The Return of the Female Knight

CHAPTER 109

Kuhn sent Carlisle a message asking for help to leave Blaise's house, and the answer soon returned.

Kuggiseu—

Kuhn squeezed the letter in his hand.

[Prince Carlisle assumes you are on vacation, and orders you to stay with Lady Mirabelle until she returns south. – Zenard]

Kuhn and Zenard avoided seeing each other's faces when they could. This time was no different, but what was written on the letter still frustrated Kuhn.

'…Vacation.'

Kuhn has not rested since he joined Carlisle, except when he was forced to rest due to injury. That's what Kuhn wanted. He did not know how to spend time without a mission, and he felt useless as he sat in silence.

"General, why …?"

Until now, Carlisle knew Kuhn's ethics and allowed him to return to work quickly. To him, the bloody battlefield was the only thing that made him feel alive.

Kuhn remembered something Carlisle said to her after she escaped from the Queen's palace.

– Force yourself sometimes to rest. Don't work too much to death.

At that moment, Kuhn thought it was just an ordinary greeting born of worry. But is that true? This time Kuhn felt pushed into the environment where he had to rest, whether he wanted to or not.

Kuhn looked around the empty room, frowning. Batori had gone to the Imperial Palace, and the place where they used to live together was now quieter.

This oppressive silence .. Kuhn hates him. If he did not get a chance to move his body, he would die.

"What should someone do in a place like this?"

She could disappear like a shadow from Blaise's house, but now she is bound by her promise to Elena and orders from Carlisle.

A throbbing headache in Kuhn's head, and he grabbed his forehead with one hand.

– You are useless! Go and die!

Somehow, old memories floated to the surface in his mind. Although the event had been going on for a long time, the voice was clearly heard in his ears. Heart's clenching.

That was.

Ttog.

There were soft footsteps, then a few knocks on the door. Not many are tapping carefully when visiting a waiter. Kuhn looked towards the entrance, and a clear and familiar voice spoke.

"Kuhn, are you there?"

It was Mirabelle. He burdened her with kindness before, and now he spoke to Kuhn, who was trying to avoid the gaze of others.

Kuhn still doesn't understand. Why did he go so far to take care of her?

"When did it start?"

Was that when he saved Mirabelle? Or was it when Mirabelle saved her wounded self in the palace? In retrospect, all of their encounters occurred under unforeseen circumstances. This was the first time in his life that many accidents coincided. Whether it was fate or not, Kuhn had never experienced such a thing before.

After a while, the door groaned noisily as it swung inward. Mirabelle looked bright as usual. Kuhn did not notice it, but the unpleasant memories that appeared in her mind quickly faded from her head.

"Oh? I'm afraid you're not here because you didn't answer. "

Normally, people would yell at Kuhn for not answering, but Mirabelle did not treat her differently despite her status.

"I didn't hear you call you because I thought of something else, Young Miss."

Despite the obvious lies, Mirabelle believed her words without a doubt. Lying like this is new and a little uncomfortable, especially when he lies easily and he trusts her completely.

Mirabelle looked at Kuhn with a warm gaze and asked her plainly,

"Do you want to go on a picnic that I told you about?"

His question had implications that he could reject his offer. But can the housekeeper Blaise refuse?

Kuhn smiled at herself. No matter that she works under Carlisle, memories of her past slave self always haunt her. He could not forget his position even when he was disguised as a servant. Kuhn, who had lived as a slave since he was a child, knew better than anyone else.

She rejects Mirabelle's offer of a choice and chooses the answer she thinks is already decided.

"Yes, Young Miss."

Mirabelle packed a picnic basket full of food, and headed to the side of the mountain accompanied only by Kuhn. It was unusual that he did not bring along another servant or servant, and the butler tried to persuade him, but he made excuses about feeling too crowded. In reality, he could not speak freely to Kuhn if there was anyone else. Kuhn was vaguely aware of that fact, but she pretended not to know.

“Wow, view all forsythia flowers here. They're very pretty. "

It was a beautiful spring day, and a warm wind floated in the air. Mirabelle continued to express her admiration for the flowers, while Kuhn looked on with a blank expression. He was not impressed by the natural scenery. Flowers are just flowers, and trees are just trees. He could not understand why people admired the changing of the seasons.

Mirabelle and Kuhn reacted otherwise, but they did not impose their own opinions on each other. Mirabelle continues to be happy, while Kuhn watches her. They are an unusual combination that does not fit at all, but in any case, they do not feel comfortable with each other.

Mirabelle pointed to a small bird sitting on a large branch.

"Oh, look over there. That bird is so cute. ”

"Yes." Yeah."

Despite her outspoken response, Mirabelle smiled. They walk around the mountainside and enjoy the natural beauty of spring.

After some time, they sat on the blankets and unloaded the picnic baskets from Blaise's house. There was an incredible amount of food inside, and there was almost no room for them to sit down when Mirabelle finished putting it down. When he finished, he smiled at Kuhn.

"Help yourself, Kuhn."

"Yes, Young Miss."

No matter how good the food he ate, his expression remained the same. He did not show his feelings due to habit. Sometimes Mirabelle stopped eating to watch Kuhn, and even though she felt a little awkward, she continued to eat silently. No matter who looked at them, the combination of a beautiful young lady and a quiet servant was extremely unusual.

They ended up eating half of the food they brought, and Mirabelle noticed Kuhn as she calmly cleaned.

"How does it feel to get out and get some fresh air?"

"What do you mean?"

“You've been looking a little depressed lately. Actually, I want to bring some more food. Watching the scenery while eating delicious food is the best way to relax. ”

"…"

Kuhn had never really relaxed before, and did not understand it well. It was the first time in his life that he ever had fun. If it wasn't for Mirabelle, Kuhn would never have gone on a picnic. However, what was clear to him was that looking at the flowers and listening to the birds made him lose his anxiety.

"Did he notice my mood?"

Kuhn often wears an expressionless mask, and it is difficult for others to know whether she is happy or unhappy. Mirabelle, however, seemed to have seen through her gloomy mood. Ironically, the cause of his depression was Mirabelle herself, which prevented him from leaving Blaise's house.

Kuhn looked at Mirabelle curiously, and finished packing the picnic basket.

“What do you want to do next, Young Miss? Would you like to look around again? Or do you want to return to the mansion now? ”

Their carriages were at the base of the mountain slope. Kuhn had driven it himself, and no one else was waiting for them there. That meant that Mirabelle could set the schedule as she pleased.

"Hmmm"

Mirabelle staring hard, when—

Uleulags! The kwagagagagagang!

A thin lightning flashed in the sky. Dark storm clouds began to propagate into the clear blue.

"What?"

Mirabelle looked up with a puzzled look. Kuhn picked up the picnic basket without hesitation, then rushed over to the seated Mirabelle.

"We need to hurry back. It's gonna rain soon. "

"Ah yes."

Mirabelle stood up with a regretful expression. They could get caught in the rain in the middle of the mountain slope, and the couple diligently walked to where the carriage was.

Unfortunately, heavy rain started to fall before they reached it. The spring rain was unexpected, but Mirabelle did not expect the weather to be fickle. His breathing became heavier as he walked down the path.

"Ha ha."

He started to pale as his body was cold in the rain. At the sight of that, Kuhn recalled the day when she first met Mirabelle and she fell to the floor in pain. He was worried it would happen again. He took off his jacket and put on Mirabelle, and his pale lips lifted with a faint smile.

"Thank you, Kuhn."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Mirabelle acted as calmly as possible, but Kuhn noticed that her condition was getting worse. He threw the picnic basket to the ground, causing its contents to run amok inside, but he ignored it and leaned over to offer his back to Mirabelle.

"Get. We'll be back as soon as possible. "

"I — heus — I'm fine—"

"soon."

At Kuhn's insistence, Mirabelle replied with a fading voice.

"…I'm sorry."

As soon as Mirabelle's small body leaned back, Kuhn got up and started running forward. He was lighter than he expected, so much so that he was worried he would disappear. For a moment Kuhn wondered at her unexpected feelings, but now was not the time to reflect on them.

He rushed down the slope, and Mirabelle was amazed at the speed.

“Kuhn, you are walking very fast. It's like a ride. ”

Mirabelle's voice was faint in her ears, and she felt shivering on her back. Kuhn spoke firmly to him.

"Stay with it."

He took a deep breath and accelerated the slope. Mirabelle held on weakly as she jostled on her back, and she swallowed a groan of her pain so as not to make her worry. He forced a faint smile despite the agony radiating from his stomach.

"What happened to me …"

Because Mirabelle was a child she suffered from an unknown illness, which was worse because no one knew the proper treatment. When the pain suddenly came like this, he felt like he was about to die …

Well, if he has to choose the time and place to do it, this is a good one.

"… I hope the road never ends."

As long as he can be with Kuhn, the pain is good. He slowly began to lose consciousness on his back, and could vaguely see Kuhn's voice yelling at him.

"Young Miss, you need to stay awake!"

Mirabelle wanted to answer her desperate cries, but she lost the battle to keep her eyes open.