Two Letters IV

The night passed in silence. In the end, Brando and Freya sat facing each other without a word for the entire night. The former was burdened with worries, while the latter wanted to speak but did not know where to begin. Freya could not clearly explain what kind of feelings she had for the man before her. Perhaps she admired him somewhat, but it probably could not be called a girl's infatuation. In any case, she was not entirely sure herself. Since she knew that Brando and Roman's relationship had already been settled, her thin skin naturally made her too embarrassed to interfere. However, when she keenly sensed the ambiguous relationship between Brando and Antitina, she could not help feeling a little annoyed.

All night, she sat on the wooden high-backed chair, silently turning page after page of the thin booklet in her hands. The book was not very thick, and she soon reached the last page absentmindedly. She subconsciously raised her head and saw Brando looking at her with bright eyes. She froze slightly, then hurriedly lowered her head again and thought through gritted teeth, This hateful playboy. She then fumbled to open the booklet again, her mind racing: H-He can't keep staring at me like that! How rude!

Poor Brando was actually concentrating on Viscount Test's words and his mother's letter. Rather than looking at Freya, his gaze had unconsciously drifted toward the wall behind her. He had no idea that, in the heart of the future Valkyrie, his image had already become essentially equivalent to that of a noble scoundrel.

The silence between them continued throughout the long night, but it could not delay the arrival of the following morning.

When the first ray of dawn rose over the roof of the tall building opposite this dilapidated