Chapter 40
Can We Become a Family?
Navia narrowed her eyes slightly, staring into the air where Lark was.
âJust what is Duke Eseledâs ability?â
Being a wizard was certain, but the black moon didnât react. He used explosion magic and even space movement magic. And the ability to lift someone up was psychokinesis.
âHaâ¦â
Her head got complicated.
âBut he accepted me.â
There was a one year condition attached, but she got permission to stay here.
Even if she wasnât admitted as his foster daughter, the mere fact that she was staying here was advantageous for Navia.
âWhat a relief.â
Navia became tired as if she dealt with a great deal of evil. As she lost her energy, the forgotten pain, from the wound she got because of Theorban, rose.
âTheorban, heâs not someone who will back down quietly.â
But observing the situation earlier, it seemed that Lark was letting him be for some reason, but Theorban couldnât fight him.
âItâll be hard to poison me recklessly, so maybe heâll try to drag me outside.â
Anyway, sheâs secured her safety for now.
âIâll have to look at the situation and ask Duke Eseled to affirm it with a wizardâs contract.â
Now, all she had to do was wait.
âTo move in earnestly, the Imperial family has to clearly decide on my disposition to move.â
Nikan would not send an assassin to silence her if he found her useful.
ââ¦â¦â
At then, a stinging gaze was felt.
As Navia turned her head, she saw a woman with mint-colored hair and big glasses.
âHeub!â
The woman was surprised and dropped the bag in her arms. The contents appeared to be medical instruments. She was dressed in a white gown, so she was probably a doctor.
But Navia still spoke formally to her.
âAre you okay?â
Navia approached her to take care of the dropped bag.
Then the woman picked up the things that had fallen on the ground and nodded.
âYes, yes! Iâm okay.â
The woman greeted her with quite a nervous look on her face.
âP-please speak comfortably. I am Minerva Hart, the Masterâs doctor.â
Naviaâs eyes narrowed for a moment when she said she was a doctor.
Even when the lord of the family wasnât sick, there was still a doctor. Although it was common for young lords to end up with a doctor, Lark seemed to have no need for a doctor, so it was unexpected.
âIs he sick as expected? Is that why he canât leave the house? Thatâs why he might need anestheticâ¦â
Navia didnât know much about the man named Lark, but she thought he couldnât be more specific.
âIâm Navia.â
And then there was a moment, there was no talking.
ââ¦â¦â
ââ¦â¦â
Minerva seemed to be very timid.
She kept looking at Navia, who was just a child, but couldnât speak.
In the end, Navia spoke first.
âDid youâ¦come to treat me?â
âAh, yes!â
âThen Iâll go to bed and lie down.â
Minerva opened her mouth, looking curiously at Navia, who pointed out what she wanted to do.
They went into the bedroom.
As Navia lay in bed, Minerba examined her conscious condition and rechecked her wounds.
âWas it Minerva who treated me?â
Suddenly hearing the question, Minerva winced and answered in deep dither.
âYes, yesâ¦â
Why would she ask that? Maybe she didnât like the treatment? Was she going to scold herâ¦?
âThanks.â
ââ¦yes?â
Navia looked down at her hand. All the badly damaged wounds from the carriage were treated meticulously.
There was a sense of tenderness.
âIâve never met someone treat me so kindly. So, thank you.â
âAhâ¦â
Minervaâs face heated up from the unexpected compliment and gratitude.
âWow, I was complimented.â
âAh, noâ¦it was just my job.â
It was common for doctors to get annoyed with children because theyâre not as profitable.
But without having to consider it, Minerva was already the sweetest doctor in all of Naviaâs lives.
Navia smiled slightly.
âIâll be in your care from now on.â
ââ¦â¦!â
Minerva bowed her head and began organizing her medical bag.
âThe treatment is all doneâ¦! T-Then I will go out!â
âAh, yeah. Thank you.â
Minerva, who was thanked again, bowed with a red face and quickly left.
âSheâs a very shy person.â
Navia blinked, sighed, and buried herself in bed.
âIâm hungry.â
Should I go find food this time?
Navia endured her hunger and closed her eyelids, unable to overcome the drowsiness.
***
Naviaâs room was on the second floor.
Guests were usually on the second floor, so it was natural for her to be there.
And the place Lark moved to was the corridor of the third floor.
The dark hallway shone silently on the black floor with dim lighting coming in through the windows.
No one was on the third floor. Not only people, but there were also no candles burning with a golden flame, that should have filled the walls and the ceilings as well.
It was just darkness full of silence.
âSuleiman.â
And an old gentleman with gray hair appeared suddenly from a space where no one was present.
He was Larkâs aide, as Count Suleiman Genegar. Although he only had a title and no land, it was very rare for a count to claim to be no less than a secretary of a Duke than the Imperial family.
Suleiman had already long sworn allegiance to Lark.
âPlease speak, Lord.â
Suleiman ran to the front door at the sound of an out-of-the-blue explosion through the silence and found a girl in the arms of his master.
The girl was covered in mud. Her clothes were ragged and blood was dripping.
Suleiman expected Lark to pass the sourly distraught girl to dispose of her. But Lark looked at the girl gently.
âSave her.â
It was a pleasure to see Lark show interest in others. But it was Nikanâs foster daughter.
Suleiman continued to stick by Larkâs side, hiding himself. Therefore, he witnessed everything Navia said and did until now.
And⦠the child looked quite dangerous.
âExcept for being Nikanâs foster daughter, sheâs a child with a lot of dubious features. Itâs not good to have such a child in this house.â
It was not a powerful natural disaster that would break down a bank but a small crack.
Suleiman thought Navia was the small crack that would break down this place.
Lark spoke.
âDo as the kid says.â
ââ¦Lord, It would be better to send her back with Wood Agnes. There is no way Nikan doesnât have something on that child, isnât that right?â
For example, brainwashing.
Lark didnât care if such assumptions were true.
âI already told her to stay for one year. Are you trying to reverse my words?â
Suleiman was forced to bow when he said so.
âI will heed your orders.â
Then he left the third floor to carry out the order.
Silence came.
Lark walked slowly from his room.
He could have used magic like he did coming to the third floor, but he didnât.
The concept of time was meaningless to him anyway.
He didnât need to rush.
The sound of his clothes fluttering was the only presence in the silence.
His face was deeply shaded, making it look bleak, as if he were wearing a black mask, covering half his face.
He looked like a master who ruled a place that lacked warmth.
Lark looked out the window suddenly.
âIt never snowed on a day like this.â
The colorless and meaningless gaze was again at the black hallway.
The black scenery that might feel eerie in someoneâs view was in place.
Was that inevitable? This place was a giant coffin in the shape of a mansion.
A coffin where those who canât die, live.
Lark was an âinfinite regressor.â