[You will realize it someday.]
â¦â¦Itâs noisy.
[And someday, you will end up like me.]
â¦â¦I said itâs noisy.
[Rather than being betrayed, getting hurt, and feeling sad, youâll end up thinking that itâs better to burn everything down.]
â¦â¦I will not become like you.
I promised to live strong.
So as long as there are still people who believe in me, I can somehow endure.
*
I felt my fading consciousness gradually waking up.
At the same time, a sound came as if it were obvious.
[ë©ë©ë©~ Good morning~ ëµë©ë©~]
The sound that started softly grew louder and louder.
[ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ êµ¿ëª¨ë~]
It continued to echo endlessly in my head, as if it was eating away at me.
A noise I didnât want to hear reverberated in my mind incessantly, growing louder and louder.
It was so noisy.
With a thud, I packed my fist and struck my head hard.
ââ¦â¦Ugh, that hurts so muchâ¦â
Tears welled up at the pain that made my head ring.
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Thanks to it, the sound echoing in my head had diminished a little.
[ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ~ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë·°í°íë°ì´~ ìì¸ ì´ ë·°í°íë°ì´~ ëµë©ë©~]
To collect myself, I shook my head a few times and then rose my body.
Looking around, I saw my room in Sylviaâs mansion.
It seems Sylvia brought me here after I lost consciousness.
When I checked the time, it was already afternoon, past lunch.
Ah, am I late?
Just as that thought crossed my mind, I noticed a note placed beside my bed.
Curious, I unfolded the note; it was written in a graceful handwriting that didnât need any further explanation to know it was from Sylvia.
â Miss Scarlet, is your condition better? The medical staff said there werenât any major issues with your body, but I thought it would be better for you to rest today, so I didnât wake you. Please donât wander around or overexert yourself, okay? Donât worry; everything from yesterday has been taken care of, so just rest well. Iâll see you for dinner later.
A faint smile crept onto my face at Sylviaâs note, filled with concern.
Thinking about it, today would indeed be better spent resting, just as she said.
My current condition isnât all that great.
I felt that it might take a little time to get used to not letting others see that.
[ë©ë©ë©~ Good morning~]
I carefully folded the note and placed it back on the bed before lying down again.
As I lay there blankly, memories of yesterday drifted hazily through my mind.
â¦It was just vague memories, but I could tell that being alive at this point was a fortunate thing.
How many times did I overcome life-and-death situations in just one day?
If it werenât for the people who helped me, perhaps I would have gone to the afterlife long ago.
I should find a time to thank them separately someday.
With that thought in mind, I decided to make some macarons as a token of appreciation for Sylvia.
In fact, I made them almost every day, butâ¦
Today, letâs make them with a bit more sincerity.
Resolute, I left my room and headed to the mansionâs kitchen.
I greeted the staff I passed on the way and arrived at the kitchen.
Since it seemed to be break time, the kitchen staff were absent, leaving me alone to begin preparing the macaron ingredients.
It felt like a routine at this point.
I even thought I could make macarons with my eyes closed at this stage.
Should I ask to be hired as Sylviaâs snack supplier once Iâm out of things to do?
Even though the only snack I could make was macaronsâ¦
While entertaining such impractical thoughts, I completed the macaron batter with efficient movements. Just as I was reaching for the piping bag to shape the batter,
Suddenly feeling a dizziness, I stumbled and grabbed onto the dish rack beside me to steady myself.
Then I heard a foreboding sound as if something was falling, and I watched as all sorts of items from the dish rack tumbled down.
In slow motion, a few particularly expensive-looking bowls and teacups came into view.
If those break, itâll be a disaster.
Thinking that, I stretched out my hand with superhuman reflexes, trying to catch as much as I could.
Fortunately, the things I couldnât catch fell to the ground with a sound that was more of a bounce than shattering.
Letting out a sigh of relief, I carefully placed the remaining dishes and teacups down, when suddenly red droplets of blood plopped onto the floor.
I belatedly felt a sharp pain in my arm.
What happened was I must have cut myself on something sharp that had fallen.
Thinking I needed to disinfect before applying pressure, I turned on the water and held my wound under it.
Imagining the sting I would feel at the cool touch, I was a bit tense, but it turned out to hurt much less than I expected.
I turned off the water and gently dried my arm with a cloth.
ââ¦â¦Since itâs probably stained with blood, I should wash this separately.â
Muttering that, I glanced at the cloth and tilted my head.
No matter how much I washed it, there werenât any visible traces, which felt odd.
Feeling something was off, I looked at my armâthere was just smooth skin where the wound had been moments ago.
[ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ êµ¿ëª¨ë~]
â¦â¦It seemed wrong, but the red marks on the floor indicated that the wound hadnât been an illusion.
Biting my lip slightly, I took a deep breath to prepare myself and held the knife with the clear bloodstain in my hand.
Then, I swiftly sliced my fingertip to create a tiny wound.
With a muted pain, a bead of blood formed on the tip of my finger, and after a moment, I wiped the droplet away with the cloth and observed my finger.
And then let out a deep sigh.
My finger was already healed without any signs left behind.
[ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ~ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë¹ ë·°í°íë°ì´~]
ââ¦â¦What on earth am I becoming?â
I asked with a sigh, but there was no answer.
Only the alarm continued to echo emptily in my mind.
*
I had a lot going on, but after some time, I finished making macarons and was on my way back to my room.
âHey there, are you feeling better?â
Hearing a voice calling out to me, I turned to see an elderly man enjoying tea on a terrace-like area in the corridor.
I recognized him; he was the elder who sat beside Sylvia during the interrogation yesterday.
I bowed my head at him in greeting.
ââ¦â¦Yes, thanks to you, Iâm feeling better.â
âReally? Thatâs good to hear. I wanted to say something briefly, would you join me for some tea and keep me company?â
He asked while pointing to the table across from him.
To be honest, I wanted to calm my troubled mind in my room since the situation was quite chaotic, but it wouldnât be polite to turn down an elderâs request, so I nodded.
Once I sat down, there was already a teacup placed in front of me as if it had been prepared beforehand.
As I sipped the tea, I could tell right away it was an expensive brew.
Iâm not entirely sure, but it had a very refined flavor.
While I was sipping carefully, thinking to make it last, the elder asked me.
âSo, youâre called Scarlet, right? I realize I havenât had the chance to properly greet our guest staying at the mansion since Iâve been busy. So, you are a friend of our Sylvia, huh?â
ââ¦â¦Yes, I feel ungrateful, but I have been indebted to her.â
While I hesitated at the word âfriend,â I didnât want to contradict him, so I gave in.
Saying I wasnât friends with Sylvia at this point would just be my stubbornness.
In any case, hearing my answer, the elder chuckled and shook his head.
âHa, do not feel ungrateful. Itâs no big deal to give a room in the mansion to a friend of Sylviaâs.â
ââ¦Itâs not just that; I feel I receive help every time⦠Just yesterday, I received help again.â
âHelp? We received much more help from you. I heard you saved Sylvia. Compared to that grace, this is nothing at all.â
In truth, it was rather the oppositeâI was the one who caused everyone to be in danger.
Feeling a bit guilty, I couldnât raise my head and just sipped my tea while the elder smiled at me kindly.
âBesides, didnât you say that you were friends? True friends donât keep tallies on such things. Being able to help each other without expecting anything in return defines real friendship.â
ââ¦â¦I am not the type to live under the debt of others.â
When I replied that way, the elder gave a playful smile and whispered softly.
âThough you say that, our Astra is not different from you. We always remember and repay our debts. So be careful not to earn ill will from Sylvia. You never know what might happen. Hehehe.â
He looked quite dignified, so I didnât think he would make such a joke, which caught me off guard.
What a surprisingly witty personâ¦
As I pondered this, I noticed the little stone the elder had been fiddling with in his hand.
What is that stone? Curious, I stared at it, and noticing my gaze, the elder presented the stone towards me.
âThis seems to be catching your attention.â
ââ¦â¦Yes, what is that stone?â
âHa, although it looks like an ordinary stone, it is actually a magical tool. It glimmers to notify you when something is wrong with your body. For an old man like me, health is my biggest concern, so I always carry something like this around to take care.â
Oh⦠It really looks just like an ordinary stone, but it has such effects.
While I was marveling at it, the elder asked me.
âWould you like to hold it? It looks fine, but considering what happened yesterday, there might be something wrong with your health. You should be especially cautious when you feel fine.â
At the mention of a health problem, I flinched slightly and involuntarily trembled my arm where I had injured myself earlier.
Is this an issue tooâ¦
While I was thinking this, I cautiously accepted the stone the elder offered and grasped it gently.
Of course, I held it with my right hand instead of my prosthetic left arm.
ââ¦â¦It seems like youâre fine. Ha, thatâs a relief. Iâm glad.â
The elder, who had been looking intently at me, muttered in a relieved voice when the stone showed no reaction.
After all this, was he really worried about my healthâ¦
Feeling a bit moved but slightly embarrassed, I sipped my tea, only to realize my cup was empty.
â¦This was tasty; I want more, but will it be okay to have more?
Feeling a bit distressed, I shut my eyes tightly and reached for the teapot on the table.
But my outstretched hand was stopped by the elder, who firmly grasped my wrist.
Soâ¦it seems the expensive tea could indeed only be served once.
Thinking that, I glanced at the elder with caution, but he smiled at me and said.
ââ¦â¦Ha ha, the tea is getting cold.â
âOh, Iâm fine even if itâs coldâ¦.â
âIâm the one who isnât okay. I cannot serve cold tea to a precious guest. It seems you really like this tea. This tea tastes better hot. Iâll brew some fresh tea, so just wait a moment.â
With that, the elder took the teapot and poured its contents into a flowerpot as if he were watering it.
Is it really cold? Wasnât there still warmth to it?
By the way, he just wasted such expensive tea just because it was a little coldâ¦
Is that the mindset of the bourgeoisie?
I was utterly baffled by his actions, and before I knew it, the elder returned with freshly brewed tea.
And true to his word, the hot tea was indeed much more delicious.
Yet the thought that this might be a waste didnât leave me; it seemed I wasnât cut out for living as a bourgeois, after all.
*
After Scarlet left for her room, Elder 1, who continued to sip tea while fidgeting with the stone-like magical tool on the terrace, noticed a servant walking down the hallway and called out to him.
âSebastian, could you come here for a moment?â
âAh, Elder 1, what is it?â
âHere, it seems this orchid has died.â
âReally? No, when I checked it this morning, it looked fineâ¦â
Sebastian tilted his head at Elder 1âs words, but upon seeing the completely wilted orchid as the elder said, he muttered in disbelief.
ââ¦â¦This canât be. It shouldnât be like this when nothing had been wrongâ¦â
âDonât worry about it. Just throw the whole pot away.â
ââ¦â¦Are you sure itâs alright? Wasnât this the orchid you cherished, Elder?â
âItâs fine. Itâs just an orchid. Consider it a small misfortune.â
With a bitter expression, Elder 1 looked at the dead orchid in the pot and quietly murmured in a tone that no one else could hear.
Better this than cleaning up a corpse.