mtlumby2d Chapter 544 Please Sorrow
Chapter 544 Please Sorrow
"Mentioning Lilith isn't an excuse for me to talk to you. No one wants to mention her these days. Although it's not as big a fuss as Zephirion's, even I feel like I've been left behind, and it's a really uncomfortable feeling.
My writing skills are limited, and it's hard to describe my feelings in words. Of course, this may be due to the influence of the newborn baby. It turns out that the child needs to feed so many times a day. I haven't slept a full night in a long time. I feel like I'm sleepwalking every day... You haven't met my daughter yet, right? I really hope to bring her to meet you.
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I'm off topic again, please forgive me. I've been working so much that this letter has been written in fits and starts, and it's been sitting on my desk for over two weeks. I don't know how to describe it, and I don't know if you'll read it.
But I want to talk to you about Lilith."
Giselle held her breath again, praying that the writing below would not be buried by the stain again.
"...I know Lilith has long said she doesn't want to face separation, but because I understand her, I always find it hard to accept.
That's why I'm telling you about my daughter. Of course, she's really cute! But the child doesn't have a name yet.
In human customs, we usually invite the most respected elders to give names to newborn children, or directly name them after ancestors as a blessing and commemoration.
Perhaps you don't know that Lilith once promised me that she would give me the surname Bishop, and I hope that she will also give my future child a name. Dear Fustwin, do you think Lilith would be a person who would speak out of turn?
Of course not! —Gichel answered in her heart.
"...Ever since the birth of my child, I seem to always be talking about Lilith. I always feel that she will appear again. Elrohir said that I missed her too much, and I had a big fight with him because of this. Yes, there is no evidence to prove my suspicion. I think only you can understand my feelings.
...My thoughts are very messy, and my handwriting is also messy. I apologize to you again. You know I hate writing, and I have always hated it.
So I still want to talk to you in person. The next alliance meeting will be held in Blackstone. You haven't shown up in a long time. I hope you can attend this time. I just hope to talk with you and relieve the confusion in my heart. As an old friend, I sincerely implore you.
The content of the letter ends here.
The last bit of writing on the parchment that was not covered by the stain had been read, but Giselle felt as if he was nailed to the spot.
The words "Do you think Lilith has really left?" were like a physical hammer, striking repeatedly in her mind, stirring up a deafening echo that spanned a thousand years.
The chamber was deadly silent. It took a long time for Giselle to finally straighten up. She looked at the end of the letter. There was no date, so it was clearly unfinished. Mistress Fustwin...didn't go to Blackstone after all? It wasn't just her; perhaps Mistress Zora herself didn't make the trip either...
Had Lady Zora already noticed something was amiss and wanted to communicate with Lady Fustwin? It turned out that while she was still teaching in Goletia, someone more perceptive had already noticed something was amiss.
Unfortunately... too many things happened in that chaotic era. By the time she and her people began to break away from the Elf Forest, the queen had already passed away.
She gently brushed the unsent letter, and the rotten debris stained her fingers. The thoughts from a thousand years ago were lost in the darkness of the room, and were not touched until today. Giselle stood still for a moment, turned around and walked out.
……
There were no more useful clues in the study, so Giselle followed the same path she had come from, ready to find the little princess and leave together.
"—Miss Taylor? Miss Taylor!"
But unexpectedly, something unexpected happened.
While walking through the garden in front of the palace, she suddenly heard a stranger calling her from behind. Giselle's heart skipped a beat when she realized it was someone calling her. She didn't even turn her head, but walked forward faster, pretending not to hear.
But the footsteps behind her were very persistent, and finally caught up with her using the parallel path.
"—Miss Taylor! Why, you walk so fast!"
A man stood in front of Giselle and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
These short legs are really disappointing! — The sudden change made Giselle flash with murderous intent. She lowered her eyes to survey the surroundings, her hand silently touching the hilt of the sword at her waist, cautiously keeping silent.
"Miss Taylor, don't you remember me? My last name is Garcia, and I was invited to a party given by your father."
The man didn't seem to mind "Miss Taylor's" indifference and introduced himself enthusiastically.
As soon as these words came out, Jichel's heart was alarmed. Was he and this person old acquaintances? Jichel began to look for a hidden place around, considering how to get rid of this guy.
The middle-aged man in front of her had a well-groomed goatee and his smiling eyes were filled with shrewd calculations, but he thought the young girl across from him couldn't see it. He asked with concern, "Has your mother, Earl Taylor, entered the palace?"
What, what? —Gichel suddenly felt a headache when she heard this. Could she be so unlucky as to run into the real person's mother?
The most urgent thing was to get away quickly to avoid being caught. How could the transformation potion fool a mother? Giselle hurriedly raised her foot to signal, "Sorry, I have to—"
"Oh, my dear child, you don't have to apologize to me. These days must be very difficult. I understand very well." The man pretended not to hear the girl's resistance and comforted her in an exaggerated manner, but still stood in front of her.
His eyes were flattering and strange, making Giselle feel very uncomfortable, but she was keenly aware that they were probably not familiar with each other, which made her relax her grip on the hilt of the sword a little.
"I also have a daughter, Miss Taylor." The man spoke again, pulling out a party invitation from his pocket and handing it over. "She's a lively and cheerful girl. I think you two will get along well, just like sisters!"
The nonsensical words made Giselle frown again, and she didn't reach out to take it.
This time, a trace of dissatisfaction finally flashed across the man's eyes, but he still put on a kind look on his face. He took a step forward and said soothingly:
"I thought you had gotten over it, but it seems this wasn't an easy thing for the child...
Miss Leila, please accept my condolences."
"Leila" had a surprised expression on her face.
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"--What did you say?"
Catherine raised her voice in shock and took the letter from the black-armored knight, wanting to confirm it with her own eyes.
"My apologies, Your Highness. The city lockdown has caused a massive mail congestion. This is the news Mr. Kirk just received," the knight said solemnly. "Viscount James Friar has passed away due to a sudden illness. Earl Taylor has taken their young daughter to High Court to meet the king and complete the succession ceremony."