself.


    Thats why its called the city of art.


    William, who was sitting opposite and wiping the monocle, asked in a neat voice.


    Do you find it difficult?


    Yes,.. Probably. If I had enrolled in the academy, I might have been like a crow in a flock of swans. Well, its not a capital city, so itll be a little less? No matter what.


    Was it fun to see myself muttering silly worries? The old butler, who was solemnly stiffening his expression,ughed.


    Youll definitely like it if you stay a little longer.


    Is that so? I dont know yet. But I think the sunset here is exceptionally beautiful. (Melissa)


    The whole city is like a huge palette. (Melissa)


    Yes, Im sure youll like it. (William)


    Having such a trivial conversation, the carriage took us to the port.


    The winter sea in December that unfolded before my eyes was a darker color than I remembered.


    Please stay here for a moment.


    Yes.


    I replied with a bewitched look at the moored boats swaying gently along the waves.


    There was no huge and brilliant ship like Moonlight, but the vitality and excitement of people and sailors who were busily walking with their own expectations were not much different from the day I left Sourne.


    With a grim face, I quietly inhaled the salty wind and exhaled for a while. I heard urgent footsteps, so I turned around and saw William with a ticket running towards me.


    When I first came to the port, I remembered that I was alone and wandering around, so it was fortunate that Wim was with me.


    Thank you, William.


    Miss, youll be back, right?


    Handing me a ticket, the old butler hinted at it.


    Hell be waiting desperately.


    Unless I dont lose my way back, I wille back.


    Then I hope you dont lost your way. Because I dont see any hope except that youve simply packed your luggage.


    Youre saying something funny.


    Iughed against the sea breeze. The white breath flew out into the air.


    The only season when one can see the shape of their breath. In the middle of winter, I suddenly felt more joyous than the month of August.


    * * *


    Like the white snow...


    When I arrived at Arch Hill, my great-aunts funeral was long over. It was natural.


    She has gone home in peace.


    Yes.


    Mrs. Hugh and I stood side by side in front of my great-aunts grave.


    Im sure shell be happy that you are here. It must have been hard on your way here.


    .


    Of course it wasnt easy. I had to spend more than two weeks on the shipa little dyed due to operational problemsand I was born with the worst motion sickness before I was able to figure out how shabby my time there waspared to Moonlight.


    Is it fortunate that I didnt have any time to be bored because I brought the trantion of novel <Fugitive> in Lunoan and a notebook?


    But Im so d Mrs. Hugh is still here.


    I see. I have less than a few days before I leave this ce.


    It is said that the mansion was handed over to the great-aunts younger brother. Probably a cousin.


    As soon as the great-aunts funeral was over, all the few servants left, and Mrs. Hugh was left alone to clean up the mansion. She said she was about to leave for a new job in a few days when the new owner arrived.


    So I, who came without contacting her, was very lucky to be able to meet Mrs. Hugh.


    My conversation with Mrs. Hugh was still awkward, and I was worried that she might ask me if I found love across the sea, but fortunately it didnt happen.


    We prayed for my great-aunt, looked back at the mansion together, and blessed each others future. After that, there was nothing left to do.


    So I decided to get on the carriage diligently. It was to head to Pi.


    This.


    However, Mrs. Hugh, who was seeing me off, handed me a small box wrapped in blue velvet.


    Its from the Viscountess.


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