"You know. Do you think you've achieved something just because things are going well in this life? No matter how hard you try, you're still just like the orphan Han Su-wan."
Odette reflexively lowered her head as the water poured down her head. Her completely soaked black robe fell to the floor in a clump.
"What do you think will happen to our family after you die? I was a little tired from going to the police station, but in the end, it was concluded that it was an accident. I received a lot of Insurance money, and my business went well."
"...Charlotte."
"You were destined then and now to have dead biological parents and never receive love, even if you are adopted. Your very existence is an unlucky person. Get your bearings."
Charlotte, sitting lightly on the table, stared intently at Odette's face, which was covered in water.
She knows that face. It's the face of someone who pretends to be fine, but is deeply hurt. It's an expression she's seen so many times in her past life.
So, she can predict what her next reaction will be. She'll keep her lips tightly shut. She'll lower her eyelashes, and she'll quietly and secretly clench her fists. It's best to act calm. But she won't be able to hide the fact that her eyes are darkening and her shoulders are slumping.
Looking at that. It seemed like the anger that had built up all day would be relieved a little. So Charlotte smiled, anticipating Odette's next eaction.
"But why are you speaking informally to me, Charlotte? You are still a commoner. You are just about to be adopted into the Albrecht family."
But Odette's eyes did not darken, nor did her shoulders slump. She simply laughed cynically.
Charlotte, surprised by the unexpected reaction, tried to find some sign of hurt in Odette, but she couldn't find any.
"..."
No, not only is it not hurt... What does that look like, as if it's looking down at her, as if it's making her feel sorry for it?
'And how do you know about the adoption story I just had with Rolf?'
How dare you come up with such a vulgar orphan topic? Odette seemed to have read all of Charlotte's counterattacks.
Charlotte frowned in embarrassment, her eyes wide open. That was at the moment.
Odette rose from her seat with a gentle gesture.
Then she picked up the wine glass that was on the table and spilled the wine Inside onto Charlotte's head.
"Whoa!"
With a slosh, the wine flowed down Charlotte's face. Charlotte's hair became soaked with wine.
Charlotte closed her eyes tightly and lowered her head to prevent the wine from getting into her eyes. Odette let out a low laugh as she watched Charlotte like that.
"Isn't it your job to figure out the topic? How dare you act so arrogantly in front of a lady, commoner Charlotte?"
Seriously, isn't this a childish counterattack?
"Ha!"
The wine on her face was so thick that she couldn't open her eyes properly. At that moment, when Charlotte was laughing in vain at the ridiculous counterattack, the Pope and the High Priests who had finished their meeting of the High Priests came in through the open door of the banquet hall.
"What the hell is this?!"
Raphael, startled, strode closer. Then, as if protecting Charlotte, he stood between Odette and Charlotte.
What luck. As soon as Odette fights back, the perfect situation arises to brand her a villain.
'Look, Odette. Fate is always on my side.'
Charlotte smiled with satisfaction as she carefully accepted the handkerchief that Raphael offered her.
***
Events like 'Victory Day' always make the Red Globoznik noisy. Of course, 'noisy' in Red Globoznik means rampant murder, arson, and violence.
Violence is only answered with more violence. While he was exercising one-sided violence in the name of maintaining peace, Victor heard the news of Odette's resurrection.
He wanted to go straight to Odette, but he couldn't.
Because he remembered that Odette had risked her life twice to escape from him.
'If I go and hang on to Odette like this, it will only be a terrible disaster for her.'
Victor now knew that fact.
'So I shouldn't feel like a disaster. At least I should please Odette.'
So Victor came up with his own strategy. He wanted to look good to Odette. Call it seduction. He wanted to make sure that when he went to see her, she wouldn't feel like a disaster.
It was a simple thought that could only be possible if the brain were made up of muscles, but Victor was sincere. And it was quite desperate.
Victor is of lower status than Odette. He has stolen a lot of money, but it is not an advantage to show off in front of Odette, who grew up in a Count's family.
Besides, what was so attractive about Victor, who spoke like that from the very first time they met?
No matter how much he thought about it, the only thing Victor had that Odette would like was his looks.
'So, first of all, let's make our faces pretty.'
He was considered cute and handsome when he was young, amazingly handsome as he grew up, and masculine and handsome after he grew up.
In particular, his physical beauty was consistently outstanding. He was evaluated as being beautiful everywhere, from the upper body to the lower body, and from head to toe.
Of course, it was an objective evaluation from a noblewoman back when it was a toy.
There was a time when he was creeped out by women who found him attractive due to his trauma, but now Victor wishes he were attractive.
"Other than this. Why aren't there any proper suits like this?"
If he rushed to the cathedral, it would be a big problem if he looked shabby. So instead of rushing to the cathedral, Victor looked in the mirror and kicked his men.
Doesn't food also have plating? To make it look more appetizing. To make it look prettier.
"Colonel, please be modest. Are you going to a ball or something? You always act like a madman, saying you have to hurry up and go, and how many changes of clothes do you have?"
"Next clothes, urgent."
"Your clothes are fine now. You said you were in a hurry. So, go to the cathedral first."
"Damn, shouldn't I be wearing something pretty? Is this pretty? Are you blinded by your feet? Quickly pick something that looks neat."
"Colonel. Why do you have to make such a fuss over something so trivial?"
"What?"
It was nothing. At that word, a cold, murderous look filled Victor's green eyes. Suha found it hard to breathe.
No matter what harsh words are said to him, like "crazy." "idiot," or "punk." he just ignores them...
"What is not a big deal now?"
A crack seemed to come from Victor's jaw.
'Did I say that Odette's resurrection was nothing special? It's just a matter of getting dressed! A matter of getting dressed!!'
But if you fight over this, it's over. What was the end of those people who talked lightly about even the slightest connection with Lady Odette?
The subordinate, recalling his predecessors, spoke calmly.
"No, I made a mistake. I'll pick out the next outfit."
The phoenix's ass.
How hypersensitive he was when it came to Odette. He looked just like a mother eagle protecting her injured chick.
This time it was a dark brown frock coat and a black tailored suit, symbolizing abstinence and gentlemanliness.
There was nothing wrong with the clothes. The problem was Victor.
Until he put on the shirt, he definitely looked appropriately gentlemanly, but when he added a vest and tie over it to emphasize the ascetic feel, he actually looked messy.
Victor's facial features, which resembled the epitome of a gangster, rejected all formal attire.
"Fuck ...Next clothes."
In front of the mirror, Victor became more and more sensitive.
"Next."
But he was so anxious that his neck and forehead were bloodshot.
Finally, at the very end.
"Oh..."
After much searching, he finally found a khaki suit that suited him.
Who would have thought he was an army colonel? It seemed that the military uniform color suited him. Although he couldn't completely erase his appearance.
Victor, dressed up so extravagantly, mounted his horse.
"Here!"
Does it look pretty? Does it look okay?
Victor ran with such an anxious heart, but in reality, he couldn't even set foot in the cathedral.
"Victor! Please save us!"
"His Highness the Crown Prince and His Excellency, the Marquis, are creating a disaster."
'F*ck.'
This was because countless people standing around the cathedral held onto Victor and would not let him go.
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