Whatever the monster and man were, it didnât matter. Catherine ran into the mansion and rushed up the stairwell. Her head was in a state of panic as a result of the unexpected event. It didnât matter how hard she tried, the monster was unlikely to compensate for the damage. So, whoâs going to make up for her broken home?
âHuhââ
Whoosh.
Although it was obvious that she was indoors, a cold wind swept across her cheeks. Catherine stood at a safe distance from the bedroom, her gaze fixed on the sky. Getting up took no more than a minute. However, the goat-headed monster in front of her, which had been screaming with great force until just moments beforeâ collapsed to the ground and turned into a handful of ashes.
âTsk.â
The man in front of her clicked his tongue for a little moment.
Catherine took a careful step forward and turned to face the man. This was unmistakably the back of the head she was familiar with. In the orange afternoon sky, his silver hair glistened like mermaid scales. Catherine grabbed this manâs shoulder and swung it around to face her.
âHey.â
Eyes of a refreshing cobalt blue rolled slowly toward her. As expected, itâs really that man. The man who threw 100 Rid at her! No, that person!
âWhat are you going to do about my house? This is the area where I worked like a dog for a week and managed to clean it!â
The man seemed to have already expected her to come. He stepped back and shook Catherineâs hand naturally.
ââCleaning? No way, are you cleaning this big mansion by yourself?â
It was after the glass disappeared into thin air. He grumbled in an audible voice as he glanced at the messed up âpart of the building that used to be a bedroom.â
âYou have great stamina.â
âWhat are you going to do about my house, you jerk!â
The time she had spent worrying about the manâs extraordinary identity had vanished like a speck of dust. Sheâs only seen one beautiful future and has been diligently cleaningâ She felt as if she was losing strength in her arms and legs because she believed that all of her hardships had disappeared.
âLetâs calm down, Miss Phanya.â
The main character in the case, on the other hand, made a shameless face and said something that could not be comforted. Does he think itâs enough to make a smile with an innocent, fresh smile?
Catherineâs chest was bubbling with anger and irritation.
âCalm down? My house collapsed. You want me to calm down?â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about. Why donât you open your eyes wide and take a look around. The house collapsed? Did you dream while standing?â
She couldnât figure out what this madman was saying at first. Catherine took a step back after grabbing her spinning head. She then calmed herself and considered calling Sir Mel to have him take this man away.
Butâ.
âLook, thereâs nothing wrong with your house. The hallway will be the same. The mansion that Miss Phanya cleaned like a dog is perfectly fine without a scratch.â
Why is the mansion all right?
âIâm sure itâs all a mess.â
Catherineâs wild eyes wandered over the clean bedrooms. The ceiling that had collapsed was restored, and the broken furniture was left in its original location. There was even a damaged canopy dangling like a swing. Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
âIââ
Am I dreaming again in my dream?
However, no matter how hard she looked, everything was fine. The canopy, which had a hole in its ugly shape, had been restored to its previous state. Both broken, non-operational polymorphic clocks and old colored carpets. As if nothing had happened, he remained in the same spot.
Catherine, who had been looking around the room, took one more look at the man.
Silver hair, which had been dyed red by the setting sun, has regained its original pure color. People who can perform such great magic are counted on their hands even when they look around the entire continent.
âAre you Archduke Cesare?â
Archduke Cesare Christopher is supposed to be a great archmage who can even defeat evil dragons, yet with such a man, such magic would not be a problem.
Perhaps it was still there? She was sweating intensely as a result of her anxiety. What will he actually say?
âThatâs right, Iâm Archduke Cesare, this territoryâs ruler!â Or is it enough to say, âDid you know that now, poor commoner?â Is he not going to say somethingâ?
âIâm not.â
What?
âYouâre not?â
That canât be true. Catherine examined the manâs features with her eyes wide open. The good face in the newspaper headlines was right, even if she just looked at it once or twice? First of all, the man was breathtakingly beautiful, and she would never forget him. But isnât this beauty one of two?
âWell, Iâve often heard that we look similar.â
He threw a word in a trivial voice, and the man pulled down a nearby chair.
âIs it a lie?â
But thereâs no reason for a great man to hide his identity from her. Itâs hard to figure out what heâs thinking.
Catherine stared silently at the man pretending to be the landlord, tapping nearby objects. If heâs not the Archduke, what the hell is she going to do with this madman?
ââŠâŠwait here for a second.â
But there was one thing for sure. There is nothing good about being associated with him.
Catherine ran to her room and pulled out the hidden bill between the bookshelf. She thought he would suddenly disappear, but the man was waiting in the chair as she left. Catherine hands over a 100 Rid bill to the man.
âTake it back. I donât need it.â
The man did not immediately accept the bills. She placed a bill on the manâs lap because he was in the mood to hold it for a while. Slowly, the man who had been staring at his lap opened his mouth.
âIt looks like youâd rather use it to get a new mansion. The money I have given to someone is not to be returned.â
âWhat kind of crap is that?â
âIf you give and take, it doesnât seem to be there.â
What seemed to be missing, pride?
Catherine, who had always been troubled, couldnât understand the words.
âIâm sorry, but I have no plans to leave this mansion.â
Even though she didnât want to waste her labor, she was going to spend the rest of her life in this house until the day she fell asleep in the coffin.
âWhy donât you think about it? You donât want to have to deal with anything like this today.â
âDidnât I say anything to you a few days ago? If you come to me like this one more time, Iâll call security.â
The man quietly closed his eyes in response to the threat. She felt nervous and her throat was choked, despite the fact that it was a simple action.
A short silence fell over the room accidentally. The blue eyes that showed beneath the long, thick brows were facing Catherine.
âYou wouldnât be able to open your mouth, let alone report it, if you died.â
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Since when? The clock that had died was moving again.
Catherine immediately focused on the magnificent clock, then on the man staring at it. In his eyes, a dazzling purple eye gleams and then vanishes.
âOf course, that does not mean that I make it that way. Miss Phanya, you must have seen it before. Not human figures, but horrible monsters. They want this mansion, or more precisely, the land on which it was built. In other words, a situation similar to today might arise at any time.â
Catherine couldnât focus on the manâs words despite his relaxed and calm tone. Thatâs because she was thinking about things far more important than those.
The bright purple eyes that vanished. The intense purple eyes, as far as she knew, were a color that no one could have been born with.
Oh, my goodness.
Catherine took a step back to protect her trembling hands. Thereâs no way. What is the real identity of that man?
Catherineâs anxiousness seemed to be noticed by the man. However, he seemed to believe that his own threat was the source of her concern.
âAll of this is advice for you. Where will I use these old houses if I get my hands on them? This type of mansion can be found all along the street.â
Catherine hurriedly averted her gaze from the man. The manâs previously purple eyes had already returned to their original blue color.
âDoes it only change color when he uses magic?â
The man was silent for a moment. When her racing heartbeat subsides, they turn to face each other. He wore a look that resembled a cold snowstorm.
She was hesitant to inquire as to why monsters were chasing her land. After a lot of effort, Catherine was able to move her frozen tongue.
ââŠIt is, without a doubt, an issue worth considering.â
Now that she fully understood what he was trying to say, she wanted the man to disappear from this mansion as soon as possible.
âItâs good that weâre both on the same page.â
On his face, the man showed the darkest smile. His lips are curled, but his eyes are not smiling.
*******
Catherine stood silently for a moment after the man left the mansion.
A wizard with purple eyes.
Along with the sensation of a heavy heart, the long memory of being buried in time came to life.
ââSo, you can tell a race of powerful magic from its birth by its eye color. The most dangerous of all is purple. Catherine? I donât know about other colors, but you have to be careful about things with purple eyes. They areâ.â
However, it changed for a very short time, and the eyes of the man were usually blue.
It meant that he usually went around in disguise with blue eyes. Isnât that the very existence that her mother talked about?
There was no longer any need for anxiety after she discovered who the man was.
âThatâs a good point. That is the most reasonable optionâ So letâs just get this over with.â
In any case, sheâll be able to find a more suitable house.
The man left her 100 Rid plus 900 Rid in cash, totaling 1000 Rid. He made it clear that he meant to stop bothering people, eat, and leave.
She wasnât going to turn down the manâs offer this time. A thousand Rid would give her a decent house to live in downtown Christopher alone. Catherine will eat and stay away as he wishes.
First, she packed the box that she hid under the bed. It was a box containing her motherâs belongings, so it was a precious thing to her.
Next was the bookcase. Reading is one of the few hobbies for Catherine who doesnât have a proper friend. Catherine bent her knees and squatted down to collect old novels and poetry.
ââHuh.â
For a moment, she felt a stiff touch on the back of her hand. There was something stuck to the ceiling of the bottom compartment of the bookshelf. Catherine put her book down and ripped the paper off her ceiling.
The identity of the paper was not a very old painting. With this bedroom as the background, an antique-looking woman sits in a chair and looks forward. The woman was a familiar figure to Catherine.
ââMother?â
Catherineâs fingertips, who was holding the picture, turned white.
I know this woman.
Catherineâs mouth slowly began to open. She couldnât believe her eyes when she realized what had happened. Her biological mother, who had been dead or missing for ten years, was the previous owner of this bedroom.
After all, she couldnât sleep that night.
Throughout the dawn and sunlight, Catherine, with a lamp by her bedside, looked at her motherâs picture. Considering this and that, it was a portrait that had been painted within 10 years at the most.
Sheâs long believed that all of her motherâs deaths were faked. But, at a place like this, she didnât expect to be confirmed in this way.
âMother.â
Catherineâs mother was her entire world.
When she thinks back to the times when her mother was at her side, she remembers how wonderful it was. Her world seemed to like hers, and she was fearless. Catherine had learned everything from her mother.
Catherine was angry with her, but she also missed her so badly that the tip of her nose was pierced. She was desperate to see and cry in her arms. A mansion where traces of a motherâs existence can still be found. A purple-eyed wizard who wishes to own a mansion.
âHaââ
Everything has its own weight. And this is Catherineâs first one since her mother disappeared.