Rieta looked at the incense burner for a long time from a distance where she could almost touch her forehead to it before she moved on.
Looking at it like this, it doesnât seem like sheâll finish seeing all of the stuff here even for a week.
âWell, because she can come again.â
Besides, every time she comes here, Rieta will hold Noelâs hand like this and wonât let go.
âThatâŚ. might be okay.â
Noel swears to heaven that he was not trying to hold hands in a strange way.
Lately, he has lost a lot of time with Rieta, so he was just trying to make up for it this way.
As expected, it seemed that something new had appeared that interested her.
Rieta let go of Noelâs hand this time, and she ran to the painting opposite her.
Noel looked down at the empty hand, and laughed bitterly.
âWhat? She was so scared a moment ago.â
When the beautiful and mysterious object caught her eye, she seemed to have forgotten all those feelings.
The thought that he could hold her hand every time they came hereâŚâŚ It seems wrong.
Noel realized that somewhere in his mind, a strange feeling of disappointment welled up.
âItâs not something to be disappointed about.â
Of course, he struggled to get rid of all his strange feelings.
Whatâs so special about holding hands with Rieta?
When they were young, they used to hold hands and slept together
He was preoccupied with another thought. Perhaps it was because of the word sleep.
Last night, Rieta fell asleep calling his name.
She parted her lips in the shape of his name.
The strange feeling returned to him, that it gave him goosebumps.
Thatâs why he told RietaâŚâŚ
The moment his thoughts are about to go crazy in a dangerous (?) place.
The sound of something moving came from a distance away from the two of them.
He widened his eyes and looked around the place where the sound came from, but he couldnât see anything because the statue was blocking his view.
Noel turned his gaze to Rieta.
She seemed to have heard that sound as well, with her back to the portrait staring at Noel.
It seems that the wizardâs advice, âDo not look at portraits when you are aloneâ came to mind.
Noel glanced at the portrait Rieta was admiring.
He knew that the magicianâs ghost story was ridiculous, but as expected, the portraitâs pupils did not move around.
The pupils were always looking straight ahead.
âIt looks like the princess really liked that portrait.â
ââŚâŚWhat are you talking about?â
âYouâre staring at it.â
WIth Noelâs joke, Rietaâs head flinched at the painting for a moment.
The reason she couldnât look at it was probably because I was scared.
âCome on, donât tease me.â
âYou said earlier that it makes no sense for a painting to move.â
âBut once you actually see it, you have no choice but to believe any nonsense.â
As he answered calmly, Rietaâs face began to turn black from being blue.
It was evident that she was frightened even more by the strange noises she had just heard.
The quiet time passed by only sharing glances.
Noel thought he should slowly ease Rietaâs tension.
Perhaps sheâll forget even to breathe if left it as it is.
To show that she doesnât have to be unnecessarily nervous.
The moment Noel brought out his words in a light tone.
The sound that had come earlier started again.
Noel turned his head in the direction of the sound.
It was very long and clear, unlike before, which was only short.
Besides, there were several sounds mixed together this time.
Something rubbed on the floor, knockingâŚ
At first glance, it sounded like something was walking.
Noel thought he might have to go outside again and ask the wizard to check.
He called for Rieta, who stood in front of the portrait again to say letâs go.
But he couldnât even call her short name to the end.
It was because while he was looking at the source of the sound, Rieta, who ran right in front of him, grabbed him by the collar and started pulling it.
ââŚâŚ What are you going to do without me?â
Normally, he would have asked her this question and tapped her white forehead.
But as he watched Rieta scared, not knowing where to put her big eyes, hhe didnât feel like making fun of her.
Rieta had a weakness for ghost stories since she was little.
On days when she heard scary stories, she couldnât sleep alone, so much so that she went to visit Darrell with Noel.
After that, Darrell did something to the two of them.
Noel stroked Rietaâs head with both hands, then squeezed her face to make her stop looking.
âThereâs nothing to be afraid of here.â
What Darrell did to her as a child. Affectionately but firmly.
Usually, when Darrell did this, Rieta would calm down and be relatively free of fear.