It was already two o'clock in the morning on Tuesday when Shade returned home from his basement, soaked all over.
Ignoring the water dripping from his body to the floor, he hurriedly stepped up the stairs and passed through the dim stairwell to the second floor. He pushed open the door almost as if he fell forward, staggered to the kitchen, and grabbed the special
I put the biscuit box on top of the cupboard to prevent it from being stolen by cats. I put the biscuits that were a little doughy due to moisture into my mouth, and I felt a lot better.
He had indeed filled his stomach by drinking water just now, but his desire to eat something has not subsided. Of course, this may also be the sequelae of excessive use of "gluttony". In short, Shade is very hungry now.
Corresponding to hunger, the feeling of tiredness that comes up unconsciously after returning home is gradually replacing hunger and becoming the strongest emotion.
But no matter what he was going to do next, Shade took a bath and changed his clothes first. Although this strange era was a bit backward compared to his hometown, the development of the steam industry and the widespread availability of steam pipes and gas lamps made the bath warmer.
Taking a water bath has become a very simple thing.
After taking a shower, I wanted to sit on the sofa before deciding whether to go out to eat or go to Quill Street to see if the lights were still on in Miss Louisa's apartment. But after Shade sat down with his back on the sofa, he felt comfortable
The feeling made him close his eyes subconsciously.
So I said in my heart:
"I just close my eyes and take a rest, maybe a few dozen seconds, and then get up right away."
So, with the woman's sweet laughter in his mind, he fell into a deep sleep.
Probably because he was too tired, he didn't have any dreams that night. What woke Shade up in the morning a few hours later was not the warm summer morning light shining in from the living room window, but the sound coming from downstairs.
There was a knock on the door.
Someone knocked on his door.
Shade, who was drowsily asleep, opened his eyes. Because he fell asleep while sitting up, his whole body felt very uncomfortable after getting up. But corresponding to the slight fatigue of his body, he felt relaxed and comfortable mentally.
It was the 30th day of the Thunder Moon, and at eight o'clock on Tuesday morning, he slept on the sofa for about six hours.
"Today is the Feast of Holy Prayer. I'm going to church in the afternoon."
After standing up, he gradually woke up and yawned at the window. Shade reminded himself of today's schedule in his heart.
I sniffed and walked downstairs in my slippers. As I passed the somewhat dim stairwell, I recalled my big adventure last night and felt lucky to have escaped.
He guessed that someone knocking on the door so early was a new client or friend. After opening the door, a small black figure immediately jumped up. Shade's eyes widened immediately and he became completely energetic:
"Mia!"
"Meow~"
The small orange cat jumped from the arms of the dissatisfied blonde girl to Shade. Shade caught it in a hurry. The cat jumped very quickly onto Shade's shoulder and kept touching it with its furry little face.
Rubbing Shade's face.
Shade also reached out and scratched its chin, causing the orange cat to raise its head and purr from its throat.
After teasing the cat for a while, I had time to look at the lady standing outside the door. Miss Louisa's face was very dissatisfied, and she seemed to be angry when she spoke:
"Xia De, why don't you invite me in first? When did you come back?"
Shade originally thought that the blonde writer was blaming him for not looking for her immediately after returning, but then he realized that her anger did not seem to be directed at him.
"I said goodbye to Princess Lesia yesterday, and it was two o'clock in the morning when I got home."
He said this, and Miss Louisa immediately stopped talking and looked at him hesitantly:
"You really know who she is... Go up and talk... I brought you breakfast. You didn't pick up your cat last night, so I guessed you got home very late.
Maybe I haven’t eaten yet this morning.”
She shook the stacked silver-gray metal lunch boxes in her hand, and Shade resisted the urge to swallow:
"Miss Louisa, you are such a good person."
The blonde girl smiled and motioned for him to lead the way.
After carrying the goat's milk, milk and this morning's newspaper upstairs, Miss Louisa opened the three metal lunch boxes at the dining table. The steaming food immediately attracted the attention of Shade and Mia.
But the orange cat had already eaten in the female writer's apartment in the morning, so when Shade had breakfast, it got nothing. It could only lie unwillingly on the dining table next to Shade's right hand. Occasionally, it tried to reach out.
The little paws scratched Shade's arm, and when Shade looked at it, he would look at Shade with his big eyes.
But for the sake of the cat's health, including the bottle of goat's milk, Shade didn't give it anything. Mia would make meowing sounds from time to time, but she was very well-behaved and never stretched out her paws.
Go and steal food from the lunch box.
In the end, even Miss Louisa couldn't bear it. She got up and found a bag of cat food in the kitchen, and gave little Mia a few pieces. She ate the cat food happily, but when Louisa smiled,
When Miss Sha wanted to hug it, Mia swung her tail and lay back next to Shade's hand.
"Your cat has no conscience."
The blonde female writer sat across from Shade and watched him eat.
"Strictly speaking, this is not my cat... You are really good at your craft."
Shade raised his head and praised, Dorothy Louisa covered her mouth with an unstoppable smile on her face:
"So, how much do you know about Luvia and I?"
“Not much is really known, most of them are just guesses.”
He said:
"Let's talk about these things after dinner. Oh, do you know what I did yesterday?"
"Luvia and I didn't communicate much last night. She only said some things that she must tell you."
Shade nodded. It seemed that the princess and Miss Writer were not as able to exchange unconditionally anytime, anywhere as he imagined.
"Meow~"
Mia was still eyeing Shade's breakfast. Seeing that Shade didn't notice it, Mia stretched out her paw to peck him again.
After Shade finished eating, the two of them sat on the sofa and talked about business. Miss Louisa didn't say anything more and directly handed him a diary:
"I originally promised you that we would tell you our secret when Lesia comes back, but due to the curse of [Mermaid Song], she cannot leave Coldwater Port for the time being, so we planned a Coldwater Port holiday for you."
"very nice."
Shade lowered his head and looked through the diary. The diary was not complete. After the writer split the pages, only those pages that could be shown to Shade were left.
Turning to the first page, it was a date half a year ago. It was the same as what Priest Augustus once said: "Since half a year ago, Louisa would become a little weird every few days. It's still normal now. How many days ago?"
Months ago, we even suspected that she was possessed by another soul.” The date is very close (Chapter 43).
The priest's casual words at that time, in the eyes of Shade now, were infinitely close to telling the truth.
The relationship between Dorothy Louisa and Luvia Cavendish, the writer lady of Tobesk and the princess of Delrayon, is actually the exchange of souls.
"This is the record we left when things first started. I think you will understand what happened after reading it. Lecia said that she showed you part of the diary. In fact, it is nothing.
It’s just a matter of waking up and exchanging souls, the princess becomes a writer, and the writer becomes a princess.”
Miss Louisa blushed a little:
"The princess who longed for freedom experienced the life of a commoner; and the commoner girl who longed for the life of a princess in her teenage years had the opportunity to experience a day as a princess. When we woke up the next day, we all returned to our own bodies, thinking that yesterday was an illusory dream.
.It wasn’t until I discovered what the other party had done with his body that I realized it in anger and fear..."
Seeing Xia De smile, her face turned even redder:
"Don't make fun of us, after all, no one knew what was going on at the time."
In fact, Xia De laughed just because he was very happy that his guess was correct, and he also liked such dramatic stories.
Nodding to express understanding, Shade and the illiterate cat standing on the armrest of the sofa stretched their heads to read the contents of the diary.
Under the date "23rd of the Sleeping Month (December) 1853", there is only one sentence written, and this sentence actually occupies three lines in the online grid, which is a huge waste of paper:
【Who are you?】
Familiar content, but this is not Miss Louisa's handwriting. The writing habits of letters are completely different from those of female writers. The way of writing in cursive letters is very similar to Miss Carina. Nobles are accustomed to using this method of writing.
But on the next 24th, the handwriting on the page returned to Miss Louisa's writing style:
【Who are you?】
Shade looked up at Miss Louisa, smiled and teased:
"You really like to use diaries to communicate."
"There is no other way. A private diary is the safest method. Shade, don't you keep a diary?"
The blonde girl asked, and Shade smiled and did not answer.
He did inherit the diary from Detective Sparrow Hamilton, but he would only leave the same records as the previous detective in the diary every day, such as "Nothing happened, the deposit decreased" and "The client came to the door, he is really
stingy”.
If someone opens Shade's diary, they will definitely think that this is a detective who lives a very peaceful life.
Foreigners do not write their lives on paper.
"It turned out that Princess Lesia really showed it to me on purpose. Now that I think about it, she actually deliberately exposed more details all day yesterday to make me guess."
Shade murmured in a low voice, lowered his head and continued to read the diary. Miss Louisa also patiently explained:
"She and I both have the habit of writing diaries. Although we don't record important content, just trivial matters in daily life, once we find the diary and look through it, we can probably understand who the other person is. So the first few times
, after the memory became confused and blurred, we quickly figured out what happened to us, and it was a bit funny to say that she actually..."
Her eyes wandered, as if thinking of past memories, and then her face turned red. She must have thought of some of the embarrassment caused by the soul exchange. Fortunately, Shade, who was concentrating on reading the diary, did not observe the blonde girl.