Chapter 22: A Sense Of Age
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Chapter 22: A Sense Of Age
Lucia had always felt that Shiron possessed a certain maturity beyond his age.
It wasnt just about his age; he seemed more adult-like than he should be. The glimpses of his serious demeanor made it impossible to see him as a mere child. Was it his assertiveness? The aura he exuded suggested so.
This wasnt simply because he read a lot of books. If it was the superficial knowledge one got from reading, Lucia would have easily distinguished it since she had seen it all too often in her past life. There wasnt a chance she would fail to recognize it.
It seemed more like wisdom emanating from experience. To give an analogy, it felt like the composure of a seasoned old man navigating through situations based on vast experiences.
Although she hadnt known Shiron for very long, there were times when he seemed even more worldly-wise than her, a reincarnated soul.
Only two days ago, Shiron had shown such a side. The way he tightly grasped her trembling hand emitted a light so intense that it seemed unbreakable.
That memory was vivid and unforgettable.
The image of Shiron approaching Lucia, who was shivering and clutching her cloak, was still clear. Despite being up all night, there wasnt a hint of fatigue on his face.
Even though he was still at an age needing care, despite being much younger than Lucia mentally, Shiron tried to muster the frightened Lucias spirits.
The touch from that moment still felt tangible on her skin. At what point did it start? Lucia began to view Shiron not just as a mere child.
What did I just hear?
Because of that, Lucia couldnt easily brush off Bertas words.
Bertas fair nakedness came into Lucias view. The toned, fat-free body crowned with the symbol of motherhood was appealing even to another woman.
Visit him at night?
Why?
She pretended not to know, but deep inside, she had a good guess.
Although she had no romantic experience across both her lives, let alone any intimate encounters with men, Lucia was no fool to not understand the implication of being asked to bathe and visit at night.
After all, the place where Kyrie and her comrades often were was a battlefield where one never knew when death might strike.
In such extreme situations, some moral boundaries tended to blur. Additionally, it was a place where ones true nature was most clearly exposed.
Regardless of the era, battlefields have always had more men than women, so it was natural that they exuded a macho atmosphere.
Men who had their first-night experiences bragged about it as if they were sharing some grand tale. So blushing from the indecent jokes that sometimes flowed during drinking sessions was something even nuns, fresh out of monasteries, wouldnt do.
However, there was one factor due to which Lucia couldnt easily overlook Bertas comment.
Lucia bowed her head, pondering Shirons age.
Wasnt he only eleven years old?
Shiron was too young to be insinuating such nighttime activities. This realization made Lucias pupils tremble.
If she had calculated the dates right, he would need at least three more years to hit puberty.
Lucia slowly lifted her head, looking forward. Contrary to her jumbled thoughts, the image of the woman before her was crystal clear.
Had the awkwardness between them vanished due to their conversation? Berta seemed more relaxed than before.
With her back fully against the wall, her confident posture made Lucia realize how alluring Berta was.
As expected
Do you have something to say? Youve been staring at me for quite a while.
Suddenly, Berta shifted her gaze and scratched her cheek. It wasnt surprising. Berta wasnt so oblivious as to not notice the intense gaze on her for such a long time.
Lucia glimpsed Berta through her wet, dripping hair. Bertas expression carried a hint of levity.
.
Come to think of it, Shiron was the young master of the prestigious Prient household.
To Lucia, even after 500 years, the reputation of the Sword Saint Kyrie remained well known. Considering the caliber of individuals like Hugo that emerged from it, the familys dominance seemed unbroken.
Becoming affiliated with such a prestigious family would certainly come with countless benefits. The trivial tasks of advancing a mere bureaucrats career seemed effortlessly achievable.
There had been tales in the past of people offering themselves for the sake of climbing the social ladder.
Now that I recall, that guy did have a penchant for crude jokes with the underlings.
Lucia slowly rose, her eyes vacant.
Are you leaving?
Yes.
Lucia staggered out of the bathtub. Her head spun too much to stay any longer.
Lucia shuffled through the corridor. Even when she tried to lie down and sleep, every time she closed her eyes, Shiron came to mind.
Ive become an outdated relic, unable to keep up with the times
It was a day her convictions shattered. Her weakened steps seemed devoid of strength, not from soaking in the tub for too long but from the shock of her realization.
Modern people theyre so open-minded. I wonder how I ended up like this.
Lucia chided herself, thinking her thoughts sounded old-fashioned.
She was briefly haunted by an image of a devious-looking Shiron, appearing as though mocking her for being old.
To begin with, expecting someone from my era to understand the current world is a mistake. What would others think? The generation gap oh my, 500 years.
She let out a cynical laugh. For her, unable to accept the flow of 500 years, she needed something to lean on now.
I thought he was a comrade
In this mansion, the only other human, Shiron, wasnt her ally either. Books, holding records of the past, became Lucias sole confidants and friends.
Right. Ill read. Clearing my mind and cooling my head might help.
Lost in her thoughts, she found herself in the library. Lucia rested her hand on the library door handle and slowly entered.
Without much thought, she moved to a particular section.
Huh?
But the Chronicles of Kyrie, which had always been present, were missing.
Why is it gone?
No matter how much she looked or considered if she had remembered the location wrongly, she couldnt find the book.
In this mansion, apart from her, the only one who might read such a fairy tale was Shiron. But since Shiron often criticized Kyries tale for being exaggerated, Lucia ruled him out.
Suddenly, her gaze fixated on a desk in the library.
Found it?
The well-worn fairy tale book that she had read countless times was now in the possession of an unfamiliar young girl.
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Chapter 22: A Sense Of Age
Lucia had always felt that Shiron possessed a certain maturity beyond his age.
It wasnt just about his age; he seemed more adult-like than he should be. The glimpses of his serious demeanor made it impossible to see him as a mere child. Was it his assertiveness? The aura he exuded suggested so.
This wasnt simply because he read a lot of books. If it was the superficial knowledge one got from reading, Lucia would have easily distinguished it since she had seen it all too often in her past life. There wasnt a chance she would fail to recognize it.
It seemed more like wisdom emanating from experience. To give an analogy, it felt like the composure of a seasoned old man navigating through situations based on vast experiences.
Although she hadnt known Shiron for very long, there were times when he seemed even more worldly-wise than her, a reincarnated soul.
Only two days ago, Shiron had shown such a side. The way he tightly grasped her trembling hand emitted a light so intense that it seemed unbreakable.
That memory was vivid and unforgettable.
The image of Shiron approaching Lucia, who was shivering and clutching her cloak, was still clear. Despite being up all night, there wasnt a hint of fatigue on his face.
Even though he was still at an age needing care, despite being much younger than Lucia mentally, Shiron tried to muster the frightened Lucias spirits.
The touch from that moment still felt tangible on her skin. At what point did it start? Lucia began to view Shiron not just as a mere child.
What did I just hear?
Because of that, Lucia couldnt easily brush off Bertas words.
Bertas fair nakedness came into Lucias view. The toned, fat-free body crowned with the symbol of motherhood was appealing even to another woman.
Visit him at night?
Why?
She pretended not to know, but deep inside, she had a good guess.
Although she had no romantic experience across both her lives, let alone any intimate encounters with men, Lucia was no fool to not understand the implication of being asked to bathe and visit at night.
After all, the place where Kyrie and her comrades often were was a battlefield where one never knew when death might strike.
In such extreme situations, some moral boundaries tended to blur. Additionally, it was a place where ones true nature was most clearly exposed.
Regardless of the era, battlefields have always had more men than women, so it was natural that they exuded a macho atmosphere.
Men who had their first-night experiences bragged about it as if they were sharing some grand tale. So blushing from the indecent jokes that sometimes flowed during drinking sessions was something even nuns, fresh out of monasteries, wouldnt do.
However, there was one factor due to which Lucia couldnt easily overlook Bertas comment.
Lucia bowed her head, pondering Shirons age.
Wasnt he only eleven years old?
Shiron was too young to be insinuating such nighttime activities. This realization made Lucias pupils tremble.
If she had calculated the dates right, he would need at least three more years to hit puberty.
Lucia slowly lifted her head, looking forward. Contrary to her jumbled thoughts, the image of the woman before her was crystal clear.
Had the awkwardness between them vanished due to their conversation? Berta seemed more relaxed than before.
With her back fully against the wall, her confident posture made Lucia realize how alluring Berta was.
As expected
Do you have something to say? Youve been staring at me for quite a while.
Suddenly, Berta shifted her gaze and scratched her cheek. It wasnt surprising. Berta wasnt so oblivious as to not notice the intense gaze on her for such a long time.
Lucia glimpsed Berta through her wet, dripping hair. Bertas expression carried a hint of levity.
.
Come to think of it, Shiron was the young master of the prestigious Prient household.
To Lucia, even after 500 years, the reputation of the Sword Saint Kyrie remained well known. Considering the caliber of individuals like Hugo that emerged from it, the familys dominance seemed unbroken.
Becoming affiliated with such a prestigious family would certainly come with countless benefits. The trivial tasks of advancing a mere bureaucrats career seemed effortlessly achievable.
There had been tales in the past of people offering themselves for the sake of climbing the social ladder.
Now that I recall, that guy did have a penchant for crude jokes with the underlings.
Lucia slowly rose, her eyes vacant.
Are you leaving?
Yes.
Lucia staggered out of the bathtub. Her head spun too much to stay any longer.
Lucia shuffled through the corridor. Even when she tried to lie down and sleep, every time she closed her eyes, Shiron came to mind.
Ive become an outdated relic, unable to keep up with the times
It was a day her convictions shattered. Her weakened steps seemed devoid of strength, not from soaking in the tub for too long but from the shock of her realization.
Modern people theyre so open-minded. I wonder how I ended up like this.
Lucia chided herself, thinking her thoughts sounded old-fashioned.
She was briefly haunted by an image of a devious-looking Shiron, appearing as though mocking her for being old.
To begin with, expecting someone from my era to understand the current world is a mistake. What would others think? The generation gap oh my, 500 years.
She let out a cynical laugh. For her, unable to accept the flow of 500 years, she needed something to lean on now.
I thought he was a comrade
In this mansion, the only other human, Shiron, wasnt her ally either. Books, holding records of the past, became Lucias sole confidants and friends.
Right. Ill read. Clearing my mind and cooling my head might help.
Lost in her thoughts, she found herself in the library. Lucia rested her hand on the library door handle and slowly entered.
Without much thought, she moved to a particular section.
Huh?
But the Chronicles of Kyrie, which had always been present, were missing.
Why is it gone?
No matter how much she looked or considered if she had remembered the location wrongly, she couldnt find the book.
In this mansion, apart from her, the only one who might read such a fairy tale was Shiron. But since Shiron often criticized Kyries tale for being exaggerated, Lucia ruled him out.
Suddenly, her gaze fixated on a desk in the library.
Found it?
The well-worn fairy tale book that she had read countless times was now in the possession of an unfamiliar young girl.
Chapter 22: A Sense Of AgeLucia had always felt that Shiron possessed a certain maturity beyond his age.It wasnt just about his age; he seemed more adult-like than he should be. The glimpses of his serious demeanor made it impossible to see him as a mere child. Was it his assertiveness? The aura he exuded suggested so.This wasnt simply because he read a lot of books. If it was the superficial knowledge one got from reading, Lucia would have easily distinguished it since she had seen it all too often in her past life. There wasnt a chance she would fail to recognize it.It seemed more like wisdom emanating from experience. To give an analogy, it felt like the composure of a seasoned old man navigating through situations based on vast experiences.Although she hadnt known Shiron for very long, there were times when he seemed even more worldly-wise than her, a reincarnated soul.Only two days ago, Shiron had shown such a side. The way he tightly grasped her trembling hand emitted a light so intense that it seemed unbreakable.That memory was vivid and unforgettable.The image of Shiron approaching Lucia, who was shivering and clutching her cloak, was still clear. Despite being up all night, there wasnt a hint of fatigue on his face.Even though he was still at an age needing care, despite being much younger than Lucia mentally, Shiron tried to muster the frightened Lucias spirits.The touch from that moment still felt tangible on her skin. At what point did it start? Lucia began to view Shiron not just as a mere child.What did I just hear?Because of that, Lucia couldnt easily brush off Bertas words.Bertas fair nakedness came into Lucias view. The toned, fat-free body crowned with the symbol of motherhood was appealing even to another woman.Visit him at night?Why?She pretended not to know, but deep inside, she had a good guess.Although she had no romantic experience across both her lives, let alone any intimate encounters with men, Lucia was no fool to not understand the implication of being asked to bathe and visit at night.After all, the place where Kyrie and her comrades often were was a battlefield where one never knew when death might strike.In such extreme situations, some moral boundaries tended to blur. Additionally, it was a place where ones true nature was most clearly exposed.Regardless of the era, battlefields have always had more men than women, so it was natural that they exuded a macho atmosphere.Men who had their first-night experiences bragged about it as if they were sharing some grand tale. So blushing from the indecent jokes that sometimes flowed during drinking sessions was something even nuns, fresh out of monasteries, wouldnt do.However, there was one factor due to which Lucia couldnt easily overlook Bertas comment.Lucia bowed her head, pondering Shirons age.Wasnt he only eleven years old?Shiron was too young to be insinuating such nighttime activities. This realization made Lucias pupils tremble.If she had calculated the dates right, he would need at least three more years to hit puberty.Lucia slowly lifted her head, looking forward. Contrary to her jumbled thoughts, the image of the woman before her was crystal clear.Had the awkwardness between them vanished due to their conversation? Berta seemed more relaxed than before.With her back fully against the wall, her confident posture made Lucia realize how alluring Berta was.As expectedDo you have something to say? Youve been staring at me for quite a while.Suddenly, Berta shifted her gaze and scratched her cheek. It wasnt surprising. Berta wasnt so oblivious as to not notice the intense gaze on her for such a long time.Lucia glimpsed Berta through her wet, dripping hair. Bertas expression carried a hint of levity..Come to think of it, Shiron was the young master of the prestigious Prient household.To Lucia, even after 500 years, the reputation of the Sword Saint Kyrie remained well known. Considering the caliber of individuals like Hugo that emerged from it, the familys dominance seemed unbroken.Becoming affiliated with such a prestigious family would certainly come with countless benefits. The trivial tasks of advancing a mere bureaucrats career seemed effortlessly achievable.There had been tales in the past of people offering themselves for the sake of climbing the social ladder.Now that I recall, that guy did have a penchant for crude jokes with the underlings.Lucia slowly rose, her eyes vacant.Are you leaving?Yes.Lucia staggered out of the bathtub. Her head spun too much to stay any longer.Lucia shuffled through the corridor. Even when she tried to lie down and sleep, every time she closed her eyes, Shiron came to mind.Ive become an outdated relic, unable to keep up with the timesIt was a day her convictions shattered. Her weakened steps seemed devoid of strength, not from soaking in the tub for too long but from the shock of her realization.Modern people theyre so open-minded. I wonder how I ended up like this.Lucia chided herself, thinking her thoughts sounded old-fashioned.She was briefly haunted by an image of a devious-looking Shiron, appearing as though mocking her for being old.To begin with, expecting someone from my era to understand the current world is a mistake. What would others think? The generation gap oh my, 500 years.She let out a cynical laugh. For her, unable to accept the flow of 500 years, she needed something to lean on now.I thought he was a comradeIn this mansion, the only other human, Shiron, wasnt her ally either. Books, holding records of the past, became Lucias sole confidants and friends.Right. Ill read. Clearing my mind and cooling my head might help.Lost in her thoughts, she found herself in the library. Lucia rested her hand on the library door handle and slowly entered.Without much thought, she moved to a particular section.Huh?But the Chronicles of Kyrie, which had always been present, were missing.Why is it gone?No matter how much she looked or considered if she had remembered the location wrongly, she couldnt find the book.In this mansion, apart from her, the only one who might read such a fairy tale was Shiron. But since Shiron often criticized Kyries tale for being exaggerated, Lucia ruled him out.Suddenly, her gaze fixated on a desk in the library.Found it?The well-worn fairy tale book that she had read countless times was now in the possession of an unfamiliar young girl.
