Chapter 105

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Forgotten Juliet - Chapter 105

Early in the morning, Juliet was sitting in a dim room.

‘…Not surprising.’

Juliet stared blankly at a thin sheet of paper.

‘I didn’t think I’d see this contract again.’

It was the very contract that Juliet had returned to him a few months ago.

Except for an added paragraph, it was basically the same content.

The duration was six months.

In exchange for extending the contract by 6 months, Lennox promised to tell her what she wanted to know.

But Juliet wondered what he wanted from this contract.

Yet, the proposal seemed harmless and unsurprising.

In fact, Juliet didn’t have high hopes for what he promised.

Juliet now knew that ‘Snowdrop’ was the name of the key that calls the butterflies.

Even though she persistently searched the information guild, she couldn’t find more than that.

But what does it matter?

What bothered her more was the period Lennox mentioned.

‘Six months.’

Juliet quietly counted the remaining days.

When his promised period passed, Juliet would be in the late summer or early autumn of her twenty-fifth year.

Flutter.

As Juliet looked at the contract, a couple of familiar butterflies appeared from somewhere.

She silently watched a butterfly that fluttered around the mirror land on the paper. As if to disturb her reading, it settled on the paper and flapped its wings.

(Will you? Sign?)

Surprised, Juliet laughed softly.

“Have you decided to talk to me again?”

It was the first time the butterflies spoke to her since returning from the snow-covered forest.

(We. Smart.)

(Remember. Everything.)

(Humans, men. Bad.)

(Contractor. Cried. A lot.)

(Huh.)

The butterflies poured out words as if they were tired of their vow of silence. Juliet’s eyes narrowed.

“If we spend half a year as before, he promised to tell me your secret.”

(…)

“Lennox knew your name. But I didn’t. Does that make sense?”

Juliet said, almost teasingly.

“If you had told me from the start, I wouldn’t need such a contract.”

(….)

“You don’t want to talk to me again?”

After a while, the butterflies responded.

(Contractor. Didn’t. Ask.)

(Didn’t.)

It was unbelievable.

Even a five-year-old child lying would sound more convincing.

“Then why did you come back?”

(We. Never. Left!)

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