“I don’t know what kind of relationship James Morak has with Her Royal Highness the Grand Duchess.”
On the subject of dropping bombs, Owen continued shamelessly.
“However, Her Highness the Grand Duchess is in constant contact with him, and he provides her with contraceptives...”
“Are you trying to say that James Morak is Cecilia’s government?”
Eden interrupted him by speaking first. Owen was a little taken aback to see Eden not panicking.
“Aren’t you afraid of getting your throat cut for telling nonsense?”
It was a warning not to shed blood, but that was only when there was a good reason to do so. It was a different story for Owen to come to him and start a fight out of the blue and tarnish Cecilia's honor.
“Well, somehow, Her Highness the Grand Duchess is not fulfilling her duty.”
Owen changed the subject hastily.
“Whether it’s royalty or nobility, all marriages are for the sake of the heir. But why are you taking contraceptives?”
And by highlighting Cecilia's wrongdoings, he emphasized that Eden was not enjoying his due rights. Enon held his breath and watched Eden's expression.
“Your Highness didn’t know that! This is clearly a breach of contract and no different from a fraudulent marriage!”
Owen's mouth couldn't be shut. If everything Owen said was true, then there was nothing he could do, even if it meant incurring such accusations.
“...Why do you think I didn’t know?”
At that moment, Eden asked Owen a question. Everyone in the office froze. Owen was barely able to play with his creaking mouth.
“Don’t think that I don’t know what you know.”
Eden covered Owen's mouth with a cold voice. Owen was speechless and could only open his mouth.
“It’s not worth talking about any further.”
Eden waved his hand with an annoyed expression and shook the call bell on his desk.
“Did you call, Your Highness?”
“Take him out. And don’t ever let him into the mansion again.”
The butler bowed deeply and received the order.
“You knew? You really did all this...!”
After a brief commotion, Owen was dragged out. A terrible silence fell over the office, but Enon could not easily open his mouth.
“Keep watching to make sure he doesn’t talk nonsense.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“If necessary, you can get rid of it.”
In the end, Eden spoke first. Enon replied that he would follow Eden's orders without expressing his opinion.
“And learn again about the effects of the herb called Raditus.”
“...”
“I wonder if Owen Casper was talking nonsense.”
The confusion and bewilderment that confronted Eden was beyond even his ability to fathom.
The actress playing Diana Weavers and the actress playing the woman who sees the future adjusted their clothes. It was soon time for the third Prince, Damon, to arrive.
“This is the last time, so don’t be nervous and do it.”
Diego, wearing a mask that covered his eyes, gave the order. The actors, who knew they were real extremists, nodded their heads with grim expressions.
“Can I just answer as you wrote?”
"Yes."
“But if you have any questions other than what I have written...”
“You have to change the subject naturally.”
The tone of his voice was cold, asking how much compensation he could possibly give them and why they couldn't even do that much.
“His Highness the Third Prince has arrived.”
“I will be watching over you, so do your job faithfully.”
Diego, who had given the final piece of advice, quietly hid himself. Not long after, Damon strode in.
“Welcome, Your Highness the Third Prince.”
Damon nodded dryly in greeting.
“You were right.”
“..."
“I won the second competition, and His Majesty the Emperor has not given up any subject yet.”
Damon spoke, leaning back in his chair arrogantly. The actor speaking for Cecilia, who had been listening quietly, slowly opened his mouth.
“As I have already told you, His Majesty the Emperor will not raise any topic until the day of the competition.”
Silence flowed between the three of them as if telling them to continue talking.
“And on election day, we will ask you to discuss the social issues that you think most need to be addressed.”
Damon blinked. Since they had discussed politics and economics, he had thought they would ask about social issues this time. However, he had not expected that they would be asked to discuss social issues and corrective measures that they had been thinking about without any specific topic.
“Hmm...”
“And there is only one thing on his mind right now.”
Damon, who had been rubbing his chin as if lost in thought, straightened his back and leaned his upper body forward.
“What is that?”
Ilya didn't even go to her father's funeral. She only heard from her brother that her father had been dressed in clean clothes and cremated.
It was all because of the decision of Malone, a husband who was not like any other husband.
'What if you run away to your father's funeral and don't come back?'
'I told you I would never do that!'
Even though Ilya was screaming like a crazy woman, Malone just laughed at her. He then said that he couldn't trust her and that he couldn't send her out.
'As promised, take over the business and then leave. Then I will consider you to have fulfilled your duty and will not stop you.'
She could count on one hand the number of nights she spent with Malone, who had a perverted temperament. With that much stress, she couldn't have a child easily.
'If you want to leave this house before then, pay me back. The money you stole like a thief by manipulating the ledgers is all the property of the Viscount Jackinson family.'
If that wasn't embezzlement, then what was it? That was what made her even more distressed because she couldn't deny that she had secretly embezzled the property and accumulated it for the reconstruction of the Count Nova.
'My father died. He passed away so suddenly and unexpectedly, so how can I not go to the funeral?'
Malone chuckled as he watched Ilya cry.
'Then why are you bringing up divorce?'
'...'
'Do you feel good about making a fool of the Viscount Jackinson all over the place? You don't even seem grateful when I save you from drowning.'
And with a cold face, he condemned Ilya for what she had done. The real traitor was him. The one who came to her with false promises of love, pretended to save her, and pushed her into the abyss was Malone Jackinson.
'You will never escape the Jackinson family.'
Malone lifted Ilya's chin up as she sank to the floor, exhausted, and whispered cruelly.
“Ugh...”
As she recalled the memories of that day, tears flowed down her face. Ilya sobbed alone on the bed that felt like hell. She couldn't figure out what had gone wrong, so she just kept crying.
Her grandmother was always affectionate, her mother was elegant, her father was the epitome of a dignified nobleman, and her brother was always friendly. They were all shattered like a broken mirror. All that was left were the remains of a tragedy.
“Did you hear? Viscount Jackinson is back.”
“Are you here to hand over the title already?”
It was while Ilya was ruminating on her own tragedy that she heard the voices of the maids whispering, their footsteps as quiet as possible. It seemed that the door had not yet closed.
“No, I don’t think so. It must have been quite noisy lately. I think he came here to say something.”
What is one word? Who would teach whom? They were all the same people. Didn't Viscount Jacinson and his wife sell that piece of trash to her as the best grooms?
“...”
But then suddenly, this thought occurred to me.
If it were Viscount Jackinson, wouldn't he allow me to divorce if I said I would quietly disappear without revealing the secret of the Viscount Jackinson family to anyone? Wouldn't he at least allow me to see my brother once?
Ilya, who was crazy about that thought, hurriedly put on a shawl over her pajamas and left the bedroom. She had left in such a hurry that she was barefoot and couldn't even put on indoor slippers.
“Where is my father-in-law?”
The maids looked at Ilya as if she were a crazy woman. However, they could not ignore Ilya, so they pointed to the reception room with trembling faces.
“...I wonder if it’s really necessary to hold on to it.”
Just as she was about to grab the handle and pull it a little, she heard the voice of Count Jackinson. At the same time, a faint glimmer of hope appeared on Ilya's face, who was trying to shamelessly stick her face out.
“If I get married again, the same problem might arise. If that’s the case, it’s better to use the person I already have.”
But Malone crushed Ilya's faint hope.
“Ilya embezzled the family’s money and didn’t even fulfill her duties as a wife. She acts like a crazy woman. Even if she enjoys a free life later, everyone will be on my side.”
It meant that there was no better excuse for her escapades than the crazy Ilya. Her teeth were chattering.
“This is how it is. I’m going to get rid of all the men in that family, put Ilya in a mental hospital, and then take the countship. Then, even if I hand over the countship to Joseph and live comfortably, it will be possible to protect the honor of the Jackinson countship.”
It seemed like he knew that she was a traitor. Malone, who wanted to escape the oppression of his parents and family, confidently told her his plan. Ilya's hands, which were gripping the handle with anger, trembled.
“It doesn’t matter as long as there is no evidence that I came forward.”
“...But isn’t it possible that something like that could happen?”
The only good thing was that Count Jackinson didn't agree with him. He was at least uncomfortable with the idea of instigating someone's death. That was when Ilya was just thinking that it was a good thing.
“I already killed Count Nova.”
On the subject of dropping bombs, Owen continued shamelessly.
“However, Her Highness the Grand Duchess is in constant contact with him, and he provides her with contraceptives...”
“Are you trying to say that James Morak is Cecilia’s government?”
Eden interrupted him by speaking first. Owen was a little taken aback to see Eden not panicking.
“Aren’t you afraid of getting your throat cut for telling nonsense?”
It was a warning not to shed blood, but that was only when there was a good reason to do so. It was a different story for Owen to come to him and start a fight out of the blue and tarnish Cecilia's honor.
“Well, somehow, Her Highness the Grand Duchess is not fulfilling her duty.”
Owen changed the subject hastily.
“Whether it’s royalty or nobility, all marriages are for the sake of the heir. But why are you taking contraceptives?”
And by highlighting Cecilia's wrongdoings, he emphasized that Eden was not enjoying his due rights. Enon held his breath and watched Eden's expression.
“Your Highness didn’t know that! This is clearly a breach of contract and no different from a fraudulent marriage!”
Owen's mouth couldn't be shut. If everything Owen said was true, then there was nothing he could do, even if it meant incurring such accusations.
“...Why do you think I didn’t know?”
At that moment, Eden asked Owen a question. Everyone in the office froze. Owen was barely able to play with his creaking mouth.
“Don’t think that I don’t know what you know.”
Eden covered Owen's mouth with a cold voice. Owen was speechless and could only open his mouth.
“It’s not worth talking about any further.”
Eden waved his hand with an annoyed expression and shook the call bell on his desk.
“Did you call, Your Highness?”
“Take him out. And don’t ever let him into the mansion again.”
The butler bowed deeply and received the order.
“You knew? You really did all this...!”
After a brief commotion, Owen was dragged out. A terrible silence fell over the office, but Enon could not easily open his mouth.
“Keep watching to make sure he doesn’t talk nonsense.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“If necessary, you can get rid of it.”
In the end, Eden spoke first. Enon replied that he would follow Eden's orders without expressing his opinion.
“And learn again about the effects of the herb called Raditus.”
“...”
“I wonder if Owen Casper was talking nonsense.”
The confusion and bewilderment that confronted Eden was beyond even his ability to fathom.
***
The actress playing Diana Weavers and the actress playing the woman who sees the future adjusted their clothes. It was soon time for the third Prince, Damon, to arrive.
“This is the last time, so don’t be nervous and do it.”
Diego, wearing a mask that covered his eyes, gave the order. The actors, who knew they were real extremists, nodded their heads with grim expressions.
“Can I just answer as you wrote?”
"Yes."
“But if you have any questions other than what I have written...”
“You have to change the subject naturally.”
The tone of his voice was cold, asking how much compensation he could possibly give them and why they couldn't even do that much.
“His Highness the Third Prince has arrived.”
“I will be watching over you, so do your job faithfully.”
Diego, who had given the final piece of advice, quietly hid himself. Not long after, Damon strode in.
“Welcome, Your Highness the Third Prince.”
Damon nodded dryly in greeting.
“You were right.”
“..."
“I won the second competition, and His Majesty the Emperor has not given up any subject yet.”
Damon spoke, leaning back in his chair arrogantly. The actor speaking for Cecilia, who had been listening quietly, slowly opened his mouth.
“As I have already told you, His Majesty the Emperor will not raise any topic until the day of the competition.”
Silence flowed between the three of them as if telling them to continue talking.
“And on election day, we will ask you to discuss the social issues that you think most need to be addressed.”
Damon blinked. Since they had discussed politics and economics, he had thought they would ask about social issues this time. However, he had not expected that they would be asked to discuss social issues and corrective measures that they had been thinking about without any specific topic.
“Hmm...”
“And there is only one thing on his mind right now.”
Damon, who had been rubbing his chin as if lost in thought, straightened his back and leaned his upper body forward.
“What is that?”
***
Ilya didn't even go to her father's funeral. She only heard from her brother that her father had been dressed in clean clothes and cremated.
It was all because of the decision of Malone, a husband who was not like any other husband.
'What if you run away to your father's funeral and don't come back?'
'I told you I would never do that!'
Even though Ilya was screaming like a crazy woman, Malone just laughed at her. He then said that he couldn't trust her and that he couldn't send her out.
'As promised, take over the business and then leave. Then I will consider you to have fulfilled your duty and will not stop you.'
She could count on one hand the number of nights she spent with Malone, who had a perverted temperament. With that much stress, she couldn't have a child easily.
'If you want to leave this house before then, pay me back. The money you stole like a thief by manipulating the ledgers is all the property of the Viscount Jackinson family.'
If that wasn't embezzlement, then what was it? That was what made her even more distressed because she couldn't deny that she had secretly embezzled the property and accumulated it for the reconstruction of the Count Nova.
'My father died. He passed away so suddenly and unexpectedly, so how can I not go to the funeral?'
Malone chuckled as he watched Ilya cry.
'Then why are you bringing up divorce?'
'...'
'Do you feel good about making a fool of the Viscount Jackinson all over the place? You don't even seem grateful when I save you from drowning.'
And with a cold face, he condemned Ilya for what she had done. The real traitor was him. The one who came to her with false promises of love, pretended to save her, and pushed her into the abyss was Malone Jackinson.
'You will never escape the Jackinson family.'
Malone lifted Ilya's chin up as she sank to the floor, exhausted, and whispered cruelly.
“Ugh...”
As she recalled the memories of that day, tears flowed down her face. Ilya sobbed alone on the bed that felt like hell. She couldn't figure out what had gone wrong, so she just kept crying.
Her grandmother was always affectionate, her mother was elegant, her father was the epitome of a dignified nobleman, and her brother was always friendly. They were all shattered like a broken mirror. All that was left were the remains of a tragedy.
“Did you hear? Viscount Jackinson is back.”
“Are you here to hand over the title already?”
It was while Ilya was ruminating on her own tragedy that she heard the voices of the maids whispering, their footsteps as quiet as possible. It seemed that the door had not yet closed.
“No, I don’t think so. It must have been quite noisy lately. I think he came here to say something.”
What is one word? Who would teach whom? They were all the same people. Didn't Viscount Jacinson and his wife sell that piece of trash to her as the best grooms?
“...”
But then suddenly, this thought occurred to me.
If it were Viscount Jackinson, wouldn't he allow me to divorce if I said I would quietly disappear without revealing the secret of the Viscount Jackinson family to anyone? Wouldn't he at least allow me to see my brother once?
Ilya, who was crazy about that thought, hurriedly put on a shawl over her pajamas and left the bedroom. She had left in such a hurry that she was barefoot and couldn't even put on indoor slippers.
“Where is my father-in-law?”
The maids looked at Ilya as if she were a crazy woman. However, they could not ignore Ilya, so they pointed to the reception room with trembling faces.
“...I wonder if it’s really necessary to hold on to it.”
Just as she was about to grab the handle and pull it a little, she heard the voice of Count Jackinson. At the same time, a faint glimmer of hope appeared on Ilya's face, who was trying to shamelessly stick her face out.
“If I get married again, the same problem might arise. If that’s the case, it’s better to use the person I already have.”
But Malone crushed Ilya's faint hope.
“Ilya embezzled the family’s money and didn’t even fulfill her duties as a wife. She acts like a crazy woman. Even if she enjoys a free life later, everyone will be on my side.”
It meant that there was no better excuse for her escapades than the crazy Ilya. Her teeth were chattering.
“This is how it is. I’m going to get rid of all the men in that family, put Ilya in a mental hospital, and then take the countship. Then, even if I hand over the countship to Joseph and live comfortably, it will be possible to protect the honor of the Jackinson countship.”
It seemed like he knew that she was a traitor. Malone, who wanted to escape the oppression of his parents and family, confidently told her his plan. Ilya's hands, which were gripping the handle with anger, trembled.
“It doesn’t matter as long as there is no evidence that I came forward.”
“...But isn’t it possible that something like that could happen?”
The only good thing was that Count Jackinson didn't agree with him. He was at least uncomfortable with the idea of instigating someone's death. That was when Ilya was just thinking that it was a good thing.
“I already killed Count Nova.”
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