This would only be possible if the entire village was haunted.
Or maybe Damian was the only one haunted.
At this point, he even doubted that anyone actually lived there.
“Hey, you...are you okay?”
Karl shook Damian's shoulder, who was squatting in front of the cart with an expressionless face.
Damian blinked and looked at him.
“So you're saying that no one in this village...no one who lived in Benbrik Palace remembers what they looked like?”
“So you're saying that no one in this village...doesn't remember anyone who was in a palace?”
"H-that's true."
“Is this really possible?”
This time, Glenn, who was still with Damian, shook his head slowly.
Damian Glenn asked in a slightly urgent tone,
“Do you have any other pictures left?”
“I think I have a few, but maybe they are all…”
He turned his head toward the burning Benbrik Palace.
Damian felt a feeling of emptiness wash over him.
“Huh…”
"I also don’t understand what’s happening."
Glenn was equally confused, scratching his head and sitting down next to Damian.
“I definitely spent time with her.
I remember teaching her how to fish.
But I can't remember her face...
Glenn muttered over and over again, feeling wronged, and insisted to Damian that he was close to Sera.
“Was there anyone other than you who was close to the Benbrick family?”
Damian asked, hoping to find the slightest clue.
Glenn shook his head.
“In fact, the residents of that palace rarely interacted with the villagers.
Lentray was the only one who would occasionally appear in the village.
Because of this, the villagers didn't really try to get close to them either.
They all thought, 'The Noble Lord doesn't want to mix with the commoners.' There were a few kids around my age and Sera's age, but Sera didn't seem interested in getting close to them.
She didn't pay them any attention.”
Damian raised an eyebrow and asked,
“Then why was she hanging out with you?”
“That's true...
Honestly, Sera was very beautiful.
Although I can't remember her face now...
Anyway, she was a very noble lady, so of course I was curious!
So I approached her first and we became friends.”
Damian frowned at Glenn.
His idea that no man would spend his time with a woman he doesn't care about has been proven true.
He regretted not speaking ill of Glenn in front of Mrs.
Lintray.
“It seems that Baron Penbrick and Lentrae did not approve of my friendship with Sera.
Maybe it was because of their noble pride?
I am still not sure how they see me.
But they did not stop me from seeing her.
So I am the only one in this village who can call himself Sera’s friend.”
"Show…".
The more Damian heard talking, the more upset he felt and wanted to find fault with Glenn.
At that moment, something small approached him, and he felt something soft and wet touching his hand.
He was surprised, so he looked down and saw a dog excitedly licking his hand.
When their eyes met, the dog wagged its tail and rolled onto its back, exposing its belly.
Damian hesitated for a moment, then unconsciously scratched the dog's belly, inviting him to pet him.
The dog immediately jumped up and rubbed his body against Damian.
Damian was about to push the dog away, finding it a bit annoying, but then he realized it looked familiar.
“Come and sit here.”
As if the dog understood his words, he sat in front of Damian.
It looked like a mixed breed Spaniel...and had the same markings as the puppies that were with Timo.
There was a star-shaped mark on his forehead, which he remembered from the photo.
Damian called out to Glenn and pointed to the dog.
"Isn't this the dog that Mrs.
Serra was taking care of?"
"Oh, Mabel?
Yes.
It's one of Timo's puppies.
The villagers took some of the other puppies."
Glenn also pampered Mabel and reciprocated.
Damian stared at the dog named Mabel with a blank expression.
“So Timo, the mother dog, was already there.”
"Yes?".
"She didn't burn to death..."
"As far as I remember, the remaining puppies were sent to other homes, and only Timo remained...
If I think about it, I don't know what happened to Timo.
If he caught fire, there would be some traces, but there was no trace.
Did he escape?
That dog was smart."
Glenn mumbled, and Damian buried his face between his knees.
Some things left traces, while others disappeared; Everything was a mess.
His mind was noisy, and after thinking so much, he couldn't think anymore.
Damian stood weakly.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Glenn called out to Damian, but he ignored him, moved his stiff legs, and got into the carriage.
He asked Carl to take him back to the train station.
“Are you traveling?”
Karl asked in surprise, and Damian sat weakly on the bench.
“There is nothing left to know about Lady Serra in this village.”
“That's right...
We haven't really looked at what happened to Lady Serra after the Benbrick mansion burned down...”
Karl smacked his lips.
Glenn, still wary of the suspicious stranger, asked.
“Wait, are you really Sera's friend?”
“Are you really qualified to ask that question when you don't even remember Ms.
Serra's face?”
“Well, I can't argue with that...”
While Glenn was looking for an excuse, Damian took out a notebook and pen, and began writing diligently with his left hand.
The handwriting was still messy, but the note was clear enough.
He handed it to Glenn and said:
"If you remember anything regarding this matter, please contact me.
You can call me or send me a message."
Damian had given him the address and contact information for the house where Liliana was staying.
He was moving there soon, so he shared that contact information.
Glenn seemed a little hesitant but took the note.
Well, I'm disappointed too, so...
Damian nodded to Glenn, and the cart started moving.
He looked out the window at the village landscape on his way to the station.
As Lady Lentray described it, it was a quiet village inhabited only by a few people, and seemed to be a far cry from any city.
But it was strange, very strange, that in such a small village, where everyone knew each other's business, no one could remember the faces of the three people who lived in Benbrick Palace.
It was definitely strange.
Even after breaking up with Karl and getting on the train, Damian still cannot figure out what happened to the people who lived in Penbrick Palace in Edenfallen.
As for the identity of "Mrs.
Lintray," instead of finding clues, he returned with more confusion.
Damian no longer has the confidence to know who "Mrs.
Lintray" is.
He wasn't even sure if she was someone he could find or if she already existed.
Damian closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to the corners of his eyes.
He was tired.
'I still want to meet Mrs.
Lentray.'
He should have met her and apologized for not replying to her messages.
He had to thank him too.
But he didn't know to whom to say these things, and this made his head hurt.
He missed the conversations he had with her through letters.
The only person Damian was able to share such concerns with was "Mrs.
Lintray."
That's why he felt so lonely today.