"Did she knew about my feelings?"
Andrew said on his way, wondering to himself.
"The more it gets clear the more this castle gets complicated"
He is walking while keeping a eye on his wounded hand.
"Young Master Andrew!"
Andrew lifted his head up to see the person who called him and he found Lord Santiago coming his way.
"Lord Santiago" Andrew called out for him.
Santiago rushed to his way.
"Are you okay? I heard you came face to face with the great beast"
He looked worried for Andrew.
"Great beast? you must be talking about those wolfs"
"Yes"
Santiago gave a worried nod to him and his eyes searched for answers.
"Luck was with me, I did not get injured just my hand faced the consequences and everything is alright"
"Oh my, let me see your hand"
Andrew brought out his hand to him.
"Just a–"
The wound was not there anymore, the hand looked normal was if it was never had a wound on it, not a single trace of it.
"Where is the wound?? I must have given the wrong hand, my bad"
Andrew thought that he had shown the wrong hand to Santiago and brought up his other hand, so Santiago can have a look on it.
"Haha, ha– where is the wound??"
The other hand was also the clean and clear one, nothing, just the hand lines and perfect skin, same as the previous hand, there was no traces of wound.
Andrew clearly remember that the wound was deep and big, a wound like that will not get vanished into the thin air, just like this.
'No one can get the hand wrong when the person had a big wound like that, and even there wasn't one to begin with then how can a person imagine such a hd and detailed dream!! And if this all was just a bad dream, then can a person remembers every minor to minor details!!! This is impossible!!!!'
Andrew screamed within his mind.
"My grace, are you sure that there was one?"
Santiago heard about the incident from the maids and servants who work in the castle, while they were gossiping within themselves that Andrew encountered with the great beast, the walker of night.
But no one knew about the wound that Andrew got when he was face to face.
Andrew tried his best to make Santiago believe that what he is saying is the truth.
"Yes, there was, a big one, it went from this side to other"
With the finger, he traced the place of wound.
"Ah, yes, my grace, I believe you"
'Is he on drugs or something, there is no wound, at least there need to be a scar, if it was way deep and big'
Santiago did not believed him, he just went with the flow.
"See, lord Santiago, the wound was real, it was here, I remember clearly"
"Last time, I went to the kitchen in search of food and the beast came at me, one almost bit, and so I had the wound and this morning, lady Isabelle–"
'Lady Isabelle!!!'
She must have done something with my wound that it healed.
"The lady?''
Santiago got confused over Andrew's sentence, that why there is mention of Lady Isabelle in young master Andrew's daydream.
"Oh, yeah the lady"
Santiago did not understand, but still went with the flow as if he did.
"Ah, yes, I see"
Santiago gave a fake laugh to Andrew and tried changing the topic.
"You shouldn't skip classes like this, your grace"
"I wasn't skipping classes it's just the situation that made me do so"
Andrew looked really puzzled and dazed in his own world.
"Let's us continue with the etiquette classes, if you are done with your previous situation"
Santiago gave a fake smile and blinked his eyes twice in disbelief.
In the room, Andrew is learning etiquette.
"No, young master, you need to hold the fork in the right way, your neck need to be straight while eating"
"Ah,.....yes"
"Yes, young master, now you are doing great, if you continue like this, no one can differ you from a noble, you are beautiful, well a beautiful and genius teacher like me can teach so well. The childrens can do anything, if they study from me, you know master Andrew, I had a great teacher........"
In the rhythm of his own, words Santiago walked confidentiality and while walking he turned around, but still talking with using hand gestures.
Andrew's desk being closer to the window, feeling bored, he yawned and in a lazy movements, he leaned a little towards the window and peeked outside the window from the side of his eye.
'How can the lady have the power to heal wounds or it was really my imagination, more the mysterious open ups, the more it gets complicated, like loose string put together in a box'
He sighed a long breath.
His caught a moving carriage, which was entering the Castle.
'A carriage? welcome to the world of mystery'
he chuckled on his own thoughts and giggled, but then again he sighed.
He put aside the plate, which had a piece of cake on it and took out a note copy. Balancing his head on his hand, he scribbled with the help of the antique pen on his copy.
And he wrote the words he thought, line by line on the copy.
'The green light, that old lady, the east Chambers, the healing, ......Lady Isabelle'
On her name, he circled it as being the main root of everything, while he was circling the ink pen around the name, the tip of his pen broke on the half way of completing the circle.
He chained the name with the others as a connection.
He wondered lazily, he sighed again, and peeked outside the window from the side of his eye.
The carriage was still there, he lazily kept his focus on the moving carriage.
But when he saw Isabelle approach the carriage, welcoming the man who had stepped down from the carriage, caught his interest.
He wondered, 'who that person might be?'