Chapter 42
The Villainess Is Shy In Receiving Affection
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Melody added a simpler explanation, anticipating that her mother might not have understood her,
âIf you keep talking at your own discretion, Iâm saying Iâll leave.â
As expected, her mother had not fully grasped Melodyâs words. The shock of Melody threatening to leave seemed to have left her mother momentarily out of her senses.
âI donât want to talk about anything else.â
Melody felt no need to elaborate on why she didnât want to receive an apology. She didnât want to expose her long-held wounds or suffering, nor did she want to see her mother reflecting on her past life anew.
Was it a wicked sentiment?
Even if it was, it was fine by her.
âMelody, Iâ¦â
âIâve decided to strive to be ordinary.â
It was true that until now, she had been bound by an imperfect past, receiving much âsympathy.â
Hadnât Isaiah just mentioned it too? Didnât the people of the Dukeâs house feel any âsympathyâ seeing Melodyâs situation?
âThe only thing you can give me is one thing.â
It was only now that Melody felt her heart trembling.
âMy birthday.â
Always dismissed as ânothing important,â she had tried not to be curious about it. But the truth was, she wanted to know so badly.
Every time children boasted about the gifts they received on their birthdays.
Every time children shared the cake they received on their birthdays.
Every time children asked about each otherâs birthdays to compare dates and determine who was older or younger.
Melody had to keep her mouth shut like a clam and just repeat the words âspring, yellow spring flowersâ to herself.
âPlease tell me the day I was born.â
After asking her question, Melody quietly stared at her mother. She could only blink weakly.
ââ¦Umm.â
It seemed she was having some difficulty. Melody immediately had a bad feeling about it.
âMelody, itâs just thatâ¦â
It sounded like an excuse was about to start. But still, it seemed like she was trying to answer Melodyâs question.
âWhen I was pregnant with you, I was chased out of the capitalâ¦â
That was something she had repeatedly mentioned, every time she got angry or scolded Melody. If it werenât for Melodyâs birth, she would have been a great merchant in the capital.
âI was completely out of my mind then. No money, nowhere to live.â
The string of excuses naturally seemed to invite pity. It must have been hard to live like that while pregnant.
But Melody cast aside all such feelings and asked again.
âSo, when is it?â
Her mother pressed her lips together tightly, pointlessly gripping and releasing the iron bars repeatedly. After a long while, she answered in a voice that seemed to crawl.
âI donât know⦠when.â
ââ¦â
Ah, of course.
Melody recalled her motherâs situation and personality anew.
At that time, to her mother, Melody was nothing more than a âburdenâ that got her kicked out of a wealthy household. It probably hadnât changed even now.
So, it was unlikely that her mother delicately remembered and kept the exact date of the birth of that burden in her memory.
Even though childbirth is supposed to be special.
It was an event that happened only once in her motherâs life, so Melody thought maybe her mother might remember the date.
âIt was a vain hope.â@@novelbin@@
It seemed she would have to let the postman choose a fitting day and casually declare it her birthday.
âShe didnât want it to be that way.â
Because it felt like some regret would remain.
She didnât want to harbor gloomy thoughts even on a day that should be celebrated fully, troubling those around her.
She had received enough sympathy to be grateful for, and now Melody wanted to walk her own good path.
âUnderstoodâ¦â
Melody turned around without any lingering attachment. There was nothing more to see her mother for.
âJust, wait a moment! Are you really going? This could be the last time you meet this mother of yours!â
A panicked voice came from behind.
âHow am I supposed to remember the day you were born! It was hard enough to die for! Quickly, something I wanted to forgetâ¦! But still, I gave birth to you, right? Isnât that something to be thankful for?â
Despite her motherâs calling, Melody did not look back, and her mother rattled the iron bars somewhat roughly.
âIt was spring, but it was like painful snow pouring from the sky! People locked their doors and didnât help, and soldiers on the streets were frighteningâ¦! If the last house I knocked on hadnât opened, you would have died as soon as you were born. Do you understand how hard it was for me because of you, huh?â
Truly an unchanging person. Only her tone and expression softened slightly in the face of death.
In a way, this attitude was something Melody was thankful for. It allowed her to completely and utterly let go of any expectations she had of her mother.
Before leaving for the last time, Melody glanced back at her mother.
She was yelling something fiercely, but surprisingly, none of it reached Melodyâs ears.
Soon, a knight on the opposite side of the bars stepped forward to restrain her mother. She struggled to break free from the strong grip of the knight, fighting until the end.
Melody stared at the scene for a while, then turned around gracefully, bowing lightly.
An elegant, light gesture.
âFarewell, Mother.â
Perhaps surprised by Melodyâs polite gesture, usually seen among the wealthy, her motherâs struggle ceased.
And then she began to look at her daughter very strangely, as if she was seeing a different side of Melody for the first time.
Using a greeting method she hadnât taught, wearing clothes that obviously looked nice.
ââ¦â
In the quiet space where her motherâs heavy breathing could be heard, the time they spent staring at each other stretched a bit longer.
But that was all.
Melody couldnât understand what her motherâs gaze was trying to convey at all.
Likewise, her mother never truly understood what was in Melodyâs heart.
They had always been such a family, so it couldnât be helped.
Melody was the first to look away. She felt her motherâs persistent gaze beyond her field of vision but didnât look back.
Beyond the door, Claude was seen leaning against the wall of the corridor, waiting for Melody in an âuncomfortable posture.â
Truly a peculiar person.
Melody tightened her grip on her dress and managed to walk away from her motherâs gaze.
Her steps were somewhat heavy, as if something was trying to hold her back.
âCome here.â
Suddenly, Claude spoke, still leaning against the wall.
âCome this way. Then Iâll take you.â
Take her where? Of course, Melodyâs destination was the âcarriageâ and the âDukeâs house.â
But it felt like Claude was implying something more than just that.
So, Melody approached where he wanted and replied.
âIâm fine.â
âYouâre brave even now.â
He smiled wryly and started walking ahead.
It seemed like they were heading back to the carriage, so Melody silently followed him.
On the way, Melody looked around, hoping to encounter the knights or Isaiah, but unfortunately, there was no such opportunity.
Since they had been instructed to keep Isaiah âsafelyâ until a decision was made, nothing bad should happen. Still, she was worried about his feelings.
Upon returning to the mansion, Loretta and Ronny, who had been stacking stones in the entrance, greeted them. It seemed they had been collecting chestnuts, waiting for them to return.
Soon, the servants brought in the roasted chestnuts, and Loretta ate the steaming yellow flesh quite cutely, repeatedly saying how hot it was.
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As the night came faster with the changing seasons, the Duke of Baldwin also returned to the mansion. While he was checking urgent matters organized by the butler, a faint knocking sound came from the office door.
Thinking, âThis must be Melodyâs knock,â the Duke opened the door, and indeed, it was Melody standing there.
âIâm sorry to disturb you when youâre busy. I just wanted to say Iâm back safely.â
The child added another âIâm sorryâ to the Dukeâs heart.
âIâve heard the news.â
Melody flinched slightly at the Dukeâs response, probably because he was referring to âIsaiah.â
âYour Grace, Isaiah is not at fault. Please donât punish him.â
âI heard that squire interfered with what you were trying to do.â
âBut thatâs because Iâve been entrusting him with important matters for a long timeâ¦â
âImportant matters?â
âI neglected to protect myself. Iâve decided not to do that anymore, but Isaiah didnât know. In the village, he always protected me.â
âApparently.â
The Duke opened the door wide, inviting Melody into his office.
âIt seems you havenât had enough time to talk with that squire boy.â
Melody nodded in agreement.
There was a lot to catch up on with Isaiah, but she hadnât been able to have a proper conversation because she was preoccupied with writing letters to his mother, Mary.
Isaiah didnât know the current Melody, and Melody didnât know the current Isaiah.
âI saw my motherâs eyes today.â
Melody recalled the incident in the prison. Despite living together for years, Melody and her mother didnât truly know each other.
âIt seems we didnât understand each other. Maybe the same happened with Isaiah.â
âThatâs right. Youâll need time.â
âYes.â
âAlright. I wonât impose a severe punishment on him.â
ââ¦So, will you impose a minor punishment?â
âIt would be better for that squire boy. It seems heâs aware that he did something forbidden.â