Bertha walked towards the coffin and looked at her daughter whose eyes were closed.
“Did you see very well, grandma?”
‘About mother’s death.’ Ilyin didn’t say the last part.
Bertha nodded:
"Yes.
Something like that I always see." She leaned her body towards her daughter.
She kissed his already cold forehead and after pausing for a few seconds, she slowly walked away from the coffin.
“I was only seeing good things recently,” Bertha said looking at Ilyin and Aden.
For a moment, Ilyin blinked because he didn't understand, and then he covered his mouth with his hand when he realized.
'No.
Oh God, no.’
Berta laughed again.
"Don't be so worried.
Not the embarrassing parts, sweetie." Bertha blinked.
Ilyin took Aden's arm and buried his face in it while Bertha laughed.
“You don’t seem so alone anymore,” Bertha said fondly, “I know you must have heard this a few times, but you really married someone amazing.”
Bertha shook her head a little and lifted her veil because it was in the way.
Aden's eyes met Bertha's.
Eyes that were even darker violet than Ilyin's eyes looked at him clearly.
“Winter Duke.”
The voice of certainty sounded, it was quiet enough for a funeral that was loud enough to bury.
Idith and Etra moved slightly at his blunt statement.
Ilyin, who was right in front of Bertha, leaned over because she couldn't hear her, but they both heard it.
Just like Aden, your ears definitely picked up his voice.
Bertha said while looking directly at Aden.
Aden realized that Bertha knew everything – the marriage, Biflten and his true identity.
He looked at Ilyin, then pointed his index finger at Bertha.
Of course, while he had his index finger on Bertha's lips, he made sure to be courteous.
It was a respectful and somehow cute way of asking her to keep it a secret.
Bertha was stunned by her son-in-law's cuteness, she laughed absurdly and turned to Ilyin.
“You married a conniver.”
Contrary to his words, his face was bright.
Bertha turned around and said in what sounded like a worried voice:
“Does he act like this around others?”
“No way,” Ilyin shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.
She was being naughty because Bertha would have already seen everything.
Even though she didn't see her grandmother much, she felt closer to her, Aden remained serious through it all.
"Never."
His stern face made him look a bit like the Winter Duke.
Berta laughed.
“From your cold look, I think your nickname is not empty.”
Aden thought about how he should have been careful with Ilyin's mother's side of the family.
It wasn't hostile caution, it was fine if he lost to Ilyin all the time.
He was fine with being the path of flowers under her feet and being stepped on by her.
But not in front of others and even though they were his family, they were still others.
He didn't want to become someone who just lost all the time.
He had to be someone reliable and strong for Ilyin at all times.
In any case, Ilyin's side of the family, especially Bertha in front of him, was not an easy opposition.
How can you beat someone who can see everything about everyone with the power of prediction?
“You must be heartbroken, daughter of Viscount Arlen.”
At this moment, someone approached them.
After seeing her face as she passed by, Ilyin realized that it was someone Ilyin recognized.
She was the daughter of Baron Vitin.
Fortunately, Ilyin's smart head spat out the woman's name quickly.
Bertha lowered her veil and covered her face, Aden stood behind Ilyin because he didn't know who the person was.
Idith and Etra examined Baron Vitin's daughter.
She didn't seem to have any intention of attacking nor even the ability to do so, so they naturally let her pass to Ilyin.
Even so, the two positioned themselves in the child's blind spot.
“Thank you for worrying.”
Ilyin's expression could not be seen as it was covered by the thick veil, but his formal gratitude was conveyed clearly.
At that moment, Baron Vitin's daughter suddenly turned to Aden, who was standing behind her.
"Who is it?"
In the customs of nobles, it was natural to introduce the person they didn't know.
The meeting was usually to get to know each other, but the way the question was asked by Baron Vitin's daughter seemed bold.
The child seemed to have no idea about the etiquettes of nobles.
Weren't there things that could be discovered without even asking?
Firstly, Viscount Arlen had recently had more communication with northern families and the rumor that his daughter was married was secretly circulating.
There was no way the people who communicated with Arlen's house wouldn't know this.
“That man is…”
There were rumors among the guests.
His clothes didn't look like a knight's, for if he were a knight somewhere escorting Ilyin off duty, there would be a cape or accessory that showed where he belonged.
But he had nothing.
His face was pretty, but his clothes looked so plain.
Of course, they were people who came from noble houses, so they knew how to look at clothes and most knew that the value of what he wore was quite high.