Chapter 92 – 54. Gratitude, and the Hidden Shade.
“Allen Mestia.”
It was the first time.
That Vivian Araxis called my name.
“Why did you choose a sword?”
“I chose it because I just wanted to learn the sword.”
When I put the slightly heavy box, the sleeping dust rose up.
“Oh, look at the dust. Why were you cleaning up alone anyway?”
“Did I have an obligation to answer your question?”
“You’re using what I said earlier. Okay. If you don’t want to say something, you don’t have to say anything. Then I go.”
Arlen hurries out of the dusty storage shed and sees Vivian still in the shed, beckoning her to come out quickly.
“Come out quickly. I’m late for my next class, so I have to go home quickly.”
“Allen Mestia.”
“Yes, my name is Allen Mestia, so come quickly. Close the door.”
“Thank you.”
“What?”
Allen, who was beckoning him to come out of the warehouse quickly, said something he couldn’t understand at the moment.
It was suspicious that Vivian, whom he had not had much contact with before, said thank you to him.
“What? Why are you saying thank you all of a sudden? Have you ever caught a fatal disease?”
“Christine… I just wanted to say thank you for helping her sister.”
“Sister?”
‘What is this all about?’
Is Vivian Araxis’ sister Christine Ned?
No, it’s just weird anyway.
As far as I know, Vivian is her only child, and she has a sister? Could it be that this is the end?
Vivian’s dad is like, that… Christine’s mother… Ooh.
“Before. When something bad happens to me Miss Christine saved me. After that, I call Miss Christine, and when we’re alone, I call her Sister Christine.”
“Oh, I see. I’m glad.”
“What are you happy about? You’re not fantasizing about something very unpleasant right now, are you?”
“No way. You said you almost did something bad? He said that it was really fortunate that Miss Christine saved it.”
“Anyway, thank you for punching the guy who badmouthed Christine today. That’s all.”
‘Then I understand why she waited for me alone.’
I know about Vivian’s trauma.
That she began to hate men after being kidnapped and almost mistreated in the past.
However, it was the first time I knew that Christine appeared in Vivian’s past childhood.
This is a game and a reality.
Then, of course, it would be right to exist as a story that I know.
‘Different. All I know is that Vivian escaped on her own. But she said Christine came and saved her?’
She was completely different from the story of Vivian’s past she knew. But when Vivian herself says that, should I believe this?
If you want to learn more about Vivian’s story that Allen doesn’t know.
When Vivian Araxis was young, the bluish-white girl was active.
She was a girl with pure eyes that could melt ice, not the icy cold eyes she has now.
Vivian was curious.
When the girl was young, etiquette education was so interesting that she secretly left the mansion. At that time, she saw a young girl walking alone in the street.
The elegance flowed along with the jewelry that rested on the glossy blue hair and the dress that anyone could see was of high quality.
Expensive jewelry. Daughter of a certain family. And walking the streets alone without an escort?
It was no different than asking to take me away.
The plants in the greenhouse did not know how scary it was outside.
New street. Ain with various people.
A village street where a new world unfolds, not a mansion familiar to the eyes of a 6-year-old girl.
It would have been amazing
It’s very exciting to wander the lively streets with a lot of things you see for the first time.
However, the bluish-white girl who smiled brightly was too young even though she was still young.
As the girl thought, there weren’t many good people in the world.
The bluish-white girl was so pure and foolish that she didn’t even doubt that someone who approached her with pure malice would show her something interesting.
A street that gradually gets darker. The light was getting farther away, the man’s steps became more urgent, and the pain in his hands was so strong that he couldn’t shake it off.
The blue-white girl was led by the man’s hand and arrived at an old warehouse.
A bunch of sleazy people gathered and coveted the blue-white girl’s face and body with their eyes, and they forcibly tied Vivian, who resisted.
I couldn’t see ahead.
Her hands and feet were tied and she couldn’t move.
I wanted to scream for help, but my voice wouldn’t come out.
The insidious voices of malevolent men constantly tormented the blue-white girl’s ears.
The eyepatch covering her eyes was wet with tears, and Vivian struggled as the men’s filthy breath touched her face, but the man laughed meanly, perhaps excited by the sight.
It was scary.
I heard that there are many interesting things out there.
I heard that there are many strange things outside.
I heard you have new friends outside.
It wasn’t. Absolutely not.
The blue-white girl, unable to see anything and unable to speak, trembled with fear.
She was more afraid of being scolded by her mother than being scolded by her father.
The dish they ate for lunch stained the blue dress as their foul breath lingered in their nostrils.
Heavy vomit pouring down the blue dress.
A sour smell came up, but more than this, the man’s foul breath was worse and more disgusting than vomit.
I couldn’t see, but I could hear.
Their mean laughter as they try to take off my soiled dress.
The touch that gently touched me gave me goose bumps, and I even thought that it would be easier if I bit my tongue and died.
Slowly, they touched my dress, my shoulder with their thick hands, and it was then that the clothes slid down.
The sound of a door breaking.
And the men, startled, ran towards the broken door.
At the same time, the thick fingers that used to touch my shoulder disappeared.
Then came the men’s screams that echoed like echoes.
Footsteps walking towards me slowly with screams echoing one after another.
I was afraid. Touching my shoulder again, in a sobbing voice, so afraid of what to do next.
With a voice locked in fear, I begged for help. I begged you to come home.
‘Are you okay.’
Thin voice.
Wasn’t a man
I lowered my head in fear and immediately lifted the blindfold that sealed my eyes with a warm hand, revealing a faint outline.
‘Let’s go home quickly.’
She gently hugs her and pats her on the back, ignoring Vivian’s vomit.
Then the tears poured out. The tears that I thought would dry up now started to flow again.
As both sadness and relief came at once, Vivian was held in her arms, forgetting that she was her daughter, and she just cried endlessly.
After that, Christine, who rescued Vivian safely, cut off the wrists and ankles of the abducted group and all of her tendons.
Christine, who is about to leave after safely taking her to her mansion, readily accepts her request to stay at her mansion for a while with her thanks to her father, taking care of Vivian with all her heart and sincerity. Gave.
After so much time, when Christine leaves before she knows it. Vivian’s heart began to crack slightly.
Wounds do not heal easily. Especially if it’s a heartache.
After Christine left, Vivian, who was left alone, was scared.
As the kind light left, the slimy darkness approaching from afar clung to her as if she had been waiting for it.
Man.
Even the chef who is good at cooking.
Even the gardener who tends the garden.
Even the coachman leading the horse.
Even the first servant I liked.
Even my father was no exception.
Everyone was afraid.
If they came close to him, the memory of that day would unfold without hesitation, and he would choke on his breath and darken his eyes.
I was frightened and surprised when my hands got closer, and when I heard a thick and low voice, the memories of that day came to mind and my head and stomach suffered.
But. He couldn’t live with the pain forever.
He had to move on.
“…Allen Mestia.”
“Why again?”
“You… No. Nothing. Then I’ll go first.”
His blue-white hair fluttered and Vivian left.
“Fuckingly fresh. Stop talking?”
Allen, who was left alone, watched Vivian leave and ran to the classroom in a hurry when she heard her class bell ringing.
