âWait a minute, my head isnât following.â
Katarina, who had heard everything from me, said, processing it while cradling her forehead.
How could she easily accept being the daughter of an aristocrat, and that her younger siblings are half-brothers and half-sisters that her mother gave birth to through eloping with a gardener?
Because there is plenty of time anyway. We took one of the many rooms in Lonwellâs mansion, so she didnât have to worry about people staring at her.
I waited for Katarina, stroking her back.
After a while, as if she had finally pulled her thoughts together, Katarina spoke with a sharply addled look.
She drawled, ââŠI understand everything you say. That Lonwell is my biological father and has been supporting me without my knowledge. But one way or another, he is my parentsâ murderer.â
âHe killed my parents right in front of my eyes and that scene is still vivid in my eyes. I will never forgive him.â
Katarinaâs eyes, which were sharp, sank. She looked at me with a slightly puzzled look.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âWerenât you trying to stop me from killing Lonwell?â
âNot really..? Why would I stop you from avenging your parents?â
Katarina narrowed her eyes and gave me a look of incomprehension.
âThen why did you stop me earlier?â
âThings are different now than then. You didnât know then that Lonwell was your real father, but now you do.â
âMaybe it doesnât. However if you hadnât know, you may have came to regret it later.â
âI wouldâve had no regrets.â
âReally? Are you sure you wouldnât have regretted it hence? Are you confident that you would have brushed it off as something inconsequential?â
At my question, her mouth closed tight and it did not open again. Even as it was now, she seemed to have no confidence.
I patted her on the shoulder.
âFrom what I can see, you are in a state of confusion from accepting many things at once. Even at this moment when I am speaking, your head is only full of question marks, right?â
âThatâs not bad actually. If you donât take enough time to think and just act emotionally, you may end up regretting your actions, all those question marks you have would become exclamation marks.â
I gently jabbed Katarina in the middle of her chest with my forefinger.
âYou are to dig in here. Itâs a hard choice, a very hard one.â
Katarinaâs expression blurred.
âThen what should I do now? Iâve only been looking at this so farâŠâ
I put my hand on the back of hers and replied seriously.
âLetâs put it off until later.â
Katarinaâs eyes widened.
âYou donât have to decide now. Letâs go on a trip, and think slowly. You know what, there are so many wonderful places in this world to visit⊠For example, letâs see⊠the World Tree worshiped by the elves in the corner of the continent, those sweeties donât come out of the forest⊠or the Dragon Nest where the dragons hoard everythingâŠâ
I said whatever came to my mind, but Katarinaâs expression was a bit dazed when she heard my travel plans.
âWould you not like to go on a trip with me?â
âUh..? Uh? No no. Itâs not likeâŠâ
Katarina hurriedly shook her head. And then she spoke in a low, grating tone.
ââŠAccording to what you said⊠Lonwell, youâre saying, he tried to make me kill him out of guilt?â
âBut what if he changes his mind later? When I decide to kill him, if he resists, if he doesnât want to dieâŠâ
âThat wonât happen.â
He is a human being who gladly jumped on the bandwagon to quench his daughterâs â his sole bloodâs â hatred.
Will such a person change his mind in a few days when he hadnât in years?
But Katarina seemed uneasy.
âThatâs not going to happen, but if it does, Iâll help you kill him. Didnât I say? I am always on your side.â
âReally⊠are you really going to do that? Will you still be by my side?â
Katarinaâs eyes flickered with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.
Her body, leaning against me, quivered slightly.
The pent up pressure inside her released as the sound of sobbing reached my ears.
Lonwell had let out a bitter laugh when I had stopped Katarina and had explained the hidden intricacies to her.
Katarina had quivered but she did not let go of her saber.
She was afraid, but she glared at his face all the way.
Because of that, I had thought Katarina was emotionally a rational woman.
She didnât let go of the saber, but her hand had been trembling.
She glared all the way, but was afraid inside.
Katarina had shown a strong exterior so far, but that was a false image created out of vengeance. In reality, she is just an ordinary woman with a soft heart.
She is a precarious person with no pillar to lean on.
I stroked her hair gently.