~Chapter 92~
Evangeline nodded.
“Hm, if that’s how you think…”
For a while, only the sound of her chewing cookies filled the room.
After that—
As she reached for another cookie, Evangeline muttered with dissatisfaction,
“I heard Head Priest Evans completely pulled out of this mess?”
“….”
A slight wrinkle formed on Dietrich’s forehead.
It was true. Isaac had slipped away like an eel.
There was the principle that priests shouldn’t get involved in noble disputes, must keep trust, and protect the secrets of those who confessed.
And he claimed he didn’t know the documents were wrong.
“I didn’t personally check the marriage registration. I only received a report that it had been submitted.”
A shadow crossed his neat face.
“I’m truly sorry. I should have checked more carefully…”
The temple also actively protected Isaac.
If this incident was seen as Isaac’s fault, it would mean it was the temple’s fault too.
Of course, there were some results.
Complaints were filed against the Grand Temple, and they restored the original rules:
When the person involved asks to see the document, they must always be shown it.
But—
‘It still feels suspicious.’
Thinking for a moment about Isaac’s sly ways, Evangeline shook her head and stood up.
‘Forget it. Thinking about it won’t help at all.’
Just like she could never understand Seraphina, she could never understand Isaac either.
Their way of thinking was simply too different.
‘He was like that since we were kids.’
To put it nicely, he was rational. To be honest, he was overly inhuman.
‘Even when I was crying in front of him, he calmly kept reading his book.’
No matter how important studying was, if a child was crying right in front of you, at least a glance would be normal.
Back then, Isaac treated Evangeline like she wasn’t even there.
Meanwhile, Dietrich looked at his sister in confusion.
“Where are you going?”
“Hm? Obviously to Lari’s house.”
Evangeline narrowed her eyes like it was a silly question.
“Today’s a happy day, right? I’m going to celebrate with her.”
“….”
For a moment, Dietrich froze.
Truthfully—
‘…I kind of want to see Lady Ansie’s face at least once.’
Since the day they went together to the High Temple, he’d barely had a chance to speak with Laritte.
She had been busy with the lawsuit and everything else, and Dietrich had been focused on taking over the chairman’s position and expelling the Gusto family.
Then Evangeline stared right at him.
“What? Do you want to come too? Hm?”
She asked with a sly smile.
“…Don’t be ridiculous. Just go quickly.”
Feeling like she had hit the mark, Dietrich spoke dryly.
Then, Evangeline’s expression turned unusually serious.
“Brother, maybe it’s time you start being honest with yourself?”
“….”
Dietrich was speechless.
Normally, he would have snapped back with something like ‘Don’t be cheeky,’ but…
It was like his lips were glued shut.
“I’ll be going then.”
Evangeline gave a bright smile, then added as if she had just remembered,
“Oh, right. I’m taking a bottle of champagne from the wine cellar, okay?”
With that—
Evangeline left the room with light steps.
Dietrich, left alone, quietly repeated her words to himself.
“Maybe… it’s time to be honest with yourself.”
Strangely, those words pierced right into his heart.
