Madam and the Stable Keeper (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 47

The moment Edith heard Walter’s uniquely mocking voice, a whirlwind of emotions surged within her.

She was grateful that Walter had come to her aid in a situation from which she thought there was no escape, yet she realized he was now in even greater danger than she was.

In her mind, she vividly pictured Walter being caught by Elizabeth and her group, suffering a terrible fate—and the thought drained even more color from her already pale face.

He was the one who had saved her from Sophia’s initial scheme, remembered her birthday, found her that cherished necklace filled with memories, and granted her a brief taste of freedom and peace.

If he were to be discovered and killed just for coming to find her, she feared she would spend the rest of her life drowning in regret.

She wanted to confront him with an accusing question as he stared back at her with that indifferent expression.

Do you even know whose blood runs in your veins, to dare be here? Why did you come looking for me again, when you don’t even know who stands behind those hunting you?

But the words that finally slipped out in her trembling voice sounded pitifully meek.

“Why… why are you here, Walter?”

“…….”

“How did you even get in? I sent you away.”

Seeing Edith’s face—devoid of any hint of joy at his arrival—Walter let out a scornful laugh. It wasn’t because her near-breaking expression amused him.

Back when he swung his sword in the volunteer corps, he’d often indulged in a vague fantasy: that when she saw him again, she’d immediately reach out, pull him into her arms, and whisper that it had all been a mistake—that circumstances beyond her control had forced her to say things she never truly felt—and apologize.

In that fantasy, whenever she spoke those words in a tender voice, Walter felt he could forgive everything, even if it were merely lies spoken for survival’s sake.

He’d even resolved—if she ever asked him to pretend he didn’t know about her shameless actions, or begged him to erase it all from memory as though it never happened—he would do exactly as she asked.

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