Inna placed back all the stuff she took out and went out of the room with all smiles.
It took her quite some time to toss them all inside so she quickened her pace in the corridors to make up for the lost time. When she arrived at the front door, she saw her Master trying to avoid her eyes. She stared at him with a smug grin and if only he would look at her, he would see the hidden fondness she had for the old man. After a few seconds of her staring a hole at him, he casted a quick glance at her then spoke while looking at the carriage.
"Remember my conditions. And… be careful."
He coughed and signaled some servant men to open the door of the carriage.
She was not shocked that the carriage was a simple one. After all, she needed to be low-key. It looked so simple that it's like a simple brown box small wooden carvings. The wooden wheels were also of the same color and the brown horses attached towards it looked ordinary as well. It wasn't flashy with its designs nor does it look really extravagant. But nevertheless, it still had this sort of simple elegance.
She boarded the carriage carefully. But before she went in the open doors, she looked back and did a small bow filled with her gratitude. And in her most serious voice that held all the gratitude she can give out, she spoke.
"Thanks for everything, Master."
After a few seconds, she felt awkward with the sudden seriousness so she quickly went in and closed the carriage doors.
Then, after shaking off the feeling, she discreetly looked through the window, wanting to see her Master's reaction. But she found his back turned and was facing her so she wasn't able to see anything.
A few moments of disappointment, she heard a loud cough before she heard his voice.
"Ehem, you're making it seem like we're never going to meet again. You're still in the same campus." He 'humph'-ed and lightly stomped his way inside the mansion.
Inna mulled over his words as the carriage started to move away from the front porch.
Yea, it's not like we'll never meet.
Inna straightened up and peered at the window fully. She saw the whole mansion with its Victorian beauty and suddenly felt a bit sad.
But she'll surely miss the days she spent in that mansion. And she'll surely miss annoying that old man.
Slowly, the carriage sped up and minutes later, the mansion disappeared from Inna's view.
Meanwhile, back at the mansion, Solomon tried hard to avoid the gaze of an obnoxious old lady.
The elderly maid smirked heavily at his obvious behavior.
"You're making it seem like you'll never going to meet her again. She's still in the same campus."
The elderly maid repeated his words which greatly irritated Solomon.
Solomon tried hard not to blink, his eyes were starting to water and he knew that if he blinked, they're going to drop. That's why he didn't want to face Inna at that time.
God only knows how she would hold it against him when she saw it!
So, instead of facing her and letting this old lady see as well, he simply walked away faster.
But the elderly maid wanted to tease him more so she followed him.
"And I'm sure I didn't see it wrong. You actually gave her a Veteran-level spacial pouch. That would normally take you 12 days to make. And a lot longer now since you've thousands of papers to sign, Mr. Headmaster."
"Well, unless…"
The elderly maid widened her smirk.
"… you sacrificed sleep for a week just to finish in time?"
She gestured at his tired looking eyes and pale face.
"Wha-what are you talking about?! Nonsense! I just finished the paperwork early and because I had time, I researched the things about her soul! Especially the weird symbols!"
Solomon quickened his pace.
"And it just so happened I saw an extra pouch lying around!"
"What extra pouch? I remember clearly, 15 years ago, that you only made 3 pouches. And they were all white! Don't be fooling me now just because I'm old, Solman!"
"Granny Zai! Don't call me that! I'm not a child anymore!" When he heard his old nickname, Solomon looked back at the elderly maid in irritation. But he regretted it because the movement made the 'water' in his eyes to start dripping down.
The elderly maid widened her eyes in shock.
"Oh my…" She hastily grabbed her handkerchief and offered it to him.
"Ever since you were a child, the times you've cried can be counted by my fingers. And to think, all this for a little brat who brought you nothing but trouble."
She laughed lightly, the wrinkles near her eyes creasing which made it more visible. Solomon grabbed the handkerchief and roughly wiped his eyes.
"I'm not crying. Who said I'm crying? And even if I'm crying, who said it's for that brat?"
"I'm just so happy that she's finally gone that it just came out! Its tears of joy! So it doesn't count as crying! My peaceful life was thrown into disarray ever since she came here! 2 months of no rest! She killed the whole garden, and she destroyed a room in this mansion in a span of 2 months! Imagine that! With her gone, I can finally work in peace!"
The elderly maid raised her eyebrow but she kept her knowing smile.
That smug smile irritated Solomon to no end.
"I've taken care of you ever since you were a child, my dear. And I know when you're lying."
"Truthfully, I'm going to miss her as well. She brought fun days in this mansion, just like your son. It's too bad he left, because they'd surely be a perfect match."
She laughed lightly before walking away.
Solomon watched her aged back as he snorted and protested weakly.
"I said I wasn't crying."