Chapter 22
3. The Pitiful One
The next day, what woke Liv up was a soft touch gently nudging her body.
“Sister, please wake up. Duke Lartman has arrived!”
As soon as she heard those words, Liv rose from her bed with a startling movement uncharacteristic of her usual self. After realizing he was waiting in the reception room, Liv lightly put on her clothes and followed Hildegard.
“But Sister, isn’t it really strange?”
Whispering as they went downstairs together, Hildegard said:
“He suddenly changed his attitude completely. It’s just like the old times. Could he have lost his memories or something?”
It was a plausible suggestion, but Liv had a calm expression like someone who knew everything. A monotonous voice flowed from her lips, devoid of any inflection.
“Well, you can never really know what’s going on in this world.”
When they went downstairs, Liv saw the bewildered faces of the Hamelsvoorts.
“Liv, you’re here.”
“What in the world is going on...”