At that moment, Agatha opened her eyes in an unknown place.
‘Where is this...’
It was pitch black everywhere, with even her vision blurry. She couldn't tell who was there or how much time had passed.
Is Marie okay?
Agatha, who was about to get up, let out a small groan. The cloth covering her mouth had disappeared, but her wrists were still tied.
The unfamiliar pain brought her mind back to clarity. Agatha calmly began to think about the main culprit behind the kidnapping.
Are they relatives? Or are they rival families in the land war?
It was not customary during a territorial war to kidnap wives or young children who were not participating in the war.
But there was no reason why it couldn't be done if you put a plate of iron on your face.
Agatha Nobilis was the most highly paid lady in the empire, aside from the royal family, so she could easily have made a killing.
The problem is with kidnapping.
Agatha let out a long sigh.
Enoch would be worried if he found out.
In a battle that was already won, there might be a time when he had to surrender because of her.
Maybe he could have been dragged away and imprisoned somewhere.
“What should I do?”
It was when Agatha, who was left on the bare floor without even a carpet, was muttering softly.
Squeak-
A door she didn't even know was there opened with a creaking sound.
The moment Agatha squinted her eyes at the sudden sunlight.
Agatha's eyes opened wide as she recognized the identity of the man who entered.
"Henry?"
“Hello, Agatha. You’re still pretty.”
Black hair, green eyes.
Although his handsome face was slightly roughened by his years in exile, it was clearly her fourth ex-husband, Baron Henry Insidio.
"For a moment."
The man who came in closed the door, and struck the candle with a flint.
His skills were quite adept, showing that his life in exile had not been in vain.
Henry smiled as he placed the lit candle next to him.
“Long time no see?”
“...It’s been six years.”
“That’s right. It’s been six years. Since you divorced me and got locked up in that shitty place of exile.”
Green eyes sparkled beneath his jet-black hair.
Agatha swallowed a groan inwardly.
Who would have thought that it was Henry Insidio who instigated the kidnapping?
She remembered Leonard's warning that the recent situation in the place of exile was suspicious.
Meanwhile, Henry, who had come closer, was playing with her long, golden hair.
“Is it because you’re still young? You look prettier than when you first became an adult.”
A slight shiver ran down her spine. Agatha gritted her teeth so as not to show it.
“You must have escaped from exile. His Majesty will be very angry if he finds out.”
“It’s okay. I’ll block everything. Nothing will happen. Just do it like you did to me. Easy, right?”
Agatha wondered why he ran away from exile.
It seemed like someone noticed the situation and made a comment to Henry.
Shr should have caught that person who was hanging around the place of exile.
She doesn't know how the inspection requested from the Ministry of Justice is going.
Agatha lowered her eyes, pretending not to know.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Henry. Why don’t you go back to exile now?”
“If I was just going to go back, I wouldn’t have kidnapped you.”
“If you go back now, I will seek His Majesty’s mercy.”
Henry, who was still playing with her hair, burst into laughter.
“That can’t be. If I go back now, I’ll just be locked up in that damn place of exile again. Oh, since I escaped from exile without permission, am I going to be executed now?”
He laughed out loud and grabbed Agatha's hair tightly.
“Neither you nor I can leave here until we get back everything you took from me.”
“...”
Six years must have been a long time. For a man who had been acting so well for a year to reveal his true nature.
Even his tone and attitude were rough, like that of a hooligan.
Agatha, who had been observing him without showing any signs of being jealous but had maintained a gentle demeanor on the outside, let out a long breath.
“Henry, you’ve changed so much. I don’t think you were like this before.”
“What was I like before?”
“You were so affectionate. That’s why I cared for you so much...”
The moment Agatha intentionally lowered her gaze, the man's green eyes shook slightly.
Agatha moistened her dry lips.
“Seeing you treat me like this, it seems like the Henry I knew is gone. Then from now on, I will only treat you as a kidnapper.”
“No, over there. Agatha?”
“Even if I say it’s not true, you won’t believe me. Yes, Henry. So what are you asking of me?”
The man who had been confident until just a moment ago hesitated with a puzzled look on his face.
“First, release me from exile.”
“I do not have the right to release a criminal.”
“That’s not it. You wrote that letter, not me.”
Henry, his eyes shining brightly, turned his face towards Agatha.
“Since we were a couple, you were the easiest person to touch my seal.”
The man came close enough that their lips could touch and grabbed her chin.
“Why didn’t I think of that back then?”
Agatha knew the answer. Henry had done a pretty good job of acting like a lover who was completely smitten with Agatha.
If Agatha hadn't heard Henry talking to his men that day, she might not have noticed it until the end.
She fakes it perfectly, and he rules Agatha out as a suspect.
‘Where is this...’
It was pitch black everywhere, with even her vision blurry. She couldn't tell who was there or how much time had passed.
Is Marie okay?
Agatha, who was about to get up, let out a small groan. The cloth covering her mouth had disappeared, but her wrists were still tied.
The unfamiliar pain brought her mind back to clarity. Agatha calmly began to think about the main culprit behind the kidnapping.
Are they relatives? Or are they rival families in the land war?
It was not customary during a territorial war to kidnap wives or young children who were not participating in the war.
But there was no reason why it couldn't be done if you put a plate of iron on your face.
Agatha Nobilis was the most highly paid lady in the empire, aside from the royal family, so she could easily have made a killing.
The problem is with kidnapping.
Agatha let out a long sigh.
Enoch would be worried if he found out.
In a battle that was already won, there might be a time when he had to surrender because of her.
Maybe he could have been dragged away and imprisoned somewhere.
“What should I do?”
It was when Agatha, who was left on the bare floor without even a carpet, was muttering softly.
Squeak-
A door she didn't even know was there opened with a creaking sound.
The moment Agatha squinted her eyes at the sudden sunlight.
Agatha's eyes opened wide as she recognized the identity of the man who entered.
"Henry?"
“Hello, Agatha. You’re still pretty.”
Black hair, green eyes.
Although his handsome face was slightly roughened by his years in exile, it was clearly her fourth ex-husband, Baron Henry Insidio.
"For a moment."
The man who came in closed the door, and struck the candle with a flint.
His skills were quite adept, showing that his life in exile had not been in vain.
Henry smiled as he placed the lit candle next to him.
“Long time no see?”
“...It’s been six years.”
“That’s right. It’s been six years. Since you divorced me and got locked up in that shitty place of exile.”
Green eyes sparkled beneath his jet-black hair.
Agatha swallowed a groan inwardly.
Who would have thought that it was Henry Insidio who instigated the kidnapping?
She remembered Leonard's warning that the recent situation in the place of exile was suspicious.
Meanwhile, Henry, who had come closer, was playing with her long, golden hair.
“Is it because you’re still young? You look prettier than when you first became an adult.”
A slight shiver ran down her spine. Agatha gritted her teeth so as not to show it.
“You must have escaped from exile. His Majesty will be very angry if he finds out.”
“It’s okay. I’ll block everything. Nothing will happen. Just do it like you did to me. Easy, right?”
Agatha wondered why he ran away from exile.
It seemed like someone noticed the situation and made a comment to Henry.
Shr should have caught that person who was hanging around the place of exile.
She doesn't know how the inspection requested from the Ministry of Justice is going.
Agatha lowered her eyes, pretending not to know.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Henry. Why don’t you go back to exile now?”
“If I was just going to go back, I wouldn’t have kidnapped you.”
“If you go back now, I will seek His Majesty’s mercy.”
Henry, who was still playing with her hair, burst into laughter.
“That can’t be. If I go back now, I’ll just be locked up in that damn place of exile again. Oh, since I escaped from exile without permission, am I going to be executed now?”
He laughed out loud and grabbed Agatha's hair tightly.
“Neither you nor I can leave here until we get back everything you took from me.”
“...”
Six years must have been a long time. For a man who had been acting so well for a year to reveal his true nature.
Even his tone and attitude were rough, like that of a hooligan.
Agatha, who had been observing him without showing any signs of being jealous but had maintained a gentle demeanor on the outside, let out a long breath.
“Henry, you’ve changed so much. I don’t think you were like this before.”
“What was I like before?”
“You were so affectionate. That’s why I cared for you so much...”
The moment Agatha intentionally lowered her gaze, the man's green eyes shook slightly.
Agatha moistened her dry lips.
“Seeing you treat me like this, it seems like the Henry I knew is gone. Then from now on, I will only treat you as a kidnapper.”
“No, over there. Agatha?”
“Even if I say it’s not true, you won’t believe me. Yes, Henry. So what are you asking of me?”
The man who had been confident until just a moment ago hesitated with a puzzled look on his face.
“First, release me from exile.”
“I do not have the right to release a criminal.”
“That’s not it. You wrote that letter, not me.”
Henry, his eyes shining brightly, turned his face towards Agatha.
“Since we were a couple, you were the easiest person to touch my seal.”
The man came close enough that their lips could touch and grabbed her chin.
“Why didn’t I think of that back then?”
Agatha knew the answer. Henry had done a pretty good job of acting like a lover who was completely smitten with Agatha.
If Agatha hadn't heard Henry talking to his men that day, she might not have noticed it until the end.
She fakes it perfectly, and he rules Agatha out as a suspect.
What he did to cover Agatha's eyes ended up covering his own eyes as well.
“Did you write that annoying letter with your own hands?”
A pair of dark green eyes flashed nearby.
“That would be impossible. His Majesty’s investigators are not fools, Henry. You heard that the handwriting and seal on the letter were both found to be yours.”
“So, I didn’t do it!”
“Ugh... !”
The man who had suddenly shouted tightened his grip on her chin. When Agatha groaned, he quickly relaxed his grip and released her chin.
“...It wasn’t intentional.”
“It hurts.”
Before she knew it, tears were welling up in Agatha's purple eyes, which were like flower buds.
“Your hand too.”
“...”
Her wrists, tied behind her back, were still being rubbed by the rough rope.
A man with a dry face, muttering curses for a moment, released Agatha from her restraints.
“Damn.”
“Thank you, Henry.”
The moment she smiled sweetly, Henry turned his head to the side.
“Anyway, there are two things I want. The release from exile. And the return of everything you took. Got it?”
“But that’s impossible.”
“It will work out. You are Nobilis, right?”
Only then did Agatha free her hands and moan while touching her lips.
She licked her lips a little while ago and they stung.
The lips that had been sealed with a rough cloth seemed to be slightly torn.
“...Anyway, think about it. I’ll come tomorrow morning.”
Shoot, Henry blew out the candle and ran away, closing the door behind him.
As soon as he left, Agatha's expression changed and she held her breath for a long time in the dark room.
After checking seven times that there was no movement or breathing, she slowly got up.
'The window was around there.'
She walked slowly in the direction she had remembered. She moved quietly and quietly, and soon she found herself grabbing the curtain.
Unless she's been unconscious for more than a few days, she'll probably be in or near the capital.
Agatha opened the curtains, hoping to see a familiar place.
“...!”
Her long eyelashes fluttered in shock.
Under the cloudy sky where the sun is starting to set.
Surrounding this house, which looked like an old shack, were wide open fields and thick, densely growing trees.
A few horses tied up in what appears to be a makeshift stable, and two men who appear to be guarding the surroundings.
Agatha sat in front of the window with the curtains open. A cool breeze rose from the bare floor.
'By now, Sir Leon must have known that I was kidnapped.'
Henry boldly sneaked into the capital and kidnapped her.
Judging by his confident behavior, he must have done a good job of cleaning up after himself.
It seemed like it would take some time for the rescue, as there would be little evidence left.
'Enoch must not know about this in the meantime.'
He was in the middle of a territorial dispute right now. She couldn't afford to add insult to injury to a fight he was already struggling to win.
She doesn't know how far the smoke will go though.
“I have to hold on as long as I can.”
If trouble arose before salvation came, one had to escape on one's own.
She wished she knew where this place was.
Agatha, who was worried, had no choice but to hug her knees in the cool air and bury her head in them.
Anyway, she couldn't just sit still like this.
Meanwhile, Leon and the knights searched the Hall of Armand until the end of the performance but found nothing significant.
He was scanning the colorful procession of dresses leaving the concert hall just in case, but he couldn't help but feel his face harden.
“Sir Leon Takran?”
“...Madam Domunia.”
The one who suddenly appeared from somewhere and called him was Marchioness Iris Domunia, Agatha's closest confidant.
The two stood side by side in silence, watching the procession of nobles. Iris Domunia was the first to speak.
“It seems like the situation is quite serious.”
“...Yes.”
As soon as Agatha disappeared, Leon asked for the understanding of Madame Iris, who had accompanied the madam, through the knight.
"Madam asked me to tell you that she is not feeling well and will be returning home first."
But Leon and Iris knew too.
No matter how unwell she was, there was no way Agatha would have sent a messenger to convey the message on her behalf without first informing her closest aides.
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