THE VILLAINESS TURNS THE HOURGLASS

Chapter 127. Secret, Part VIII

Chapter 127. Secret, Part VIII

Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

It was winter so long that there was nothing ready for the garden side, but where he disappeared was the corridor leading to the garden.

'Is there a way out of here?'

Thinking about it, Aria opened the door to the garden, passing through the corridor. Unfortunately, there was no Asher there. Nevertheless, the reason why she couldn't go back quickly was because of the outpouring of regret.

So she walked through the garden looking for his traces, and a small cough came out because the cold air of winter entered her lungs. And then, someone who had come to her before she knew it, gave her a coat that was still warm on her shoulders.

"What are you doing here, Lady Aria?"

"... Mr. Asterope."

'It's not a dream, right?' As if he had been watching her all along, the touch of Asher, who was turning over Aria's hair in the wind, was filled with affection and anxiety.

Asher, who moved to prevent the strong winter wind from melting Aria's body temperature, complained about his name,

"Please call me Asher."

"How dare I..."

"It hurts because I feel like I've become estranged from you."

He narrowed his eyebrows as if to express his sick heart. She had to nod, even though she knew it was half a joke, who had just played so many men. Looking back, she always seemed unable to keep her composure before him. It was only then that Asher opened his eyebrows and smiled affectionately.

"The necklace looks very good on you."

"Ah..."

Aria's shoulders cringed with his deep stare at her slender neck. She didn't wear it to show him, but she didn't want it to look like that, so she nodded small, and changed the subject around.

"What are you doing here?"

"I stopped by to celebrate the engagement of the Marquis of Vincent."

Asher noticed her mind and answered with a smile as if she was cute,

"... it seemed like you just popped up, and did you use that ability?"

"No, I don't use it very often. There's a price."

"Price..."

The word "Price" reminded her of herself, who had not been able to wake up for a whole day after using the hourglass in her head. when she had first used it, serious fatigue had come over her immediately, but now it vanished. Even when she tried to bear it desperately, it was hard to pass a few hours.

"I move my body fast and I have to rest a little bit."

Asher and she seemed to have a similar grace of having to pay the price instead of using the ability. Suddenly, she was curious. She assumed that he was protected by God, as he was a member of the royal family, but what kind of grace did she get to be able to use the hourglass?

She didn't think it was related to her mother who had inherited poverty for generations, so it was probably related to her biological father who she didn't know who he was... But of all the men, she didn't know who her real father would be, so perhaps she wouldn't be able to know it forever.

"I see. You seem to have a good relationship with the Marquis, given that you've been visiting like this."

As if not to know the relationship of the Marquis of Vincent and him, she asked about it and the eyes of Asher grew a little thin. He looked as if he were measuring something. The expression, which was revealed even though it could be hidden, had a hidden meaning that she knew everything already.