TVRTH [Book 2]

Chapter 202

Confirmation, Part IX

Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

It was foolish to praise her with the natural story if they did not know how to refute it properly.

'How can I live in this harsh world without even refuting this much? In the world that everyone is jealous and tries to kill others...' However, a person spoke to Aria, who had enjoyed a moment of victory in the waves of praise and respect.

"... Oh, my God, I didn't know Lady Aria had this aspect in you."

"Lady Sarah...?"

It was Sarah, who had appeared early in the morning to celebrate Aria's birthday. She had been in the garden for a long time, and her cheeks turned red because of how cold it was. Sarah had watched Aria and the nobles fight from beginning to end.

"I was just trying to figure out the timing because I didn't know when to intervene, with my fists clenched."

She tightly held Aria's hands, as if she were looking at a child who had grown up, rather than showing disappointment even though she was so venomous.

"You're really becoming an adult."

"... I'm still seventeen."

The soft tone of her voice transformed Aria from an adult to a child again. In fact, she was about thirty years old, adding her past life and present life, but somehow she wanted to act like a child in front of Sarah.

Aria started acting like a child so she could win Sarah over and use her, but it became her real heart now because she had received the love she had not received when she was a child.

"Yes, if you are seventeen, you are still a little child. A cute kid who grew up wonderfully. What do I do next year once you are officially an adult?"

"I'm younger than Sarah, and I think you'll be fine if you don't change at all for the rest of your life."

"Yes, that's a wise answer."

Aria, who looked at Sarah with a pair of lovely eyes, noticed the Marquis of Vincent standing beside her after a while. He was also looking at Sarah and Aria with a soft eye. They were the people who had helped her many times because they were always there for Aria.

Sarah had given Aria the love that she had never received from her mother; they were the second most precious among all of her connections.

"This is a small, humble gift, and I hope your winter will be warm."

Sarah's gift was a glove that seemed to warm the winter. Someone might think it was really a trifling gift, but it was a beautiful glove embroidered with her handmade sweat, and she dared not convert it into money.

They were not the lilies that symbolized the family of Count Roscent but tulips. The tears of emotion seemed to flow down in her unblemished mind.

"... Thank you, and I have only Sarah."

"I'm grateful. I'd never make my dream come true if not for you. I've always waited for the day to go to class though I have few classes."

Her expression of genuine pleasure was not a lie. No, Sarah always did. She always treated her with sincerity, and that caused Aria's sinful mind to waver.

"After this, we have your wedding, Lady Sarah."

"Yes, I am preparing so hard, and I hope you will shine that place."

Sarah's wedding would be held in the next year, and Sarah would formally be the Marquis, who Aria had hoped for so much.

It would be only a matter of time before the Duke's family would be ruined, and she would be the highest noblewoman in the empire. She would be able to comfort and appease the persecuted Aria, who was from a humble origin. Of course, Aria now had the power to punish them, but the reason why she was more secure was that she relied on Sarah.