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Chapter 469 Trust
Chapter 469 Trust
It was another long-awaited meeting. Loila sat nervously in the coffee shop, not only because of what she had to talk to Miss Shiloh about, but also because it had been so long since she had seen Miss Shiloh.
Will Miss Shiloh undergo any major changes?
Or perhaps he was very angry—because he rarely wrote to her?
Loila rarely writes letters to others on her own initiative, for many reasons—the main reason being that she's probably a little afraid; she's afraid of bothering others.
What if Miss Shiloh is busy with something very important? — It wouldn't be good to disturb her by writing a letter.
However, this time there was really no other way—because Roy really didn't know what he would do if Mr. Lupin found out the truth—and looking at Mr. Lupin—as he tried to clear his name—made Roy feel guilty.
This wasn't because she killed Karkaroff, but simply because she didn't want to deceive her friend.
And if Mr. Lupin encounters any danger during the investigation—
Just as Loila was nervously staring at the table and pursing her lips, a figure slowly sat down opposite her.
That was Miss Shiloh. She looked at Loila with a normal expression and then casually called out to a passing waiter.
"A cup of black coffee, please."
After saying that, Hilo didn't say anything more; she just looked at Loila thoughtfully.
Being stared at like that by Miss Shiloh—it felt even harder to speak—feeling a little awkward, Loila pursed her lips, hesitated for a long time, and then whispered, "Long time no see—Miss Shiloh."
"It has been a long time." Shiloh nodded, then took a sip of coffee and said, "About four months?"
"Um—I'm so sorry—" Loila sensed the dissatisfaction in her voice and quickly said, "I was afraid of delaying—delaying your work—"
"Then why aren't you afraid now?" Shiloh raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is it because what you're facing is more terrifying than me?"
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"It's really scary right now—oh no, no, no!" Loila shook her head and tried her best to say, "Miss Shiloh, you're definitely not a scary person!"
"Tsk." Shiloh chuckled coldly and shook her head. "So—what do you want?"
"Is he planning to kill someone again?"
"It's...it's Mr. Lupin," Loila whispered.
"Huh?" Shiloh paused for a moment, then looked at Loila and repeated, "You're not even sparing your friends now?"
"Huh?" Loila was also taken aback for a moment, then seemed to understand something and quickly said, "No—no!"
"I didn't mean anything about murder!" Her voice suddenly became a little loud, attracting the attention of everyone in the coffee shop.
"Hmm." Realizing this, she blushed and lowered her head, saying, "That's not what I meant, Miss Shiloh."
"What happened?" For some reason, Miss Hilo's tone carried a hint of amusement; she seemed pleased to see Loila like this.
Or perhaps she derived some pleasure from Loila's performance.
"Yes—that's how it is." Loila bit her lip and lowered her head: "Mr. Lupin—may be about to discover the truth."
"—" Shiloh raised an eyebrow, remained silent for a few seconds, and then slowly said, "So—you mean?"
"Should we kill him?"
"No—no—no."
Hearing Loila's sobbing voice, Shiloh raised an eyebrow in surprise. The smile on her face faded, replaced by her usual calm demeanor, but her eyes were fixed on Loila with seriousness.
She actually cried—was it because of something like this?
Okay—this is not small at all—for her.
"Are you afraid that if Lupin finds out, he'll tell Dumbledore?"
"Are you afraid that if he finds out, you'll never be friends again?"
"We're all...we're all scared," Loila murmured softly. "I...I don't want to lose Mr. Lupin..."
Seeing her sad expression, Hilo gently shook her head and, unusually, reached out and gently took Loila's hand.
"You and Lupin are friends, right?"
"You saved his life, didn't you?"
"You helped him, didn't you?"
Hilo slowly asked these three questions, then looked at Loila, who was slowly raising her head, and said, "So—you still don't trust him?"
"Or would you betray your friends for something like this?"
"But I killed—I killed someone—"
"He deserved to die, didn't he?" Shiloh said again, her grip on Loira's hand tightening slightly. "If you hadn't killed him."
"Would I help you?" Hilo gently shook his head: "He betrayed Lord Grindelwald and also killed one of your closest people."
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"He even humiliated you like Durmstrang did—he even tried to kill you." Shiloh's grip tightened until she finally released her hold after seeing a slight pain on Loila's face.
"Then he deserves to die," Shiloh said slowly. "If Lupin betrays you because you want to kill someone like that."
"Then why are you still so sad?" Shiloh's words left Loila with a slightly confused look in her eyes.
"But—I don't want to see—Mr. Lupin—do something dangerous to help me clear my name."
"So what are you planning to do?" Shiloh's tone turned serious. "Turn myself in?"
"You surrendered to Azkaban because you killed someone who deserved to die long ago?" Shiloh shook his head with a cold laugh. "Are you planning to escape like Sirius Black?"
"Are you planning to make us the first ones to break into Azkaban?" Hilo's words left Loila speechless.
She's a little too soft.
Or perhaps she was overthinking it. Although she had only met Lupin a few times, Shiloh really didn't think Lupin would betray Loila—because words can lie, but the eyes never do.
Lupin's eyes had already told Heero—he was the kind of person who would give his life for Royla—how could such a person betray her?
But then again—only she would do that—Shiloh gently shook her head and said, "So don't think about it anymore."
"Lupin is just investigating—if you really trust him as your friend—" Shiloh's voice trailed off. "You could try telling him the truth, if you're tormented by your so-called conscience."
Loila was stunned by what she heard. Her blue eyes were glistening with tears as she looked at Hilo in surprise.
"I don't want to drag Mr. Lupin into this," Loila whispered, "if he really gets sent to Azkaban for protecting me..."
"If he's already made up his mind, then please respect that." Shiloh paused, then added, "Besides—since you already think he'll find out the truth, wasn't it bound to happen sooner or later?"
"Covering it up is pointless."
Loila fell silent again upon hearing this. She pursed her lips and remained silent for a long while before suddenly raising her head to look at Hilo.
"And what about you—Miss Hilo?"
Hilo was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then smiled gently.
"I'm not afraid of others knowing about this," Shiloh said slowly. "I've killed quite a few people."
"There are also quite a few people who want to kill me."
"Besides—I'm a member of the Rozier family—and you are too," she reminded me. "But if it were me—I definitely wouldn't tell anyone."
"After all, even if he finds out the truth, it's just speculation."
"Unless you're foolish enough to leave your name there—these are all just guesses, and will only ever be guesses."
"And speculation—cannot send someone to prison."
"I—I understand, Miss Shiloh."
Seeing that Loila's expression seemed to have softened a bit after her comforting words, Hilo gently shook her head and handed a handkerchief to Loila.
"Thank you so much!" Loila gently wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, unsure whether she was thanking him for the handkerchief or for Shiloh's comfort.
Looking at the silver-haired girl wiping away her tears, Hilo suddenly felt a pang of emotion.
Mr. Lupin is truly lucky; someone shed tears for him without his knowledge.
Will she shed tears for me?
Shiloh didn't know why she suddenly had this thought—and then she laughed again.
I think so.
But let's not do it, I can't bear to see a scene like that a second time.
"Oh, right, Miss Shiloh—" Wiping away her tears, Lori looked up as if remembering something and said, "A few days ago—Ms. Vida asked me to go to Rozier Manor."
"Huh?" Shiloh was taken aback. A few days ago?
Isn't that Valentine's Day?