Hopeless Desire of a Witch

Eirene wondered if the middle-aged man just didn’t want to sit on his knees. She felt afraid and hid deeper behind Irene’s skirt. Yes, only her face was covered, so her round head and her cute little fists were all visible.
“My lady, hands.”
The man did not even behave in an act of favor, instead she saw the middle-aged man asking for her hand as if it were natural. Eirien looked up at Irene.
Eirene was waiting for her permission, Irene narrowed her brows. She received the gaze of the man looking up at her as if urging her to prompt the child.
If the pocket watch Irene has is genuine, it means that Eirene is of noble origin. The clothes Eirene was wearing when she was a baby were all worn out by time. But it was clean, and the blanket and the basket were all high quality items that are hard to find in the village.
So Irene also speculated in her heart that someone stole the baby of a high-ranking person and became afraid of paying the price of doing so. Of course, there is also the possibility that she might have been abandoned as an illegitimate child of a nobleman.
“Eirene.”
With a soft sigh, Irene called out the name of the child she had always been with as her young sister. She simply called her name, but the child’s eyes widened as she understood that this was her permission to lend her hand. At the same time, the middle-age man’s hand trembled slightly when he heard the child’s name.
I laughed bitterly at the man’s reaction.
The person who left the baby in front of Irene’s house seemed to have properly informed her of the child’s real name.
You have not been abandoned. A sense of relief rose from the depths of my heart. Eirene, unlike her, did not lose her parents because she was not needed, and she did not get kicked out because she was different. I’m really glad I found out now.
What good luck, really…
Irene muttered in a volume only she could hear, then bent down and took Eirene’s hesitant little hand.

The opportunity has come to correct the contradiction that has been neglected due to the excuse of being busy. While she was hoping that Eirene was not abandoned, on the other hand, she made no effort to find her parents.
If your biological parents were still alive, then you should go back to your real family. The guest who had only stayed for a while. not knowing the way to return, should now be sent back. Struggling to suppress the melancholy emotion swirling inside, Irene slowly led the child’s right hand over the plate held by the middle-aged man.
The plate, which was only flat, then the little hand came and was pulled in by a transparent net and covered the back of the child’s hand. Eirene was startled, the moment when the white light shone from the net and the plate. It carefully covered her wrist to prevent her hand from escaping.
“Sister, this is…”
Eirene cried and pulled out her hand.