I dragged out my speech, pretending not to understand.

“Hmm, well, shouldn’t you first show me something worth believing in?”

It was better for him to ask for information than beg for a donation.

Fervebrov’s eyes narrowed.

After a moment’s pause, he finally spoke.

“You’d know the Countess of Sylphia Ailid well, considering she was a close friend.”

Someone who knew the late Mrs. Ballot was still alive.

The information was quite satisfying.

“I’ll consider the donation.”

That’s as much as he had helped me.

“It’s already this late. I should go find the princes.”

“…May the divine be with you.”

With a smile in his voice, Fervebrov disappeared into the crowd.

‘What’s going on?’

So, the matters with Shikhye and Evelyn Ballot.

Even the final words Fervebrov left me with.

It was overwhelming to consider all at once.

‘And then there’s Evelyn Ballot.’

Rumcafe and Kanmoa. The woman who created Shikhye.

Someone had been transmigrated into this book before me.

‘I’ve never thought of that.’

The idea of another transmigrator was more confusing than comforting.

A character that didn’t even appear in the book. Moreover, deceased.

‘Let’s get out of here first.’

I’ll think about it again later.

I checked the clock one more time and headed towards the entrance.

Evan and Raphia were standing side by side.

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes.”

Only Evan answered, but Raphia blushed.

It seemed that this young lady had feelings for Evan.

“Miss Raphia, come visit the ducal estate sometime.”

“Really? May I?”

“Of course, you’re friends with the princes, aren’t you?”

When I winked, Raphia smiled as if she had won the world.

“I’ll definitely go! Then, I’ll be going now!”

“Alright, take care.”

This was going well. Their swift progress was quite satisfying.

While watching Raphia’s retreating figure, I realized Louis was missing.

“Evan, where’s Louis?”

“Ah, over there.”

Evan pointed at the curtain.

Then Louis appeared from behind the curtain connected to the balcony.

“Louis, what were you doing there?”

“I made a friend! Now I have two friends?”

Raphia had just left. Had he made another friend?

“Are we leaving now?”

“Yes.”

“That’s too bad. But we’ll meet again!”

Louis kept repeating how much he enjoyed the party as we left.

We returned to the corridor where we had parted from Kashar.

It seemed more complicated than I had initially thought.

As I was intently watching ahead,

“Aileen.”

“Ah, you’re here?”

I greeted Kashar and checked the priest behind him. His face was pale.

‘Seems like there was a problem.’

Only Kashar seemed fine.

‘There was too much going on.’
Seeing him immediately eased my tension.

I rested my face on Kashar’s chest.

“I’m a bit tired.”

Whether it was due to emotional strain, my body truly felt exhausted.

“Let’s head back.”

As I closed my eyes, Kashar hugged me and we left the corridor.

Numerous eyes bore into my back. It felt like becoming the owner of a rabid dog.

‘They’re really going to spread some juicy rumors.’

Except, now it’s not a fake; it’s real.

I climbed into the waiting carriage.

Kashar, who had put the children on board, followed.

The night was in full bloom, and the light spilling out from the temple was brilliant.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away, as if enchanted.

“Ah, right. The festival is….”

I had forgotten that the children’s goal was the festival.

Noticing my surprise, Eban lowered his head.

“It’s okay.”

“Why? I want to go!”

“The festival continues until the end of the week. Shall we go again tomorrow?”

I just didn’t have the energy to play with the kids today.

“Going out again tomorrow? Great!”

I was thankful for Louis’s easy agreement.

‘I had said it was Sylvia Ailred.’

It was Mrs. Ballot’s close friend.

If I found her, I might find a clue.

A clue to the dream connected to Mart, where I had reincarnated into this world.

The thought suddenly crossed my mind.

“Kashar, have you ever eaten or seen food similar to what I make?”

“….Well, why all of a sudden?”

He looked at me as he stroked his chin.

‘Oops.’

What am I saying to someone who lost his sense of taste?

I lowered my head a little too late.

“It’s nothing. I was just curious.”

“Aileen, I’m sleepy.”

Louis tightly hugged my arm.

I comforted the sleepy child.

“Sleep well. I’ll wake you up when we arrive.”

“Uhm….”

The inside of the carriage fell silent.