Chapter 199: Is it weird to find a place in another world and called it nostalgic?
Hmm...technically, she was my aunt, right? Or should I consider her a cousin?
"Your Hi--Valen," the druid, Amarein, nodded slightly.
[Master, Druid good person!]
Of course you would like her, Jade--she was a druid, the race who closely working with elemental birds. But yes, she must be a good person if Natha acted so politely to her, even letting her roam the estate so freely.
And of course, since she went out of her way to go to another realm to help me, it was a given that she was a good person.
Also, she reacted calmly to my sudden crazy call for help.
"Is something wrong?" she asked with the softness and patience of a mother with twelve naughty children.
With how she was my grandma’s cousin and a druid elder, she felt so familiar that I unknowingly clutched her arm as if I had been doing that all my life. "Help me hide from some interrogators," I looked back and could hear the faint voice of the courtesans calling out for me. "Oh--let’s go that way, I’ve never gone that far before!"
I pointed to a walkway at the end of the garden. It seemed to lead to a field that was left to grow naturally. There was a stone path that guided us into someplace, probably the end of the estate. But the rest of the field was filled with wild plants and trees. It didn’t really look abandoned, but the gardener seemed to only pick out rotten leaves and let them grow by themselves. We couldn’t really see it now, but I bet this place would look so lush and colorful in spring.
She followed my request without a fuss, and didn’t even mind that I was latching on to her without permission as we walked through the stone path. Perhaps that was why I kept on grabbing into her sleeve, as if I would get whisked by a spirit if I let go. You know how we would grab into our parents’ hands when we were in a crowd or new places? So it was probably an instinct because I could never do that in my childhood.
Anyway, this place actually reminded me of my grandma’s house behind the hill. Past her vegetable garden, there was a place just like this, and she would pick out wild herbs and berries from there. If we walked on further, there would be a hedge and the edge of the forest covering the hill.