Henry was still a member of the police force. He was currently on assignment at a store under the pretext of protecting Judith.
Of course, it was possible because of the arrangements of the Marquis of Mosley, under very exceptional circumstances.
“Your Grace, do I really have to return to the police station?”
“I think that’s what we should do for now.”
Henry's face darkened suddenly, as he was better suited to sales than the police force.
“Why all of a sudden?”
Judith's face, which had lost a hundred salespeople in an instant, was just as dark as Henry's.
“We have already received three anonymous reports that Sir Henry has violated the prohibition against holding multiple occupations.”
Judging by the identical handwriting, it seemed like the same person sent the three emails, but some things could be problematic.
“It is a protection job, but since it is selling rather than protecting, it may fall under the prohibition against concurrent employment.”
Judith gave Henry a salary. She couldn't give him much because of her circumstances, but she couldn't help but give him a penny for his hard work.
The problem was that Henry was still receiving a basic salary from the police force. It wasn't much money, but it was still a salary.
Judith also knew that Henry was receiving a salary. When Judith was worried about his salary, Henry told her that he was receiving a salary and that she did not need to pay him.
Still, Judith gave Henry as much as she could out of moral obligation.
'Honestly, I couldn't pay you a salary when you helped us sell more than anyone else.'
But she never dreamed that it would become a problem.
“If I return to the police force, will I be able to be dispatched again, Marquis?”
“Well, we’ll have to go back and find out.”
Cain trailed off. Even though he was in a position to lead the security force and had the Emperor’s trust, he couldn’t make an exception for just one of the security force knights.
If there was talk of favoritism towards one person, the discipline of the police force would be shaken. In a situation where the Followers had not yet been rooted out, it was dangerous for the discipline of the police force to be shaken.
“No, like this.”
Have you ever seen a dog like that? Judith grabbed her head and scratched the back of her neck.
Erne hurriedly grabbed Judith's wrist, but the bandage had already come off and the red wound was covered with nail marks.
“It’s become quite a habit.”
Erne grabbed both of Judith's wrists. Unable to scratch her neck, Judith bit her lips this time.
“...Then when can I return?”
“From two days later.”
“Two days later?”
Henry and Judith's faces turned tearful at the shocking sound.
“Sir Henry.”
Judith looked at Henry with tearful eyes. How am I going to run this store without you? What am I going to do with all those female customers who come to see your face?
"Ma'am."
Henry also looked at Judith with tearful eyes.
Oh, how can I go from serving clean guests in this fragrant place to catching those black guys and smelly criminals?
Henry and Judith looked at each other with eyes more desperate than those of lovers breaking up due to family opposition and then approached each other without saying who would go first.
Judith shook off Erne's hand and grabbed the two hands that Henry held out.
'I'd like to tell him to quit the police force and come to our store, but that won't work.'
The police force is a stable and good job. You get a regular paycheck, and when you retire, you get a pension. It's nothing compared to a candle shop.
“Thank you very much for everything, Sir Henry.”
“Even when I return to the police station, I will think about this place a lot.”
Henry's eyes were moist. He really was perfect for the sales job. No matter what he did, it wasn't hard, and it was truly rewarding whenever he had a regular customer.
'If I quit the police force and come here, Madam will feel burdened. She'll have to pay me more than she does now. I'm not sure if quitting the police force is a good choice.'
Henry and Judith hugged each other in regret.
'These?'
Erne's eyes sparkled as he looked at Henry and Judith, who were grieving like ill-fated lovers, even though they would never see each other again.
No, your husband's eyes are wide open, and you're not only holding his hand, you're hugging him?
'How long are you going to do that?'
Erne wanted to break them up right away, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was a petty person who would interfere with their relationship.
One is a friend, and the other is just a wife on paper. And, ridiculously, the two of them have been together longer than he has.
Above all, the two of them did not act that way because they had any particularly evil intentions. Judith was acting that way because she had lost a capable employee, and Henry was acting that way because he did not want to go back to the police force, which was not a good fit for him.
I know, I know,
'But I still don't like the sight of it.'
That's right. Fortunately, the moment Erne, who couldn't stand to watch, tried to forcefully separate the two, Henry and Judith broke away first, feeling regret.
“You feel guilty, Erne.”
Cain looked at the two and placed his hand over his heart.
“I feel like I did something terrible.”
Erne looked down at Cain, who had a sad expression on his face, with sad eyes.
“My poor handling of affairs has caused the two of you to drift apart. I have become a stumbling block to them.”
...What are you?
“...”
The boy's bright yellow eyes couldn't take their eyes off the ID card on the desk. Even though he had paid a lot of money and waited a long time to receive the elaborate fake ID card, the boy was not happy at all.
It was because of the news that Omar brought with him along with this ID card.
“Baron Morbius is dead.”
“The Baron is dead? Why?”
“I haven’t looked into it in detail. There’s a security force stationed all around the Baron’s townhouse... But I heard from others that the Baron killed someone.”
“Killing people?”
“Yes, they say he bit off its neck and drank its blood.”
The explanation was meager, but the boy immediately realized what had happened. Despite his warnings, Lionel had crossed a river from which he could not return.
“I guess he was caught by the police while attacking someone else?”
“As far as I know, he attacked Miss Judith Harrington and got attacked instead.”
“Judith Harrington? I told him not to approach her like that, but I guess he got attacked by Lord Erne Rhineland.”
“I think so. But there is a strange rumor. It is said that the Baron died of old age.”
With strange incidents and bizarre deaths, rumors about Baron Morbius spread throughout the capital.
Omar bowed his head and apologized for not being able to check it himself, but there was no need for him to do so.
'He disobeyed every warning I gave, so he died of old age as a side effect.'
But what the boy was curious about was why Lionel started sucking blood.
He has been taking the dosage properly until now, so why did he suddenly start taking a lot of medicine?
“I don’t know if this has anything to do with the incident or not, but I heard that the Baron proposed to Miss Judith Harrington and was soundly rejected.”
“You said earlier that he died trying to suck Judith Harrington’s blood.”
“I guess it’s because of the grudge he has from being rejected by Miss Harrington.”
I told you not to approach Judith Harrington.
The boy sighed and asked what had happened to his order to spy on Judith Harrington.
“Well, even if I just followed Miss Harrington around for a little while, Sir Erne would catch her off guard so much that I couldn’t even attempt a full-scale stalking.”
At first, he disguised himself as a passerby and spied on Judith.
However, it was said that Erne would openly glare at him or come up to him and ask him what was going on whenever he appeared near Judith.
'Is this a bad relationship?'
The potion to change eye color and the fake ID were all prepared, but the most important person, Lionel, was dead.
If I just inherited the land, I could have lived a luxurious life as a noble in the South!
'This fucking skin color.'
There were many nobles in the North, the West, and even the entire Empire, but there was a reason why he chose the Southern nobles. It was because of their tanned skin color.
In the southern part, where there were many sea people, there were many nobles with copper-colored skin. Some even deliberately got sunburned.
So, in the South, if you could somehow change the color of your eyes, you could naturally live like a noble.
So he deliberately chose a target among the southern nobility, invested time and money into it, and now it's all gone down the drain.
Because of none other than Erne and Judith.
“Oh my, this really annoys me, every time.”
The boy swore, not knowing what to do with his rising anger.
“I tried to leave it alone, but I’m anxious because you can’t disturb me...”
The boy who had been muttering, unable to control his anger, stopped.
“Wait a minute, why are you interrupting me without knowing anything?”
Of course, it was possible because of the arrangements of the Marquis of Mosley, under very exceptional circumstances.
“Your Grace, do I really have to return to the police station?”
“I think that’s what we should do for now.”
Henry's face darkened suddenly, as he was better suited to sales than the police force.
“Why all of a sudden?”
Judith's face, which had lost a hundred salespeople in an instant, was just as dark as Henry's.
“We have already received three anonymous reports that Sir Henry has violated the prohibition against holding multiple occupations.”
Judging by the identical handwriting, it seemed like the same person sent the three emails, but some things could be problematic.
“It is a protection job, but since it is selling rather than protecting, it may fall under the prohibition against concurrent employment.”
Judith gave Henry a salary. She couldn't give him much because of her circumstances, but she couldn't help but give him a penny for his hard work.
The problem was that Henry was still receiving a basic salary from the police force. It wasn't much money, but it was still a salary.
Judith also knew that Henry was receiving a salary. When Judith was worried about his salary, Henry told her that he was receiving a salary and that she did not need to pay him.
Still, Judith gave Henry as much as she could out of moral obligation.
'Honestly, I couldn't pay you a salary when you helped us sell more than anyone else.'
But she never dreamed that it would become a problem.
“If I return to the police force, will I be able to be dispatched again, Marquis?”
“Well, we’ll have to go back and find out.”
Cain trailed off. Even though he was in a position to lead the security force and had the Emperor’s trust, he couldn’t make an exception for just one of the security force knights.
If there was talk of favoritism towards one person, the discipline of the police force would be shaken. In a situation where the Followers had not yet been rooted out, it was dangerous for the discipline of the police force to be shaken.
“No, like this.”
Have you ever seen a dog like that? Judith grabbed her head and scratched the back of her neck.
Erne hurriedly grabbed Judith's wrist, but the bandage had already come off and the red wound was covered with nail marks.
“It’s become quite a habit.”
Erne grabbed both of Judith's wrists. Unable to scratch her neck, Judith bit her lips this time.
“...Then when can I return?”
“From two days later.”
“Two days later?”
Henry and Judith's faces turned tearful at the shocking sound.
“Sir Henry.”
Judith looked at Henry with tearful eyes. How am I going to run this store without you? What am I going to do with all those female customers who come to see your face?
"Ma'am."
Henry also looked at Judith with tearful eyes.
Oh, how can I go from serving clean guests in this fragrant place to catching those black guys and smelly criminals?
Henry and Judith looked at each other with eyes more desperate than those of lovers breaking up due to family opposition and then approached each other without saying who would go first.
Judith shook off Erne's hand and grabbed the two hands that Henry held out.
'I'd like to tell him to quit the police force and come to our store, but that won't work.'
The police force is a stable and good job. You get a regular paycheck, and when you retire, you get a pension. It's nothing compared to a candle shop.
“Thank you very much for everything, Sir Henry.”
“Even when I return to the police station, I will think about this place a lot.”
Henry's eyes were moist. He really was perfect for the sales job. No matter what he did, it wasn't hard, and it was truly rewarding whenever he had a regular customer.
'If I quit the police force and come here, Madam will feel burdened. She'll have to pay me more than she does now. I'm not sure if quitting the police force is a good choice.'
Henry and Judith hugged each other in regret.
'These?'
Erne's eyes sparkled as he looked at Henry and Judith, who were grieving like ill-fated lovers, even though they would never see each other again.
No, your husband's eyes are wide open, and you're not only holding his hand, you're hugging him?
'How long are you going to do that?'
Erne wanted to break them up right away, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was a petty person who would interfere with their relationship.
One is a friend, and the other is just a wife on paper. And, ridiculously, the two of them have been together longer than he has.
Above all, the two of them did not act that way because they had any particularly evil intentions. Judith was acting that way because she had lost a capable employee, and Henry was acting that way because he did not want to go back to the police force, which was not a good fit for him.
I know, I know,
'But I still don't like the sight of it.'
That's right. Fortunately, the moment Erne, who couldn't stand to watch, tried to forcefully separate the two, Henry and Judith broke away first, feeling regret.
“You feel guilty, Erne.”
Cain looked at the two and placed his hand over his heart.
“I feel like I did something terrible.”
Erne looked down at Cain, who had a sad expression on his face, with sad eyes.
“My poor handling of affairs has caused the two of you to drift apart. I have become a stumbling block to them.”
...What are you?
***
“...”
The boy's bright yellow eyes couldn't take their eyes off the ID card on the desk. Even though he had paid a lot of money and waited a long time to receive the elaborate fake ID card, the boy was not happy at all.
It was because of the news that Omar brought with him along with this ID card.
“Baron Morbius is dead.”
“The Baron is dead? Why?”
“I haven’t looked into it in detail. There’s a security force stationed all around the Baron’s townhouse... But I heard from others that the Baron killed someone.”
“Killing people?”
“Yes, they say he bit off its neck and drank its blood.”
The explanation was meager, but the boy immediately realized what had happened. Despite his warnings, Lionel had crossed a river from which he could not return.
“I guess he was caught by the police while attacking someone else?”
“As far as I know, he attacked Miss Judith Harrington and got attacked instead.”
“Judith Harrington? I told him not to approach her like that, but I guess he got attacked by Lord Erne Rhineland.”
“I think so. But there is a strange rumor. It is said that the Baron died of old age.”
With strange incidents and bizarre deaths, rumors about Baron Morbius spread throughout the capital.
Omar bowed his head and apologized for not being able to check it himself, but there was no need for him to do so.
'He disobeyed every warning I gave, so he died of old age as a side effect.'
But what the boy was curious about was why Lionel started sucking blood.
He has been taking the dosage properly until now, so why did he suddenly start taking a lot of medicine?
“I don’t know if this has anything to do with the incident or not, but I heard that the Baron proposed to Miss Judith Harrington and was soundly rejected.”
“You said earlier that he died trying to suck Judith Harrington’s blood.”
“I guess it’s because of the grudge he has from being rejected by Miss Harrington.”
I told you not to approach Judith Harrington.
The boy sighed and asked what had happened to his order to spy on Judith Harrington.
“Well, even if I just followed Miss Harrington around for a little while, Sir Erne would catch her off guard so much that I couldn’t even attempt a full-scale stalking.”
At first, he disguised himself as a passerby and spied on Judith.
However, it was said that Erne would openly glare at him or come up to him and ask him what was going on whenever he appeared near Judith.
'Is this a bad relationship?'
The potion to change eye color and the fake ID were all prepared, but the most important person, Lionel, was dead.
If I just inherited the land, I could have lived a luxurious life as a noble in the South!
'This fucking skin color.'
There were many nobles in the North, the West, and even the entire Empire, but there was a reason why he chose the Southern nobles. It was because of their tanned skin color.
In the southern part, where there were many sea people, there were many nobles with copper-colored skin. Some even deliberately got sunburned.
So, in the South, if you could somehow change the color of your eyes, you could naturally live like a noble.
So he deliberately chose a target among the southern nobility, invested time and money into it, and now it's all gone down the drain.
Because of none other than Erne and Judith.
“Oh my, this really annoys me, every time.”
The boy swore, not knowing what to do with his rising anger.
“I tried to leave it alone, but I’m anxious because you can’t disturb me...”
The boy who had been muttering, unable to control his anger, stopped.
“Wait a minute, why are you interrupting me without knowing anything?”
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