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156. Since everything has vanished.
“Well, well! If it isn't Miss Marguerite!”
“What an honour to have you visit!”
In every shop, Marguerite received the most splendid welcome imaginable.
Shop assistants eagerly presented the latest designs one after another, while Marguerite herself actively offered her opinions, this and that.
“This fabric is absolutely splendid! I must have a dress made from it!”
“Mademoiselle Marguerite has such discerning taste! We've just imported it from the neighbouring country—”
“Marvelous! It's bound to turn heads!!”
Watching Marguerite purchase item after item without hesitation, Ortansia felt dizzy.
‘Oh dear... will it all fit in the dressing room?’
Dresses, shoes, jewellery.
It wasn't just the items discussed in the carriage; she bought anything she fancied, no matter how slightly.
Ortansia, who had come along to carry the bags, soon had her hands full and had to make countless trips back and forth to the carriage.
‘Organising and storing everything we bought this time is our job too, isn't it…’
Pamela seemed increasingly likely to scream.
She couldn't help but sigh inwardly at Marguerite's utterly extravagant spending spree.
“Hey, show me your necklaces next!"
As Marguerite's eyes lit up with excitement, Ortansia wiped the sweat from her forehead.
‘Eh...?’
Beyond the glass window... At the edge of her vision, she thought she glimpsed a familiar small figure walking past on the pavement.
‘Tyrol?’
Seeing the spirit companion she'd lost track of for so long, Ortensia forgot her current predicament and dashed out of the boutique.
She raced desperately down the street, chasing after Tyrol's figure.
But what awaited Ortansia was…
“Meow.”
“Ah……”
The one looking back at her curiously wasn't the Tyrol she'd been searching for... but a stray cat of a very similar colouring.
‘It's not... Tyrol’
Even with this realization, Ortansia remained frozen in place for a while.
“Ortansia! What's wrong!?”
Wondering what had made Ortansia suddenly dash out of the shop, Marguerite immediately came running after her.
“Oh, what a lovely little cat. Do you know it, Ortansia?”
“No. It just reminded me of a friend's cat.”
‘I see. So it was a case of mistaking one cat for another, rather than mistaking one person for another.’
Chuckling softly as she said this, Marguerite tugged Ortansia's arm firmly.
‘Let's go back to the shop. There are two absolutely lovely necklaces, and I can't decide which one to choose. I'd love to hear your opinion too!’
Pulled along by the cheerful Marguerite, Ortansia glanced back once more.
...The cat from earlier was still watching them, but there was still no sign of Tyrol anywhere.
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“Goodness, that was quite a haul you bought there…”
Back at the duke's residence, it was time to put away the purchases with Pamela.
In the end, Marguerite had bought both necklaces she'd been hesitating over.
Carefully placing them into the jewellery box, Ortansia sighed inwardly.
‘Where could Tyrol be...?’
Perhaps because she'd seen the stray cat so much like Tyrol, the thought wouldn't leave her mind.
Until the very moment fate changed, Tyrol had been by Ortensia's side.
Yet since waking in this world, she had seen no sign of him.
‘In this world, I never became the Duke's adopted daughter…’
Which meant she hadn't received the key to the Spirit Realm from her father either.
The very event of Ortansia and Tyrol meeting had been erased.
Tyrol was surely still spending time with his companions in the Spirit Realm.
‘Tyrol, I want to see you…’
But even if the present Ortansia somehow managed to enter the Spirit Realm, to Tyrol, she wouldn't even be the daughter of the Verite Duke's household, she'd be nothing more than a stranger.
After all, the days they spent together, everything, had vanished.
“Hmph...!”
The moment that thought struck, an overwhelming sadness welled up from the depths of her heart, and Ortansia nearly burst into tears.
“Ortansia, is something wrong?”
Pamela called out, seemingly puzzled by Ortansia's sudden stillness.
Ortensia bit her lip hard... then instantly forced a smile and turned back to Pamela.
“No, I was just wondering how best to store this new necklace the lady bought.”
‘Ah, it's tricky, isn't it? I can't tell the difference between this one and that one at all~’
Holding up two very similar bracelets, Pamela smiled helplessly.
Ortensia chuckled softly at the sight, yet she couldn't ignore the dull ache deep within her heart.
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