Pale Erich’s face was tense with anxiety.
âJust a few words from me and this is what happens?â
âNo, it’s not like that.â
âThen what is it if not that!â
Erich snapped angrily. Realizing perhaps that he shouldn’t have raised his voice, he reluctantly added:
âI apologize; I may have spoken improperly. Please come down quickly.â
No matter how I looked at it, his reaction seemed a bit strange. Had something happened outside?
âOr maybe he thinks Iâm in danger?â
But that didn’t quite add up. This window wasnât so loose that a little slip would cause it to fall. I wondered if I was misunderstanding something about the window frame, so I looked down again. Just as I thought the ground looked faintly distant, Erich suddenly shouted again, âNow!â startled me enough that I almost fell.
âWhy would Erich be worried about my safety?â
From his perspective, wouldn’t he want me to fall and die? It would be easier to deal with an enemy that way.
âOr maybe heâs trying to make my death more painful?â
That possibility definitely existed. Since the situation had escalated to this point, I wiped away my tears and asked him directly.
â…Why?â
âWhy, Nani. What are you talking about?â
âWasnât that what you wanted?â
Then Erichâs pale gray eyes oddly became vacant.
â…Thatâs…â
He paused for a moment before speaking with difficulty.
âBecause I cannot allow you to die easily, even if it means…â
I was right! The pale gray eyes of Erich, who kept staring at me from the window, trembled repeatedly. Looking closer, I saw his clenched fist trembling, too. It seemed clear that he was doing all this to save someone like me, which made me very angry.
âSo donât try to escape like this.â
His last, irritable remark. Having confirmed his purpose, there was no reason to keep standing at the window. I slowly stepped back down. Seeing this, Erich, who had been watching me descend, suddenly sank to his knees as if his strength had left him.
âWhy is he acting like that?â
While Erich was preoccupied, I quietly took out the magic book I had kept hidden and moved outside. At that moment, Erich called to me without even turning his head.
âYou.â
Now he didnât even call me âLady.â I tensed, worried that he might try to snatch the magic book I was holding.
âIf I hadnât stopped you, would you really have fallen like that?â
âNo.â
â…Are you asking me to believe that?â
Trust between people is truly important. I felt that honestly saying so wouldnât make much impact.
âThen is there even a reason not to trust?â
At that moment, I noticed Erichâs hand glancingly reaching out. It was gripping so tightly that I thought blood might come out.
Oh, well.
Leaving a shocked person as they are didnât seem very humane. I calmly told Erich,
âWhy bother thinking about what didnât happen?â
â…â
âThe reality remains the same.â
After reassuring him that I was still alive despite his misconceptions, I hugged my book and hurriedly escaped. Fortunately, I wasnât caught trying to steal the magic book from Erich.
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Erich recognized her at first glance.
âEstelle Libertan.â
It wasnât just because of her sweet, blooming flower-like colors. Estelle exuded an aristocratic, noble, and adorable aura, as if she were a young lady raised with care.
âNice to meet you. Baron BlonĂ©.â
Hateful Libertan. Erichâs desire for revenge against the Libertan, who had betrayed and cast aside his loyal family, was relentless. Ultimately, he aimed to avenge themâespecially if it meant causing the death of his adoptive daughter, whom he cherished, or leaving an indelible scar.
âAh, I came to find a book to pass the time.â
As Erichâs aide, he had to perfectly follow Lord Johnâs orders. But whenever he looked at Estelleâs gentle face, an uncontrollable rage boiled inside him.
âEven for revenge, I donât like the idea of letting her live comfortably.â
He disliked the very fact that she was allowed to live peacefully like that.
âYes. Iâve only just arrived, but everyone has been so kind and welcoming.â
He looked at her with a hostile gaze, sneering.
âThis is not Libertan territory. Lady, you should understand that this isnât a place where you can wander around casually with a smile.â
Hearing those words, her already pale face turned even whiter. Her face, as if it might shatter at any moment, looked unsettling.
â…I understand.â
Despite her appearance on the verge of collapse, Estelle didnât cry.
âIâm sorry for coming into your study without permission. Perhaps I got too excited and forgot my situation.â
No matter how much she insulted or belittled him, Estelle didnât get angry at Erich. Instead, she seemed accustomed to such insults.
âBecause Iâm not a suitable wife for the baronâs expectations. If thatâs the case, then itâs my fault.â
The more Erich talked to Estelle, who stood pitifully, the more he felt himself becoming the perpetrator. Why was that? His only deep blue eyes flickered with a strange sadness.
âBut all I can do now is apologize.â
Eventually, Erich couldnât hold back and fled. But even after running away, he couldnât find peace easily. It wasnât that he was running; he should have refused to be swayed by her apologies, criticized her more harshly, and treated her more cruelly. If he had done that, he wouldnât be sitting here haunted by thoughts of Estelle. Now, a strange anxiety was creeping in. He felt as if that woman, who had been smiling so innocently, was going to shatter her grand revenge against Libertan.
So Erich opened his eyes more sharply and kept a close watch on Estelleâs every move. He was convinced she was in cahoots with Libertan. But then another strange event occurred.
âAh, I must have been mistaken.â
That couldnât be mistaken. It was obvious to everyone that the Marquis Gaspier was a completely different person from Lexius Pullman, and they werenât even related.
âYour amethyst brooch is very beautiful. It suits your outfit very well.â
Estelle complimented the Marquis Gaspierâs amethyst brooch, which he wasnât even wearing. And the only famous incident involving an amethyst brooch from the Blanchett family was the one Estelle herself had mentionedâan affair linked to Lexius Pullman. At first, Erich was deeply confused by Estelleâs words. Although the incident was well known within the Blanchett estate, he never expected her to mention it.
â…A brooch with an amethyst from Marquis Gaspierâs chamber was found.â
Even the Marquis Gaspier himself was later revealed to be the culprit.
âWhat on earth is she thinking?â
If her goal was to gain the trust of the Blanchett family, it would have been better to honestly say she knew the culprit. But Estelleâs behavior was too vague to suggest she was trying to uncover the truth.
âWhat the…â
She calmly finished her words and then barely let out a sigh of relief. It meant she had made a firm decision and moved forward.
âWhat is her purpose?â
Just thinking about Estelle made his mind spin. Then, Erich, who had entered the study again, witnessed another shocking scene. He saw the title of the book Estelle was holding: <A Death Without Pain…>. He couldnât see the beginning clearly from a distance, but it was vivid enough. Erich approached her as she wandered through the restricted bookshelf, finally pulling out such a book.
â[I wanted to die. When thereâs no way out, it seems like the only optionâ]â
Could she be protesting just because she made a sarcastic remark? His complicated thoughts vanished, replaced by rage. How pathetic he was, thinking he could see through her true intentions.
âThe shameless woman.â
It was clear that Libertaâs vulgar nature couldnât be hidden. So Erich no longer wavered at her apologies.
âItâs fortunate I realized her dreadful nature.â
Lost in this thought, he returned to the study, where a bad premonition gnawed at him.
âWhat is that…â
Before long, Estelle was standing at the window. Her shimmering platinum hair fluttered dangerously in the breeze. The wind outside the window blew so fiercely it seemed ready to blow her away at any moment.
âIs it my fault…â
There, Estelle was crying.
âThings really ended up like this.â
In that moment, his mind went completely blank. Erich suddenly recalled what he had just said.
âWhy are you asking me that? You should figure out your own atonement.â
Could she really believe that dying was the only way to atone?
âOr…â Was it her own action to betray Marquis Gaspier?
Once he thought that, her behavior, though strange, began to make some sense. And the more he understood, the greater his fear grew.
âIs she really planning to die?â
A guilt as if he had been tormenting a helpless young animal overwhelmed him. Estelle showed no movement as he watched her. Her serene face looked as fleeting and illusory as a mirage.
âWait!â
Finally, Erich couldnât stand it any longer and grabbed her.
â…Why?â
âWhy… what are you talking about?â
âWasnât that what you wanted?â
Erich had to admit, that was exactly what he wanted too. Not long ago, he had even said there was no reason to go to such lengths to save her. If it hadnât been for Lord Johnâher masterâhe would have already condemned Estelle to the gallows, crushing her parentsâ hopes. Because he thought that pain to lose a cherished child was more certain.
âIf I really hadnât stopped you, you would have fallen just like that?â
He asked her, who was walking out with a sorrowful expression, but dared not turn his gaze to her face.
âNo.â
â…Are you asking me to believe that?â
âWhy bother thinking about what didnât happen?â
Erich thought he understood her expression, even though he hadnât seen her face. Listening to her moist voice, he couldnât help but imagine her tears silently flowing.
âThe reality remains unchanged.â
He heard Estelleâs footsteps disappearing from the study. When he finally turned his head, he couldnât look away from that empty space.
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