The Villainess Wants To Go Home novel Chapter 21

I took a different carriage because I had no mood to listen to Ariana in the way back to the mansion neither did, I want to hear her cry and complain.

Finally, I reached the doors of Diana's room. I swung it open and waltzed in but stopped when I saw Lilly and Stella in the corner of my eyes jolting up all of a sudden.

"My lady your back" Stella said with an awkward smile on her face so did Lilly. They looked really fishy staring at me like that.

Suddenly my eyes came upon a long wooden crate in the middle of the room, lying in between Lily and Stella.

Pointing to the crate I said "What is that doing in Dian- My room" I nearly blurted out my cover. '****'.

"Madam your dresses have arrived" Lilly answered. 'They arrived? So quickly. I gave them to the end of the week to complete and deliver them to me. Oh well the sooner the better'

"You may leave" I waved them away after all I have weapons in that crate that I can't let them to see.

They gave each other looks before bowing their heads and walking out the door.

Once I heard the door click closed, I hanged around where I stood listening to their fading footsteps. When I finally heard them disappear, I made my way to the crate. The crate where Lilly and Stella nearly snooped at, poking their noses where it shouldn't belong.

I trailed my fingers on the smooth texture of the wooden planks. It looked sturdy for a wooden crate and the symbol of a white Lily was painted on top of the lid.

My things have finally arrived, and it seems like tonight I will be departing. I lifted the lid up and the first thing I saw was my kimono folded perfectly then to have my weapon pouch on top of it.

I rummaged through looking for my other supplies. There I spotted two other wooden crates one was really long, and the other was a small one. I picked up the small crate that had horses with two swords overlapping each other painted on top of it.

'Could this be the symbol of the blacksmith?'

I rose up, swung my katana over my hand then to point at the mirror in front of me. I examined myself in the mirror as the thought of my old self standing exactly how I was on the first day of receiving my katana from my sensei.

'A warrior needs the sword for self-perfection There is no weapon more accomplished than the Katana. This is felt immediately. He who even once held a katana in his hands would see the difference at once, when taking a crusader's sword or a combat saber, both would seem crude and clumsy'.

His words are always engraved in my memory. 'Thank you, Hiroshi sensei, for everything you have taught me'.

I sheathed the katana and let my weak trembling hands fall to rest. I stared at myself in the mirror, those cold icy blue eyes staring at the pitiful soul dwelling inside a body that does not belong to it.

I clenched my fist and puffed my chest up.

'Tonight, is the night I will leave this horrible mansion. Tonight, is the night where I found my way home. Brother I'm coming'