Chapter 232

"C— could I do that too? Something like this...?"

Tending herbs, and healing people.

Viola's eyes shone with longing for a moment, before she suddenly flinched, as if she'd committed some terrible blasphemy, and clapped both hands over her own mouth.

Then she hunched her shoulders, her face full of fear.

"I— I'm sorry! Forget I said that. I don't know my place, how dare I..."

Could I do that too?

Cain couldn't help but understand exactly why she couldn't even bring herself to voice such a small, innocent question without blaming herself for it.

"Viola."

Cain called her name, careful.

Ever since meeting the young Viola of the past, Cain had kept a tight rein on his own words, the whole time.

He'd deliberately kept personal conversation to a minimum, careful not to say too much.

Afraid that even one carelessly spoken word might, in some small way, affect…