“The items you ordered have arrived.”
It was Henry Insidio, her fourth ex-husband. Two knights who followed him placed a bed in front of Agatha.
“The water to wash in is outside. The clothes to change into are here. Are you satisfied now?”
It was an indoor dress that looked comfortable to move in, although it was obviously not as good of a quality as the one she was wearing.
The shoes were also indoor shoes with lower heels and softer soles than the ones she was wearing now.
Although both were for indoor use, it felt like there was an evil intention behind it, but Agatha was rather pleased.
A lightweight indoor dress will help her escape rather than a heavy, restrictive going-out dress.
It might be a little cold, but she could handle it.
“Not bad, but there’s one thing missing, Henry.”
“What is it?”
“Here, do you want to lay out this bedding?”
“...”
Henry and the knights' faces turned pale as they scanned the dark room following Agatha's gaze.
“I’m going to wash up, so please clean up for me.”
“This...! Haa.”
Henry, who had been holding back his anger, covered his face and gestured to the knights.
The knights' faces were distorted.
Agatha stood up from her seat, holding new clothes and shoes. She was happy to use the water she had prepared for washing.
“Where is the bathroom?”
“This way.”
Outside the door, another knight appeared before Agatha.
On the first day, it was the expressionless knight who came in carrying a tray.
Judging from the fact that he remained here without being called out on errands, this person must be the leader of the knights.
It was unusual to see Agatha remain calm even when she was asked to clean up.
'It seems like interest will be the biggest obstacle to escape.'
Agatha went to the place the knight pointed to. When she opened the door, she felt a warm heat.
The bathroom had hot water as if it had been hastily prepared in response to the request for a shower.
However, there was no maid to help with the bath as there had been during meal times.
“I don’t know if you can wash by yourself.”
Henry, who had followed Agatja without her noticing, started complaining.
“I know how to do it well enough.”
After saying that, Agatha put her clothes down in the corner of the bathroom and stared blankly at Henry.
“Henry. You’re not going to watch me wash, are you?”
“No way.”
After Henry closed the door and left.
Before bathing, Agatha fixed her tangled hair and gathered the gorgeous jeweled pins she had stuck in it into one place.
In the meantime, she took off her dusty and crumpled dress and all her accessories and put them in one place.
All that remained was a ring for identification and a light bracelet.
'I should keep at least one bracelet for emergencies.'
In the first place, she didn't ask for bath water to wash. She wanted to get out of the locked room and figure out the situation.
'There were four, excluding Henry, I think.'
There were fewer of them than she thought. They probably used their brains to avoid leaving any traces.
'Thanks to you, I'll be able to escape okay.'
The house that Agatha was kept in was an old shack with only two or three rooms, a dining room that doubled as a hall, a bathroom, and a makeshift stable.
As soon as she came out after a quick shower and changing clothes, Henry, who had been waiting at the door, clung to her.
“Isn’t it okay now that you’ve washed up? How about we continue the conversation we were having earlier?”
It was late at night. Agatha checked the box full of liquor bottles hanging at the edge of her vision.
“I’m tired. Let’s rest and talk tomorrow, Henry. There’s no rush, is there?”
Agatha yawned languidly and headed back to her original room.
The room she entered after passing the knights was tidied up so cleanly that she couldn't recognize it.
Plus, there's bedding spread out nicely in the center.
“Thanks to you, I can sleep well tonight. Sleep well, Henry.”
Henry and the knights' faces, gaping as if speechless, disappeared through the closed door.
Bang!
Agatha thought as she lay on the bedding spread on the hard floor.
The new clothes and bedding were of inferior quality to what she had been used to, but they were all luxury items intended for the nobility.
'I'm sure he went to the capital and came back.'
Although Agatha was extremely tired from being kidnapped to an unfamiliar place and not being able to eat or sleep properly, she smiled.
It was because she had a feeling that the bottle of alcohol she saw as she came in would create an opportunity someday.
From then on, Henry had to send knights to the capital every day to buy food for Agatha to eat.
Sometimes she had to offer bath water.
From today onwards, she was determined to go for a walk around the cabin.
“Ha! Even if I die soon, I will be Nobilis!”
After Agatha went back to her room, Henry couldn't stand it anymore and screamed at Barak.
Even when she was kidnapped and had no one to help her, Agatha remained confident.
It felt like he was back in time six years ago when he got married and whispered false promises of love.
He couldn't just suppress Agatha, who kept making demands on him, because Agatha was the only one who would release him from exile and give him money.
He didn't completely believe Agatha's explanation, though.
In any case, if Agatha wanted him exiled, the Emperor would only release him if she wanted him to.
“I should have just killed her after I got married and had her child.”
Henry was dying because he regretted the past times when he bowed down to look good.
Henry, feeling a little sick, had recently started to pour alcohol, unable to break his habit. The amount gradually increased, and now it was as much as he had drunk in exile.
Gulp, gulp-
Because of that, the knights had to buy Agatha's food, something to eat for them, and even something to drink for Henry.
The knights' faces darkened.
“My lord, can you drink like that? If that woman runs away-”
“Where is this place where you think that woman can escape?”
Henry threw down the bottle of alcohol he had finished drinking, dispelling the sound of his worried voice.
“It’s a remote place, four hours away from the capital. Even if she runs away, she's in the palm of my hand. She doesn’t even know where to go, so what can she do?”
“That is true, but.”
“You saw them too, but weren’t she really quiet? Even though she was demanding and acting like she was going to live here. Damn it.”
The bottle of alcohol he had just finished breaking broke again. Perhaps because he was still sick from drinking so much, Henry opened a new bottle and started drinking again.
There were also times when he was angry.
He was confined to a place of exile and drank only alcohol. After not drinking for a few days, the alcohol tasted very sweet.
It was even more delicious because he was drinking high-quality liquor that he couldn't even afford in the countryside.
If he wants to continue drinking such high-end liquor, Agatha needs to pay a generous amount of compensation.
Henry rolled his eyes, his eyes slightly glazed over.
“I guess it won’t work. We’ll have to try another way.”
“...”
The moment when Henry becomes increasingly violent.
Finally, Agatha, who had been quietly hiding in her bed, quietly put on her shoes and got up.
Outside, the sound of people drinking, looking for more alcohol, and making noise was loud.
Drinking parties that used to only happen during the day are now happening at night too.
Moreover, the knights who returned a little while ago brought more crates of liquor.
Maybe there will be drinking all night tonight.
Agatha carefully opened the curtains and looked outside the slightly open window.
It must have been effective to remain quiet, because, unlike the first day, there was no one guarding the outside.
'That's fortunate.'
She knew that her recent demands to leave a trace were wearing away at the patience of Henry and the knights.
On the surface, she made the request leisurely.
In fact, Agatha also knew that she was slowly reaching her limit.
It was the same today. When they went out to eat, Henry was drinking openly and glaring at her fiercely.
'They'll be using coercive means soon.'
If she tries to escape at least once before that, she won't regret it.
The situation was not good enough to just wait for someone to come to the rescue.
Even though it's been over a week since she was kidnapped, there's still no sign of rescue.
Agatha decided to escape boldly.
Luckily, she was trapped on the first floor.
It was a position where one could easily steal the horse and escape if one did not make a sound.
Agatha slowly and carefully pushed the old window open.
Is it because, unlike usual, she really intends to run away?
The sound of old wooden windows being dragged seemed particularly loud.
Squeak-
One of the windows that had not moved at all began to slowly open.
Agatha didn't push herself too hard, and when the window opened wide enough for her to fit through, she grabbed the window frame and threw one leg over the other.
The only consolation is that the yard is not well maintained, so there are a lot of weeds under the windows.
'I have to hold on to the window frame as much as possible and go down quietly.'
Agatha desperately held onto the window frame and the wall and began to lower herself to the ground, one leg at a time.
Her arms were shaking, but she managed to land on the floor without making a sound.
There was a very faint sound of the dress and legs swishing against the bushes.
Agatha, who had been holding her breath for a few seconds, checked the still noisy situation in the cabin and then quietly moved towards the temporary stable.
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