Ch 3 NWS

“Father…… so the Count of Red Wheel was tasked with leading the Knights to defend the border. He can’t come straight back because he has something to finish, but our father was very worried about you sister. His scary face seems to have become more fierce…… every young citizen he passed by, cried.”

The Count of Red Wheels had a physique that exceeded the height of the average male in the Illavenian Empire. Beastly sharp eyes, black hair that reminds you of the night, a short beard and a long scar that ran vertically down his left eye.

His ferocious appearance and fierce spirit when leading the Knights of the family added strength to the terrifying story of the Red Wheel estate.

Calyx toured the land and heard a citizen say to their child, ‘Carmine! If you don’t listen, the Count of the Red Wheel will come for you!’ Sometimes, he would see the child stop crying when a parent exclaimed, ‘there’s the Count of Red Wheel!’

He was dumbfounded. His father was being compared to a beast deep in mountains, through terms such as, ‘if you lie, you’ll be eaten by the Count.’

“My father hates wielding power over the weak. So the families of those under his direct command don’t treat the young people carelessly. He is respected enough to have a wine named after himself.”

Roselyn had a strange look on her face. “Oh, I see” Does it taste good? He thought she was asking. Calyx dropped a small smile.

“But you can’t drink it. You are very allergic to grapes. My sister, you have always been grieving because grapes are the main crops of our land.”

Calyx was speechless for a moment. That steak his sister was eating earlier. He remembered that the colour of the sauce dripping from it was red.

Calix liked the sauce made from wine. Since there was no particular preference ordered, the sauce for his steak must have been that. He couldn’t think of it at the time because he was shocked after seeing her eating with her hands.

My sister is allergic to grapes, cooked or not, when she eats grapes, her airway becomes swollen and a red rash appears on her skin, she can’t breathe properly. Calyx gripped her face with a pale expression.

“Sister!”

With her eyes wide open, Roselyn was led by Calyx to look at her body in a haphazard fashion. He had her check her neck and chest. By now, the amount of time had passed whereby red rashes would have appeared on her skin.

“Are you breathing well? Does your throat feel swollen, or not?”

Roselyn shook her head.

“Oh, alright.”

“Ah.”

Calyx kept a good eye on her after she confirmed she was all right.

Watching her eyes, skin, neck, and every breath, he finally took a deep breath. Somehow she looked fine. However, even if she is okay now, it is hard to know what will happen later.

The door burst open as he was about to call the servant by ringing the bell. Earlier, there was a maid who went to deliver Calyx’s share of steak. ‘Lady!’ the maid rushed in.

She was aware of the situation. She approached Roselyn and checked her neck, chest and back like what had just been done.

“My Lady, are you breathing properly? Do you think your throat is swollen?”

Roselyn shook her head.

“Oh, alright, my Lady.

“Ah.”

The maid sighed after thoroughly checking Roselyn and wiped the cold sweat off her forehead. Shortly afterwards, a steak with grey rain sauce was served.

Before Roselyn held the simmering steak with her hands, Calyx cut it into bite-sized pieces and put a fork in her hand.

After the demonstration, Roselyn used a fork and knife.

“I didn’t know she would eat it, and I was careless. I’m sorry, sir.”

“…not.. I forgot about it too.”

“That’s lucky. I think Idelavheim is helping. I heard, when I was a child, that there are cases where allergies can be relieved, but… Just in case, she’d better take the allergy medicine after meal.”

The maid stepped out in search of the doctor.

Calyx scoured the table that had become cluttered by Roselyn, an avocado salad thrown away after a bite. An empty steak dish, a wine sauce that is hard to find. [Don’t miss anything really small, even trivial, and take a good look, Cal.] He hardened his face as cool sensation ran through his spine.

[Whether it’s fluttering the lashes, moving your eyes, sweating, licking your lips with your tongue. A person can tell you a lot of information, even if you try to hide it. Actions can show as much as words, maybe more than that.]

Calyx overlapped the image of the old Roselyn with the person in front of him. In his memory, she never had food stuffed in her cheeks and she never let loose her curly hair. A white uniform covers the neck, black hair tied high and olive eyes shining vividly.

[I have to sift underneath the layer of words disguised as lies. I can do it. The people of Red Wheel always have good instincts…]

As he said, when he was young, Calyx and his sister were very sensitive. He had a good grasp of problems and small details.

The Count of the Red Wheel was also famous for his remarkable animal-like senses, along with his ability to perform martial arts and sword skills. Strangely, there was once a feeling where he suddenly wanted to retreat and it turned out to be a trap set up by a foreign country which was actually waiting for them. Another instance there was a guy that seemed off and was unfavourable, so the Count tried to catch the person. He was a suspicious individual from a foreign country.

As for Roselyn, the strangely developed senses may have been indeed a feature of the Red Wheel family.

Calyx admitted this fact to himself. The shallow sense of incompatibility and unfamiliarity felt from his sister in front of him this whole time was separate from the simple problem of memory loss and her different way of behaving. Calyx’s sharp eyes focused on Roselyn.

She was licking the sauce from her lips. You have the same face, but if she’s a different person, it’s…

* * *

Roselyn recovered quickly with the extreme care given. Due to the incredible pace of recovery, Basio thought his medical and drug-making skills had now reached God’s realm.

Calyx visited her every day to look after her. Despite his busy days as the heir to the Count of Red Wheel, he never missed visiting her. It was a tearful friendship.

There have been times when some people questioned Calyx’s attitude. It was because Roselyn didn’t look so happy, considering that she was sad when eating and drinking since her disappearance.

But the person involved in the rumour, Calyx of Red Wheel, was famous for his cold, blunt nature since he was a child.

Now that the problem is over and Roselyn has been found, everyone thought it was just a matter of time before she gets back to her original form.

Roselyn’s routine was simple. She wakes up, eats, rests, rests some more, takes a nap, wakes up, eats and then goes to sleep. Except for meals and sleep hours, she would just wander around.

Therefore, she was seen wandering around the Count’s property in various places. She was dressed in pyjamas, wearing slippers and her curly hair was untied in a very free-spirited way.

The butler cried into a handkerchief saying that the bright and smart girl had become an idiot, and Calyx grabbed his head in pain because this caused him a headache.

Less than a day later, a rumour spread among the County. But the rumour was rather strange, perhaps because of Roselyn’s behaviour before the accident was so different compared to now…

“The Lady’s hair is a bit—”

The butler started in a rush, and then he got slapped on the back by another maid next to him and changed his words to, “You were too smart before…It’s okay to be less intelligent.”

He sometimes ended with, “Walking barefoot is good for you. Our lady is special.”

Or, “You look so wild with your hair down. You’re like a woman who leads a new fashion trend. My lady is cool.”

It led to Calyx reading all the rumours about Roselyn that his aide had gathered. Calyx sighed with a trembling expression.

“So… my sister…returns alive from the valley of death with the protection of the High One, and the spirit of black death was removed from the Countess. Then after six days she finally opens her eyes, in spite of her wounds, she stabilized but her mind is scattered and public sentiment is low.”

“Yes.”

“…Yeah… she really did do all that…”

The maids’ heads seemed strange, but Calyx couldn’t get rid of all the rumours and cover them up.

The attitude of protecting his sister’s mistakes was so absurd that it was scary.

“I knew your sister was nice to the children, but the less ripe fruit is called a golden apple… well, it’s not harmful to your sister, so just give her a little caution.”

(T/L Note: not sure what he is saying since it must be an idiom…)

“It’s a shining moment of the lady’s character. I understand. Oh, but the Countess wanted to have a luncheon. With the Young Lady as well.”

“I see. I’ll take my sister with me.”

Roselyn was sitting on one side of the hallway today.

Calyx looked at her from a distance. Her eyes were closed, so she seemed to be taking a nap, but as soon as the maid downstairs walked by talking, her mouth began to move.

She was whispering something. Calyx concentrated in order to read her lips as she spoke.

‘The head maid told me to change the sheets everywhere today,’ she said. ‘Oh, yes, I was so busy with the missing Lady that I just gave her last week’s sheets.’ ‘Let’s go to work.’ ‘Vivian wants to buy some clothes. You want to come?’ ‘Yeah, I’ll tell her.’ ‘Oh, Vivian. Vivian! I’m going to the market after work tonight, and I have a few things I’d like to buy this week, isn’t that great? Come with me.’

“Let’s go together.” (The maids)

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‘Let’s go together.’ (Roselyn)

The voices of the maids and the lips of Roselyn’s mouth seemed to be overlapping. Calyx checked the skin on his forearm as goose-bumps began to spread.

It was not a scene that he had witnessed only once or twice, but he was horrified each time he saw it.

She was listening and learning the words, mumbling them over and over again and repeating the various things that were happening in the house. As if by instinct, she had to acquire the language in order to blend in with the crowd.