I was disappointed, while at the same time admiring my motherâs skill in silencing him in an instant.
It was a very excellent skill because it could make Orion silent, but . . .
Itâs not a skill that I can utilize.
After dinner, Mother suggested that I sleep at the Dukeâs mansion for a day.
âYou can do as you please.â
Sir Duke gave his permission with a faint smile.
Orion seemed like he wanted to stay with us, a pair of mother-daughter, but he couldnât join us chatting while wearing pajamas on the bed.
âI didnât even move much, but Iâm tired from traveling long distances. Iâve gotten old.â
Mother grumbled as she sent off the maids, then took off her accessories one by one.
Bright red ruby earrings rolled on the dressing table.
Loosening the strap of her tightened dress, Mom asked lightly,
âWhat happened to the necklace you usually wear?â
It was an unexpected question.
When I tilted my head in confusion, Mom repeated herself while loosening her tied hair.
âThe locket one. The gift from your peculiar friends. You usually wear it so dearly. Did you lose it?â
âThere was a problem. I left it to service.â
She gave me a blank look.
As I was puzzled with her rare smileless gaze, she didnât ask more.
âTell me if something happens. If not me, you should tell Orion. You two got a lot closer, huh?â
âNo. Weâre not close.â
I answered firmly.
Due to Orionâs remarks earlier, we seemed like we drank tea together in the afternoon, ate dessert and dinner together, and also exchanged updates throughout the recent exam period.
Wait, come to think of it, we really do that.
I tried to refute what Orion said but stopped and looked at my mom.
If I look at her reaction now . . .
âDo you know about that necklace?â
âThe one with fastidious protection magic? How can I not know?â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
The fact that something worth the price of a house hung around my neck.
Perhaps because my devastated expression was funny, my mom laughed and tapped my cheek.
âIf you knew, you wouldnât have worn it, would you? Though they may be a bit mean to me, they are good friends to you.â
I swallowed my breath, then stared at my mom. She was standing under the moonlight.
I could sense her beauty just from the silhouette in the dark room.
âSo, whatâs the problem?â
âIâm still not sure.â
I should be careful about the curse.
Because I had to think about the after effects of it when I acted upon it.
Just like how I went to public academy instead of the imperial academy because I didnât want to get found out as my motherâs daughter.
Now that I had become the Dukeâs stepdaughter, I became more careful about my identity.
âGirl.â
âUh?â
âIf, perhaps . . .â
She stopped her words and stared at me.
She was a person who always spoke according to her moodâ it was rare for her to carefully choose her words.
She gave me advice with a serious expression.
âIf something happens, you should choose the best option for yourself.â
â. . .â
âThereâs no need for you to think about me or other people. You should think only of yourself.â
âI will do so.â
She looked at my empty neck and soon laughed.
Then she playfully added.
âI should buy you a new necklace soon. Iâm really bothered because something that was always there isnât present right now. How about we go to a jewelry house tomorrow?â
âDonât wanna. Itâs obvious that you will choose accessories with shining beads. To your taste, not mine.â
I, waving my hand, suddenly became curious.
Mother always lived inside someoneâs gaze for her whole life.
It meant that while she was loved passionately by someone, she could also be hated passionately by others.
Looking at my mom who lived with countless gazes trained on her at all times, I just wanted a normal, lukewarm life.
âMom, donât you feel tired living like this?â
âHm?â
âIf you always remain sincere, youâll be hurt by others, right? And after that sincerity cools, thereâs also that empty sensation.â
âThen, I should fill that empty space. With another passion.â
Mother answered simply.
I was amazed by her quick answer.
So that is your reason for not looking back at the leaving men and passionately searching for a new man.
âItâs hard for me to easily fill that space. I also think itâs hard to see them leave.â
âYes, that may be the case with you.â
âThatâs why itâs a little burdensome if people keep trying to squeeze in.â
âAre you talking about Orion?â
She asked.
I didnât say anything, yet I was seen through.
âWhy donât you ask him later?â
âHuh?â
âAsk him why he treats you well. Ask him, if we split ways, will you be back to being strangers? Isnât that what you are afraid of now?â
I blinked my eyes.
Uhm, I donât think we have reached that phase.
If that was the case, shouldnât Orion have already occupied some space in my heart?
âNot that, but . . .â
As I tried to make an excuse, I lost my train of thought.
When I mulled over the words of my ramble, it was indeed going in that direction. strange.
I was surprised by Orionâs presence, which already took a place in my daily life while I was unaware of it.
âDid his continuous attack work on me . . . ?â
It seems like Iâm really an easy pushover.
I didnât know why, but I was even more sad with this newly found fact.
That was the end of our first serious conversation in a while.
I couldnât sleep all night.