Chapter 411
"Oh? No, that's not what I meant—" Mev blinked rapidly, flustered, as Miguel awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and spoke again.
"Looks like I got tense for no reason. Well, if it had been a thief, Nila would've made a bigger fuss, wouldn't it?"
"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. But that doesn't mean I'm not glad to see you again, Miguel." At last, Mev murmured with a faint smile.
Even though Miguel had become a priest, the way they spoke to each other remained unchanged. Mev had initially tried to address him formally, but Miguel had strongly refused. He insisted he'd only become a priest thanks to sheer luck and Lucia's guidance.
"I feel the same. I was starting to worry about when we'd meet again. And here you are, finding me first," said Miguel.
Mev, previously observing a cloth-covered item by the table, redirected her attention to Miguel upon hearing his words. "You mean you didn't come here for another purpose? You came to the frontier to find me?"
"Luckily, I wasn't too late." Despite his words, the smile on Miguel's face faded. He avoided Mev's gaze, lowering his head slightly.
Confused, Mev asked, "Too late? What do you mean by that?"
Miguel opened his mouth several times, his lips moving as though the words were stuck on his tongue.
Mev furrowed her brows as she lowered her voice. "Now that I think about it, why are you traveling alone? And why are you riding Ian's horse?" Her steps toward Miguel faltered.
Raising his gloved right hand from beneath his hooded cloak, Miguel sighed heavily and ran it over his face. "Sir Ian and Lucy—" He lowered his head further and continued in a deep, somber voice. "Are beyond the Black Wall."