The prediction that Ilyin saw this time was different from normal.
During this prediction, she was not a spectator in the dream, but was completely aware of herself and even managed to talk to her mother.
She had many predictions before, but this was the first time that a person in the dream was aware of the person who was dreaming and was able to deliver messages.
Because of this, Ilyin wanted to believe that what she saw was not a prediction, but just a dream.
Ilyin couldn't help but feel like she was woken up in a hurry because her head was spinning the second she woke up.
‘The dream had a mobile for sure.’ Ilyin stopped as he thought about it.
‘How?’
How did Aden know?
She hadn't fully explained what the dream was about because she couldn't bring herself to say that her mother was going to die.
“I shouldn’t have said that out loud!”
She could still hear her mother's voice filled with cries of regret, the day her brother Sid died.
It seemed that the moment Ilyin said his prediction out loud, her mother's death would become certain and she couldn't say it.
She just told them that they had to get to Arlen as quickly as possible, hoping it was just a nightmare.
Ilyin was about to say something, but then her dizziness got worse, so she lowered her head.
When she said that she had to go to the Arlen mansion, the winter people, at the break of dawn, had to wake up and prepare for the trip.
“Can’t you do this a little more quietly?” Aden, noticing how strange Ilyin felt, motioned to Idith to order people to stop moving so quickly.
“I'm sorry,” Ilyin said calmly.
“No need to say,” Aden said immediately.
If Ilyin needed it, his priorities would certainly come first.
Aden wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
As soon as Ilyin hugged him and mentioned the Arlen mansion, he instinctively knew that something had happened to the viscountess.
The mansion had enough defense around the mansion to protect the family, there were also no groups of monsters around that could attack in a few hours, so there was only one thing that could have happened in that mansion.
The death of the viscountess.
“My mother,” Ilyin tried to continue.
Since she had caused all this noise at dawn, she wanted to give a reason for being like this.
Aden ordered the mansion to prepare for a trip without saying a word.
Ilyin was grateful, but also regretful.
Aden was a trusted master.
The red Delroses were loyalists who followed their words without question, but they also couldn't help but wonder what the reason for such a random order at the crack of dawn was.
“Never say anything threatening again.”
Viscount Arlen's harsh voice seemed to ring in his ears.
It was the day of Sid's funeral.
That night, her father had been drinking and despite telling her not to say another word about predictions, he was still curious to know if she had dreamed about him.
Even after that, he was still curious.
He was afraid of Ilyin saying the dreams out loud, but he always wanted to know if the dreams were about him.
Ilyin lowered her head, she could still clearly see her mother's weak and pale face that she had seen in the dream.
There was a definite smell of death exuding from her, Ilyin's gaze went to the sky.
It was the same full moon she saw in her dream, her heartbeat quickening.
Ilyin's mother began to show signs of madness with the shock of Sid's death.
After that, Viscount Arlen never allowed the two of them to be in the same room again.
Even so, Ilyin's memory of when she was seven was as clear as if it were yesterday.
The Viscountess was a mother who tried her best to show only good things to her children.
Unlike her father, who was busy trying to maintain his dignity, she tried to ensure that Ilyin and Sid enjoyed everything they could.
Unlike the wives of other nobles, she treated her daughter and son as equals, she didn't give in even when the Viscount kept saying that only commoners behaved like that.
Thanks to this, Ilyin and Sid were able to play with toys made by their mother, which was unusual for a nobleman.
They spent more time with their mother than with the family guardian.
Until his brother died.
It had been twenty years since then.
The two were completely distant as if the mansion were a vast field separating them.
The viscountess' condition became increasingly worse, to the point that she was unable to recognize Ilyin.
Every time they met, Ilyin's mother would blurt out all the words in her head without hesitation, whether they were kind or not.
It was a different person from the mother she saw when she was young.
“We are ready to go.” Idith approached them and reported, snapping Ilyin out of his reverie.
Aden nodded and turned to cover Ilyin's head with the blue cloth.
"Are you well?"
His voice was always calming, even when he was told about the prediction of being attacked, he remained calm.
‘A person I can always count on.
A person who will never turn against me.' Ilyin remembered the cold atmosphere in the mansion right after Sid's death.
As if what she said caused the disaster, everyone whispered whenever they saw her.
‘But not him.’ Ilyin let out a soft sigh.
“Yes, but Delrose,” she turned to the Delrose people who were ready to go to the Arlen mansion.
It wasn't a big group.
The two knights protecting her, a few knights protecting Aden, Idith and Etra, were just enough to move quickly.