New World, New Life: I Became A Bigshot In The Ancient World
Chapter 209: WHERE DID SHE GET HER BOLDNESS

Chapter 209: WHERE DID SHE GET HER BOLDNESS

In the Hemsworth Fief.

Lauren leaned toward Aristia as she took her seat in the dining table. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she asked, "How did it go?"

"She accepted," Aristia whispered back, putting the spoon of soup into her mouth.

Lauren smiled. "Of course she would."

Liam nodded in agreement with her words. Why wouldn’t Vivian Quentin accept when Aristia had lowered herself to apologize to the daughter of a mere count from minor nobility? That was most unheard of!

Aristia mentally shook her head at their thinking. But it wasn’t surprising; even in the modern world, those with higher social standing barely entertained the thought of ’lowering themselves’ by relating with those of lower standing, not to talk of apologing and asking for forgiveness. What would she expect from those with even more backward thinking?

The adults looked over curiously, wondering what they were whispering about.

Aristia met Catherine’s eyes. Her mother was aware of where she had gone. Everyone was.

But Catherine was aware of the reason why she had gone to the Quentin Fief.

She couldn’t help but remember what happened earlier that day.

"Can you let me know where you want to go tomorrow?"

Aristia turned back. "Yes. I want to go to the Quentin Fief."

"The Quentin Fief?" Catherine asked, raiding her brows with some confusion.

"To see Vivian Quentin. I want to apologise to her." Aristia replied.

Catherine caught on immediately.

You want to apologise? Why? She wanted to ask, but she knew that Aristia would give logical reasons why.

Catherine was glad her daughter was more sensible, but she didn’t see why she needed to apologise.

However, Aristia walked forward and hugged her, fearing that Catherine would change her mind and ask her not to go.

"Mama~ I have to. What I said to her was very mean. She would be very sad. What if someone did what I did to her to me?"

Catherine’s face darkened and a cold look appeared in her eyes.

"Who would dare?!" She asked.

Aristia was speechless. She shook her head. "No one, no one, mama. I’m just saying."

"There’s no need to say it since no one would dare to do it." Catherine said, then sighed and rubbed Aristia’s head leaning on her full chest. "But I know you want to apologise, so I won’t stop you. Even though I don’t like it."

Aristia smiled up at her. "Thanks, mama~"

Aristia snapped out of her thoughts and resumed eating.

After dinner, Aristia returned to her room. One more week, and they would return to the Royal Capital.

She lay on the bed and faded into the dreamworld. Even in sleep, the painting kept flashing in her eyes.

In the dream, she stood in front of the painting that hung on the wall, but she could tell it wasn’t in the art gallery of Artsy.

However, she couldn’t tell where exactly she was in because her eyes remained fixed on the painting.

What made her uneasy was the soft tears trailing down her face in the dream.

She woke up.

Unconsciously, her hand flew to her eyes only to widen in surprise.

[Crying. I’m crying... Why?]

"I need to get that painting."

Millie opened her eyes and glanced at her before snuggling closer to her. It was probably because she was her daemon so she could feel the conflicting emotions Aristia was feeling.

Aristia held Millie’s soft body and rubbed her face in her soft fur. There was just something comforting about Millie.

Minutes later, she fell asleep.

Deep in the night.

Cold air filtered through an open window into the dark room, making the curtains rise.

On the balcony, a figure moved. It stood still for a moment before moving.

As it moved, the moonlight streaming in through the glass was slightly obstructed by its form before finally, the moonlight passed through after it moved away.

Millie raised her head.

’Hm?’

There was no one there, but a shadow had passed her face earlier like a person had passed in front of a light.

After staring at the closed doors for a moment, she lay back down and closed her eyes.

A few moments later, the figure, which was on the other side of the balcony turned around and left.

***

"Goodbye," Aristia and her family waved.

They were finally leaving the Hemsworth Fief today— the Anton’s included. Just like that, they had spent a whole month in the Hemsworth Fief.

As much as Aristia enjoyed staying in the Hemsworth Fief with the snow and people, she missed her home in the capital.

The Vanilla Courtyard was also waiting for her.

[Plus, there’s supposed to be a famine the year I turn seven, which is next year. I don’t know when exactly, but we have to make preparation for the restaurant.]

She looked up at the babbling baby in Vasily’s arms and smiled, stretching out to hold his small, milky hand.

"Goodbye, baby Valen. I’ll miss you." She said.

Vasily lowered her hand so that Aristia would be able to see Valen.

Valen babbled and giggled, stretching out his little hands.

Aristia couldn’t resist reaching out and gently squeezing his soft cheeks.

Finally, they turned and entered the carriage.

Once they were in the carriage home, Catherine leaned closer to Wilson and whispered sensually in his ear. "I think our children want another baby. What do you say? Should we give them another?"

As she spoke, her lips would brush against his ear, just touching but not quite, as if she was holding out candy to a child then pulling it back just before it entered the child’s hand.

Wilson’s eyes darkened at her words and the soft breaths fanning his ear. The feeling of her soft lips brushing on his ear sent a tingle up his spine

He cleared his throat and glanced at his children sitting there innocently, unaware of the fire their mother had just ignited in him with just a few words.

Aristia averted her gaze and turned her attention elsewhere. Mother, where did all this boldness come from?