A gentle wind passed through the garden, lifting strands of her hair and letting them dance freely in the air. She didn’t stop them. Her gaze remained distant, lost in thought.
So far… my life here has been bearable.
Only because Elion isn’t at the manor.
I don't know where he went. The servants said he left for some work.
Evandria wasn’t sure where he had gone, but something about his absence felt unsettling rather than comforting.
Maybe the rumors are true…
She had noticed it from the beginning.
The servants here were always careful—too careful. Even while performing the smallest tasks, their movements were restrained, their expressions tense, as if fear lingered constantly around them.
There was also one woman—
Veronica.
She might be the head maid… or perhaps not.
Sometimes she supervised the servants, and at other times, I had seen her handling documents and paperwork. She was quiet, observant, and unreadable.
There is also one room that is always closed.
No servant ever spoke about it.
The entire manor felt cold… eerie.
Just like him.
That's why i often come here and sit.
When i sit here, I feel warmth, I feel a little better.
This is a flower garden, filled with Alstroe-meria flowers.
She lowered her gaze to the flowers blooming around her.
Alstroemeria flowers filled the garden—soft petals swaying gently with the wind.
She smiled faintly.
“Alstroemeria…” she murmured.
These flowers always remind me of my sister.
When we were little… she used to give me these flowers.
She would smile and say—
“I’m happy to have you.”
That is what this flower signifies.
Her smile slowly faded.
“But… she’s not with me anymore.”
Evandria’s fingers tightened around the arm of the chair.
When I was at the academy…
I received a message....
Her chest felt heavy as the memory surfaced.
saying that my sister died while completing her mission.
They never found her body.
My father said he had sent a search team. But they found nothing
They said she might have fallen from a cliff....
or maybe her body was taken by a demonic monster.
But in the end—
Her death was confirmed.
Evandria swallowed.
She was only a few years older than me…
Yet I always looked up to her.
I always wanted to become like her.
My sister was beautiful, strong, always smiling.
She was a cheerful person.
A warmth and ache filled her chest.
I remember how she always looked after me.
She always took care of me.
Loved me,
And protected me.
Her hands trembled slightly.
One time..... she was almost seriously injured
while protecting me from a demonic monster.
The wind rustled the Alstroemeria flowers softly.
Evandria closed her eyes.
Under this tree, surrounded by flowers that symbolized bonds and affection, she allowed herself to remember—
And to grieve.
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