Chapter 42 - Strange person and interview
Isvendar didn’t answer. She neither moved or spoke and just silently bowed. Silas frowned and stood up.
He never saw her before. Even in the game, the name Isvendar didn’t appear at all. Even now, he still hadn’t seen her face as she pressed her face on the floor.
’Is she falling asleep?’
He slowly walked over to her and crouched down. He thought about touching her but her steady breathing made him pause.
He then sighed softly and shook her body.
"Hey, wake up." He poked her shoulder.
Isvendar lifted up her head, she didn’t have any signs of sleeping. In fact, she was far from that with her eyes looking at him, dumbfounded.
Silas flinched at her eyes. Like Ice-pick said there was nothing behind those eyes.
Even though she was bowing, there were no emotions behind her.
’What a scary woman.’ He thought.
"Sorry. I am not sleeping, sir."
"Sir?" Silas said out loud. He let out a bit of anger because of how she managed to look out for her.
"I am sorry. How should I address you?"
"I don’t care."
"Then, why did you raise your voice? I am confused." She said in an earnest voice.
Silas stood up, scratching his head. "Guess, I am angry at your attitude."
"I am sorry. I will fix it. Tell me what you don’t like about my attitude. I will fix it. I will." She stopped herself when she was about to say ’Sir’.
"Just think about it." Silas threw out words and went to his seat. He sat down and looked at her.
Now that she was not hiding her face, he took a good look at her.
Her hair was long, reaching to her waist. There was a single streak of white hair, emphasizing her dark hair.
She was thin. Not in a sense that it inspired beauty but her thinness was unnaturally uncanny.
He could probably break her into two pieces with his pinky finger.
And her fingers were rough and winkled, the sign that she contacted water often and did hard labor.
If he had to say, she looked like a servant more than a noblewoman.
’Did they just send a servant?’ Silas frowned.
"Are you a servant?"
"I am not. I am a daughter of Sir Andile. I am sorry for my looks. My step mother says I don’t look like a proper lady. I am sorry for that."
"Is it true?" Silas whispered.
[Maybe. I don’t know much about Andile. He is a crafty man. But I don’t sense a hint of spell from her so she is not a fake at least. And Andile won’t send you a servant, considering his personality.]
"Are you going to stay there? The floor is cold." Silas pointed at the chair in front of him and said. "Sit there."
Isvendar stood up in a manner fitted for a servant and walked. He could see that she was tense and carefully trying not to make a scene.
When she sat down, she lowered her eyes, avoiding him.
"I am sorry."
Silas rolled his eyes. "You have said that for a thousand times. Words lose meaning if you repeat that much."
"I am sorry."
Silas didn’t have a good impression of her at all. She was rude. The kind of rudeness where she didn’t consider other people. She came in and just bowed at him.
"Forget about it. We have to introduce ourselves since we are going to marry." Silas waved his hand.
"My name is Silas Viremont. Currently, I don’t have a family due to some circumstances. You must know about this."
Isvendar shook her head. "I don’t know."
"Sure. Let me ask you questions. You can also ask me. Understand?"
Isvendar nodded slowly, not registering the last part. She was used to being questioned but never the opposite. Nevertheless, she could only nod.
"What is your name?"
"Isvendar Floen." She struggled to say the family name.
Silas took note of that and didn’t mention it.
"Age?"
"19."
"You called Lady Taya, step mother. Who is your real mother?"
She bit her lips, for the first time, he saw sadness in her eyes though it was quickly concealed by her.
"I don’t know. My father threw her out as soon as I was born. But I heard from the maids that she had very beautiful hair."
Silas nodded. There were a lot of women with that kind of description in this world. But still, he noted down and went to the next question.
"Do you have a lover?"
"I don’t have one. My body is still pure." She spoke as if he was lusting after her body.
’Who wants those bones?’
"Do you have someone you love?"
"My mother."
"Even though you’ve never met her?"
Isvendar paused and slowly shook her head. "Let me change my answer. I don’t have someone I love."
"Hey." Silas called out. "You don’t have to stress in front of me. I am just asking you to get to know you better."
Isvendar stared at him and nodded.
"It is true that I don’t know my mother or never see her but I heard stories about her alot. The maids said she was kind and helpful. She always smiled and forgave the mistakes made by the maid. So, even if I don’t know her, I love her."
Silas nodded. He didn’t know if she was lying or not but her voice sounded genuine.
"I will ask you another question. Do you love someone? In a romantic sense."
"I don’t have that person."
"Really. Which person popped out of your head right now."
"I don’t have one."
Silas gave up and changed the question.
"Do you want to marry me?"
"I don’t know."
"How could you not know about it? Are you stupid?" Silas sighed with frustration.
"I am sorry."
Silas waved off. "Do you want to know why you are marrying me?"
"I don’t know."
"What is your goal?"
"I don’t have one."
"What are your hobbies?"
"I don’t have one."
"What can you do?"
"Cook and Clean."
"Are you planning to poison me?"
"I won’t dare to think of taking a life."
Silas laid back on the chair and sighed. What was he doing? ’Did I get so lonely that I am interviewing my soon to be wife?’
Even the conversation with Andile didn’t take a toll on him that much. ’Maybe because I was working non-stop. Must be a sign from nature. I need to rest.’
Silas rubbed his shoulders and continued asking questions.
"Do you want to kill someone?"
After a long pause, she answered.
"I don’t know."
Silas’s eyes lit up. She didn’t deny having someone she hated. The question is who? Or how many are there?
Silas had plenty of people he wanted to kill.
"What does Floen mean to you?"
"I don’t wish to answer."
"Why?"
"I am afraid of the punishment."
"No one would dare to punish you." Silas said. "I am here."
"After you are gone, the punishment will arrive."
"I see. I will assume that you have a neutral stand toward Floen. What do you think about me?"
"A strange person."
"Fair enough. I look silly with the bandages."
"It is not like that." She whispered.
"Now, the final question." Silas placed his hand on the table and stared at Isvendar. "Do you want to see my face?"