Ilyin looked at him, melted snow slowly dripping through his fingers.
Aden unconsciously grabbed Ilyin's hand.
Her hand, which was slowly getting colder, quickly warmed up with his warmth.
Aden held her hand tightly, but he couldn't take his eyes off her face.
He was captivated by the mysterious purple eyes beneath the long silver eyelashes.
She, a person of summer, seemed to shine extremely brightly under the sunlight.
Even though it was a desolate winter now, the smell of fresh spring followed her.
Aden had never been to a forest full of life.
A place full of green life.
It was hard to even imagine because he had never seen it, but he dared to be sure that he was in the middle of a good thing at this moment.
Aden couldn't help but be mesmerized by how bright it shone in the middle of a garden.
Even though it was still winter, Ilyin radiated a lot of light.
Aden was stunned.
Aden finally understood his father, who wanted to gift his mother with sunlight, and his mother, who deeply admired the sun.
A person under the sun shone beautifully enough to be hard to forget.
And for the first time, Aden lusted after summer.
‘I want this.
May you shine brightly, may you rejoice in the warmth.’
Aden hugged Ilyin tightly again.
***
Aden and Ilyin were quickly prepared for their return.
Despite the interruptions caused by Delrose's maids' fascination with the sun, the preparations went smoothly.
This was due to Milo's quick understanding of the maids' situation, constantly stopping in amazement at different aspects of the hot region.
And with that came the last day in the sun, which the maidens of Delrose especially feared.
“Ilyin.”
Ilyin, who felt like he had just fallen asleep, opened his eyes at the resounding voice.
What she saw was a familiar but unfamiliar room.
The ceiling and wall decorations were familiar, but the furniture arrangement was quite strange.
To be exact, it felt like it had been a long time since she had been in this room.
Ilyin's mouth widened without realizing it.
There was only one other person in the room, it was his mother.
Your mother with tired eyes and shallow breathing.
The bright, fine silver hair that she saw as a child had long since lost its shine and strength.
It was the viscountess, whom she hadn't seen since leaving the mansion.
The door opened with a slow creak, Ilyin found himself opening the door as he entered.
‘It’s a prediction.’
“Ilyin.” The Viscountess's voice was weak, she looked directly at Ilyin who was dreaming and not at the Ilyin in her dream.
A weakly stretched body whose every breath sounded like the last, with a pale, sunken face, was how Ilyin last saw Sid before he died.
His mother was dying.
‘She won’t last the night.’
She instinctively noticed.
“This is a dream.”
‘I know.’ Ilyin wanted to respond, but it was unclear whether his voice would reach her.
Ilyin tried to speak, but the words stuck in her throat as strange feelings overcame her.
This was her mother, who she hadn't known since she was seven years old.
Ilyin's father hated her and her mother, he complained that his own son's mother had predicted his death and then went crazy.
“She confuses dreams with reality and even speaks strange words that don’t make sense,” she told people.
But not now, Ilyin was sure.
Your mother was speaking with a very clear mind.
This was the clear, warm voice that Sid heard before he died.
“Come here,” the viscountess said softly and slowly turned her head and looked out the window.
Ilyin also looked outside and saw the full moon outside the window.
***
Ilyin woke up from her dream, she quickly pulled back the blanket and ran to the window, where she opened the thick blackout curtain.
Surprised by his sudden movement, Etra knocked on the door.
“Ma’am, what’s wrong?”
However, the words did not reach Ilyin.
In front of her was a beautiful night with clear skies.
In the clear sky without a single cloud, it was a full moon.
It was the same sky as in his dream, the same full moon.
'Oh my God.
My mother’s death is today.’
***
Milo's work in the hot region was not just the work of the important people at Acid.
To be precise, he oversaw all of Biflten's external affairs.
Milo was definitely the second busiest person after Aden at Delrose.
“If it is an attack, the most likely culprit is Blue North.”
Milo and Aden were sitting in the private room of Acid's main owner.
At dawn, that was the only place that lit up brightly.
Aegis, who was originally supposed to protect Aden's back like a shadow, was waiting outside the room on Aden's orders.
This was all a continuation of Aden's plan to "deceive the dream" since he heard Ilyin's omen that they would be attacked.
“I agree, but it’s better to be careful when in doubt,” Aden said.
Milo politely tilted his head in agreement.
However, it could be said that there was something on his mind.
“Your Highness,” Milo began carefully.
Aden watched his loyal subordinate silently, Milo struggled to get the words out under Aden's strong gaze.