“Perfume?”
Liliana sniffed her wrist and said,
“It's from a cosmetics company called Latte.
Why?
Is that weird?”
“No, it's not strange, but...”
Damian thought for a moment and then said,
“It's a scent I've smelled before, so I was curious...”
“A lot of people use this perfume, it is a popular product and well-known among those interested in perfumes.”
"Is this correct…".
Damian looked unsure for a moment about her words about the perfume being popular.
Liliana continued to babble, unaware of his reaction.
"This smell, doesn't it make you feel like you're in the middle of a flower garden?
I usually put it on when I go out, but I've been in the hospital here for two weeks.
I'm dying to go out and have fun, but they won't let me leave, let alone go out, because my heart hasn't fully recovered yet!
I'm so bored, it's driving me crazy.
So I sprayed some perfume to at least feel better...
Is something wrong?
Why are you looking at me like that?"
Damian realized he was staring into space and quickly shook his head.
"No...nothing."
“Your expression says otherwise.”
"I lost myself in thought for a moment.
I apologize."
“It's not something to apologize for...”
Liliana smacked her lips.
But Damian was still a little confused, unable to calm his expression.
This person in front of him...
'She talks just like Mrs.
Lentrae.'
It wasn't just a similarity of feelings; Rather, her way of speaking was almost identical, as if she was copying sentences from letters.
Damian's heart started beating hard.
Could this person really be Lintray?
He couldn't help but ask Liliana again.
“Lady Liliana, by chance...”
Take a deep breath first.
“Do you know someone named Lintray?”
"no".
The answer came immediately.
Damian wondered if Liliana was lying.
It is likely that Mrs.
Lentrae, who exchanged letters with him, was lying.
Was she denying that she was Lintray even after hearing her name?
He looked at Liliana suspiciously, but she scratched the side of her neck and asked,
"By the way, she caught me earlier and asked me if I was Mrs.
Lentray, right?
Who is she?
Who did she mistakenly think I was?"
Her question left Damian speechless.
“Oh, well, this is...”
He stuttered, then groaned quietly and gathered his composure before asking again,
“So do you know Baron Lloyd Penbrick or Sera Penbrick?
Or have you at least heard their names?”
Liliana crossed her arms and thought for a moment, then shook her head.
“I've never heard of them before.
Should I know them?”
“No, not necessarily...
So you lived in a place called Edenfallen?”
“Where is this?”
"It's a rural village in the west.
I think only those who know the area know about it."
“Then I wouldn't know.
I lived in the Eastern District, so I'm not familiar with the West.
By the way, I was the one who asked the first question, but somehow, I only get questions from you, Damian.
Isn't that a bit unfair?”
At her frowning tone, Damian responded calmly, unlike before.
"You look like someone I know...so I asked you, just in case.
Please forget it."
“You mean me and that Lintray?”
"Yes".
“Hmm...”
Liliana rested her chin on her hand and said jokingly,
“If I'm anything like her, this Lentrae must be very beautiful.”
"oh well...".
Damian muttered indifferently, not recognizing Lentrae's face.
Liliana frowned and said in a cold voice,
"Zero points."
“…?”
“There are no points for favoring a woman.
You should at least say she is beautiful, even if it is a white lie!”
“Ah...is that true?”
Damian scratched his head, showing a listless reaction devoid of any particular emotion.
Liliana burst into laughter.
“Damian, you know you're very funny, right?”
"Huh?" Damian was surprised, and Liliana continued with a smile.
"You're really funny."
"This is the first time I've heard this.
Usually, people say the opposite.
Like, 'I'm not fun to make fun of,' or 'I'm not nice...'"
"Oh my God!
These people don't know what they're talking about!"
She laughed for a while, but Damian, who didn't know what was happening, just blinked and waited for her laughter to subside.
He noticed that Liliana's cup was empty and looked at his watch.
It had already been two hours since the estimated time of his test results.
He had no idea how quickly time passed.
"Lady Liliana, if you don't mind, can we leave now?
It's time to find out the results of my tests.
Thank you for your understanding."
“Well, then we should go, of course.
I should go back too, otherwise my aunt will definitely scold me for staying out for so long.”
"Thank you for your understanding."
Liliana walked quickly back to the hospital, and Damian followed her, thinking she reminded him of a rabbit.
Her way of speaking and her appearance reminded me of an energetic, jumping rabbit.
It was great.
She said she wasn't, but if he were to meet "Mrs.
Lintray" in person, he imagined it would be that way.
Come to think of it, Lintray claimed to be rather beautiful.
A beautiful, bright, cheerful woman who is easy to talk to.
Damian felt like he was exchanging letters with Lentrae again after a long time.
***
Damian walked with Liliana to her room, even though she declined his offer, and retrieved his coat.
“I enjoyed our conversation today.”
Liliana said with a bright smile.
Damian looked at her hand with a slightly worried voice.
“Does your wrist feel better?”
Liliana showed him her wrist, which he grabbed.
Fortunately, the redness subsided and there was no longer any swelling.
Damian sighed in relief and bowed his head.
"I apologize again for my rudeness."
"Okay, that's okay.
But please don't do it to anyone else next time, okay?"
Liliana said in a deliberately stern voice, and Damian nodded vigorously.
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Wow, you really look like a soldier.
Well, um...see you next time."
Liliana waved her hand goodbye with a somewhat embarrassed expression and entered her room.
Damian looked at the closed door and thought absently:
'She must be from a wealthy family.'
Her room was a single room, and was known for its high prices.
She had said she was not a noble, but her demeanor and polite manner of speaking suggested that she might be the daughter of a nouveau riche family.
'Anyway…'
Damian thought as he headed to see his doctor.
'It's not Mrs.
Lentray.'
He told himself he wasn't expecting anything, but the wave of disappointment he felt showed he was holding on to some hope.
He missed Mrs.
Lentrae's letters today more than ever.
***
On his way back from the hospital, Damien stopped at the prosthetics manufacturing shop that Paul had given him the address of.
Honestly, Damian didn't know much about prosthetics, so he didn't know how famous or skilled this person was.
But Paul described him as the best craftsman in the prosthetics business, so he had to trust him.
“Chronic Street No.
52...
No.
52...”
As Damian walked along Chronic Street, he looked around for any signs of a prosthetic shop or workshop, but he couldn't find any.
He ended up walking past number 52 and had to go back to check the numbers on the outside of the building.
The address was correct, but there was no indication from the outside that it was a prosthetics manufacturing workshop.
But since the address was identical, he pressed the doorbell.