Chapter 2 Part 2

In the story I created, Sicily travels north to meet a great wizard who is only a legend, but some people still believe in his existence, including Sicily herself. The great wizard was hundreds of years old, the great wizard who Sicily thought could answer everything that happened to Lilyana. However, Sicily actually died in a carriage accident on her way to the northern region.

Now all I have to do is come up with a plan to keep Sicily out of the carriage.

By sea? But it's winter, there are often storms at sea. Besides, the weather has been very bad lately. If you still ride in a carriage and walk carefully, maybe you can? Or change the story?

The butterfly effect might help. I left the room immediately. I approached Sicily's room.

"Mother?"My voice was greeted warmly by Her. She smiled at me. She replied in such a soft voice.

Sicily's warm voice didn't match the cold atmosphere of the room, because of the presence of Gisella and Hars Van Bearc, Gisella's siblings. They are from the same mother.

"Mother!"the voice came from Kleand, who came into the room, deliberately pushing my shoulder. Patience, Lyanna, patience.

"What is it, daughter?"Sicily's soft voice made me smile.

"Mother, can I come with you to the North?"i asked.

"Huh?! You came to talk about this nonsense, Lilyana Van Bearc?"Harry's loud voice echoed. He was clearly not pleased.

Sicily smiled wryly,"Hars,"she said in a low voice. Gosh, where is someone who wakes up with such a soft voice?

The child doesn't know hersef, she should have realized who her child is here. Hars' mother died of an illness, after which Sicily took over the role of Hars' and Gisella's mother. However, the duchess's place remained empty. Mother, remain concubine. Irritating.

"Mother, can I come with you?"i whined.

"What do you want there, Lyana?"she asked.

"Go with mother,"I replied.

"You'll only burden Mother,"Gisella scoffed.

"Anyway, this journey is long too, so you need a friend. Maybe Lyana can do it."

"Instead of Lyana, if you need a friend on a journey, I'd be better,"Gisella said.

These three really are bullies. My jaw clenched in anger. But my mouth remained closed because I couldn't say anything more. I glanced at Sicily, who was staring dubiously.

"Lyana will come, only Lyana,"Sisilia said. I smiled triumphantly at the three rats.

****

Day of departure. We rode in the carriage. I walked up to the carriage with a small bag and a coat that Sisilia had given me. I walked around the carriage to see if there were any defects.

"Lily,"called Sicily, who had come with Grand Duke Bearc--Cleo Van Bearc.

"Mother and Father!"i bowed my head in greeting.

Cleo looked at me coldly. Then he examined every inch of me.

"You are so small,"he said. He said with a flat voice and narrowed eyes.

Sicily laughed awkwardly,"she is still ten years old, Master,"Sicily replied.

Even at ten, my body is small, Mother. All because of lack of food. And that is the rule of this asshole family. Except for Mother.

I looked at Cleo, who was cold. I hadn't seen him for a long time. The last time we met was when there was a problem with poison in the food, for which I became a suspect, even though it was Gisella's doing. Fortunately it's not a deadly poison, it only causes dizziness and fever for a day. The victim is Hars. Although her own biological sister, yes, Gisella is mad.

"Some slaves will come with you,"says Cleo.

Three slaves appear, one of them is Gerald. I was a little surprised, but at the same time happy to be watching them.

"Mother, hurry back,"Kleand said.

Sicily smiled and stroked Kleand's head. Gisella and Hars also said goodbye.

After all the disgusting farewell rituals, Sicily and I boarded the carriage. Once on board, Sicily held my tiny hand and stroked the scar on my right arm.

I looked outside the carriage. Gerald was walking barefoot with two slaves. Even though the weather was cold and they had walked very far. I had just noticed earlier that they came out barefoot with only used coats to protect them from the cold.

"Mom,"I called.

Sicily turned with a warm smile. My heart fluttered at that moment. Ah, she is my beautiful and kind mother.

"What is it?"

I took out some shoes. Just ordinary sandals I made from wool thread. They're for inside the house. But when I see the condition of the three slaves outside, including Gerald. I feel very sad. Their feet must hurt.

Mine aren't bad. Yes, of course, the small hands of a ten year old could not make the knitting strong enough. Since they break easily, I carry five at a time, just in case. Out of the five, I took three pairs of knitting shoes. More specifically, socks.

"Could you give them to the three slaves, Mother? I can't bear to see them barefoot. It's made of wool thread, it's small, but it must be quite stretchy for all three of them."

"Why not you?"asked Sicily with her gentle smile.

I was silent for a moment. Then I chuckled awkwardly,"Never mind, Mother, just give it to me,"again I'm silent. Think of a clear and strong reason.

"It would be really scary if the knights told Father about me later. You know that, don't you? Every little thing I do is being watched. It's like being a prisoner. That's why Father's subordinates are coming with us."

Sicily laughed. While I made an embarrassed face. Actually, I was really upset about the treatment of the Bearc family. Besides being watched by spies, I was also like this because I wanted to play a role. I don't want to change the fate of Gerald. I want everything to go well and there to be no problems in the future. My goal is just to live quietly with Sicily.

My hair is useful too, I thought as I saw Sicily start to open the carriage window. Dan began to stare at Gerald and the other two slaves.

"Daughter,"Sicily called to a teenage girl with brown hair tied in a bun.

"Yes, madam?"she answered quickly. She smiled with a sweet face.

"Wear these to protect your feet,"Sisilia said, handing her the three knitted sandals.

I could hear the girl's happy exclamation from inside the carriage. Except for Gerald and someone more mature than Gerald. Still, Gerald and one of his quiet friends were using what Liana had given them. It's not for nothing that I learned to knit from my grandmother in a previous life to kill boredom, in this world I'm bored too, so I asked for wool yarn from Sicily and made this. Even ....

I looked at Sicily. Right around her neck is a beautiful scarf I made. Sicily warms the torso. Ah, Sicily always manages to make me miss my mother in a past life, a mother who had gone somewhere the day I died.

"Mom, I love you!" I cried happily. Fate is good, its plans are always good, even if my plans are a little strange.

The wind suddenly blew hard. I entered the carriage room. I, who was hugging Sicily, was stunned, the memory of the train accident made me panic immediately.

I put my head through the train window and looked around. We are on the border of the territory of the Duchy of Bearc. There is a small, cozy village here. In front of us is a ravine that the road to pass is full of snow.

"Mother!"I shouted, startling everyone.

"What's wrong, Lily?"Sicily shouted in panic as well.

"Stop, we spent the night in the village earlier! Please turn the carriage around. Mother, there's still time tomorrow, at least until the wind stops. I'm afraid there will be a storm or an avalanche near these mountains."

Unconsciously, my tears flowed because of this fear. I was so afraid, I couldn't imagine that the Sicily I loved the most would leave us so tragically.

Sicily sighed when she heard the successive explanations that quickly came out of my little lips. The woman stroked her head and smiled. Then she did as I asked. The train turned back to the village.

We spent the night in a luxury inn in the village. Yes, for a small village it is quite luxurious. We stop there. I had dinner with Sicily.

"Clean your body and rest,"Sisilia said. As soon as we finish eating.

I nodded. Then I left Sicilia's room. From the beginning, after remembering his death, I didn't want to let go of Sicily. I'm afraid the slightest carelessness could be fatal.

"I'm just taking a shower, mother's in the room too. She will be fine,"I muttered all the way to the bathroom.

I entered the bathroom, but someone bumped into my body. The dress I was wearing was wet from the hot water that person brought. I looked up, wanting to be angry, but that person was Gerald.

I was silent for a moment. The teenager immediately looked down apologetically. He's so handsome!

"Be the antagonist"

Suddenly, I remembered my intention. But I don't know what to do to be the antagonist.

"Slap,"I whispered.

Doubtfully, I raised my hand. For the first time in two lives, I was violent. I reflexively closed my eyes as my hand landed roughly on Gerald's cheek. Her voice was so clear it hurt. My hands hurt too. It must hurt. Aaah! My main character!

"Be careful next time!"i snapped haltingly and stiffly. You stupid, i said.

I immediately ran to the bathroom. Standing on shaking legs. My hands are shaking too.Mom, I hit someone,"i whispered, already scared and shaking.

"And it's my favorite male lead, huh, his handsome face was hurt," cowered in the corner of the room. Soon I heard the sound of water running in the bathtub. I stood with a cautious face, thinking it was Gerald, embarrassed if the young man heard what I said.

It turned out to be a brown-haired slave, he smiled at me as soon as our eyes met.

"The water is ready, miss,"he said in a low voice.

I nodded. Then he helped me undress, his face startled at the sight of my red feet. It's from the hot water.

"Y-your feet--"

"That..."i thought for a moment whether I should answer as myself or as the antagonist.

"That, because of a careless slave boy! He spilled hot water near me, my feet became like this,"yes, in the end I became the arrogant one, the antagonist.

"Oh, that boy! Miss, take a shower first, then I'll rub some medicine on your feet, Miss."

The brunette sister quickly ran out of the bathroom. Ignoring me prevented it.

****

I finished, in a warm dress, sitting by the fire. It's so comfortable.

"Miss!"the brunette nurse arrives with Gerald. I'm speechless. Gerald's face was flat and his eyes sharp. Filled with vengeance as he looks at me.

"W-what's wrong?"I asked.

God, why do I always stutter when I'm shocked or nervous?!

"Let's treat your wound."

The brunette nurse had already crouched down in front of me as soon as she said that. I'm speechless. I couldn't see the elder crouching in front of me. I quickly crouched down in front of him as well.

"I'm shy,"i squeaked.

"Why?"the brunette sister asked.

"I'll just treat it. I'm afraid it will hurt,"i argued when I realized that the previous sentence sounded ridiculous. I just don't want him to bow down before me.

"No, Miss! I will treat it,"the girl in front of me refuses.

I close my eyes. I don't know what to do, I don't like older people bowing down like that. I'm not a cruel person thirsting for respect and power.

"Stand up! I told you, didn't I? I'll just treat you! Didn't you hear?!" I shouted, immediately grabbing the drug.

The brunette nurse was shocked.

"Go!"i snapped again. Gerald pulled the older sister's hand away. Wait! Gerald grabbed the girl's hand? Cold Gerald?!

As far as I remember, this character doesn't exist in the story, but Gerald has empathy for this woman, don't tell me the butterfly effect is really like that?! Don't tell me Gerald likes her?!