บททั้งหมดของ The Missing Daughter of House Lundren Returns as a Regressor: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The winds carrying the scent of foliage bit the skin with the early signs of freezing winter. Warm colors blanketed the garden grounds, and the trees, which once boasted of such sights, stood bare and still.A fragrance—one of roses in full bloom—was an oddity in this scene. It coated her tongue, soothed her throat, and warmed her slightly bulging belly.Sylvia, seated alone in the gazebo, observed the changing landscape around her. Much like the seasons that come and go as the course of nature dictates, she too had changed in its passage.Earlier that year, in the middle of spring, Sylvia took delight in the birth of new buds and the sounds of insects. Now, as the nights stretched, she worried about the unseen deaths being reported in the borders as nothing more than statistics and returned as corpses.The Rezine Empire had waged war against the Alteria Kingdom in retaliation by fall, and there was still no news of her best friend, Lord Marcus, who the ducal house had sent as its repr

As the sun descended, the entire ducal estate of House Winston was abuzz with the news that the young lord had returned safe and sound along with a wounded guest. She was without a doubt a commoner, but none of the staff could openly voice their thoughts regarding the young lord’s uncanny behavior.The commander of the house’s Knight Order and the young lord’s nanny had both gone to bring the young lord home upon word of his location. However, no one would’ve expected the young lord to be accompanied by another child.Now, the same ducal estate’s staff had retired to bed, and the scheduled knights kept a watchful eye on their posts. In the East Wing of the mansion, which was reserved to host guests and events, retained the same quiet atmosphere.The young lord had placed orders to be left alone with his guest save for a sparse number of knights to remain to guard a certain room. Only the young lord’s nanny and the family’s exclusive doctor had come by to check on his and the guest’s c

The two maids accompanied Sylvia to the gazebo in the gardens, where a table had been prepared and the young master was waiting.‘Out of all places …’Like a cruel reality out of a dream, the specific spot happened to be the garden where Sylvia used to spend time alone to clear her thoughts—the Duchess’s Garden—located near the annex where the duke had built a greenhouse with an interior preserved with a magical artifact.In fact, a quick turn of her head revealed the sloping top of a giant dome roof where the building stood. A vast garden marvelously curated and dutifully maintained for the duchess, and a special greenhouse for the mistress who had long since disappeared and left her son behind.Sylvia’s lungs were being abused by a cloud of mingling scents. The smell of herbs that the maids applied on her bruises mixed with the floral perfume they sprayed on her was an awful combination, which she judged was the reason why Nina had her head turned to the side.Not to mention her tor

The colors had begun to change as the wind shook branches and caused leaves to break away and fall, carpeting the ground. However, the constant maintenance by the gardening staff kept the pathways clear of foliage.“Winter is almost upon us. Nights are long this time of year; you should use them to rest a little more each day, my lady.”“All I do is rest all day, young master,” she replied, her thoughts drifting to the children she’d left behind.They should be stockpiling food and blankets around this time.‘Did they ever get that roof fixed?’If the old man was still in prison, Sir Danus would likely check on the children himself. Shote would also step in and feed them leftovers whenever possible.A heavy feeling settled on her chest. Come next spring, some of those faces might no longer exist. Such was the fate of those who lived in the slums.Sylvia chose to push that thought aside since she was with the young lord.“I’m jealous, my lady,” the young master whined. “I’d like to res

The pot of tea ran empty. Sylvia drank them all in silence as she gazed at the elven tree, contemplating on what the young master had shared with her.The founder being an Elementalist was new information she hadn’t encountered in her previous life. Even the Duke then paid little attention to such an implication when none from his generation had ever seen a spirit. Neither had Sylvia.‘Whether it be the Duke or Lord Marcus, neither one must’ve been pleasing to the spirits if they indeed resided in the tree. If even one spirit lived there for generations of the family, wouldn’t it be bored at some point and consider making a pact with a human?’This stray thought finally broke her frozen visage. Her lip twitched slightly, visible only to someone possessing keen senses.Pondering on the matter wouldn’t bear anything useful. Nobody in the empire had seen a spirit, not even a shadow of it.And for good reason—based on her readings from her previous life, spirits were creatures who respond