"You are one of the few people who know my secret. I don't want to have a relationship with you that is just a superior and a subordinate."

"Hey..."

Beilin smiled stupidly. She wanted to touch the boy's head, but her hand stopped in mid-air, so she had no choice but to give up.

"Smoking less, the smell of cigarette smoke on your body is getting stronger and stronger."

"I'll try my best."

......

The young man stuck his head out of the car window.

Beilin got on the horse, took one last look at the boy's handsome, childish face, and then rode away.

She galloped away from the cavalry escorting the boy.

She gritted her teeth and breathed heavily.

At the same time, she is extremely calm inside.

Her destination is the same as the boy, but she needs to arrive earlier than the boy, otherwise the boy will most likely obstruct her - this is a scene that His Majesty is not happy to see.

I'm sorry, she thought.

The tall figure who carefully taught His Highness the swordsmanship in my memory came to mind.

Sure enough, people will change.

She held the reins tightly.

Strange...why are you so anxious?

She has always had full confidence in her speed, but this time she could not control her anxious thoughts.

It was as if a voice kept calling her.

She was a little excited, but she couldn't explain the reason.

Probably she is looking forward to some kind of challenge in the future.

The horses' hooves competed fiercely with the earth, making dull sounds one after another, like a thunderstorm, carrying the wrath of God all the way south.

No one can stop her.

This is God's will.

......

"I know, I will do as you say."

"You agree? Yeah~~ It's really helpful! Thank you very much."

"..."

"Then I'll take my leave. If I disappear for too long, I won't be able to explain it to the rigid police officers. Alas... Ah, don't worry, no matter what happens, I won't betray you. If it really comes

In an emergency, just say that I threatened you to do this."

"Hmph, I don't need you to take the blame! Put away that hypocritical smile of yours and leave quickly!"

"Okay, okay~~"

Hammons lit a cigarette and returned to the lounge chair.

There was a noise downstairs, and he guessed that the annoying guy had left.

Hammons has always looked down on those people who live in poor areas but are not doing their jobs properly. In Hammons' eyes, they are no different from rats in the gutter, and he will feel sick whenever he sees them.

In this case, why does he want to help the "mouse"?

"..."

Hammons blew out smoke rings towards the ceiling and narrowed his eyes.

He thought of his father's sigh.

The detective's friend, Ferrinold's father, was once indebted to Hammons's father. Moreover, Hammons's father indirectly caused the other party to lose his knighthood due to his negligence. He regretted this until his death.

Still talking about this.

Hammons wants to make up for his father's regrets.

After discovering the existence of Ferrinold, he thought it was time to take action. Therefore, Hammons, who heard that Ferrinold had been arrested, chose to assist the detectives without hesitation.

"Well, even though the person is dead... no matter how much you do, it's just to comfort yourself."

Hammons muttered as if he was giving up on himself.

"However, the principal and interest are so high, it would not be good to delay for too long..."

......

The Lord of Fulvos is listening to the report of his confidant Vito.

From time to time, Vito would glance at the lord's index finger that kept tapping on the table.

He felt that his forehead was heating up and he stuttered when he spoke.

He knows his superiors best—presumably it was his words that made the lord dissatisfied or something similar.

Vito, who was feeling uneasy, quickly shut up as soon as he finished his report.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

The lord unexpectedly said nothing and waved his hand, indicating that Vito could leave.

Vito rejoiced and bowed to the lord, then strode out the door.

The lord sighed heavily and held a cigarette in his mouth.

He just received the news that His Highness will visit Woolworth in two months.

Although there was still plenty of time left for him, he did not dare to relax.

"Excuse me, Lord."

The knock on the door came simultaneously with Brooke's greeting.

"Please come in."

In front of the lord was the police chief who covered most of his face with a scarf and wore a hat.

"Your eyes are averting, Brooke. It seems that the interrogation is still fruitless."

"...I disappoint you."

"What's going on? A mere private detective shouldn't be able to stop you."

"His behavior is very strange, sir. On the surface, he is cooperating with our investigation, but he must be planning something secretly."

"Brooke, why are you so overly cautious?"

The lord threw away the unlit cigarette and frowned at the police chief:

"I just arranged for you to perform a show with my entourage, which is enough to convince the people. You care so much about a useless detective... it is an unwise move."

"That's what you taught me."

Brooke hurriedly responded to the lord. Based on the other person's tone, he inferred that it would be disadvantageous for him to continue to quibble, but he still bit the bullet and expressed his suspicions:

"Actually, your attendant seems a little strange... Do you guarantee that she will really obey your orders completely? Since she came into contact with that detective, her..."

"Don't report these petty incidents one by one."

Who knows that the lord doesn't care at all.

"You can do it according to your ideas. In short, it must be done within twenty days. Remember, it is not allowed to harm the interests of innocent people unless it is absolutely necessary, and try to minimize the impact of this matter."
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"As commanded."

The lord who made the decision stood up calmly. He looked at the people coming and going in the distance for a while, then slowly passed Brooke, who was still standing like a wooden stake, and went downstairs.

The wind blew across his face, and the lord smelled the breath of spring, so he bent down, took off his gloves, picked up a handful of snow, and held it tightly.

Can he handle it properly? He doesn't know.

Yes, he took the initiative to plan everything.

As the lord of Fulvos, he is always suffering from the condemnation of his conscience, but this is the only way he can choose, and he can't look back. He just wants to end this farce as soon as possible, even if it ends hastily...

..He is too lazy to take care of it.

......

In the police station, Chief Brooke is trying to calm down his complicated emotions.

Half an hour ago, Vito, the lord's crony, arrived at the police station. He asked Brooke to provide all the information on the "stalking pervert". However, before the information was ready, the lord came in person...

Is it an illusion? The lord doesn't seem to pay much attention to the case.

But why does the lord seem to be worried about something today?
To be continued...