Who is the Marquis of Mosley? Can he vouch for me?
Although I was curious, I pretended to be friendly with him and left the police station.
All the while, I searched my memory for the Marquis of Mosley. However, no matter how much I thought about it, it was a name I had never heard before.
As I came out, wondering inwardly, Henry, who had been waiting for me in front of the police station, waved his hand.
“Thank you for your hard work, Madam. I hope you didn’t have any trouble inside.”
“Nothing much happened. By the way, what happened, Sir Henry?”
Judith leaned close to Henry and asked in a small voice.
“The Marquis of Mosley vouched for me. Do you know him? Does he happen to know Sir Henry? He seems like a very special man.”
Even though I don't know who he is, he must be someone with a lot of power, since he was able to easily release an attempted murder suspect just because the Marquis had vouched for my identity.
“He is His Majesty the Emperor’s confidant.”
I see. I tried to recall if I had seen him in the original, but I couldn't quite remember.
Are there just one or two people close to the male protagonist? I can only remember the aide who left the unprecedented comment that Erne was a 'crazy guy.'
“And it’s not me, it’s Erne’s connections.”
“Lord Erne? So he has connections with Lord Erne too?”
I was startled.
“It was surprising that he had friends with that personality, but he also had connections who would readily grant him this favor. It’s even more surprising than when Mr. Cliff vomited blood.”
“It wasn’t worth saving you.”
I flinched at the voice that struck the back of my head. Erne turned his head and met my eyes as I looked at him, and he wiped his face with his palm.
“I have a bad personality, but it really makes me feel bad to hear that from you.”
“What’s your personality like? You're the kind of person who can live without the law.”
“Isn’t that something someone who just came out of the police department should say?”
Although he grumbled and responded, Erne was actually very flustered when Cliff collapsed and vomited blood.
Erne hesitated for a moment between Cliff being carried away groaning and Judith being dragged away by the police.
“If I’m arrested on suspicion of poisoning, how long will it take before I get out?”
“It will take at least a month. If Mr. Cliff dies, it will take another year. That’s assuming you're innocent.”
If you can't prove it, you'll get the death penalty. Erne nervously shook his head at Henry's additional explanation.
“Henry go to the Marquis of Mosley. Tell him of his death and ask him to help his wife, who he married just before he died, who is in a difficult situation.”
“Do you think the Marquis will help me with that?”
“He has a debt to pay, so he will help you.”
Erne sent Henry to Marquis Mosley and Erne went to the police. If he wanted to know the secret of his death, it would have been a wise choice to go to Cliff.
Whether Cliff died or not, he should have grabbed him by the collar and asked what he had done to him.
But her steps never slowed. Judith, who hadn't blinked at the sight of the assassin's body, was white-faced and helpless as she was led away.
Although I was curious, I pretended to be friendly with him and left the police station.
All the while, I searched my memory for the Marquis of Mosley. However, no matter how much I thought about it, it was a name I had never heard before.
As I came out, wondering inwardly, Henry, who had been waiting for me in front of the police station, waved his hand.
“Thank you for your hard work, Madam. I hope you didn’t have any trouble inside.”
“Nothing much happened. By the way, what happened, Sir Henry?”
Judith leaned close to Henry and asked in a small voice.
“The Marquis of Mosley vouched for me. Do you know him? Does he happen to know Sir Henry? He seems like a very special man.”
Even though I don't know who he is, he must be someone with a lot of power, since he was able to easily release an attempted murder suspect just because the Marquis had vouched for my identity.
“He is His Majesty the Emperor’s confidant.”
I see. I tried to recall if I had seen him in the original, but I couldn't quite remember.
Are there just one or two people close to the male protagonist? I can only remember the aide who left the unprecedented comment that Erne was a 'crazy guy.'
“And it’s not me, it’s Erne’s connections.”
“Lord Erne? So he has connections with Lord Erne too?”
I was startled.
“It was surprising that he had friends with that personality, but he also had connections who would readily grant him this favor. It’s even more surprising than when Mr. Cliff vomited blood.”
“It wasn’t worth saving you.”
I flinched at the voice that struck the back of my head. Erne turned his head and met my eyes as I looked at him, and he wiped his face with his palm.
“I have a bad personality, but it really makes me feel bad to hear that from you.”
“What’s your personality like? You're the kind of person who can live without the law.”
“Isn’t that something someone who just came out of the police department should say?”
Although he grumbled and responded, Erne was actually very flustered when Cliff collapsed and vomited blood.
Erne hesitated for a moment between Cliff being carried away groaning and Judith being dragged away by the police.
“If I’m arrested on suspicion of poisoning, how long will it take before I get out?”
“It will take at least a month. If Mr. Cliff dies, it will take another year. That’s assuming you're innocent.”
If you can't prove it, you'll get the death penalty. Erne nervously shook his head at Henry's additional explanation.
“Henry go to the Marquis of Mosley. Tell him of his death and ask him to help his wife, who he married just before he died, who is in a difficult situation.”
“Do you think the Marquis will help me with that?”
“He has a debt to pay, so he will help you.”
Erne sent Henry to Marquis Mosley and Erne went to the police. If he wanted to know the secret of his death, it would have been a wise choice to go to Cliff.
Whether Cliff died or not, he should have grabbed him by the collar and asked what he had done to him.
But her steps never slowed. Judith, who hadn't blinked at the sight of the assassin's body, was white-faced and helpless as she was led away.
After seeing that frightened face, Erne couldn't go anywhere else.
'It looks like he died and came back to life and retreated.'
He waited for Judith in front of the police station just in case something dangerous happened, but all she said in return was, "With that personality, do you have any connections?" It was annoying.
“So what happened to Mr. Cliff?”
“He said he was going to his own mansion to receive treatment.”
“I bet he's still alive?”
“I guess he should be alive,” Judith muttered worriedly.
“That’s the only way to receive compensation.”
“...”
Erne thought as he watched Judith talking about compensation as soon as she heard whether Cliff was alive or dead.
At least for him, the law is absolutely necessary.
***
“Ugh, hmph...”
The bleeding had stopped, but Cliff rolled around on the bed, clutching his throat as the pain burned.
“Hold on to his limbs.”
"Yes."
Four servants held Cliff's limbs as he writhed in pain. A doctor in a neat white gown approached, pressed Cliff's panting chest, and dripped medicine between his parted lips.
“Swallow it, then you will live.”
“Ugh...”
Cliff swallowed the medicine that was going down his throat as if he could hear the doctor's voice. Soon after, Cliff's struggle stopped.
“You guys, just go out and try.”
“Yes, butler.”
Even as the four servants who had been tying up his limbs hurried out of the room, the doctor continued to pour the medicine into Cliff's mouth little by little.
Only after he had finished drinking the bowl did Cliff's moans stop.
“Take a deep breath.”
As the doctor rose from the bed, the old butler approached and wiped away the blood that had formed like foam at the corner of Cliff's mouth.
"Ha."
As the pain subsided, Cliff's mind began to vaguely return.
That woman, that damn woman, is that the one who poisoned my tea?
Cliff turned to ask what had become of Judith.
“Ugh, ugh...”
Cliff frowned when he saw a doctor who was not his own, and then a raspy sound instead of a voice.
When he asked with his eyes who that doctor was, the doctor noticed his gaze and approached him with a gentle smile on his lips.
“Don’t you know me, Mr. Cliff? I’ve met you a few times before.”
Cliff's pupils trembled as if an earthquake had occurred as he saw the doctor's face approaching. How did Iza get here...?
“We are always by your side.”
He glanced back at the old butler. As if responding to his gaze, the butler nodded slightly.
Were those guys and the butler in cahoots? Cliff tried to clench his fists in betrayal, but he couldn't move a single finger.
Strange. Cliff tried to move his left hand, but it was the same. A dark fear filled Cliff's eyes as he realized that he couldn't move even one toe as he wanted.
“So, it would have been better if you had contacted us first before something like this happened.”
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, uh!”
“Don’t worry, if you get treatment you’ll be back to how you were in no time.”
The doctor smiled and comforted Cliff, who was struggling to get up.
“Of course, we will treat you with all our heart. Mr. Cliff is still someone we need. However, Mr. Cliff must promise not to speak carelessly.”
The assassin's visits stopped. And at the same time, Cliff disappeared somewhere.
“Did you find out anything?”
“I heard he went to a nursing home.”
After chasing Cliff for several days, Erne barely managed to find out Cliff's whereabouts.
The day he took Judith out of the police force, Erne went to see Cliff.
It was no big deal for Erne to sneak into Cliff's mansion, but he had no talent for waking up a patient who wouldn't wake up even when pinched.
When Erne went back to find Cliff, he had already gone somewhere. Erne had to move around busily for several days to find out where he had gone.
“Who in the world would run away from a nursing home in the middle of the night?”
Judith muttered to herself. There must be something wrong. Cliff was clearly about to confess before he started spitting up blood.
It seemed like he didn't know why Erne had come back to life, but Cliff was her only clue for now.
“Are you going to follow Cliff?”
Erne nodded. After Cliff became like that, the assassins stopped coming.
Now that the assassins are no longer coming, Judith can be left alone. Henry will often look after her.
“I plan to leave as soon as I get the fake ID.”
Erne still had no plans to let the world know that he was alive. However, he needed identification to follow Cliff, who had gone to another territory to recuperate.
In the end, Erne made a fake ID. He thought he could make it in a day using just a piece of paper, but he had to wait at least ten days because of the backlog of orders.
“Can’t it be faster?”
“The people who came before also have urgent matters, Sir.”
I have to make an appointment just to get a fake ID. What the heck is going on in this country?
In the end, Erne's schedule was postponed by ten days. It was not a problem, since it took time for Cliff's condition to improve.
The real problem lay elsewhere.
“Miss Harrington, aren’t you grateful that I used my old connections to get you out of prison?”
He sat down next to Judith, who was making candles.
“I guess you need something.”
Judith, who was very perceptive about this, got straight to the point. Then, was there any need for him to beat around the bush?
“Oh, just buy me a horse.”
“What?”
“Cliff went to recuperate in a carriage, so how could I follow him on foot?”
Judith tilted her head as she poured the dyed wax into a glass bottle.
“Oh, I wasn’t that grateful, but what should I do? I heard somewhere that you can lend a horse. Why don’t you borrow it and go?”
Erne was moved when Judith came out so shamelessly. Whether he was glaring or not, she filled one basket and took out another, saying:
“Please give me a basket.”
“Now you’re even trying to make me do work.”
“Then I’ll buy you some beef jerky.”
"Hmm."
“Thank you for your kindness. I’ll even buy you a new water bottle.”
“...”
A new water bottle with beef jerky.
Although it was an essential item for the long journey in pursuit of Cliff, it felt strange to hold the basket next to him while he waited for Judith to deliver the incense.
Rather than feeling unpleasant, Erne feels like a puppy that follows her around looking for a snack.
As Erne stood there frowning in a state of arrogance he had never felt before, Judith, who had finished her delivery, came out of Baron Briggs's residence.
Judging by her bright face, she must have received some kind of bribe. It was the moment when Erne took a step toward Judith.
A tall, handsome young man spoke to Judith.
“Over there, over there, lady.”
“Ugh, ugh...”
Cliff frowned when he saw a doctor who was not his own, and then a raspy sound instead of a voice.
When he asked with his eyes who that doctor was, the doctor noticed his gaze and approached him with a gentle smile on his lips.
“Don’t you know me, Mr. Cliff? I’ve met you a few times before.”
Cliff's pupils trembled as if an earthquake had occurred as he saw the doctor's face approaching. How did Iza get here...?
“We are always by your side.”
He glanced back at the old butler. As if responding to his gaze, the butler nodded slightly.
Were those guys and the butler in cahoots? Cliff tried to clench his fists in betrayal, but he couldn't move a single finger.
Strange. Cliff tried to move his left hand, but it was the same. A dark fear filled Cliff's eyes as he realized that he couldn't move even one toe as he wanted.
“So, it would have been better if you had contacted us first before something like this happened.”
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, uh!”
“Don’t worry, if you get treatment you’ll be back to how you were in no time.”
The doctor smiled and comforted Cliff, who was struggling to get up.
“Of course, we will treat you with all our heart. Mr. Cliff is still someone we need. However, Mr. Cliff must promise not to speak carelessly.”
***
The assassin's visits stopped. And at the same time, Cliff disappeared somewhere.
“Did you find out anything?”
“I heard he went to a nursing home.”
After chasing Cliff for several days, Erne barely managed to find out Cliff's whereabouts.
The day he took Judith out of the police force, Erne went to see Cliff.
It was no big deal for Erne to sneak into Cliff's mansion, but he had no talent for waking up a patient who wouldn't wake up even when pinched.
When Erne went back to find Cliff, he had already gone somewhere. Erne had to move around busily for several days to find out where he had gone.
“Who in the world would run away from a nursing home in the middle of the night?”
Judith muttered to herself. There must be something wrong. Cliff was clearly about to confess before he started spitting up blood.
It seemed like he didn't know why Erne had come back to life, but Cliff was her only clue for now.
“Are you going to follow Cliff?”
Erne nodded. After Cliff became like that, the assassins stopped coming.
Now that the assassins are no longer coming, Judith can be left alone. Henry will often look after her.
“I plan to leave as soon as I get the fake ID.”
Erne still had no plans to let the world know that he was alive. However, he needed identification to follow Cliff, who had gone to another territory to recuperate.
In the end, Erne made a fake ID. He thought he could make it in a day using just a piece of paper, but he had to wait at least ten days because of the backlog of orders.
“Can’t it be faster?”
“The people who came before also have urgent matters, Sir.”
I have to make an appointment just to get a fake ID. What the heck is going on in this country?
In the end, Erne's schedule was postponed by ten days. It was not a problem, since it took time for Cliff's condition to improve.
The real problem lay elsewhere.
“Miss Harrington, aren’t you grateful that I used my old connections to get you out of prison?”
He sat down next to Judith, who was making candles.
“I guess you need something.”
Judith, who was very perceptive about this, got straight to the point. Then, was there any need for him to beat around the bush?
“Oh, just buy me a horse.”
“What?”
“Cliff went to recuperate in a carriage, so how could I follow him on foot?”
Judith tilted her head as she poured the dyed wax into a glass bottle.
“Oh, I wasn’t that grateful, but what should I do? I heard somewhere that you can lend a horse. Why don’t you borrow it and go?”
Erne was moved when Judith came out so shamelessly. Whether he was glaring or not, she filled one basket and took out another, saying:
“Please give me a basket.”
“Now you’re even trying to make me do work.”
“Then I’ll buy you some beef jerky.”
"Hmm."
“Thank you for your kindness. I’ll even buy you a new water bottle.”
***
“...”
A new water bottle with beef jerky.
Although it was an essential item for the long journey in pursuit of Cliff, it felt strange to hold the basket next to him while he waited for Judith to deliver the incense.
Rather than feeling unpleasant, Erne feels like a puppy that follows her around looking for a snack.
As Erne stood there frowning in a state of arrogance he had never felt before, Judith, who had finished her delivery, came out of Baron Briggs's residence.
Judging by her bright face, she must have received some kind of bribe. It was the moment when Erne took a step toward Judith.
A tall, handsome young man spoke to Judith.
“Over there, over there, lady.”
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