I Wish You Well In Your Next Love, My Love - Chapter 30
āDid he move somewhere else, I wonder.ā
Curiosity rose, but Alvar wasnāt reckless enough to dig into his superiorās private affairs.
Gerard Castion was the type who would laugh off his subordinatesā jokes and teasing one moment, yet at other times would beat someone half to death over a single trivial remark.
There was no telling where the line of tolerance ended and where the taboo began.
It had already been nearly three years since he began serving under him, yet Gerard was far more difficult and uncomfortable to deal with than any superior from other temples.
āThe Madam will likely visit again soon. How should we respond?ā
āTell her to sit in the garden and watch the flowers fall before she goes back.ā
The cigarette between his lips made his words slur slightly. His expression clearly showed irritation.
āIāll inform her that youāre away on duty.ā
Gerard waved his hand dismissively. It meant, handle it yourself. Alvar bowed and left the office.
The day he heard about the marriage proposal that had been delivered more like a notice.
Gerard felt a sick certainty that if he were to die, Marcella would even use his corpse to make money. The thought made his skin crawl.
Until now, Marcella had enjoyed great power and wealth by using Gerard as her stepping stone, but her ambition had no end.
While he had stayed at the grand ducal estate after losing his memories from the rampage, House Castionās family physician had set aside all other work and devoted himself entirely to Gerardās treatment. However, there had been no improvement in either purification or his memories.
There was no longer any reason for him to remain at the estate and maintain a relationship with his mother.
After finishing a cigarette, Gerardās fingers toyed with the cold cigarette case. The image of his biological mother, lodged in his mind like an impurity, scattered away with the smoke.
What remained was only the owner of the house where he was currently staying, the fourth-rank Purifier.
Leaving the grand ducal manor and heading to her home had been purely impulsive.
The capital was filled with Castion lands and residences, but even the mansions tucked away in remote corners had Marcellaās eyes and ears hidden within them.
That morning, perhaps because of the split at the corner of his lips he had seen in the mirror, Louize suddenly came to mind, and the run-down street of the slums followed naturally after.
It was a place where he could completely escape Marcellaās surveillance.
Even though he had only been there once, he hadnāt needed to trace the route in his memory.
No matter how good his sense of direction was, finding that path in a single attempt, through torrential rain and roads a carriage couldnāt even pass, shouldnāt have been easy.
Even to himself, it felt unnaturally natural.
And that wasnāt the only strange thing.
That āhouseā was far narrower and shabbier than any bedroom at the grand ducal manor, yet for some reason, it had been strangely comfortable to sleep there.
Not only that, he felt a faint sense of dissonance at the fact that he, who didnāt have any sleeping habits, had unconsciously climbed onto the bed and fallen asleep holding her.
His fingers traced the edge of the cigarette case before he finally took out another one and placed it between his lips.
āL-Lord Castion. Castionāā
The memory of the soft body trapped in his arms, and the small voice whimpering like a young puppy, refused to fade.
When he recalled the fragile voice that had called his name through tears, his body suddenly stiffened.
āAm I only responsive to deep contact purification.ā
He let out a disbelieving laugh.
He had received countless purifications until now, but not once had he ever attempted deep contact purification.
For a moment, he even wondered if his body might be a rare constitution that could only absorb that kind of purification.
It would have made more sense if Arvina, a first-rank and someone he had given his heart to, would succeed in stabilizing him, but the fact that his body responded to a mere fourth-rankās purification was still a mystery.
āDeep contact purification, huhā¦ā
It was worth testing.
