Chapter 137

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Of course, she remembers.

Bessie recalled a pretty clear memory.

But what does that mean now?

As soon as she was about to ask, the next word continued.

"This is what the old fortune-teller said on my turn. She said I'm good at deceiving myself to the very last, I won't even know that I'm fooling myself."

Yes, the old woman did say that.

Bessie tried to nod her head inadvertently but stopped.

She didn't know what that meant back then.

As soon as Bessie looked at Davery with her 'no way' expression, he said.

"As the fortune-teller says. I think I'm quite talented in deceiving myself. Although I don't know that I'm being fooled, it's not hard to pretend that I'm not."

Davery stared somewhere in the mansion and saw Bessie.

"You know I'm an orphan, Bessie."

"......yes."

"There is no one here who is not family to me."

Davery smiled naturally.

"No matter who it is."

"......."

"I won't be able to reverse what I said today until I die. Would that be a reassuring answer for Bessie?"

"Sir Sack."

"Believe me, Bessie."

Bessie patted her lips as if to say something and eventually stopped.

Instead, a sigh came out of the gap.

".......okay."

"........"

"I'm quite fond of you, Sir Sack. A lot."

"I know."

Davery grinned indifferently.

Bessie shook her head at it and turned away.

"Practice hard."

Bessie then moved away quickly.

Just like she remembered the busy thing that she had put off for a while.

Davery walked away from the back.

Then, he stopped walking without much time.

"......Whoow."

A deep sigh came out.

Davery covered his face with his hands.

Anyone can see that he has a troubled expression on his face. maybe

"You idiot."

Davery mumbled to his palm.

In front of Bessie, he spoke confidently, but it wasn't as easy as it sounds.

Because it hasn't been long since he realized this.

After he cursed himself, Davery put down his hand covering his face.

The scenery of the mansion, which he sees every day, filled the view familiarly.

'.........Six years.'

Bessie is right.

Time flies frighteningly fast.

When did this happen?

"......."

Davery lowered his hand and slowly opened and closed his eyes.

It's been quite a while, but for such a thing, a clear memory touched his head.

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