The Harvest Mouse Exits the Fairytale Together with Cinderella - Chapter 13
Elodie let out a fierce, ragged breath.
She was holding back her urge to shout, ‘What are you to me? You are my everything!’
How could it not be?
Sera was the only one who treated her, who had lived her whole life as a mouse, with dignity.
It was also thanks to Sera that she had the chance to turn back time and become human again.
A lifesaver?
No, Sera was the savior of her soul.
“Pwease go wif me? Owkay?”
“…Elodie. I’m a Bluewood. At least until I become an adult, I have to stay here.”
Sera replied, struggling to maintain her composure and hide her bewilderment.
She didn’t want to hurt Elodie, but hoped that a firm rejection might make her give up.
“They are still my blood-related family. Someday, yes, someday they will accept me. They will welcome me.”
Elodie, far from being persuaded by Sera’s mournful muttering… She was furious.
What? She’s going to suffer abuse in this utterly worthless household until she’s an adult?
And then fall head over heels for some flashy but hollow prince and marry him?
Because of that rotten man, she will be neglected in the palace, crying herself to sleep for ten years before being thrown out?
“Absowutwy nwot! Ovoo my dead bowy!” (Absolutely not! Over my dead body!)
“…Huh?”
“It aweady bad now, why d’yew fink is not gonna be bad tomowwow! Sewa, Sewa should weave now! Jus weave and be happy untiw youw vewy wast bweath! Weceive wub!” (It’s already bad now, why do you think it’s not gonna be bad tomorrow! Sera, Sera should leave now! Just leave and be happy until your very last breath! Receive love!)
“E, Elodie.”
“Who gonna hate yew?! Who the heck! Tew me!” (Who’s going to hate you?! Who the heck! Tell me!)
Elodie squeaked fiercely.
If anyone who disliked Sera appeared, she seemed ready to fillet them like a fish.
Sera, momentarily startled by Elodie’s bristling anger, turned to the young Lord Valkyriesen in disbelief, as if asking, ‘Is this really okay?’
“Hm…”
The boy, who had been deep in thought for a moment, spoke, seemingly having made up his mind already.
“Serafina Bluewood.”
“Yes?”
“If that is truly your name, leaving the family wouldn’t be a problem.”
“…Why is that?”
“Because if I’ve never heard of it, it means your name isn’t even on the Bluewood family registry.”
Elodie had believed she would be recognized someday. But not being on the family registry meant she was never considered part of the family.
And never would be.
It was as if they had firmly decided against it from the beginning.
‘I didn’t even know…’
Sera’s face grew increasingly dark. Elodie, not knowing what to say to comfort her, was restless.
“That’s wrong. Clearly wrong.”
Edmund added firmly.
“So, if you wish, I’ll help you.”
He said it as naturally as breathing, as if he had much experience in helping others. It felt like whenever he saw injustice, he would naturally step in to correct it.
His sincerity was evident in his straightforward speech and earnest gaze.
‘After all, he’s the person who would even offer sunflower seeds to a mouse when he’s an adult.’
Perhaps it was the Valkyriesen family’s tradition, once a symbol of peace, and his own belief.
Elodie snorted.
‘I know he’s a good person.’
Almost to the point of his kindness being truly rare.
But he could never be a candidate for Sera’s husband.
Because he would have to pass a hundred tests set by Elodie!
‘And because he’s a Valkyriesen.’
No hard feelings, but some things just can’t be.
‘Sorry, but I’ll repay the favor I owe today in some way, so give up on Sera.’
Elodie sent a sympathetic look to the boy, who had no such intentions in the first place.
Meanwhile, Edmund glanced at the butler and knights who were glued to the floor and said,
“Excuse us for a moment, please step outside. I will call you in once we are ready.”
“Ready for what?”
“Just a minute will be enough.”
What can be done in a minute… Nodding, Sera, still holding Elodie, left the warehouse with a dazed expression.
Edmund closed the door of the warehouse with a gentle expression, as if to reassure them.
And a moment later,
“Shall we go then?”
The boy left the warehouse without a hint of disarray and skillfully closed the door to prevent them from seeing inside.
A strange silence enveloped the warehouse.
……What exactly was he planning to do?
