Chapter 3 Leaving Cyronil "Mother, I know what you want...
The next day, Vifia took her maid to pay her respects to the Marquise.
In the reception room, after the maid served tea, the Marquise dismissed the servants as Vifia had requested.
Although the Marquise's face is no longer as beautiful as that of a young girl, she is still beautiful.
She picked up the cup and took a sip. The look she gave Vifiya was not like that of a mother looking at her daughter, but rather like that of a familiar stranger.
The Marquise didn't care about her daughter at all. Every time they met, she just had a stern face and asked her to do her duty and not go against the name of Casely.
Fifteen-year-old [Vifiya] no longer longs for the love of her relatives. She has long understood that there is no need for family affection in this family.
Vifiya understood what the Marquise meant, and her eyes curved: "Mother, do you love me?"
The Marquise opposite paused in drinking her tea, as if she had not expected that she had come over specifically to ask such a question.
The Marquise put down her teacup and said calmly, "I thought you had seen it clearly."
Vifiya smiled and lowered her eyes to look at the reflection on the teacup.
Seeing that she was silent, the Marquise felt bored: "If there is nothing else, go back."
But when his eyes met her raised face, he was stunned. She seemed to sigh with emotion: "You are becoming more and more like Kesley."
Vifia's smile was not in her eyes. She chuckled and pushed the note across the table towards the Marchioness: "Mother, I know what you want."
The Marquise closed the paper she had read with an expressionless face. "What is this?"
Vifiya's face was still as gentle as ever, but her eyes were a little sharper. She stared at the Marquise and spoke word by word: "Luosuo Wen."
The Marquise snorted softly: "What is this?"
Vifiya did not answer her question, but continued to speak: "Pashri."
The Marquise's expression changed slightly.
"Kermody..."
Before she could finish her words, the Marquise's expression of indifference collapsed in an instant. In a panic, she stood up, raised her hand and walked towards Vifia.
Vifiya grabbed her hand, her red eyes hinting at teasing: "I told you, mother, I know what you want."
She pushed the Marquise slowly and forcefully to sit down. She did not let go, but supported herself on the table with her other hand. The smile on her lips widened, and as she looked at the Marquise's fixed gaze on her, she felt as if she were looking at a naughty child.
The Marquise squeezed out a word from between her teeth: "How did you know?" She had tried so hard to hide the secret, and even the Marquis still didn't know it.
Vifiya's words were full of comfort, and she patiently said, "Mother, this is not important. What is important is that I can help you achieve your wish."
The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time. The Marquise gave in and asked cautiously, "What do you want?"
Vifiya showed a relieved look, let go of the Marquise's hand, sat down and leaned back in the chair, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then put it down and said, "You know why my father let me go to Alsayne College."
After a pause, he said, "I don't want to marry the Duke's son. Can you convince my father to change his mind within the three weeks while I'm in the capital?"
The Marquise thought carefully about Vifia's request. Although it was difficult to ask the Marquis to change such things, it was not impossible.
"Okay." She agreed. "Anything else?"
Vifiya was once again obedient: "This is my first time away from the Marquis's Mansion. If anything interesting happens in the mansion, can you write to me, mother?"
The Marquise stared at Vifia for a while and said, "Okay."
Vifiya stood up and clapped her hands gently. "Then don't worry, mother. We are in the same boat now. It's a pleasant cooperation, mother."
The Marquise's face was not relaxed, and Vifiya withdrew her gaze.
The Marquise of Seronil gave birth to two sons and a daughter for the Marquis and was well-known in the social circle for her loyalty to her partner. Who would have thought that before marrying the Marquis, she secretly gave birth to a child and hid the child in a small village.
The autumn wind blew down the yellow leaves, and it was the day when Vifiya and Stellan went to the Kesli mansion in the capital, Lachigo.
Butler Gavin knocked softly on the study door and pushed it open after getting the owner's permission.
He stood not far from the desk and saluted: "Master, there's news from the city gate that the young lady and the young master have entered the city."
Vaholian stopped reviewing the documents, his amber eyes calm. "Got it." His tone was quite calm, but he stood up and straightened his clothes. "Let's go."
Having already reached the door of the mansion, Vaholian raised his head slightly and glanced at the sky.
Autumn came quickly in Lachigo this year, and the leaves turned yellow early and were about to fall from the branches.
The orderly servants stood quietly on both sides. A cool breeze blew over Vaholian, and he withdrew his thoughts and focused his eyes on the street. Not far away, a convoy with the emblem of the Kesley family appeared, and Vaholian took a few steps forward.
The carriage slowly stopped, and as the door opened, Vaholian stretched out his hand.
A white and tender hand gently rested on him, and his gaze shifted to the person who came.
He suddenly realized that his sister, whom he hadn't seen for a year, was only 15 years old, but she had become even more dazzling. In the entire Kesley family, or even in everyone he had met so far, no one had more dazzling golden hair than her. Her eyes were as bright as real rubies, clear and bright, but with a hint of coolness.
He couldn't help but think of the conversation he had with the Marquis shortly after he had taken the heir course.
His sister, Vifiya, was of inestimable value and must always be kept in the hands of the Kesley family.
He should have agreed at that time, but somehow he vaguely remembered the little girl when she was a child, smiling and calling him brother, with expectation in her eyes, little Vifiya.
Little Vifiya often looked at him with expectation in her eyes, an expectation that he had hesitated about whether to respond to, but ultimately was unable to respond to.
Later, as Vifiya grew up, the expectation in her eyes when she looked at him gradually disappeared. The way she looked at everyone in the family became the same, just like now, gentle but distant.
"Brother, long time no see." Vifiya got off the car, stopped, and withdrew her hand.
Vaholian is the eldest son of the Kesley family and the heir to the Marquisate.
The heir needs a wider network of aristocratic connections and goes to an aristocratic school.
In response to the royal family's policy that commoners also have the right to education in the past two years, Marquis Seronil decided to send Vifia and Stellan to Alsayin College, a mixed academy for nobles and commoners.
This was to demonstrate the loyalty of the Kesley family and to have a good reputation among the common people.
Vaholian nodded slightly: "Yeah."
Vifiya glanced at Valhorian, and soon Stellan's voice greeted her from behind: "Brother."
As Stellan spoke, he got off the carriage alone, looked around before focusing his attention on Vaholian.
Vaholian's eyes moved between the two of them: "Thank you for your hard work."
After saying that, he motioned for the two to follow him inside. When they reached the hall, they stopped. Considering that Vifiya had never lived in the capital mansion before, Valholian looked at Gavin and said to the two, "This is Gavin. He will take you back to the assigned rooms. You should rest first. You will be arranged to go to the academy tomorrow."
After Valholian left, Stellan turned to look at Gavin with a cold look in his eyes. He didn't like this butler. "I know where my room is. It's my sister's first time in the capital mansion. Just take her there."
Bistlan curved his eyebrows, his dark red eyes smiling, and looked at Vifiya with a sweet look like sticky honey: "Goodbye, sister."
Without waiting for Vifiya's response, he walked away with his servants.
Seeing this, Gavin bowed to Vifia. He had always heard that Vifia Casely, the Marquises lady living in Rosenil County, had a pair of eyes as precious as treasures, which would never be forgotten once seen.
When he looked up again, he missed Vifiya's scrutinizing gaze. "Miss, I am Gavin Root from the Baron's Palace of Esserlon. I am very happy to meet you today. If you have any questions about the palace, you can ask me. Now I will take you back to your room."
Weifeiya looked at the young housekeeper, her brows relaxed, and she smiled, "Thank you for your hard work."
Vifiya winked at the maid behind her, and the maid understood and followed.
Gavin took them to the bedroom and left.
As soon as the maid closed the door of the room, she saw Vifiya lying on the bed.
She put down her luggage, walked to the bed, and whispered softly, "Miss, I know you are very tired after three days of traveling, but you should change into comfortable clothes first."
Vifiya raised her eyelids and glanced at her personal maid, Neve, calmly.
Although Niv had feelings for her, Niv was indeed the Marquis's person. Several times, it was because of Niv's accusations that she had to come back again and again.
At that time, every time she looked into Neve's eyes, she felt pain.
Vifiya remembered Neve's final confession to her in the dim basement: "I'm sorry, miss, but the Marquis has been kind to me, and this is the only way I can repay him. I'm truly sorry, miss, please never forgive me."
This is what happened to Neve. On the one hand, she wanted to repay the Marquis's kindness, but on the other hand, she felt that she was somewhat similar to her dead sister, imprisoned and bound.
She has been in a state of conflict, questioning whether it was right for her to write a report on what Vifia had done and hand it over to Marquis Casely.
Vifiya smiled at her and said, "Okay."
But Neve, who became one of our own, is a very qualified partner.
It doesn’t matter. The seeds have been planted at the beginning. She just needs to water them and they will take root and sprout.
Vifiya let Neve clean herself up.
"I really don't know what the teachers at Arsein Academy are thinking. They can't even let servants in to serve you. How are you going to take care of yourself, young lady?" Neve sighed softly, her expression filled with uncontrollable worry.
Vifiya pulled herself back to her senses. She knew that Neve would not complain about the Marquis's decision, just like Neve was only complaining about the actions of the teachers in the academy now. So she would not let Neve betray the Marquis. She just needed Neve to be more inclined towards her.
Vifiya's whole person became miserable, and her usually gentle voice was tinged with disappointment. "This way, I won't be able to see Niv anymore. Since Niv came to me, Niv has never been away from me for this long."
Neve didn't expect that Vifiya would be reluctant to leave her. Yes, this was the young lady she had seen grow up, and the young lady should be reluctant to leave her. Her eyes dimmed a little.
Niv helped Vifiya lie down, her eyes gentle as she lowered her head: "Miss, I will wait for you in the mansion."
Upon hearing this, Vifiya's red eyes sparkled with light. She felt a little embarrassed, not knowing what she was thinking about. When she set her sights on Neve, she felt faintly excited.
She lay on her side, and as if she had made up her mind, she waved to Neve, motioning her to squat down. Then she spoke softly, her tone a little nervous but still gentle: "Neve, I'm only telling you one person, but I'm actually a little happy. This is my first time leaving Cyronil."
Neve's hands on her legs suddenly tightened, her heart pounding, and shock flashed across her eyes, replaced by sadness, but she quickly hid it. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "I am also happy for the young lady."
Neve will never forget that her sister had the same look in her eyes at that time, the same look that Vifiya has now, full of expectation and sadness, and a desire for freedom.
Niff stood up and smiled as usual: "I won't disturb you any more, Miss. You should have a good rest first."
"Yeah." Vifiya responded softly and closed her eyes. The things in the room were basically ready. She listened to the sound of Neve cleaning the room, and soon Neve went out.
Vifiya opened her eyes, but exhaustion forced her to close them again.
I'm sorry, Neve. Although it's shameless to take advantage of your feelings for your sister, it's the only thing I can do. You can also be my eyes in the Marquis of Kesley's Mansion, right?
The room was silent. In a daze, Vifiya saw how she died in every life, but she did not regret it. She would find the reason for the time travel, the way to end the infinite rebirth, and return to the world that belonged to her.
Afterwards, she had a long-awaited dream. She dreamed that she was on a small boat in the vast ocean. The sea suddenly shook violently, capsizing her boat. She wanted to breathe, to call for help, and wanted someone to hold her hand. In her panic, she seemed to hear a voice that could not be distinguished between male and female ringing in her ear: "Come see me."
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