Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

"... if Lady Mielle had done well from the beginning what I had told you, this would never have happened!"

If Mielle had dealt Aria well, the Crown Prince would not have turned his eyes on her, and this work would not have gone wrong like this, and Isis answered sharply,

"I shouldn't have followed you... you ruined us all!" said Mielle, with her eyes full of tears, as if she could not hear Isis's words. She seemed to be insane. It had been repeated for days, and it was not new.

"... shut up!"

Nevertheless, Isis, who could not bear it, shouted, because she was not in good condition. She had waited for a lawyer, feeling her blood cooling in the situation that everything ran according to the scheme of the Crown Prince, but no one visited Isis.

No, she could not find anyone, because all those who had gone along with her had already been in the same situation. Moreover, like all other nobles, she had been taken all her property. So she sat down like a broken doll and fell into frustration with an unknown depth. But she suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Mielle."

Looking up, there stood Aria, who could be considered the root of all this. She was now as beautiful as an angel from heaven, wearing a bright dress that was not available to Isis and Mielle. Even though she was a woman who had made her fell to hell, at her absolute beauty she was speechless. The rudeness and shame that she had never felt before penetrated her whole body.

'Why? She is a woman of humble origin, but why is she so beautiful? It should be the woman who feels this feeling, but why am I…?'

"Are you okay?"

"…!"

Mielle freaked out and screamed silently in the friendly tone of Aria. It was as if she had seen a reaper.

"How poor you are… You've been hurt a lot."

It was definitely a voice of concern, but because she couldn't know the inside of it, Mielle had a great fear.

"You don't have to worry now. How can I leave my only sister like this?"

Aria smiled and beckoned to the knight who accompanied her. He held the key in his hand to unlock the prison's hard cage.

"I want to get you out of here right now, but I can't do it until the sentence is made, because you committed a crime…"

'Then, what's the key in his hand?' Miele's uneasy gaze turned to the key, and Aria smiled and replied,

"I'm here today because I've been worried about how you're doing. How about drinking tea together?"

As soon as Aria was finished, the door of the prison opened and a knight came in even if Mielle didn't approve. No, Miele's permission was not needed. Now she had no choice because she lost all such power and status.

"Tea, tea…?"

Mielle was embarrassed and asked, as Aria suddenly said to drink tea with her, but Aria did not answer and walked out. Miele was taken by the knight, frightened like a cattle being taken to a slaughterhouse.

"Where the hell are you taking me…?" She shouted but no voice came back. The leading Aria just walked elegantly and steadily, as if nothing was heard.

'Perhaps…! Will you cut my head, though you said you would drink tea with me…?' She was dragged away, struggling with fear, but she, fortunately, arrived in the lounge, not the execution stand. As if prepared in advance, there were steaming hot tea, cookies, and fruits. Aria, first sitting on a soft and fluffy sofa, pointed to the other side and said tenderly,

"Why are you so pale, Mielle? Do you think I am going to harm you?"

Her long, rich eyelashes flickered like a tiny bird winged. The green eyes beneath them had the intention to do nothing.

"I don't know why you're so scared. Think about when I did you harm." Aria said again. It was the face that gently smiled and asked her sister's health.

'What the hell are you doing?' Nevertheless, Mielle, who did not let her guard down, sat carefully. Her mouth was still shut.

Aria took a sip of tea and asked again, "Think about it."

"… I don't know what you ask me to think."

As Aria's question continued, Mielle could not grasp her intention and said so, so Aria explained with a friendly face. "When did I harm you? You are so scared, and I am curious. I just went over when you tried to make a carriage accident with Emma. Nevertheless, I gave you a necklace to relax."

"…!"

'What…?' As Aria suddenly took out her past fault, Miele stupidly hardened with no reaction.

Then, Aria made her look back her past again, with a little more kindness. "Obviously I invited you to my birthday, but you lied that you weren't invited and put me to shame in front of the ladies."

Aria smiled and said, "I was really surprised at that time." It was when she had first invited ladies to a party in the indoor garden. Mielle had deliberately attempted to insult Aria in front of everyone, who pretended to be good, as she hadn't shown up on the pretext of illness.

'It's been a while, and it wasn't a big deal, so I forgot... but you remember it. And soon afterward, Oscar came to visit and she was so angry with jealousy. So I forgot.'

"And even when you poisoned my tea, you didn't get punished for anything else, did you? It's you who really abetted it."

'You all knew that…? Poison. The poison Emma was sacrificed. The case that the stupid Berry betrayed and everything ruined! If only Berry had done well, it would have succeeded, but she ruined everything like a commoner who could not deceive her origin. If Berry had succeeded then, I wouldn't have been in this situation. And Emma also… would have lived by my side.' Mielle thought it was fine over time, but when she recalled Emma, ​​her eyes became hot. She was ridiculously the only one who had been on her side and had disappeared by the execution.

Her emotions were filled with a complex mind. Aria, who checked the wet eyes of Mielle, returned to her first question and asked again, "Think about. What did I do when you hurt me? Did I retaliate?"

"…"

Mielle finally understood Aria's question and took a glance.

'Revenge? No. you didn't. All my attempts failed and I was put to shame, but you did not execute revenge or you didn't do the same. I was just judged by the law as it was set.'

"Or did I say something harsh to you?"

"…"

It wasn't either. Even though there was a grumbling nuance, she did not blame, curse, or cry. Mielle just remembered that Aria had passed them over quietly. She had always felt bad alone.

"Did I really act like a wicked woman of a rumor?"

"…"

It wasn't either. At some point, she had looked right like a real aristocrat and had not been abusive to anyone. On the contrary, she had made a strong relationship with the servants of the mansion and created new forces.

Of course, it had been all built up to destroy Mielle thoroughly, but Mielle was embarrassed to hear Aria because Mielle did not know Aria's inside.

"The case of pushing father off the stairs was so big that I couldn't help, but I didn't revenge or payback, using it."

As Aria mentioned that far, the shocked face of Mielle became pale. She had been trapped in her own way, as she said, but hadn't been hurt at all. Besides, she had insulted Aria as a wicked woman many times, but in fact, it was all fabricated.

'The wicked woman who acted as if rumors spread all over in public...'

As soon as Mielle's complexion became pale as if she were about to fail, Aria reached out. With a small table in between, her hand reached out to Mielle's cheek.

"Mielle, are you all right? Your face is pale... Do you want me to call a doctor?"

She started to pull back, suddenly touched by her hand, and then stopped her moving, slowly shaking her head, in her anxiously warm tone. It was so tender to such an extent as to forget her origin.

"I'm glad if so. I was so happy to have a younger sister, but it hurt me as you kept misunderstanding."

'Is this true? No matter how I look back on the past, I just tried to hurt you.'

At her suspicious eyes, Aria continued, "So you don't have to be so wary, and although we aren't affectionate sisters, I don't want to abandon you who became my younger sister, and I came to save you."