The Story of Gothic Lady Who Met a Grave Keeper in Another World - Chapter 2

?? was it really right to pick her up?

Thorden was in agony as he felt the little lady’s body heat in his arms.
She didn’t scream or freak out, so she probably didn’t mind.
When she started to take off her shoes, I thought he was crazy, but he was truly relieved that he had prevented the lady’s soft feet from getting dirty with dirt.

?? but it was better than being touched by an unclean being like me…….

Or perhaps it would have been better to be covered in dirt.
No, but with such soft feet, a pebble or a twig could have injured them. And from there, she could have contracted a bad disease.
Thorden looked down at the woman in his arms, sneaking a glance at her through her long bangs.
She wears a tight-fitting bodice that covers her neck, a skirt of an unusual shape that goes down to her ankles, silk gloves decorated with lace, and high-heeled shoes of unbelievable craftsmanship.
What about the little hat that adorned her tied-up black hair and the multicoloured sparkles sewn into it?
From head to toe, she was perfectly dressed as a noblewoman.
She wore makeup, but she must have been 15 years old or so. Perhaps she was a commoner at heart, because her manner was not pompous, in spite of her attire.
If you look closely, you can see that she has a face that is quite rare in this area.
She might have been brought from a foreign country for a political marriage.

The woman has been muttering words that Thorden could not understand and looking at him as if she was trying to look at him.
The smile on her face may indicate that she thinks she will be buried alive if she displeases me.
She must have gotten separated from the interpreter’s retinue – there are wild dogs in this area. Maybe she was attacked and ran away. Either way, she must have been anxious.

That’s why she turned to someone like Thorden.
Even when she met the filthy grave keeper, she stayed here without screaming.

When I bumped into her at the encounter and held the arm of a girl who was about to fall, I thought she would scream.
Or she would have hit me with the parasol in her hand.
But the girl didn’t do that.
I offered my obedience to the girl, who just stood there, bewildered, wanting to show her that I meant no harm, but she jumped away, frightened even at that.

I knew she did not want to be touched.

I thought so and moved away from her, and she started to walk with a painful limp.
The sun was about to set.
When night falls, there will be wild dogs. More dangerous things would appear.
A girl with an injured leg would never make it back to Thorden’s roost before nightfall.

?? I hope she thinks it’s an unavoidable casualty.

With a shrug and a tug on his cravat, Thorden turned his attention to the woman.
” Eri Himeno.”
” ……?”
I still don’t understand what she is saying.
Tilting her head, the girl tapped her own chest,
” Eri Jimeno.”
She repeated, “Eri, Himeno. “

“….. name?”
“Na mae?”
Thorden panicked and tried to point to himself, then panicked some more when he realized he couldn’t do it with the lady in his arms.
He then tapped his finger on Thorden’s chest.
“…… Thorden.”
“Toden San?”
“San? No, it’s just Thorden. Thorden.”
“Mr. Thorden?”

Why do you want to add an extra word?
Is it an aristocratic honorific used in Eri Jimeno’s home country?
When Thorden made a troubled expression, Eri Jimeno looked flabbergasted.
she begins to mumble, “Deutsche Gode ……, Mr. ……?”
Then she let out a breath as if he had given up on something,
“……Thorden.”
And then she called me by my name.

Relieved that they were somehow able to communicate, Thorden simultaneously realized a shocking fact.
The noblewoman had identified herself to the grave keeper, a foul thing – and before Thorden could even say her name.
He pales at the outrageous rudeness, but perhaps Eri Himeno knows nothing of the customs of this country.

” I swear I will send a messenger to town tomorrow to find your protector.”
Even though he knew he would not get through, Thorden spoke to Eri Himeno.
An exotic girl with dark hair, dark eyes, and dressed in black – with such an unusual appearance, it would not take much to find her original guardian.
” Ah.”
Eri Himeno shouted.
Across the dusk-red landscape, she could see the cemetery where Thorden lived.
” …… Grave”
That’s my house.
Thorden casts his gaze toward the stone house that sits gravely on the edge of the cemetery.
It would be awkward to bring a noblewoman up to the grave keeper’s house, but fortunately, not a single corpse has arrived today.
It would be no problem to let her stay in the guest room on the upper floor.