Volume 13 - CH 4

The mistletoe pattern that glowed in Lydia’s hands exuded a brilliant silver light.  

Even if this new pocket watch’s writing on the surface could only be clearly seen under the candle light, the wooden engraved decorative patterns on top was also beautiful charm against evil spirits, so Edgar would surely like it.

Lydia had been worried about the pocket watch that had fallen into the pond a few days ago and therefore, she thought of it as an engagement gift for Edgar. 

Although Lydia hurriedly went to the pocket watch shop and managed to buy one, when she carefully thought about it again, she felt as if she was still unable to give the gift to him. 

And there would be no meaning whatsoever to give it to him before “Lydia’s” appearance could be recovered. 

However, she did not know when she would be able to return back to her original appearance. Perhaps she won’t be able to come back again. 

There hadn’t been any progress, and she couldn’t think up of any good ways. It seemed like it was another day wasted, and the sound of rain made Lydia increasingly depressed. 

The rain that had fallen since dusk became increasingly violent as it beat against the window. Occasionally, there had been strange flashes in the distant sky. Recalling the thunderstorm that she came across during the tea party, Lydia’s mood became even more depressed. Fortunately, the thunderstorm was only heard from a vague distance, so even if she was alone now, she wasn’t particularly afraid. 

The sounds of the clock in the hall chiming blended in with the sound of the rain, signalling the approach of late evening. 

Edgar still hadn’t returned. Lydia wasn’t prepared to rest, thus she quietly waited in her own guest room. 

Lately, she had not seen Edgar’s figure. The mansion was quite extensive, and he was always running errands. Even if not being able to meet was quite normal, Lydia felt a lot of pain. 

Lydia thought that even if she took a glance and if possible, she also wanted to tell him “good night”. Therefore, she hadn’t changed her clothes and was like this, waiting all along. 

Because she carefully tried to listen to the rain, and tried to discern the sound of the carriage, she pretended to occasionally just pass by in the hall.  With that, she felt she’d be able to see him for sure. 

However, he still had not seemed to come home yet. 

Lydia stood up, determined. 

Holding a candle light in one hand, she left the room, went towards the depths of the corridor, and walked up the private stairwell. 

When Edgar brought her here, it was only a few days ago, but to Lydia it felt like it was so long ago.  

Lydia thought as she opened the door to the bedchamber.

Within the dark, the distinct light blue blended, like the feeling of being lured into the sea. Lydia entered the room, placed the candlestick on the table and slowly looked around. 

“Will I be able to live here?”

Before when she stood in front of Edgar, she felt endlessly shy and so was not able to reveal her happy emotions so straightforwardly.  

As she looked around the room, she unknowingly began to feel excited; in her heart, she even began to look forward to getting married soon now but even then, she just wasn’t able to change such feelings into words. However, it was her sincere hope to somehow at least convey these special feelings to Edgar.  

Lydia went to the front of the chest.

She opened the uppermost drawer, and quietly put the silver watch inside. 

Perhaps I’ll never be able to set foot in here again. She hated herself for having that kind of thought, and was slowly unable to leave the room, simply gazing at the pocket watch. 

When the rainy conditions became worse, Edgar returned to the mansion. 

He had been sitting in the frequented club for a long time and thinking about what Patrick said the whole time. 

Were Liz and Ulysses in correspondence?

Ulysses was a person who used the Unseelie court as servants.

But, Patrick said that it really wasn’t a goblin or some small fairy lingering by Liz’s side, but rather it was a fairy with stronger power.  

In the moment that Patrick and the fairy saw each other, its presence faded away. 

Although he didn’t see it clearly, it seemed to be a powerful fairy who could transform into a human appearance.

Was Liz aware that there was an Unseelie Court following her side?

She didn’t seem to be a person who was good at lying, or was she putting on an act?

Within the hall in the dead of night, Edgar set foot on the stairs, and went directly to his room.  

If Liz seriously knew Lydia’s whereabouts, he would do anything to make her tell. But Edgar did not trust Patrick at all. If he wasn’t able to first determine whether or not Liz was a friend or foe in this situation, he didn’t have the confidence to thoroughly force any interrogation on her.  

If by any chance she arbitrarily asserted that she was not related with Lydia, so as a result any clue couldn’t be obtained, was he willing to become a villain? 

But once he started to press for an answer, he couldn’t stop midway. In order to be resolute, Edgar required a little more time to consider things again. 

(Earl, you don’t seem well.)

He soon saw the decoration of flowers in the corridor floating in the air. 

“You know the reason, Coblynau.” 

Edgar sighed heavily and said that at the same time.

(You mean the matter with Miss Lydia? Hehe, then let me bring your spirits up.) 

“Please leave that for next time. ” 

He had no intention to stop and walked straight past the vase. 

(Why don’t you go to the master bedroom and take a look?) 

Edgar was unconsciously startled. When looking back, the flower had already fallen down on the floor. Coblynau seemed to have disappeared. 

What’s in the master bedroom? 

Edgar broke into a run without thinking about another thought. 

If he had calmed down, then he would have realized that it was simply impossible, yet he thought that it was Lydia who had returned.

That was his and Lydia’s room. He believed that it was impossible for another person to go in.

As he quickly opened the door, he saw a swaying person’s figure waiting in a dark corner. The room only had a candlelight, thus it was hard to avoid regarding the person’s figure as Lydia.

“Lydia...” 

He ran over and embraced her.

Her slim shoulders and rigid body due to being at a complete loss, that was the Lydia that he knew. 

He was unable to maintain his self-control and kissed her. For as long as his lips had been kissing hers so anxiously, Lydia also firmly kept her lips sealed against his, not responding the least bit, and thus compelled to keep the same attitude.  

Edgar called her name over and over again. 

He even felt that her hair had the fragrance of chamomile.

But when she slightly moved the surface of her body so as to face the candlelight, the light shined on her and Edgar was shocked.

He didn’t need to move away from her in order to immediately confirm;  standing there wasn’t the caramel color-haired Lydia, rather it was a young girl with brunette hair.  

Edgar slowly left Liz, who was gazing at him.

“Why.... are you here…..”

Liz, with a look of disappointment, lowered her eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I thought you were Lydia.” 

Feeling as if he were suddenly pushed into prison, Edgar leaned on the walls, exhausted. 

“Um, I......” 

“If you’re angry, then slap me.”

She still hung her head, not raising her hand to slap him, nor planning to leave.

Edgar started to feel very anxious. He knew perfectly well that the one to be admitting any mistake is him, that he was the one to commit wrong, yet he could not tolerate Liz staying in there.

“If you don’t want to hit me, then can I ask you to get out?” 

This time she looked up surprised.  

“This is the room prepared for Lydia.” 

Although she nodded to him, she wanted to approach Edgar. 

In order to stop her, Edgar spoke. 

“I’m sorry, please forget what happened just now, the person I embraced was Lydia.”

Liz stopped and was silent for a moment, apparently unharmed, and spoke with a firm tone. 

“Then let us regard it as such.”