New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 657: Nostalgic

Coco and her husbands, as well as soon-to-be husband, walked out of the house.

She walked past the workers who were standing by the gates and reached her mother’s spot beside the carriage that had an unfamiliar insignia carved on the door.

"Mama." Coco called, her eyes trained on the mark for a moment before bringing her attention to her mother.

"Coco." Cleora returned the greeting with a small smile. "I was about to ask your dear friend to fetch you and your mediators inside. We’re about to leave. I’m just waiting for my people to board the wagons, then we’re ready to go."

"Yeah.. About that." Coco mumbled and stopped before Cleora. "Aren’t we supposed to leave the city in secret..?"

Cleora blinked and tilted her head. "When did I say that, my love?"

"You didn’t." Coco started with a shrug and nudged her towards the people who were walking past them. "But if that wicked woman were to conduct an investigation and ask around, what do you think these people would say?"

"They’ll say that a powerful noble came to pick you up." Cleora answered, giggling and grabbing her daughter’s wrist into her hand. "You see, the carriage we’re using right now is the carriage of Marquis Cervello— a dear friend of this body’s original inhabitant."

Jacques stepped forward and raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Cervello? The nobleman who demands ridiculous amounts of Coco’s fruits and vegetables because his pregnant mediator wanted them?"

"Was that him?" Coco blinked and turned to her friend. "I vaguely remembered that a certain customer liked the quality of my goods to the point that Mrs. Tani asked me to deliver an insane amount of fruit just for him?"

Cleora hummed. "What a small world that we live in."

"It is, mother." Jacques agreed with a small smile. "To think that you would have a friend as influential as him.. Is he aware of your circumstances?"

"I’ll fill you in about that later, child." Cleora giggled and faced away from the two women. "Anyway, why don’t you follow me over to the wagon? I’ll show you where to put your things."

"Of course." Jacques giggled, not thinking twice on following behind the older woman.

"I can’t believe how all of them were quick to call my mother ’mother’, man.." Coco mumbled, trailing after the two giggling women who were busy conversing with each other.

"Your mother has that air to let other people let their guard down." Renaldo stated bluntly, his eyes following his wife’s figure.

Coco looked away from her friend and mother to look at the mediator who started walking beside her, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion and disbelief.

"Is that good or bad?" Coco clarified, feeling that there was an underlying meaning in Renaldo’s words.

"Both." The mediator answered, his hand shooting out to stop Coco from following too closely behind the two women in front of them and faced Coco instead. "Anyway, I brought food for the road. Do you eat skewers? I had your husband buy the remaining ones when I bumped into him."

"Skewers?" Coco raised an eyebrow and Renaldo lifted his other hand to show the plastic he was holding. "Oh, you mean barbeque?"

"Yes, if that’s what you call it in your world." Renaldo nodded his head and smiled. "Do you eat food like this? I get that your husband probably made you eat his cooking and not anyone else’s cooking, but food like this isn’t bad every once in a while."

Coco snorted. "What do you think I ate when I first got here? I was living in the village inn for weeks."

"Oh, right." Renaldo mumbled, realizing that before they went to the city— it was just them in a small village where Coco was known as trash who can’t do anything right.

"Geez, has it been that long already?" The mediator asked, his expression softening. "Time sure flies fast."

Coco could sense the shock and sadness in Renaldo’s voice, and it made her feel a little sad, too. Just as Renaldo has said, time did fly fast because before she knew it, she was already on her way to the north.

She can still remember the time when she woke up in a body that was in the middle of the forest, stinking and dirty like some wild animal.

Coco sighed. "Man, you’re making me feel nostalgic."

"I did?" Renaldo blinked and a look of remorse quickly crossed his features. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was only thinking of—"

"I know, I know." Coco laughed softly and nudged Renaldo with her elbow. "Anyway, back to those skewers.. Would you mind me getting one stick? I wanna know how they make theirs in this world."

"Yes, sure." Renaldo agreed without thinking much about it and opened the plastic. "Here. Choose one."

Coco immediately felt her mouth water at the sight of the skewers, her eyes widening and nose tingling at how delicious it smelled, but before she could get one, Cleora’s voice reached her ears.

"Everything’s checked out, everyone!" The woman’s voice boomed in the evening air and caught everyone’s attention.

"Get yourselves seated inside!" Cleora quickly added and had her people slowly make their way to their wagon where they will make themselves fit no matter what.

"Oh, and Coco?" She called over to her daughter, making Coco pause in her tracks on the way to her husbands.

"Yes, mama?" Coco blinked, turning to face her mother.

Cleora walked over to her daughter and leaned forward, her lips right beside Coco’s ear. "The carriage is a decoy, so if anything happens tonight, don’t dare try to jump out of the wagon."

Coco’s eyes went wide and she whipped her head to look at Cleora, but she was faster than her daughter and was already making her way to the carriage.

"Mama?" Coco croaked out, her heart sinking into her stomach.

"Come on, Coco." Zaque mumbled and wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist before dragging her to the wagon.