THIBV - Chapter 165

The magistrate sent a messenger to Julian to urgently tell him that the Duke of Linchester's farmhouse had caught fire and that the Duke was missing.

The secretaries were in an uproar.

"Your Majesty... call an emergency meeting!"

But the first thing Julian did was find Bridget.

"Bridget!"

The door to the precipitated communal parlor swung open.

Eric, who should have left by now with Millea and Bridget, was there.

Julian suppressed his anger.

"I'm sure I ordered you to leave."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

Eric was faceless.

Millea, who had been waiting for Bridget and couldn't bear to leave, calmly stepped forward.

"Your Majesty."

Originally, it was time for Bridget to return.

But she didn't come, and there was no contact.

It was only a matter of time before Julian found out, so she told the truth with a face that said it was coming.

"Bridget is out. She said she'd be back soon, but she hasn't come yet."

"..."

Julian wasn't surprised.

"Did Bridget go to the Duke of Linchester?"

"Yes."

If the Magistrate had decided to raid the Duke of Linchester, Bridget who had spies scattered everywhere, could not have known.

He didn't know if the fire had anything to do with her, but Julian assumed that Bridget had been there.

She was a very stubborn and obedient lover.

Julian took one look at Millea and turned away.

"I'll find Bridget and join you, and you'll leave."

"Your Majesty... really like this?"

"Please."

Julian left the parlor.

Millea felt loneliness and sadness in his lonely backside, in his clenched hands and suppressed voice.

"..."

Julian couldn't help but feel distressed about letting go of those he loved.

Still, the reason he turned around so coldly was because he wanted to protect his people.

Leaving now wasn't abandoning Julian.

Maybe not leaving now is a burden to him.

Millea looked up at the ceiling and blinked a couple of times.

Then she moved on.

"Let's go, Eric."

***

Bruce ran his tongue through his teeth in a rogue way as he stood in front of Lucas' mansion.

It was not the Duke of Linchester, but the house where Lucas lived with his family.

It was late at night, and most of the lights in the mansion were off, but the light was leaking out of the window in the study.

"Is my brother here?"

Bruce dismounted and asked the butler.

"Yes."

"Didn't he get my letter?"

Before Bruce came here, he told Lucas about his father's death through a telegraph.

He thought Lucas had set off for the farmhouse.

No, he didn't think he was moving.

So Bruce didn't go to the farmhouse, he came to Lucas's house first.

Still, it was ridiculous to see it with his own eyes.

The butler did not answer Bruce's question.

"...Come inside."

Bruce hissed and stepped inside.

Lucas and Bruce were brothers, but they hadn't been close since childhood.

Lucas felt sorry for Bruce for his obsession with religion and witchcraft. and Bruce didn't want Lucas to be a no-brainer and ignored him.

Bruce pushed the butler aside and swung open the study door before he could open it.

"Hey, brother."

Bruce waved to Lucas and plopped down on the couch facing Lucas's desk.

It was the closest to the door and the furthest from Lucas.

Lucas, who was looking at the papers, sighed and let go of what he was looking at.

"...You're here."

His gaze was first on Bruce's dirty shoes and the messy trail of every place he had walked.

Bruce's curls, always unkempt, were stained with leaves as if they had been rolled around in the woods.

On top of that, Bruce was wearing clothes that looked like bulky clothes to Lucas.

There was a hint of disgust.

Still, he hid it so quickly that he wouldn't know it, but Bruce felt his brother's disgust at him.

Still, Bruce couldn't stand up to Lucas.

Lucas was born the heir to House Linchester, and Bruce was only Lucas's spare.

That was their raison d'etre set by the Duke of Linchester.

"I know you don't like me, but let's have a family conversation today. Yes? Did you get the call from me?"

"I sent someone to the farmhouse to check."

There was nothing to check the facts.

Lucas himself was the one who ordered the fire.

"What about father? Is he safe? So he's here now, isn't he?"

"Then where should I have gone?"

"Are you saying he's safe or not?"

"My father is dead."

Bruce slammed the table and jumped to his feet.

"This must be Julian Blake's doing! The witch possessed the witch manipulated... My father!"

He was the one who instigated the Resurrection believers to accuse Bridget of being a witch, and Bruce himself was brainwashed.

Lucas shook his head as if he felt sorry for Bruce.

"Don't let it go. It just so happened that the security forces were there, and they took the people who were inside the mansion to the security office, so we will investigate and find out the cause of the fire."

"Why were the security forces there? Julian Blake...!"

"The security forces were there because of Nigel. Nigel had evidence of my father's misconduct. It just so happened that there was security there, so we were lucky to be able to get suspects away without missing a beat."

"...?"

Bruce didn't understand.

"Nigel and father have lost contact for some time, what do you mean? If it doesn't go through me, we don't even know if he's alive or dead."

"I mean. You must have been caught off guard by what My father was doing with Nigel through you."

Lucas didn't mention the name of Resurrection Church, but Bruce knew it had something to do with it.

Lucas did not recognize the Resurrection Church as a religion and tended to dismiss it as nothing more than the work of Bruce and his father.

"Oh, I don't know what you're talking about! My subordinate was there when the fire broke out!"

Lucas was agitated for the first time.

"Bridget Florence was there?"

"Yes! All of this was her doing, right?"

Only now did Lucas realize that it had been Bridget who had set the trap for Nigel.

"Good job she started the fire."

Well, it didn't really matter who the enemy was.

She set fire to protect their family from an unspecified enemy.

The important thing was that his father would not stand trial, and the Linchesters would be alive and well.

"It's a matter for the Public Safety Department to investigate and clarify. If you knew she was there, the security forces would know, so don't get excited."

"What do you mean? We need to kill her and Julian Blake right away!"

"Bruce. Chill out. There is such a thing as law and order in the world."

Bruce couldn't understand Lucas.

Until now, he has manipulated people on top of the law and order and won what he wanted.

Bruce thought it was about the weakness of obeying law and order.

The Linchesters didn't have to.

"You're not going to avenge your father?"

"If I have to get revenge, I'll do it. But wait until everything is clear."

"What are you waiting for? Oh, I'm going back! We must kill her now!"

Lucas glared sharply at Bruce.

"Don't panic, Bruce."

"Hah! If you're too scared to do it, I'll do it!"

"Bruce."

Bruce was beside himself with excitement.

He judged Lucas a cowardly coward.

He would no longer have to reins of fatherhood, and Bruce was determined not to suffer this indignity as the son of the glorious House of Linchester.

"Stand there, Bruce."

Bruce didn't listen to Lucas.

He raised the middle fingers of both hands and attached them to his head like a horn to look at his brother, and left the library.

"Hah."

Lucas, the lone man, pressed his temple.

'I'm going to work.'

Lucas regretted.

"I should have dealt with him first."

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