Book 14: Chapter 8
Ever since maids came to the house, I finally found the Duargana vibe. Back when I woke up in the Imperial Palace of Duargana, I’d find maids going back and forth, busying themselves. However, they were prohibited from touching my food, as Mommy Vyvyan insisted on cooking for me regardless of how busy she was.
During the day, I ate with Mommy Vyvyan, while the maids cleaned the room and took our clothes for washing. Next, they’d prepare our clothes for the next day. I must admit that, while life alone with Mommy Vyvyan was quite blissful and peaceful, it was sometimes lonely. With the beautiful maids now going back and forth, the house finally felt lively and warmer.
I sat on a chair in the flower garden, watching the maids go back and forth inside the house. Some maids were on the second floor, which was where our room was located, carrying bed sheets and hanging them out in the sun.
Honestly, I had never been to the villa; or rather, I didn’t remember it. Troy’s memories entered my mind after I used magic, but I couldn’t recall them again. It was as though I had a very realistic dream but couldn’t remember a thing after waking up.
After having lunch, Vyvyan and I sat at the table in the flower garden over some tea. Below was the place where Vyvyan personally planted a flower a few days ago. However, it wasn’t quite level. I felt as though I was stepping on two different surfaces. The space under my right foot was tough as though there was a rock beneath.
On the small table in front was an exquisite tea and tea cups. The tea tasted nice nice. I had a small sip. The fragrance dispersed in my mouth. The taste made me feel a little nostalgic, but at the same time, it tasted a little foreign.
The tea wasn’t the sort of tea you could have at a tea house on the street. That must be why I have both nostalgic and foreign sentiments, I guess. I could still remember Lucia and me spending time on the streets and occasionally having tea with Mera. The tea we had then was a far cry to the tea I had at the villa. I felt nostalgic about the past for some reason, though. I wondered if the nostalgia was attributed to my encroaching death.
I looked at the clear tea inside, but all I saw was some steam. I looked up. I could seemingly see Mera’s gentle smile behind her black veil.
I was eager to go back to see my girls and hold them. I didn’t want to leave without a goodbye even if I had to die. I wanted to bid them goodbye before leaving even if I’d have to live with Mommy Vyvyan in the future. However, I needed to ask Mommy Vyvyan about it.