The Reason I Keep Avoiding My Childhood Friend

“Then I’ll let the guest in. I’ll leave you alone.”

“Yes. Goodbye, Sister! Thank you for coming all the way here.”

Sister waved her hand and left. And right away the guest came in. The moment the door was opened, and I saw the person entering, I was surprised. The other person also recognized me, and their eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh? Miss Arendine Aide?”

“Did you come to see me?”

We spoke at the same time. The other party also looked dazed at the absurdity of this situation. I was also perplexed by his confused reaction.

The true identity of the blackmailer who forcibly got the carriage earlier was Baron Owen. It was Baron Owen who came to his senses first. I was still sitting at my desk, but he pulled a chair and sat across from me.

And he started laughing out loud.

“Wow, what a surprise. I didn’t recognize it because it wasn’t the look I expected. To meet by chance midway through, it must be real fate.”

I don’t know how to react to someone who talks to me in a friendly way, even mentioning fate in our relationship. I was still confused. To say that he didn’t recognize me because I didn’t look the way he expected was a clear expression that we had never met.

But how did this person come to know me? Why?

Baron Owen was looking at me with a curious look. Even though he said that, he seemed to doubt whether I was Arendine Aide. I couldn’t let the other side observe me forever.

“I was really curious, but how did you know and come to me? What happened?”

“Aren’t you serving your guest a cup of tea?”

Without answering my question, Baron Owen looked around leisurely. It seemed like he was deliberately trying to distract me.

“The guest may not be my guest, so should I have to know what brought you here for me to treat you?”

“I’m a bit surprised too, so I need time to calm down.”

What was this level of shamelessness? I was speechless at his amazing explanation. Well, ever since he acted that way in order to get into the carriage, I thought he wasn’t a normal person.

“Are you sure you’re looking for me?”

Still, I wanted to be sure, so I asked again, and an unknown strangeness passed by in Baron Owen’s red eyes.

“If I’m sure if you’re Miss Arendine Aide, that’s right. Please tell me. Are you really yourself?”

He doesn’t completely distrust me, but he was suspicious of me with an uneasy face, as if he didn’t even believe that he got the right person. At the same time, he tried to evaluate me. It was a situation that made me feel like he was the host, and I was the guest.

“It’s true that my name is Arendine Aide, but I don’t know if I am the person you are looking for.”

“A while ago, the administrative office confirmed that there was only one person using the name Arendine Aide, so it must be true that I came to visit Lady. But I was surprised. I never thought that a sage would be such a cute lady.”

If he even checked my name at the administrative office, it means that he did come to see me. I really don’t know what his intention was.

And in the midst of that, I felt bad when he said, ‘I never thought a sage could be such a cute lady.’ Such an expression had a negative connotation. Does that mean I don’t live up to his expectations?

There was so much to point out about the guest’s rude attitude, but I endured it because he was a noble. Even if he’s dirty and despicable, I have to raise his status.

“You keep saying you’ve been looking for me, but who are you?”

“First of all, let me introduce you to Baron Harold Owen.”

Does ‘first of all, introduce you to’ means that you are not Baron Harold Owen? I went silent at the unique introduction method. I couldn’t just be dragged like this any longer. At first, I was surprised that there was a noble guest who came to visit me, and that the guest was someone I had an acquaintance with today.

However, when I think about it, the other person came to me disguised and hid his identity before. He wanted to meet ‘Arendine Aide’. He wanted some business. In other words, he wasn’t looking for me.