Sylvie quietly stepped out of the room.
But in the blink of an eye, the expression in her eyes shifted to something furtive.
Hehehe… Miss Sophia only said I had to leave and stay out of sight, she never said I couldn’t eavesdrop by the door, right?
The girl’s delicate crimson eyes, identical to Miss Floralia’s, now darted mischievously.
Sylvie tiptoed, lowering her body until she was crouching by the door.
She really wanted to hear—what exactly was this so-called “adult topic”?
A muffled, intermittent low voice came from inside, Miss Floralia speaking seriously:
“…Please let go… Miss Sophia… you’re hurting me…”
This, this is!?
Sylvie’s eyes widened in shock, her posture straightening instinctively.
What on earth were they doing in there?
Could it be… the Lady Knight and Miss Floralia were fighting?
But Miss Floralia was frail and couldn’t even stand—there was no way she could beat the Lady Knight!
What to do… Should she rush in and save her?
No, I absolutely won’t allow anyone to bully my Miss Floralia!
A knightly sense of mission surged within Sylvie as she crossed her arms over her chest, ready to charge back inside.
But in an instant, Floralia’s teaching echoed in her mind:
“Think twice before acting; rashness only brings trouble.”
Sylvie froze for a moment, then took a deep breath.
Calm down… calm down. She was no longer the reckless little girl she once was.
Besides, Miss Floralia wasn’t a bad person… she shouldn’t have any conflict with the Lady Knight, right?
Maybe… it was better to wait and observe a little longer?
And who knows, perhaps Miss Floralia might reveal a side of herself unknown to Sylvie in front of the visiting Lady Knight…?
Sylvie clenched her small fists tightly.
She remembered that ever since she could remember, Miss Floralia had been by her side.
Although Miss Floralia looked somewhat young and unreliable, she was actually a very gentle, meticulous, and knowledgeable elder.
From the time Sylvie was a clueless little girl, Miss Floralia had cared for and raised her.
Washing clothes, tidying the room, handling chores, while also brewing potions to earn Copper Coins for the household’s bread.
Though confined to a wheelchair, Miss Floralia kept the house impeccably organized, patiently teaching Sylvie life skills while tirelessly running around to help her gain admission to the Town Academy nearby.
In daily life, she tolerated all of Sylvie’s little moods; even when Sylvie made mistakes and got scolded, a little coquettishness was enough to quickly earn Miss Floralia’s forgiveness.
Though their home was in a remote, modest place, as long as Miss Floralia was around, a warm sense of belonging naturally blossomed.
Aside from the bathtub, the only place Sylvie could truly feel immersed was in Miss Floralia’s gentle embrace.
…At least, that’s what Sylvie had always believed.
As she grew older, whenever they went out, she would volunteer to push Miss Floralia’s wheelchair.
At those times, Miss Floralia would nostalgically speak of her youth—how dignified, tall, beautiful, respected, and admired she had been in her prime.
But Sylvie thought that the now slightly smaller, wheelchair-bound Miss Floralia, with her gentle brows and soft tone, exuded a unique, enticing fragility that made one’s very bones tingle.
Especially when seeing the townsfolk and merchants’ gazes linger on them as they passed by, Sylvie’s lips would inevitably curl into a proud smile.
After all, they looked so alike that even if people mistook them for a pair of beautiful sisters, no one would doubt it—
Yet Miss Floralia, despite her youthful appearance, always carried an air of worldly wisdom in her speech and actions.
Whenever Sylvie curiously asked about her past, Miss Floralia would just smile without revealing anything.
But precisely this silence only made Sylvie more intrigued.
What kind of things had Miss Floralia experienced?
Was their resemblance somehow connected?
Why was Miss Floralia excellent and capable in everything except cooking?
Miss Floralia… was she really just her teacher…?
Regarding this last question, Sylvie had long harbored strange suspicions but never dared to ask.
She loved cuddling with Miss Floralia to sleep.
Sylvie remembered that as a child, every night after bathing, she would throw herself into Miss Floralia’s soft, bouncy chest and fall asleep wrapped in the scent of roses, peaceful and secure.
But Miss Floralia had told her that once she grew older, they would have to sleep in separate beds.
Sylvie worried that if she ever voiced her feelings, Miss Floralia might start having concerns and stop letting her cuddle.
“Ugh… you… don’t struggle… let go…”
Miss Floralia’s muffled, intermittent voice broke Sylvie’s thoughts.
“Dear Sister… you smell so good~”
The voice of the Lady Knight answered—her tone teasing and playful, making one easily imagine a mischievous smirk.
What caught Sylvie’s attention even more was the strange nickname Sophia used:
Dear Sister.
Could it be… the Lady Knight knew Miss Floralia?!
What was going on… wasn’t she here for a home visit?
Was there some unknown past between these two that Sylvie didn’t know about?
“…How did you find me here?”
Miss Floralia’s voice was no longer gentle and subdued but full of solemnity and seriousness, instantly conjuring Sylvie’s mental image of her stern, scolding face.
“Dear Sister, are you finally willing to talk to me properly?”
Sophia’s calm voice showed no change, completely unfazed by Miss Floralia’s intimidating tone.
“…Though I would like to tell you all about my search for you over these years—it’s a long story.”
She paused, then chuckled softly.
“You just need to know, it’s all thanks to the good child you raised.”
What? What does this have to do with me?
Sylvie, still pressed against the door, gaped in astonishment.
“Is that so? I warn you… don’t think just because you’re in a wheelchair you’re easy to bully. If you touch me another finger…”
“Dear Sister, why be afraid of me? We haven’t seen each other for years—shouldn’t we be getting close and catching up?”
The Lady Knight sighed lightly, then laughed softly:
“Besides, didn’t you used to love having me by your side to serve you? So why run away scared now that you see me?”
“Damn it… stop… don’t go too far…!”
“Shh—keep your voice down, don’t forget little Sylvie’s still outside.”
“Y-you… ugh!”
Their voices lowered until barely audible, only the sound of two heavy breaths came faintly from inside.
Sylvie stared fixedly at the doorframe, feeling like she was being scratched by a cat—her skin tingling and heart itching.
Damn it… what’s going on… why have they stopped talking?!
I really want to know what they’re doing inside…!
Anxiously, Sylvie’s gaze dropped to the door handle—not even locked.
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