“Please let me search the ship.”
“What are you talking about!”
Count Makie, who had been silently listening to their conversation without coming forward, raised his voice.
“What kind of foolish thing are you doing to His Majesty the King? Baron Colon!”
“What nonsense. Are you really making a mistake?”
Unlike the courtier who got angry, the butler spoke more calmly.
“No vehicle can be let out of the territory without being searched.”
Only then did Kaian come to his senses and look at his loyalist as if it were absurd.
“It is disrespectful to His Majesty the King.”
After speaking sternly, Kaian sighed briefly and bowed his head in front of Valquiterre.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty the King. It’s my fault, so please forgive me.”
The Duchess has disappeared, so they're going to search the King's ship.
It was ridiculous.
The King was the most powerful and highest-ranking person who ruled the kingdom.
Everything the King did was right.
Therefore, even if the King was judged by later generations to have made a big mistake, the law of the land could not be used to determine his wrongdoing.
The butler's request could have been seen as an outright suspicion that Valquiterre was involved in this situation.
Is there any other extreme situation like this?
If the King got angry, even if the butler's head was blown off on this spot, there was no way for Kaian to save him.
However, the person who would say such things for the head of the family was Baron Colon.
“How dare you doubt His Majesty and say something like that?”
The butler bowed his head lower than his Master's.
“I was asking because I was concerned that the Duchess, who is pregnant and has not been able to find the family heir, may have sneaked into His Majesty’s large and spacious ship.”
"What? The Duchess is pregnant?”
Count Makie's eyes widened. Whether he did it or not, the butler just waited for Valquiterre's permission.
“Raise your head.”
When Kaian and the butler raised their heads, Valquiterre spoke with a sad face.
"I will allow you to examine my ship.”
Valquiterre turned around calmly.
“Go and check the ship. There will be no problem if we leave immediately after the investigation is over, right?”
He asked as if receiving confirmation from the butler.
“It looks like Bianque had a bad drink at the prom. Yesterday, her head hurt so bad. She still can’t get out of the cabin.”
"Yes, Your Majesty. Please do so.”
Kaian's mind drifted in and out.
He had never been drunk even when drinking, but the closest expression he could use to judge himself was 'drunk'.
It seemed as if the voices around him were not reaching his head.
He could not easily reply to what he heard.
There must be things all over the place that he needs to hear, judge, and respond to.
What does the head of the house do?
Most of the time, it was a matter of listening to or reading what other people were talking about or asking for a solution and deciding what to do.
However, the only thing spinning around in his head was his worry about Claudel's safety, and the rest of his thoughts seemed to fly away as if they hit him.
Only the story about Claudel was clearly audible, and the rest was completely blurred.
'First, we have to send Valquiterre.'
After becoming Duke of Temnes, every moment was about weighing priorities, and now the only pain was not being able to jump into the lake right away.
Kaian's confusion worsened the closer he got to the lake.
Oh my!
Whoaaaay!
The signals were sent to each other as the workers on the search party circled the lake at a certain distance and said that they had not found anything that lingered in his mind sadly.
The first thing is to save Claudel.
Being courteous to the King was his first priority.
The sense of estrangement that came from that painfully weighed on his heart. He almost wanted to share his head and body.
Valquiterre's ship was on land.
Count Makie said without hiding his displeasure.
“We’ve loaded everything we need. Take a quick look. We will leave without delay.”
“I will. Come on! Let’s get on board.”
The butler gave orders coldly, pretending not to know the courtier's attitude.
Kaian was forced to walk, pushed by the sound of footsteps, like a piece of sugar being carried by a swarm of ants. When he came to his senses, he was on Valquiterre's ship.
“Make sure you look closely.”
"Yes, My Lord.”
As soon as he uttered the word, blood began to seep out of his throat, and a thick, bloody smell rose in his mouth.
'Claudel.'
He tried not to look at the water.
He wanted to jump in right away, but he tried to focus on sending Valquiterre.
Otherwise, his soul would tear away at the hem of his red dress that was restraining his mind and disappear into the lake.
"The cabin is empty."
"The food storage is fine."
The butler asked back.
"Did you check everything in the wooden boxes and barrels?"
"Yes. The water jugs are full of water, and I turned the fruits and vegetables upside down and checked them all."
As he stood there blankly, the sound of Valquiterre while he was searching passed by.
'Don't do anything stupid. Claudel is in the water. I saw it.'
How could such a small and light woman fall so deep? Was it because she was not alone, but also had a baby, and it was for two people?
His normal time and ideas were cut off, and his mind couldn’t escape the scene as if it had been tied up the night before when Claudel jumped into the water.
But the butler was right.
There was a problem, and he couldn’t just let Valquiterre's ship out of the territory.
It was the right way to make sure. For Valquiterre'shonor.
Kaian, waiting for the procedure to be completed, felt helpless on the deck, like a prisoner being punished for eons.
Claudel.
Claudel.
Count Makie, who had been silently listening to their conversation without coming forward, raised his voice.
“What kind of foolish thing are you doing to His Majesty the King? Baron Colon!”
“What nonsense. Are you really making a mistake?”
Unlike the courtier who got angry, the butler spoke more calmly.
“No vehicle can be let out of the territory without being searched.”
Only then did Kaian come to his senses and look at his loyalist as if it were absurd.
“It is disrespectful to His Majesty the King.”
After speaking sternly, Kaian sighed briefly and bowed his head in front of Valquiterre.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty the King. It’s my fault, so please forgive me.”
The Duchess has disappeared, so they're going to search the King's ship.
It was ridiculous.
The King was the most powerful and highest-ranking person who ruled the kingdom.
Everything the King did was right.
Therefore, even if the King was judged by later generations to have made a big mistake, the law of the land could not be used to determine his wrongdoing.
The butler's request could have been seen as an outright suspicion that Valquiterre was involved in this situation.
Is there any other extreme situation like this?
If the King got angry, even if the butler's head was blown off on this spot, there was no way for Kaian to save him.
However, the person who would say such things for the head of the family was Baron Colon.
“How dare you doubt His Majesty and say something like that?”
The butler bowed his head lower than his Master's.
“I was asking because I was concerned that the Duchess, who is pregnant and has not been able to find the family heir, may have sneaked into His Majesty’s large and spacious ship.”
"What? The Duchess is pregnant?”
Count Makie's eyes widened. Whether he did it or not, the butler just waited for Valquiterre's permission.
“Raise your head.”
When Kaian and the butler raised their heads, Valquiterre spoke with a sad face.
"I will allow you to examine my ship.”
Valquiterre turned around calmly.
“Go and check the ship. There will be no problem if we leave immediately after the investigation is over, right?”
He asked as if receiving confirmation from the butler.
“It looks like Bianque had a bad drink at the prom. Yesterday, her head hurt so bad. She still can’t get out of the cabin.”
"Yes, Your Majesty. Please do so.”
Kaian's mind drifted in and out.
He had never been drunk even when drinking, but the closest expression he could use to judge himself was 'drunk'.
It seemed as if the voices around him were not reaching his head.
He could not easily reply to what he heard.
There must be things all over the place that he needs to hear, judge, and respond to.
What does the head of the house do?
Most of the time, it was a matter of listening to or reading what other people were talking about or asking for a solution and deciding what to do.
However, the only thing spinning around in his head was his worry about Claudel's safety, and the rest of his thoughts seemed to fly away as if they hit him.
Only the story about Claudel was clearly audible, and the rest was completely blurred.
'First, we have to send Valquiterre.'
After becoming Duke of Temnes, every moment was about weighing priorities, and now the only pain was not being able to jump into the lake right away.
Kaian's confusion worsened the closer he got to the lake.
Oh my!
Whoaaaay!
The signals were sent to each other as the workers on the search party circled the lake at a certain distance and said that they had not found anything that lingered in his mind sadly.
The first thing is to save Claudel.
Being courteous to the King was his first priority.
The sense of estrangement that came from that painfully weighed on his heart. He almost wanted to share his head and body.
Valquiterre's ship was on land.
Count Makie said without hiding his displeasure.
“We’ve loaded everything we need. Take a quick look. We will leave without delay.”
“I will. Come on! Let’s get on board.”
The butler gave orders coldly, pretending not to know the courtier's attitude.
Kaian was forced to walk, pushed by the sound of footsteps, like a piece of sugar being carried by a swarm of ants. When he came to his senses, he was on Valquiterre's ship.
“Make sure you look closely.”
"Yes, My Lord.”
As soon as he uttered the word, blood began to seep out of his throat, and a thick, bloody smell rose in his mouth.
'Claudel.'
He tried not to look at the water.
He wanted to jump in right away, but he tried to focus on sending Valquiterre.
Otherwise, his soul would tear away at the hem of his red dress that was restraining his mind and disappear into the lake.
"The cabin is empty."
"The food storage is fine."
The butler asked back.
"Did you check everything in the wooden boxes and barrels?"
"Yes. The water jugs are full of water, and I turned the fruits and vegetables upside down and checked them all."
As he stood there blankly, the sound of Valquiterre while he was searching passed by.
'Don't do anything stupid. Claudel is in the water. I saw it.'
How could such a small and light woman fall so deep? Was it because she was not alone, but also had a baby, and it was for two people?
His normal time and ideas were cut off, and his mind couldn’t escape the scene as if it had been tied up the night before when Claudel jumped into the water.
But the butler was right.
There was a problem, and he couldn’t just let Valquiterre's ship out of the territory.
It was the right way to make sure. For Valquiterre'shonor.
Kaian, waiting for the procedure to be completed, felt helpless on the deck, like a prisoner being punished for eons.
Claudel.
Claudel.
He seemed to have forgotten everything in the world except the name.
Standing on the luxuriously built King’s ship, all his attention was focused on the cries of the searchers along the edge of the lake.
It was then that his barely maintained composure was shattered.
“One of the cabins is locked.”
“What?”
The voice of the one reporting it splashed like a piece of stone on the calm water.
“I’ll go.”
Kaian unconsciously ran halfway toward the inside of the ship.
Kaian knocked on the door of the cabin where several soldiers who had been searching the inside were standing awkwardly.
Knock.
“Get out of here!”
Bianque’s voice was heard from inside.
“You rude bastards. How dare you. Do you think I’ll open the door for you?”
Kaian knocked on the door again at the sound that sounded like a sharp voice with indignation.
“Bianque. Open the door.”
“...Kaian?”
Only then did he hear the sound of cloth brushing from inside, and Bianque, who had opened the door slightly, looked at him through the crack.
“What the hell is this... Ouch!”
Kaian yanked the door open just enough for Bianque to peek out.
“Look.”
“Ouch!”
Bianque screamed as she was dragged out into the cramped corridor of the ship, helplessly wearing only her pajamas and a bathrobe, her hair disheveled and messy.
“T-What the hell is this!”
“My wife’s gone.”
“...What?”
Bianche frowned as she opened her gown.
“Why are you looking for that woman here?”
“Departure procedures.”
However, Kaian’s eyes glared fiercely at Bianque’s room, which had been closed until then.
“She’s not here either.”
“Did you search thoroughly?”
“Yes, my lord. I searched under the bed.”
It was obvious that there wasn’t anything, but why did her heart sink so much when he heard that there wasn’t anything?
Kaian felt his strength drain again, and he barely moved his heavy feet, unlike when he had come, out of the ship.
“What’s wrong? It’s annoying.”
Bianque narrowed her eyes and looked at Kaian.
“...You’re so annoyingly handsome.”
Only after all the men in the narrow hallway had left did Bianque smile with her lips curled up.
Before boarding the ship, Valquiterre patted Kaian on the shoulder.
“I’m sorry I can’t be by your side at a time like this.”
“No, Your Majesty.”
“Even so, I have been here for three weeks, so how can I leave the palace and stay in Rowen any longer?”
“Your Majesty, you were planning to leave right after enjoying the event yesterday.”
Standing on the luxuriously built King’s ship, all his attention was focused on the cries of the searchers along the edge of the lake.
It was then that his barely maintained composure was shattered.
“One of the cabins is locked.”
“What?”
The voice of the one reporting it splashed like a piece of stone on the calm water.
“I’ll go.”
Kaian unconsciously ran halfway toward the inside of the ship.
Kaian knocked on the door of the cabin where several soldiers who had been searching the inside were standing awkwardly.
Knock.
“Get out of here!”
Bianque’s voice was heard from inside.
“You rude bastards. How dare you. Do you think I’ll open the door for you?”
Kaian knocked on the door again at the sound that sounded like a sharp voice with indignation.
“Bianque. Open the door.”
“...Kaian?”
Only then did he hear the sound of cloth brushing from inside, and Bianque, who had opened the door slightly, looked at him through the crack.
“What the hell is this... Ouch!”
Kaian yanked the door open just enough for Bianque to peek out.
“Look.”
“Ouch!”
Bianque screamed as she was dragged out into the cramped corridor of the ship, helplessly wearing only her pajamas and a bathrobe, her hair disheveled and messy.
“T-What the hell is this!”
“My wife’s gone.”
“...What?”
Bianche frowned as she opened her gown.
“Why are you looking for that woman here?”
“Departure procedures.”
However, Kaian’s eyes glared fiercely at Bianque’s room, which had been closed until then.
“She’s not here either.”
“Did you search thoroughly?”
“Yes, my lord. I searched under the bed.”
It was obvious that there wasn’t anything, but why did her heart sink so much when he heard that there wasn’t anything?
Kaian felt his strength drain again, and he barely moved his heavy feet, unlike when he had come, out of the ship.
“What’s wrong? It’s annoying.”
Bianque narrowed her eyes and looked at Kaian.
“...You’re so annoyingly handsome.”
Only after all the men in the narrow hallway had left did Bianque smile with her lips curled up.
***
Before boarding the ship, Valquiterre patted Kaian on the shoulder.
“I’m sorry I can’t be by your side at a time like this.”
“No, Your Majesty.”
“Even so, I have been here for three weeks, so how can I leave the palace and stay in Rowen any longer?”
“Your Majesty, you were planning to leave right after enjoying the event yesterday.”
Said the Court of the Palace, Makie.
“If we don’t find the Duchess, there will be another headache between us and Vermont.”
“That won’t happen,” said the butler firmly.
“If there is anyone who dares to kidnap the Duchess when His Majesty has ordered the marriage, isn’t that treason?”
Instead of the reserved Kaian, the butler confronted Makie with sharp words.
“I will definitely secure the Duchess’ safety and make sure that she doesn’t become a burden to His Majesty.”
“Baron Colon. I really like you.”
Valquiterre said softly.
“I want to take you to the palace right away. However, the Duke needs a vassal like you to stay by his side.”
“I am embarrassed, Your Majesty.”
“If you change your mind, send me a telegram. This is not the time for such jokes.”
Valquiterre smiled awkwardly and hugged Kaian lightly.
“I look forward to hearing good news soon.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Valquiterre didn’t care even when he saw Kaian’s stiff, mechanical response. As soon as he boarded the ship, the ship quickly began to move away from the dock as if it had been waiting.
Valquiterre looked at the Rowen Castle moving away for a long time.
Rowen Castle looked more beautiful than ever when seen from a boat on the lake.
“Is this the heart of a marauder?”
He was very excited.
Bianque, who had changed into a dress, approached Valq. Unlike when Kaian had made a fuss about searching the boat earlier, she had combed her hair neatly and looked very neat.
“Are you feeling better?”
Bianque smiled bashfully.
“You got over your malingering a long time ago.”
“If we don’t find the Duchess, there will be another headache between us and Vermont.”
“That won’t happen,” said the butler firmly.
“If there is anyone who dares to kidnap the Duchess when His Majesty has ordered the marriage, isn’t that treason?”
Instead of the reserved Kaian, the butler confronted Makie with sharp words.
“I will definitely secure the Duchess’ safety and make sure that she doesn’t become a burden to His Majesty.”
“Baron Colon. I really like you.”
Valquiterre said softly.
“I want to take you to the palace right away. However, the Duke needs a vassal like you to stay by his side.”
“I am embarrassed, Your Majesty.”
“If you change your mind, send me a telegram. This is not the time for such jokes.”
Valquiterre smiled awkwardly and hugged Kaian lightly.
“I look forward to hearing good news soon.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Valquiterre didn’t care even when he saw Kaian’s stiff, mechanical response. As soon as he boarded the ship, the ship quickly began to move away from the dock as if it had been waiting.
Valquiterre looked at the Rowen Castle moving away for a long time.
Rowen Castle looked more beautiful than ever when seen from a boat on the lake.
“Is this the heart of a marauder?”
He was very excited.
Bianque, who had changed into a dress, approached Valq. Unlike when Kaian had made a fuss about searching the boat earlier, she had combed her hair neatly and looked very neat.
“Are you feeling better?”
Bianque smiled bashfully.
“You got over your malingering a long time ago.”
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