At that time, a boy about ten years old who was showing curiosity asked.
"Who died?"
Then Xeric responded calmly.
"Miners in there."
"It's not. My dad is still over there. My dad won't die."
"Everyone dies."
"No. The chapel gives us a necklace."
The boy said, taking out a necklace made of twisted string from an old shirt.
"This necklace protects the miners. That's why miners don't die."
The firefighters turned their heads away, swearing involuntarily at the boy's confidence.
No matter how deeply the discrimination against foreigners was deep in their hearts, they could not bear it as the eyes of the children and the lives of their fathers overlapped.
In the end, several firefighters put on the equipment they brought and spoke.
"Captain, since we're here, how about we get started?"
"You're right. It's a waste of time to come here. Are you going to leave with a smile?"
Xeric frowned at his subordinate's weak-hearted voices and looked at Violet a gain.
"Look. You're using us to make you feel at ease right now."
"I'll think about it some more. Since you have come this far, please start as they say. I will ask you to do so.
Xeric clicked his tongue and turned around.
"Start."
At his words, the fire brigade began digging.
After the rescue began belatedly, Violet became lost in thought.
She had to think. Even if she assumes they are alive, can at least 18 people survive that indefinite time with a week's worth of food and water?
Investing in labor without even being sure it's alive in the first place? Is that correct? What will she do if even one of the firefighters you brought in loses his life?
It was when she was lost in thought. A carriage stopped and a familiar face appeared.
Violet's attending physicians were Beryl, the doctor who gave her medicine, and Eglin, Canix's co-vice president. Beryl ran trembling and knelt in front of Violet.
"Come on, Little Madam!"
Erlin, who followed, asked.
"You didn't bring this guy here to cut off his head, right?"
"The death penalty is an issue that must be resolved carefully. There must be the consent of two-thirds of all judges. No judge would ever sentence someone to death for a crime like this in the first place."
Eglin said as if she was already tired of her answer.
"You've lived quite a secret life with someone who can't tell jokes."
"I still feel frustrated sometimes."
"Anyway, how did you know that you contacted me? How did you recognize me in the first place?"
Violet smiled without answering. Eglin knew that she was a person who would take care of things if left alone, so she just watched quietly, and as expected.
Eglin continued.
"Did you hear from the CEO?"
"Yes."
"I see. Oh, you know the CEO is really angry, right?"
"It's worth it. I should at least send a letter saying I'm sorry."
Violet said worriedly. Then she asked E glin.
"Shouldn't you be working at the company?"
"I quit."
"... What?"
"I can't miss out on doing something for my clan!"
Eglin, this being his 11th resignation, said with triumph. It was strange to see Eglin after seeing only Winter, who didn't want to talk about his lineage.
Violet said, looking down at Beryl who was kneeling.
"Stay here until the miners are rescued. Not only the rescued miners but also their families are unable to take care of themselves, so there must be a lot to worry about."
"Yes! Of course! As long as you forgive me."
While Beryl was speaking urgently, Eglin pretended to hit him.
"Don't put conditions on it, you bastard."
Violet narrowed her eyes at her actions. Then Eglin gently lowered her hand.
Beryl headed to the small village hall carrying a bag large enough to fit his body.
There was no doctor in the village, so they had to walk over three hours to the downtown area to find one. Therefore, they did not miss this opportunity and came to every house with children and the elderly and lined up to receive medical treatment.
Eglin thought it was a good idea to bring in free labor under the pretext of an apology at a time when money was tight, but she thought the doctor had committed too great a sin to be forgiven in this way.
Eglin asked Violet while looking at Beryl's back with her arms crossed.
"Would you like to relieve your anger with that? You must take revenge."
"This is enough."
"Are you going to tell the CEO's parents?"
Violet looked surprised by Eglin's words which had no hesitation. She thought that there are people who just say what they want without paying attention to their surroundings. Winter was like that too, but the big difference was that while Winter spoke despite knowing the atmosphere around him, Eglin really didn't know the problem of what she was saying.
Ironically, Violet did not recognize Eglin as a rude person.
When she didn't answer Eglin urged her.
"Yes? Are you going to do it?"
"I already doing it."
"Yes, yes? Really? How? Oh, so you stumbled over the title issue?"
"..."
Compared to Eglin's lack of insight, she was good at understanding the situation. She was especially good at finding weaknesses. Based on her abilities, she was responsible for the negotiating tables that Winter overturned due to his temper.
As Violet continued to remain silent, Eglin nodded.
"I understand so. You don't know anything about the title issue, right?"
"..."
Well, you will say it gradually. I will also help in both material and spiritual ways!
"This is your first chance to inherit a noble title from our Kanik clan!"
"You really are."
"You don't notice? I hear it a lot."
Eglin said and shrugged her shoulders. Then Violet shook her head and said.
"I said you had the ability."
Eglin was speechless for a long time at her words and took a step back. Violet continued.
"When this is over, be sure to go back to work. It would be a great loss to my husband without someone like you by his side."
"It's my first time seeing you today, but I really like the Little Lady."
"I saw you for the first time and wondered why I was a Little Madam. Call me Madam, what... If it's not uncomfortable, you can call me by name."
Violet spoke calmly and turned around. Eglin's mouth fell open and she walked behind her, listing all kinds of magazine stuff she knew.
***
Winter couldn't bear the embarrassment of having come all the way to Calibon, but it made even less sense not to come.
Her wife is not a trustworthy woman.
Does he know and trust Violet to do something dangerous?
He looked at Violet through a telescope from the bell tower of the chapel he had acquired by arbitrarily giving away money.
Hayel said as he organized the documents next to him.
"The CEO and co-vice presidents don't even ride on the same boat for fear of an accident. Not only are you two in such a dangerous place where a landslide can occur at any moment, but you are also trying to expose the latest technology used in airships?"
Winter turned around and responded, irritably to his nagging.
"Then what do you want me to do? My wife was a person who had no reason to meet strangers all her life. She can't say It's my fault that I came here."
"Little Madam, she's not the kind of person who would normally look at a situation like this. Even if it wasn't because of the CEO, his temper..."
"What are you talking about. My wife doesn't live without calculation, so much so that she jumps into something that doesn't work. They should be thankful that they are of the same bloodline as me."
Hayel was confident that his Little Madam was someone who would not give a damn about saving people's lives, but he didn't say anything because he thought it would be more efficient to spend his money to get the matter done quickly and get out of here rather than messing with that arrogant person.
Winter said to the skinny inventor who came with him.
"Hey, if you have anything useful, take it out."
Then Solin, an inventor of the same age who was particularly afraid of Winter, opened the bag. He said without even meeting her eyes.
"I brought you something like this!"
"What?"
"It's an adhesive explosive. If you attach it like this, you can blow up a rock of that size!"
The tunnel is already unstable, so why not install explosives?
"I don't even know where the miners are in the mine, so why not blow it up and see?"
When Winter asked, Solin took out the next invention with a regretful expression.
"This deserves more use! It's my colleague Sarah's invention. Shouldn't the original rock round drill be used by turning it with force? But since this is automatic, it doesn't have to be turned by force, it just works with the power of five strong young men working at the same time!"
"Well, that's amazing, isn't it, CEO?"
Hayel was thrilled and looked at Winter. Winter, who sensed the inventor's foolishness when he took out the explosives, asked seriously.
"How does it work automatically?"
"Oh, you can use electricity! It requires a lot of power, but with the CEO's wealth, that's enough..."
"Didn't you see that the nearest telegraph office from here is three hours away? There is no electricity here. Even if we try to pull it in from now on, it will take three months."
As if Solin hadn't thought of it that far, he held the invention and froze. Or maybe he just saw this as an opportunity to satisfy his personal curiosity.
Solin took out the next machine.
"This can truly be said to be the essence of Rockround science. Although it requires electricity, It rechargeable! It can be controlled from the outside, so if you tell it the way, it can dig into the dirt, although not enough to break through rocks. The machine itself makes a lot of noise, so the miners will be able to spot it when they get nearby."
"That will be necessary. If I know the miners' location, I'll have to drill in from the ground level."
Winter continued speaking carefully.
"Now, what needs to be resolved from now on is... Is it safe to drill down from the ground?"
"Why not ask retired miners about that?"
"Not that one. How could you secretly bring this machine to my wife?"
Then Hayel asked with an expression that was so pitiful that she couldn't bear it.
"How about walking over and handing it over?"
"No. I haven't gotten over my anger yet. I told her not to go, so why am I here? Shouldn't the remarriage issue be resolved first?"
"So how are you going to solve that problem?"
"I heard you said you were running away."
"I'm sending it because there's nothing else to do! If there is another way, you should find it! I opened her favorite garden in the capital, so why go and live somewhere else!"
Winter protested. Solin asked, wiping away the cold sweat with his sleeve, which was blackened by the pencil.
"If you don't want to fall apart like that, you don't have to get divorced, right?"
Hayel, startled by his words, rushed over and covered his mouth.
"Ah, I guess this person works alone so much that he's lost his social skills."
Hayel lowered his hand with a wink, and Solin spoke in surprise as if he had now figured it out.
"S-sorry! You're getting a divorce, so I can't help it!"
"Mr. Solin! Run away! Hurry!"
Hayel shouted and hurriedly grabbed Winter to stop him from getting angry.
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