Chapter 89
The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration
Lillian.
According to Rosettaâs memories, âLillianâ was the name of the late duchess.
And the Duke loved Lillian dearly.
âOf course, it seems like he still loves her until now.â
Anyway, this garden was a place that his wife had loved very much while she was still alive, and yet the daughter of the sinner who killed his wife was here right now.
Right now, well, it definitely looked like she was picking a fight.
Rosetta bit her chapped lips and carefully picked her words.
âI apologize, Father. I didnât know. If I knew that this was a special place, I wouldnât have come. I really do apologize.â
In essence, the sooner you say sorry, the better.
Itâs better to apologize right away rather than aggravating your sin by making futile excuses here and there.
At least, thatâs the best method when faced with Duke Valentine.
He listened to Rosettaâs apology without interrupting her, then after she was done, he finally opened his lips.
âSince youâ¦â
His lips opened only a fraction, then closed again after saying only the start.
Since you were the one who maintained it, you can just come whenever you want.
The words that he couldnât utter vanished from his mouth.
These words almost left his lips without him realizing it, and it was obvious that he would have regretted saying it if he really did say it.
He couldnât believe he almost allowed someone to come and go freely in a place where he and Lillianâs memories remained.
And it was this child, no less.
Did that even make any sense?
As the duke was in a dilemma over what to say, Rosettaâs brows knitted together as she was confused.
But that was all.
She didnât even want to know what kind of answer he was going to give her.
Now that she knew this wasnât just some other ordinary place, the only goal she had in mind now was thisâshe needed to get out of here immediately.
At this time, she knew that the conversation was over.
âIâm a bit flustered though that you talked to me this much.â
Since the conversation was now over, it wouldnât be rude for her to ask permission to go first.
Rosetta gently picked up the sword that was on the ground.
Snapping out of his reverie, the dukeâs gaze silently followed Rosettaâs movements.
Their eyes met for a quick second, but she lowered her head.
âFather, Iâll be off first. Please take your time and look around as you please.â
And just as she predicted, the duke didnât stop Rosetta from leaving.
He just stared at her without saying anything, only nodding once to give his permission.
Rosetta quietly headed towards the path.
She was already at the border between the path and the entrance of the garden, but she halted in place.
âAh.â
Itâs because thereâs something that suddenly came to her mind when she realized that the duke talked to her a lot here.
The face that popped into her mind was Aliciaâs.
It was that somewhat affectionate and somewhat sorrowful expression on her face as they were taking a stroll in the garden before.
This was what she said.
âI do see Brother often when heâs at home, but itâs difficult to see Father even when heâs back from work. We donât talk a lot either⦠Itâs a shame.â
âFather.â
Rosetta, who was far away now, turned around to face her father again, calling him briefly.
The duke blinked dazedly from behind her.
This seemed to be enough of an answer, silent as it might be. So, Rosetta continued speaking without waiting for him to do so first.
âIf you show this place to Alicia, I think sheâll be very happy.â
âTo Alicia?â
The way he asked back was reminiscent of a child who didnât understand anything.
If heâd show this place to Alicia, sheâd be happy?
Why?
At his question, which genuinely sounded like heâs seeking an answer he didnât know, Rosetta shrugged once and replied.
âAlicia is always so happy whenever you talk to her, Father. So if you tell her stories about Mother⦠I mean, Her Grace the Duchess, then I believe that sheâll be very happy.â
Rosetta smiled ambiguously as Alicia came to mind.
Already, she could imagine Alicia jumping for joy.
This could only be possible if the duke would assent to it, of course.
However, the duke just stared blankly at Rosetta.
Somehow, as a gentle breeze blew past, Lillianâs voice overlapped.
âPlease be a kind figure to the children. See them often, laugh together, show them good places, tell them stories, and listen to them, too. That will make you a great father.â
You have nothing to worry about.
Towards him, who was afraid that he couldnât be a proper father to their children, these were Lillianâs comforting whispers.
Today was the first time he realized that Alicia would be happy if he would have a conversation with her.
He thought that she would be uncomfortable with him because he was stern even when she greeted him occasionally.
Thatâs why he didnât say much on purposeâ¦
âYou.â
âYes?â
Rosetta was surprised to hear an abrupt call like this instead of an answer.
At first, the duke seemed to be hesitating over what he was about to say, but he then spoke coldly.
âWhat do you like.â
For a moment, Rosetta thought that she might be hearing an auditory hallucination.
If not that, then she felt a bit compelled to ask the duke if he was sick or something.
It was the first ever time that he was asking such a question.
She wasnât just talking about after she possessed this body. Even if she scanned all of the original Rosettaâs memories, there was never a time that he ever asked a question like that.
But now, as if he was about to accept Rosetta, with a question like thisâ¦
Rosetta briefly considered what to answer, but her contemplation ended soon.
Instead of responding to that question, she shook her head.
âThereâs no need for you to ask me that.â
At first glance, it looked like the smile on her lips was tinged by a sneer.
Of course, any hint of it was so faint that anyone looking at her wouldnât have noticed it.
Rosetta was exceptionally uncomfortable with the dukeâs attention.
She thought that it would be comfortable and pleasant if they could just maintain the kind of relationship, or lack thereof, that strangers had.
Just give what you want to give, receive what you want to receive.
Besides that, itâs laughable that he was asking this question for the first time towards someone who was now nearly an adult.
Itâs not as if they should start pretending to be a parent and his child now.
It could be said that she was exaggerating a bit here, but anything that might cause her anxiety later should just be nipped at the bud.
She wasnât even the real Rosetta.
Any attention from him would just be unnecessary and troublesome to deal with.
âOf course, I do still want you to start paying more attention to Alicia and act like her father now.â
But still, not with her.
His changed behavior was like Damianâs.
As if somethingâperhaps a thornâwas lodged at his throat.
One such person was enough.
âI am thankful enough that you have graciously brought me up until now. I know my place.â
Donât worry. I wonât try to steal even a minuscule fraction of Aliciaâs share.
Curtsying once more, Rosetta bowed her head towards him with a smile on her lips.
How she looked now was even more formal and distant compared to the way she regarded him earlier.
And without saying anything more, Rosetta turned around.
She was very impatient to leave that secret garden and trudge down the trail once more.
To the extent that she looked as if she was running away.
The duke could only stand there, motionless, as he watched Rosettaâs retreating figure.
Yet again, the voice whispered from behind him.
âYouâre not allowed to raise Rosetta to become a person who constantly walks on eggshells. Okay?â
And here, he realized that there had been not a single promise that he kept.
He closed his eyes.
Standing there for a long time, it felt as if he was back in the past.
The wind swept past the leaves, rustling them every so often. It felt like the sound of Lillian rebuking him for his actions.
* * *
âWhat is⦠this?â
âYour sword.â
âMy sword?â
Holding the long sword in his hands, Cassion asked back in surprise.
When told that this was his sword, he just blinked as though he couldnât believe it.
Iâm very pleased.
Right, since itâs a surprise gift, this much of a reaction should come up.
I had to go through something like that incident two days ago while testing the sword, but it didnât feel unfair anymore since Cassionâs reaction was good.
A couple of days ago, after meeting the duke unexpectedly in that place, I escaped from there as though I was running away. I went straight to my room.
Itâs been a while since I pushed myself like that, even if all I did was cut some grass in that garden, but my tiredness was more of a byproduct of the incident with the duke rather than my physical exertion.
âLetâs just rest.â
And so, after I made up her mind, I really did just rest.
The next day, I talked to Blanca again through the crystal ball.
After I told her that the sword was excellent, Blanca nodded.
Though, instead of being happy with the feedback, she seemed to have taken it as a natural evaluation.
Then, on the evening of the same day, I promised to have dinner with Alicia, so I had to postpone giving the sword to Cassion for another time.
And thatâs today.
Finally, Cassionâs whip sword found its way to its master.
âMy swordâ¦â
After I gave the sword over to him, Cassion carefully swept one hand over it.
His dark eyes were emotional.
He wasnât a knight but a mage, but he seemed to be very happy to receive this sword. After all, heâs been living as a knight for months now.
âYou have a sword now, Sir Maxwell. Congratulations.â
âLady Rosetta invented that sword herself.â
Facing the emotional Cassion, Diana and Logan each said one thing.
Cassion smiled in gratitude after hearing Dianaâs words first, then after hearing what Logan said next, he turned to me in amazement.
âYou did?â
He stared back at me as though he couldnât quite believe it. At his question, I nodded.
âItâs not completely my own personal invention though.â
Still, I would be the first person in this world to have come up with the design of a whip sword, so itâs not completely wrong to say I invented it.
Unnecessary humility isnât my style.
âYes, and thatâs why this is the only sword of its kind in the world. Itâs a sword that no one else can try to imitate.â
The only one in the world.
And itâs all yours.
After I added those last two things quietly, Cassion just looked at me in a daze.
His silent lips seemed to be murmuring the words âonly oneâ and âmineâ.
âThank you. Itâs a truly special sword.â
âRight? Try it out once.â
At my suggestion, Cassion nodded. As he took a deep breath, his tense fingers gripped the hilt and pulled it out of its scabbard.
Shiiing.
And as he unsheathed it, the swordâs unique sound greeted him.