Episode 92. organize
Sadal happened right after Ian left the Merelov Mansion. The butler blocked the wife’s tired body as she tried to return to the bedroom. Madame Lien looked at him with a frown on her face.
“why?”
“The Count asks you to come up.”
“… why?”
I felt uneasy and had a bad feeling about something. It is a calling, not just for a day or two. Is it because of the butler’s hard expression? The wife stood frozen in place and did not move. As the candle wax flowed from the lamp, the butler urged.
“lady.”
“wait. Because I’m thinking about it. “Don’t you know why I called you?”
After a moment of silence, the butler sighed. The sound of breathing echoing in an unusually quiet hallway. It seems colder than the chilly wind outside.
“butler. tell me.”
“The master knew about the relationship between Sir and Madame Ian.”
“… how?”
The wife’s face turned pale. Because it was an answer she never expected. The butler’s heart burned black when he saw her not denying it.
It would have been better if you had said no in a confident voice like usual. Judging from her wife’s attitude, what the servants saw was correct.
“Why did you do that? lady… … .”
“No, what the hell, that doesn’t make sense…” … .”
“I know the owner’s personality. “You made a mistake.”
“Isn’t it like that? “I know!”
However, Mrs. Lien misunderstood it to mean something completely different. It’s not a case of political violence, but an assassination attempt was discovered. His wife’s body began to tremble and his mind went blank.
‘What do we do? What if the Count doesn’t die? I am?’
If the Count doesn’t die, you die. Even if his breath never expired, he would have to be chained to this place for the rest of his life.
This was a self-evident fact. And in this situation, the only person who can help him is Ian. The woman quickly started running down her hallway.
Coo! thud!
“lady!”
“Damn it, Ian! “Ian!”
“W-what’s going on?”
“Bring a carriage, no, a horse! “Sir Ian!”
“lady! It’s not possible!”
The wife tumbled down the stairs and screamed. The servants who were organizing their work rushed in due to the sudden commotion. One person tried to help the woman up, but she violently slapped her hands away and screamed.
“Speak up!”
“Ma’am, you can’t do this!”
“shut up! I look like I’m going to die, but why don’t you do this? “Everyone get out of the way!”
Cheang! Jang!
The decorations in the hallway fell and shattered, and the wife ran desperately to get out the front door. Her bruised and bruised knees were hurting as if they were going to give out.
But, I know.
If you stop now, it will really be over.
Faaah!
“lady. Any further disturbance is unacceptable.”
At that time, the driver grabbed his wife’s arm. He was one of the three knights in the mansion. There was no color on the woman’s face as she was panting.
“Who, who can help me, please help me…” … .”
“Oh my god, what is this… … .”
“Ma’am, are you okay?”
“Everyone go back to your rooms. “No one is allowed to come out before permission is given.”
“Disperse!”
The servants approached hesitantly, worried about the woman, but retreated after being yelled at by the butler and driver. Everyone bowed their heads as best as they could and left the hallway.
“Let go of this! Let go! “How dare you touch my body?”
“sorry. lady. But if you continue like this, things will really get bigger.”
“Aaaah! no! no!”
At the glance of the butler, the driver lifted her up and tied her up. Her flawless legs were clearly visible beneath her skirt, but she couldn’t help it. Mrs. Lien was struggling and screaming her teeth, and her screams spread throughout the house and even reached Clark’s ears.
“… lady?”
Ian brought him back with a tip, but Clark didn’t get it. He was just sitting in the old servants’ shed in the Merelov Mansion, eating grass porridge. Ian had already left the mansion, but no one paid him any attention due to his wife’s fuss.
Squeak.
Clark walked down the familiar hallway and looked up the stairs. This is where he lived for several years. The structure of the mansion was clearly visible even with my eyes closed, and I was fully aware that most of Mrs. Lien’s screams came from the bedroom.
Sigh.
With each step, the wooden floor cried horribly. He eventually went up to the floor where the count and his wife’s bedroom was, and faced the butler and knight guarding the area.
“Clarke?”
“Return to your original residence.”
“Ma’am… … .”
“Even if I go back.”
Coo! thud!
At the same time, a dull sound was heard from inside. Clark jumped in without realizing it, but was stopped by his knight’s light gesture.
“Lien!”
bang!
Did you hear that sound? The bedroom, which had been noisy all along, suddenly became quiet. Soon the door opened and the Count appeared with red, bloodshot eyes.
“… Clark?”
“iced coffee… … .”
There is no other sight of the devil drenched in sweat. The Count felt as if his blood had completely dried up at the sound of Clark’s name uttered by Madame Lien.
“You damn bitch, how many people have you been hanging out with? Ian, Clark, both of them… … .”
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“No… How many times do I say no… … .”
“But why are you calling me by Clark’s name?”
Wow!
The count mercilessly grabbed the woman’s hair. And he looked back and forth between her and her Clark, smiling cruelly at her. She then turned her body, leaving her door open, as if to say come in. Mrs. Lien, in her tracks, looked at Clark with her tears streaming down her face.
‘Run away.’
That’s what she was saying. But, but… … .
Sigh.
Clark followed her into the bedroom as if led. A butler with a worried expression and a calm knight. The Count ordered, smoking a cigarette.
“Anyone who comes through the door without my permission will be cut down.”
“… All right.”
“Don’t disturb anyone.”
Quang!
The bedroom door was locked securely. Tonight, no woman or slave will come out alive. When the sun rises, the blood of one of them will wet the wooden floor.
The Count whipped the two men with all his might and sweat poured out. The more Clark tried to protect his wife, the more his arms grew stronger.
Wow! Wow!
“ah!”
When the long whip finally went up the wife’s neck and hit her cheek, Clark experienced his sense of reason being completely broken. A body that moves arbitrarily regardless of will. He struck the Count in the back of the neck with a letter knife lying on the table.
“Aaaah!”
The butler and driver standing outside turned their heads at the unfamiliar scream. Is it Clark? It was strange, but the earl’s order not to disturb the door was firmly guarded.
“Huh… … .”
The wife’s cries can be heard occasionally.
And, finally, the darkness disappears and the sun rises.
The door that seemed to be closed forever opened, and the first person to come out was Mrs. Lien. She was covered in blood that was unknown whether it was the count’s or her own.
The wife walked slowly and traced the wall with her fingertips.
Her traces continued, albeit vaguely.
* * *
Squeak.
As soon as Ian got off the carriage, he looked around the mansion. The shocking atmosphere caused by the Count’s murder was felt. It could be because Ian himself feels that way.
It looks like the news hasn’t reached the village yet… … .
“Ian? welcome.”
The servant who was waiting for him walked ahead, restless. Ian went upstairs, pretending not to notice the horribly broken decorations in the hallway.
In front of the bedroom in question, three knights wearing swords, a butler, and several servants were gathered together and discussing something awkwardly.
“Ian has arrived.”
“ah.”
The butler seemed to have lost his mind. Because he didn’t even say hello to him when he saw him. Ian also didn’t need to say hello, so he just waved his hand and entered.
“Are you here?”
“oh my god. ma’am.”
The sight is crazy. The fluffy, soft ivory-colored rug was soaked in blood, and it was difficult to find any proper items in the room. But what was even more spectacular was Mrs. Lien sitting on the sofa.
“Sit. “It looks like this.”
“Is there a problem? What happened… … .”
The woman’s dress was the same as it was at dinner last night. She must have simply wiped away the blood with a wet towel, leaving speckled blood stains all over her white skin.
“As you can see, it was a mess.”
“What about the Count? Are you dead?”
“Inside the bedroom the doctor is looking at the body. “Clark was being beaten and then they stabbed him in the neck with an envelope knife.”
Phew, she muttered, exhaling cigarette smoke. In just one night, when the moon was up, it felt like the world had changed. Ian touched his forehead and looked inside.
‘Wow, this is ridiculous.’
Why did you plan to smuggle drugs from Hawan? This was to avoid legal punishment. Whether it is denial, or those who sympathize and participate.
“Ian. Greetings. “This is Puulu, one of the Three Knights of Merelov.”
Ian turned his head to the unfamiliar man’s greeting. He was a man with brown curly hair, and the way her wife looked up at him was not very pleasant.
“Did you send the letter?”
“That’s right. “Because I have something to check.”
“check? To me?”
Ian frowned as if he didn’t understand. The woman just put out her cigarette on the table and looked tired.
“We are those who have sworn allegiance to Count Merelov. It is my duty and duty to clearly reveal the truth about my master’s death. “The final mission of our Three Knights will be to punish anyone responsible for the Count’s death.”
Look at these?
Ian crossed his arms and raised his head.
“however?”
“What is your relationship with Madame Lien Merelov?”
“… what?”
It would have been understandable, but Ian felt like his thoughts had stopped. Since Clark said he killed her, are you suspicious of his instigation?
But why is the question like that?
“They suspect Sir Ian of my infidelity.”
“Phew!”
Beric burst into laughter at his wife’s words. However, the three knights did not blink an eye as they asked for it, as if they were sincere. Ian laughed and touched his forehead.
‘Damn it… … .’
“Clarke?”
“You are being detained in the dungeon.”
“Bring it to me.”
“You can’t do that.”
The knight flatly refused Ian’s orders. My brows naturally furrowed. Her wife, who was listening next to her, ordered again in a drowsy voice.
“Bring Clark.”
“We can’t even hear your wife’s orders until the whole story of the incident becomes clear.”
“This is the situation. Sir Ian.”
Since the count had died, she was in charge of the mansion until the next count was chosen, but the situation was becoming complicated due to opposition from the knights.
Ian muttered, looking up and down the articles.
“Is there a full story about the incident? The karma you got because your master’s nature was a mess. “The incompetent people who could not do anything while their master was dying just lived their lives.”
I could guess why they appeared like that.
Even in Brac alone, numerous forces jumped in to take Derga’s place. Moline and Erica, followed by Gail, Ian, Cheonryeo, and Mariv and Romandro in check… … .
“Besides, treating a neighbor who came running to me out of concern like this is completely disrespectful. Since we have an imperial palace advisor, I will ask him to write a notarized statement regarding this matter.”
Ian immediately glanced at his wife.
“Madam, when you clean up the mansion, I hope you fire those idiots. “The cost-effectiveness is very poor.”
“Sir Ian!”
Cheaeng!
When the knight shouted in protest, it was Beric who stepped forward.
“Noisy. Why do you keep getting so crowded?”
However, he responded by swinging his sword instead of speaking.
Ian pondered as he looked around at the dead count’s body, wife, and knights. If anything, if they push out the wife and the earl’s brother and take over the mansion, things could get quite difficult.
“Berrick.”
“huh?”
As if Ian’s presence in the imperial palace was intrusive.
“I guess I need to sort it out.”
“here?”
Beric pointed the tip of his sword at the knights.
It’s as if it’s the heads of those three guys that need to be sorted out.
fantasy,
