Chapter 58

Episode 58

Translator : Missme  Editor : Aru

‘Well, the market is close anyway.’

I went with good faith.

It was true that Sir Davery, who had to follow me wherever I went, seemed to be running out of personal time recently.

I came out to the market with two people.

“It’s lively.”

The long line of stalls was lively and noisy, with many people at one glance.

I nodded silently, as if in agreement with Sir Davery’s appreciation.

‘There are already quite a few people out there watching.’

The harvest festival in honour of the year’s abundance was a big event. In terms of size alone, it stood shoulder to shoulder with the National Foundation Festival in spring.

Maybe that’s why I saw quite a few people who came out to play in the festive mood in advance, even before the date was fully set.

“Where shall we go first?”

“Well, I don’t really care, so stop by the nearest place first in order of distance. Is the weapons store the closest from here?”

“Lady.”

“Why?”

“You have no romance.”

“…….?”

What romance all of a sudden?

“Look at this street. Can’t you feel anything?”

“There’s a lot of people. The stalls, too.”

“And it’s full of energy. It’s the street to celebrate the festival.”

“And?”

“No matter how many things we came out to buy, wouldn’t it not be a courtesy to this bright and exciting street to only really buy things?”

What is he talking about?

Bessie clapped her hands on the side at the sudden argument.

“That’s right!”

Then she helped as if she had waited only for this moment.

“It’s too bad you know since you’re here and there are so many things to see, why don’t you take your time and look around?”

I blinked and looked at the two alternately.

Soon after, there was something easy to pinpoint.

“…when did you two join hands with each other?”

“Oh, what are you guessing?”

“You know what I mean. Somehow, this was the real purpose from the beginning.”

It occurred to me that Sir Davery, in the mansion, appeared at a very coincidental time and intervened.

I thought it was an exquisite coincidence, but now I think it wasn’t a coincidence.

He was trying to get me on the market in advance.

As I looked closely at him with my arms folded as if I had noticed, Sir Davery and Bessie looked into each other’s eyes, and soon admitted in a gentle manner.

“Was it obvious?”

“Should I say it clearly?”

“My dear lady, it’s all for you. I’m just being honest with you, but please forget everything else today and just relax and concentrate on watching the festival.”

“Huh?”

I blinked my eyes.

Bessie suddenly grabbed my hand and said,

Even when I listened with one ear, Bessie’s words that were deeply worried and concerning, so I had no choice but to be silent on my own.

“What the hell is that all of a sudden….?”

“Do you think we didn’t know? You haven’t been feeling well lately and how bad your complexion was these days.”

“Huh?”

‘Me?’

No, it was technically a bad situation. What was just embarrassing was the fact that I was making an outward sign of it. I stammered for a moment and said the same thing as Sir Davery.

“Was it obvious?”

“I mean that, of course. Oh, my lady, what can I do to make your suffering heart relaxed?”

“That…”

“Lucas should be the one who’s suffering.”

When asked why I looked so bad, I was looking for a plausible excuse.

But I didn’t have to be.

Instead of asking me why Bessie poured out a cool cursing at the dead one.

I was fascinated by the splendid speech that was as good as the butler, and I soon realized and stopped her.

“Stop it, Bessie, look around.”

I was actually looking.

Bessie stopped the feast of cursing in the stinging gaze and grumbled instead.

“Oh, really, it’s just a pity that he’s already dead. You shouldn’t have let him be fine.”

“Um…”

‘Did being dead is fine?’

Maybe it’s because he was stabbed to death.

“For no reason, our lady is suffering because of that bastard, and you’re still upset about it. So, today letting it go for a while is good?”

I had nothing to say.

To be honest, the reason for my disarray these days was that most, no, actually, is because of Ash, but since I couldn’t tell it as it was, I equivocate with an answer.

Sir Davery stepped in and patted Bessie on the shoulder.

“Calm down, Bessie, because we’re here anyway. Should we make her feel better?”

“That’s right, lady. What do you want to see first? During this period, the street sells cotton candy using magic tools.”

Bessie stared at me with her eyes burning with enthusiasm.

It seemed unlikely that it would work to say that it’s all right and that there’s nothing to care about it.

I ended up failing to decline and decided to take a brief look at the whole market.

“Hey, look at that. There’s an event where you get a doll if you get a dart. What do you think of that doll?”

“Yes, it’s pretty.”

“I’ll get it for you.”

And what I learned from this situation, Bessie was quite versatile.

I spoke to Sir Davery while watching him turn the merchant’s face blue with his amazing dart skills.

“Sir.”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Does my complexion look that bad these days?”

“Well… you seemed to have a lot of thoughts.”

This time I suddenly remembered what Sir Davery had said in the last carriage.

“If you have someone you like, you can talk to me.’

In that respect, his sense is better than others.

Sharp and precise.

‘…….I’ll have to be careful not to get caught.’

I swallowed dry saliva secretly.

I think it’s better not to get as close as possible to Ash when Sir Davery is next to me.

Just in case, I need to practice facial expressions.

I was thinking about it, and Bessie, who had already got the doll as she said, returned with a bright walk.

“Here you go, lady.”

“Wow, thank you.”

In fact, it was more fun to see Bessi’s triumphant face than the doll.

‘Anyways, thanks for trying for me.’

As expected, I should focus on my facial expressions and not cause this kind of concern from now on.

It was when I wandered around the market to some extent.

When I felt like my legs were starting to hurt, the child, who seemed to barely reach my waist, grabbed me by the hem of my dress and begged me.

“Go to the fortune-teller stall.”

“Fortune-teller?”

“Let me solve your life’s problems. It’s very good.”

The little child murmured what he must have memorized. When I looked over the child, I saw a cloth.

“It looks like it’s a fortune-teller’s tent. At times like this, there’s at least one. Would you like to stop by?”

“Well, shall we?”

I nodded, not thinking long.

Just in time, I felt my legs hurt, and the fortune-teller stall was sitting down, and there was no reason to refuse.

I made eye contact with the child before heading for the tent.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s Marie.”

“Yes, Marie, I’m seeing the fortune-teller because of you, so don’t forget to take care of your life later.”

“Yes.”

I patted the child’s head lightly and moved my steps.

“Lady, I’ve never gone to a fortune-teller before.”

“Really?”

“How about you?”

“I don’t know…”

‘I realized that this is my first time seeing a fortune-teller in this life.’

In my previous life, I used to see tarot cards whenever I went downtown.

‘Is it similar here?’

“I hope it’s fun anyway. Let’s go in.”

The inside of the tent was wider and brighter than I thought.

A grey-haired old woman sat with several statues hanging behind her back.

“Welcome. This is a precious guest. As the child said, I’ll read your future for you.”

“Did you hear what the child said?”

“I need to have good ears to do business. Have a seat, anyway.”

The old woman did not seem to be particularly demeaned, for the sake of the precious guest.

I sat in front of the old woman, with some strange feeling, alongside Bessie.

“There, you sit too.”

“I feel comfortable standing up.”

“I have something to tell you. Sit down.”

And in the end, three of us sat down, including Sir Davery.

As soon as the old woman did, she looked at Bessie and opened her mouth.

“Well, you’ll have a good relationship sooner or later.”

“What? A good relationship?”

“Man, man.”

“Oh my!”

Bessie covered her mouth with surprise and shook my hand.

“How old am I?”

“Is age important? As long as you didn’t get married. They say that even if there is no wife or husband, an old person could form relationships only by making eye contact with each other.”

“Ay, but…….”

“It’s a younger man, a younger man.”

“Can you tell me a little more about that?”

But the old woman sadly cut off the conversation there and this time looked back at Sir Davery.

“I told you to sit down because I wanted to compliment you.”

“Yes?”

“You’re very good at deceiving yourself. That’s what you’re doing.”

Sir Davery blinked. He seems to have no idea what the old-woman means.

The old woman continued to talk as if she were going her own way, regardless of her opponent’s reaction.

“You’re fooling yourself. To the end of the last. You don’t even know how to be fooled. It’s the one and only beneficial thing for you.”

“Hey, if you really didn’t want me to know, shouldn’t you have not told me that?”

“Is that so?”

The old woman snorted with laughter.

It was a queer old woman. Should I say she’s a good talker?

The atmosphere in the tent seemed to move about in accordance with her intentions.

As she said earlier, the old woman must be a good businessman.

Then the old woman’s wrinkled face finally turned to me.

It was the last order.