# 24
In Angelica's garden, there was a heavy silence for a while as she was ignored.
Cyril was unable to fully understand the situation, so she was frowning, while Angelica was forced to raise the corner of her lips and hide her aching heart.
As for Hugo, he was standing motionless, without answering anything.
It was as if someone had enchanted them to make time stop at that moment.
The first to be freed from magic was Cyril Rose.
She swallowed several successive sobs, and shook her head quickly.
Then she tried to change the subject and said something without thinking.
But she never expected this to be the second crisis.
“Anyway, Hugo, what happened to your neck?”
Cyril said, her words coming out of her mouth in a stutter, pointing to the back of his neck.
Angelica suddenly raised her head, while Hugo gently wiped the red bruises on his neck.
He was wearing a uniform, which made the bruises less noticeable, but couldn't completely hide them. As soon as he moves his head, the bruises appear clearly.
Angelica felt a sudden heat rise to her ears.
Although she avoided the worst, there was something else that seemed even more confusing in her imagination.
“You said that transparent clothes are more effective than regular clothes...”
This was absolutely true. The more partial the bruise appears, the more unusual it looks.
Angelica involuntarily looked at the bruises and felt a strange taste on the tip of her tongue.
At the same time, his eyes were drawn to her, as if he was enchanted.
“…”
“…”
It had been many days since they had last exchanged glances. Time seemed to pass endlessly.
Angelica was clenching her trembling fist tightly, trying to avoid his gaze, when he spoke.
"…law."
Hugo looked at her calmly and said so.
“I was bitten by a mosquito.”
His voice was soft, full of sincerity, as if everyone could sense the truth behind his words.
Why?
That was the answer she was hoping to hear.
Angelica decided to clench her fist so hard that her sharp nails peeped part of her palm.
“Are there mosquitoes in this weather? Something strange.”
Cyril was the only one who didn't show any concern. She believed him, and nodded gently.
At that moment, Angelica felt that she could no longer stay there.
Her heart was burning and hurting at the same time, as if her feelings were reigniting. She suddenly stood up.
“Oh, I forgot to do something important. Cyril, let's postpone afternoon tea for later.”
“Wait a minute, Angelica.”
“...We'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Bernstein.”
Although Cyril tried to stop her, Angelica ran away from the garden.
At least she was lucky to have said a quick hello to Hugo.
“Yes, that's enough.”
After all, there was something important she had to do.
She didn't know why she felt so nervous and rushed, but inside she was constantly repeating excuses in her mind, until the evening of the next day, the wedding day, came.
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On the other hand, in Cyril's garden after Angelica left.
“…”
Hugo Bernstein watched her quickly move away, not leaving his gaze until she had completely disappeared.
“Hugo, what was that?”
Cyril, who could not bear his silence, asked as she saw him looking at the place where she had disappeared.
Honestly, Angelica and Hugo's actions were very ambiguous, it was clear that they had feelings for each other, and yet, whenever they were together, they would exhibit incomprehensible behavior.
Especially now.
“You should have called her by her name when you spoke to her. Wouldn’t that cause a misunderstanding with the lady?”
Since arriving here, Hugo has been constantly monitoring Angelica. Even when he put the bottle of ointments on the table or thanked him.
But his speech was strangely directed at Cyril, and although Cyril was not the most discerning in these matters, it was very clear to her.
Touching the bottle of ointment on the table, Viggo replied.
“If she finds out she knows what I know, it will be difficult for her.”
His voice was calm, but it held some sadness. It was clear that he didn't want you to find out about him.
But at the same time, he had to give thanks, so his words came out ambiguous.
“I don't think she understood.”
"Is this correct?"
Hugo replied in a calm tone, but he was sure she understood.
Cyril was holding her dress tightly, showing no reaction to his words.
“I just hope you're only taking care of your wounds now.”
But he was afraid he would be acting too frank if he spoke again.
When he remembered Angelica, who was avoiding admitting what he had done, Hugo felt a pang in his heart.
Meanwhile, Cyril sighed boredly.
“Why all this evasiveness?”
"Just go ahead and say it frankly. Angelica would have liked it."
" What?"
“Yes, she cares about you very much.”
Although Cyril had not met her much recently, she noticed that every time she met Angelica, she always said:
“Cute Hugo, just take care of yourself, I will take care of everything.”
Isabelle Cotton seemed to be nodding violently as she looked at me.
As for Angelica's words towards Hugo, they were so heavy that they made even Cyril, who often did not care about what was happening around her, find them difficult.
“It would only be Angelica who would use those strange nicknames with you.”
'Lovely Hugo.'
For some time now, this description has been popping up in her mind whenever she sees Hugo.
Cyril was physically shaking at the words that seemed to send her into a state of hallucination.
"maybe."
Hugo brushed past Cyril's reaction as if it were just a minor detail.
But Cyril's nicknames for Hugo do not go beyond "Hugo," and perhaps this nickname was just a habit that she could not get rid of.
Then remember what happened recently...
Mr. Bernstein.
Except for Cyril and Cain, everyone called me that.
However, she felt like Angelica's utterance was uncomfortable, as if she was wearing a dress that didn't fit her.
'I think I should get used to it now.'
Maybe next time you will call him “Your Honor,” or maybe you will call him by his name, but he will not expect you to dare to call him “Dear.”
“I assure you.”
"Yes."
Cyril's words never escaped his hearing. He is not so stupid as to believe words that reassure his resolve.
Of course, Cyril was thinking to herself, “Oh, what an idiot!” But she quickly changed the topic, as it seemed that the conversation in this direction would not end soon.
However, it was all about Angelica Ratlay anyway.
Shortly before this session, Cyril mentioned what she had heard from Cain, her lover.
“Hugo, did you bring anything else with you from Angelica, other than her clothes?”
“I took some letters from the office while trying to cover their tracks.”
“Did you read what was written in those letters?”
Why are you asking about that suddenly? Hugo frowned and opened his mouth.
“No, but I read the initials engraved on it.”
“Was it the letter H?”
Hugo frowned more.
“How did you know?”
Cyril had hit the mark when she talked about letters.
She was also surprised to find that what she said was true, and frowned slightly.
“This morning, Angelica asked to sit with Cain alone. She said she wanted to know more about the Eye of the Sage...”
Angelica had not yet adjusted to her life here, and Hugo was planning to explain things to her gradually after the marriage.
But suddenly, Angelica asked to read all the books related to the Eye of the Sage, then asked for someone's name.
“Hyperion.”
The name was familiar. Hugo slowly closed his eyes as Cyril continued.
“Hyperion Zervi. He is now the Second Prince of the Empire, and the one who is beginning to achieve increasing influence in the Zervi Empire.”
“Aha.”
The name was well known to him.
He was among the geniuses in the empire that gathered the best magicians.
"I didn't know his last name, but I hardly knew his name. She didn't seem to know his face very well either. But it is said that she had been exchanging letters with him for a long time."
Wasn't this strange? Why would a princess from a small country care this way? Cyril asked anxiously.
But at that moment, Hugo had no answer.
He only knew the name, while he knew nothing about his face or identity...
Then, there were no more messages, and she couldn't see him anymore.
"Yes."
It was clear now.
Hyperion Xervi, is the same person.
Hyperion Gervais was Angelica Ratlay's first love.
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