BXBX NOVEL Chapter 82
Chapter 82
Viscount Arlen remembered Ilyin’s words of her getting married to a family of the north. Perhaps, this was the reason why there were absolutely no rumors from the northern families?
Because Ilyin married a merchant?
Viscount Arlen clicked his tongue. How could she even think about getting married to a lowly merchant? He shook his head.
Ilyin’s rumors were now turned true, that she was a weird noble child that ran away because she couldn’t handle the Viscount.
Lowly blood is lowly blood.
He remembered the Viscountess that came to him a long time ago. It was for him a one-time thing with a one-time affection. No honestly, the finance rather than the affection was sweeter.
She came one day and said, “I’m going to carry your child.”
It wasn’t like a resolution nor a conviction. She talked nonsense, it wasn’t that she was promising the future, but that she came after seeing a future where she would be having his child.
Though he didn’t believe her at the time, he was interested as the bold woman was extremely beautiful. However, a child was born just as she said and like her mother, the child that was born was ominous.
The Viscount looked at where Ilyin and Den passed again. Then clicked his tongue and turned his gaze away.
He didn’t want to bother seeing his wife dying. Just like the usual, she would say it’s the future or something that was nonsensical and ominous.
He could tell people that he didn’t want to be a part of the reunion with the daughter that ran away and that his wife passed away during the reunion. The Viscount only thought about his image during all of this. There was no hesitation when he was turning around.
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The Viscountess of Arlen’s funeral was held with great grandeur and pomposity.
As if Viscount’s wish came true, the northern families that knew him came to offer their condolences.
Of course, they didn’t show it personally. It was mostly the vassals of the family or the representatives of the family that came in their lieu.
Amongst them were those who complained about why they had to come to such lowly family, but they rationalized it as their master’s great generosity and had an arrogant attitude the whole time.
Ilyin’s vision was slightly obscured by the black veil. It was dark like there was a layer of achromatic cloth on top of the bright world. Even though she knew it was because of the veil, it felt like it was a perfect metaphor for her life currently.
Still, Aden was by her side the entire time. In the world obscured by the achromatic cloth, she felt that this man shone colorfully despite it all. She grabbed his hand tightly.
Their stay in the warm region had extended unintentionally. The Acid Merchant sent people for condolences to show respect to Viscount Arlen with whom they had just started a deal with. Of course, that was only a cover-up, the reality being that they were sending people to serve Ilyin and Aden.
Milo quickly moved the moment he heard of the death of Viscountess Arlen. First, he unpacked everything they had packed to head back to the north and sent the maids that served the master couple to the Viscount mansion.
“You must be heartbroken.”
Viscount Arlen was busy receiving guests. The guests moved around the Viscountess’s coffin, but everyone just seemed to be doing it out of formality as they just quietly showed respect and walked past it. It felt like people who were close to her could’ve come, but there was no one at the funeral that looked like her friend.
The guests could be heard whispering at how even her own family didn’t show. Even though it had been a while since they were in touch, none of the family showing up at the funeral stirred up some rumors.
“Ah yes.” Even Viscount Arlen who cared about the family’s image turned his head sadly at the subject. He was holding back any excuses he could say and kept silent.
“He’s the same even on a day like this.”
It was Aden that was beside Ilyin. Etra and Idith were behind the two of them. A person approached them and instinctively, Idith moved to block the stranger, but Ilyin stopped him.
“It’s ok, Idith.”
She looked at the lady whose face was also covered by a black veil. She was holding a cane but her back was so straight that it didn’t seem necessary.
Idith moved back at Ilyin’s words.
There was a chuckle from underneath the veil, “You’ve married an amazing person.”
It was the same thing the Viscountess said.
Aden’s eyes opened a little wider as he realized who she was. He was curious about the answer, but even for the Duke of Winter, he didn’t have the ability to see through a thick veil.
“Grandmother.” Ilyin’s voice gave the answer.
“If you’re curious about the name, call me Bertha.” Ilyin’s grandmother, Bertha, looked straight at Aden.
Aden bowed, “Nice to meet you.”
Bertha laughed again. The joyous sound that didn’t fit the funeral echoed lightly around the three of them.
“For sure you are a young man quite different from the rumors.”
She looked happy. This might be the first time in a while, no, the first time ever that Ilyin saw her grandmother this happy.
They didn’t communicate much. Grandmother who moved far away when Ilyin was young hadn’t even told her where she was going.
‘Where are you going?’ Young Ilyin asked.
Bertha’s answer was just as enigmatic as her, ‘You will know if you need it.’
Ilyin, even at a young age, somewhat understood what her grandmother meant. If there was something important, the foresight would tell her.
Like now.
This time, my grandmother came to find me.
Ilyin looked at the coffin quietly. The Viscountess, tidied up more than when she was living, lied there with her long shiny hair which ironically looked more alive now than it ever did when she was alive.