Bertha never settled in one place.
Despite her advanced age, she traveled the entire continent.
She went wherever she wanted, settled wherever she wanted and worked at whatever she wanted.
Then, if she anticipated a situation where she was needed, she moved again.
“Like now,” Bertha laughed.
“So you moved somewhere before this?”
“Of course,” she nodded at Ilyin's words, “Did you think I left Arlen because I didn't like it?”
Ilyin couldn't say no, so she blushed.
Rarely, very rarely.
If she said never, she would be lying.
In the mansion, especially when something bad happened.
Whenever she heard bad words from Viscount Arlen, or when her mother didn't recognize her.
Then she felt like she needed a place to vent and sometimes she thought that place could be her grandmother, but since her grandmother hadn't told her where she lived, there was no way to find her.
So when Ilyin was young, she thought that her grandmother hated her.
If it weren't for her grandmother slapping the viscount in the face, she might have been thinking about it all along.
As always, the incident occurred when Viscount Arlen asked and bullied Ilyin about whether she had a dream about him.
Her grandmother, who was visiting her, slapped the viscount.
That day, she felt relieved.
That there was someone who cared about her, but she just disappeared again.
“If it weren’t for the Viscount, I would have stayed here!” Bertha said angrily.
She waved her hand as if she was holding something, but then saw her hand empty in vain, the cane she was carrying was leaning against the wall.
Ilyin asked after listening:
“So, did my father really…forbid you from coming here?”
“Apparently, your cheek is very precious,” Bertha spat irritatingly.
“Anyway, do you really still see him as your father?”
Ilyin laughed awkwardly.
She also didn't want to recognize Viscount Arlen as her father, but the habit that grew from living in the mansion for 20 years didn't seem to disappear so easily.
“You don’t have to live so gently, dear,” Bertha looked at her with concern, “You can live more cruelly.”
Ilyin's eyes widened at Bertha's words.
“You can be as cruel as you want.”
“No, it’s not even that bad.”
It was the same thing Aden said.
Bertha laughed:
“I only saw your happiness in my dream.”
She placed her hands on the table between them and on the table was the mobile that the Viscountess had left for Ilyin.
Bertha shook the mobile gently and the ten accessories reflected different lights.
“Aren’t you going to….come with us?” Ilyin asked while looking at the mobile.
She wanted to say “to the winter region,” but held back in case anyone was listening.
“Where are you going?”
There was no way her grandmother, who saw through dreams, wouldn't know where she would go.
Ilyin nodded carefully.
Her heart beat softly, she didn't know when she would meet her grandmother again when she returned to the winter region.
If her grandmother couldn't stay in Arlen, then couldn't she just ask Den to bring her to Biftlen?
‘Is it too much to ask?’
“You’re trying to freeze me to death.” Bertha pretended to be angry.
Of course, the upper corners of his lips couldn't hide the joke and Ilyin let out a sigh.
She remembered how cold the region was in winter and how difficult it was to adjust.
She had no choice in marrying Aden, but that was not the case for Bertha and although Bertha looked very healthy, she was still old.
"Sorry."
"You don't need to say sorry." Bertha laughed: “Tell me when it gets a little warmer.”
“That place…”
‘Would it ever warm up?’ Ilyin stopped saying that.
She remembered how Aden said he would bring summer back.
“Besides, if I go, won’t I disturb the newlyweds?”
Bertha's mischievous laugh seemed to suggest that she knew everything.
Ilyin, his face completely red, turned his gaze to the mobile.
Blue, white, red, yellow, green, black, purple, orange, gray, brown.
The mobile decorated with ten silks of different colors was very chic, Ilyin looked at the familiar mobile that was shaking in Bertha's hand.
“Take this,” Bertha gave the mobile to Ilyin, “It should have gone to you sooner.”
Ilyin took the mobile, she was thinking of taking it anyway.
She didn't want to throw away an item that her mother managed to give her with the help of a dream.
Yes, it would remind her of her mother, but she didn't want to ignore it.
“I wanted this when I was a child,” said Ilyin as he shook the mobile and the ten different colors reflected in the air and shone in their own way.
“It was in my room when I was little, but one day it disappeared.”
The reason she was so familiar with the mobile wasn't just because she saw it constantly.
She thought about when she disappeared, then remembered that it had happened not long after what happened to Sid.
When she was little, she remembered asking a maid to bring any mobile.
The maid, looking annoyed, brought a very old mobile and this was the item hanging in Ilyin's room.
She remembered how empty she felt when she disappeared.
Now that her mother finally gave it to her meant that it was her mother who took the mobile from her room, Ilyin shook the mobile again.
“Looks like Mom didn’t like me having any more predictions either.”
It was hard to deny the link between the mobile and her ability to predict, as it appeared in every prediction she had.
“It’s not like you wouldn’t have dreams if you didn’t have the mobile.” Bertha sighed, shaking the mobile as she spoke.
"That's right."
Even without him, Ilyin had predictions.
She remembered having predictions of her first night with Aden.
She blushed a little and looked at Bertha.
“Did you do this?”
Since Bertha knew about the item, Ilyin naturally thought this.
'After Mom got married, did Bertha give it to her after she got pregnant with me?' Ilyin looked at the item and realized that maybe it wasn't as old as she thought.