The Return of the Female Knight

CHAPTER 110

Mirabelle started to move. How long has it been? His eyes were still closed and his vision was dark, but he could faintly make a sound.

“She is alive now due to prompt medical treatment. A few moments later and it would be a disaster. "

Who speaks to the doctor?

Another voice, more familiar, answered. It was the firm tone of his father, Alphord.

"How do you look after Mirabelle when I'm gone? I can't believe you allowed a servant to accompany her outside the house! ”

Even without seeing her face, Mirabelle knew that her father was furious. Michael's voice answered from somewhere nearby.

"Sorry, Milord. It's all my fault."

Mirabelle wants to get out of bed and explains that it wasn't the butler's fault. He has begged Michael to go on a picnic alone with Kuhn.

The atmosphere in the room continued to crackle, but fortunately, it was Derek who was now speaking to convince his father.

"Stop, Dad. It wasn't the butler's fault. How could he change Mirabelle's decision? I'll take care of him more carefully. "

"How long has Elena been married?"

"…Not long."

“Alright, keep that a secret from him for now. If she heard that Mirabelle was sick, she would run back. Now that she is the Crown Princess, it is not good for her to be involved in every detail of our family. ”

Alphord's words about drawing a line with Elena hit Mirabelle's heart. Even if Elena married and changed her last name, she was still the eldest daughter of the Blaise family. Despite the fact that Mirabelle is sickly, Mirabelle doesn't like the way she's treated differently from everyone else. In his eyes, Alphord had always acted more cold-hearted towards Elena.

With that thought in his mind, Mirabelle fell asleep once again. Voices flowed in and out of his consciousness, from the friendly voices of the wandering servants, to the conversations of the servants outside the door, and the voices of the doctors he now knew, he said, whose face he had not seen. But none of them had the voice Mirabelle wanted to hear.

"Where are you?"

Maybe he went to the palace when he was unconscious? Did the rest of his family punish him for going on a picnic alone? Many questions and worries revolved around his head, but lifting his heavy eyelids was not easy.

'…I miss you.'

He missed Kuhn's cold gray eyes. He wanted to hear the monotonous flat tone of his voice.

'Kuhn .. Kuhn …'

The day after Mirabelle fainted, she finally managed to open her eyes properly. It was dark now, and only a dim candle lit the scene. Even in a shallow light, Mirabelle was blown away and she had to blink her eyes several times to focus her vision. He looked around to look around. The first thing that caught his attention was—

His teddy bear sat by his bed. The velvet bear, the dark blue was the same color as Kuhn's hair. It was still wearing a jacket since he first met Kuhn. However, it was not her bear that Mirabelle wanted to see right now.

Mirabelle turned her head to pick up more rooms, when a man suddenly and quietly appeared. The same one he had searched for many times in his dreams. He looked at her with wide eyes.

"Do you feel better?"

Mirabelle's throat felt too sore to answer her, and she simply nodded. Relief soaks Kuhn's gray eyes.

At their first meeting, Mirabelle begged her to stay, but when she opened her eyes again, she had already disappeared. He didn't know what he would do if he left again. However, at that moment, he was relieved to see her by his side.

"… Kuhn."

"Yes, Young Miss."

Mirabelle had a hard time forming words with her dry throat, but she felt like she had to say this now. There was no other way to express his feelings properly than to tell him.

"Help …"

"Yes, Young Miss."

When he called out to her again, Kuhn replied casually as usual.

"…I love you."

"What?"

Kuhn was suddenly overwhelmed with confusion. Mirabelle was delighted that she could cause a reaction on her normally expressionless face.

"What did you say?"

Mirabelle answered confidently once again.

"I told you I love you."

Perhaps he had held back this feeling for a long time, but he only realized it now.

He can't understand it. How could a noble daughter love a man who has no name? Mirabelle does not know Kuhn's true identity. To him, he was a man who was involved in something dangerous in the past, but was still low enough to work as a servant in a large mansion. No, even if he knew his true identity, their differences were too vast to overcome. No noble would let their daughter be with someone like her.

That doesn't mean Kuhn doesn't have the advances of other women. However, the words he had heard so far were, “I like you, do you want to be together for a while?” Or “Do you want to be my lover?” No one ever confessed that they loved him.

The embarrassed look faded from Kuhn's face, and the blank and expressionless walls were rebuilt.

"Young Miss, did you know that the women in Ruford Empire took on the status of their husbands?"

"Of course I know."

"You know that as a noble's daughter, if you marry a baron of a lower status than you, then you will become a baroness?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"So, you're aware that if you're with me, you'll be the wife of a waiter?"

Mirabelle did not ask Kuhn to marry her immediately, but she wanted to make a strong impression on her mind. The two together have no hope.

Contrary to Kuhn's intentions, Mirabelle replied with a firm nod.

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I'm a servant's wife, but if I'm Kuhn's wife. “

Kuhn confused the words. He was sometimes surprised by her, but it was nothing compared to this. Even though her cheeks were thin, she was really firm.

“It's okay if you don't have anything. I can work hard. "

As of now, Kuhn considers Mirabelle like a weak little bird, but she has an unexpected determination. He spoke words that no one else could easily. Some unknown emotions arose within Kuhn.

"Is that why he kept me?"

He doesn't know Mirabelle's agenda, but now he understands. This beautiful girl loved it so much with incredible purity.

"Collog, kollog."

Mirabelle gave him a few coughs, and he broke his mind.

"Rest first, Young Miss."

He turned around, when Mirabelle's voice stopped him.

"Answer to my confession ... is it just a reminder of our differences?"

Kuhn turned to look at Mirabelle.

"That's the most important thing, Young Miss."

"If you were a noble, would our relationship change in a better way?"

A puzzled expression appeared on Kuhn's face, but it soon disappeared. Whatever freedom he imagined was not reality. Kuhn locked her eyes with Mirabelle and replied coldly.

"Please think about it. I wouldn't have listened to this uncomfortable confession if I wasn't a servant. ”

No matter who heard it, it was a clear rejection. Mirabelle's clear green eyes began to tremble in pain.

Kuhn turned around, seemingly unconcerned, and went to the window to leave. Mirabelle is young and wrong. Once he was more mature, he would look back at this moment with regret.

Kuhn took a few steps forward, but she heard Mirabelle's faint voice behind her.

"… I love you, Kuhn."

Kuhn's feet stopped at the confession, but she immediately stepped forward again as if nothing was wrong. Fortunately, the room was too dim for him to notice. This time, he answered without turning his head.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear from you today."

At the same time, Kuhn touched the table clock lying on the table, and he dropped it to the ground with a loud noise. It shocked the waiter who was asleep outside, and he quickly went to Mirabelle's room.

“O-oh, Young Miss! Are you all right? Waita minute. I'll call the doctor! "

Then the waiter realized that Mirabelle was awake and rushed away. Mirabelle, who was suddenly interrupted by the waiter, turned to the window again, but Kuhn had already disappeared.

Hwiiyingeu—

The wide open windows were the only proof that he had ever been there.