He muttered softly and turned his pistol lightly. Even though it has been a few years since Deccarno was discharged, Pylon was still surprised by the skillful hand gestures for a while, but the actual battle is the actual battle. As Pylon approached to dry, Deccarno's muzzle was pointed at the target, as he casually pulled the slide.
Sup! Tang! Sup!
There was no room between the gunshots that followed one after another. Smoke of gunpowder rose around him, who had emptied seven bullets in an Instant without lowering his gun even once.
"Uh, uh..."
Pylon, who had collected the acrid smoke with his hands, opened his mouth in fear of checking the target. Not a single bullet from Deccarno hit the head. Instead, the head was about to fall backwards thanks to seven bullets that cut through its neck like a ruler.
"...It's not bad."
Deccarno, who tilted one eye, once again measured the bullseye. As the officers instinctively grabbed his throat as he rushed to do something, he narrowly cut off the last breath of the remaining target.
Taang!
***
"Oh, my lady!"
"Philip."
Evangeline, who was carrying her luggage from the hotel, was delighted to see Philip standing at the entrance. She didn't tell him the day she was going out, but she doesn't know how he knew.
"I said you didn't have to come all the way."
"How can you say that? I know where the owner of the family is going."
Philip said it was unreasonable and quickly handed her luggage. In fact, when she was going to go to the hotel, he had no choice but to take her to his house.
"I thought you would rest a little longer. You sleep better."
"I wanted to do that too, but now I guess I've reached my limit."
Evangeline smiled gracefully and tied the straps of her hat. A few days had passed since Kirion left, but she had not forgotten what he had said.
"You want me to live the life you want, Evangeline, you? Is this really the life you want?"
Oh no.
She didn't give Kirion any answer, but her heart was already soaking. A thousand orphans who have even broken up their marriages, no matter how much they have left everything. She can't like her current situation. She has no desire to end it like this.
"I've called the carriage, so let's get on it first."
"Yes."
Philip opened the door of the carriage, and she got in. He took his luggage first and then stepped up the stairs, but the door closed inside.
"My lady! Why!"
"That's it."
"..."
"I'll take this first."
Evangeline, who closed her eyes in despair, handed him something through the window. Philip, who was confused, couldn't say anything as soon as he opened the small box she held out.
"Isn't this the jewelry that the lord gave you? What did I do..."
"You stayed by my side until the end, when I had nothing."
"..."
"Hurry up. You fully deserve it. If you look at it, there is another pocket, and I want you to find Maxime's parents and give it to them. They didn't show up at this auction house."
He didn't know she was so indifferent.
She couldn't even take care of the loyal accountant who sank with her father in the vast sea in her misfortune. After making a series of requests, she urged him to put it in quickly. Philip, who was dumbfounded by his dry lips, soon came to his senses and shook his head.
"Oh, no. Let's go home and talk. Whatever my lady starts, I will help you!"
"No. I can't afford to hire anyone right now."
"How can you say that... It's okay to not have a salary."
"For the rest of your life?"
She rested her arm on the window frame of the carriage. She knows Philip's feelings for her now, but she doesn't even know how long that heart will last.
"There was a limit to being together with a moment of compassion and sympathy. Now I realize how lucky it is to be able to break up when we only have good feelings for each other."
"So you send me like this? How can you say that!"
"Stupid, right?"
Evangeline, who seemed to already know his answer, patted the back of Philip's aging hand. Surprised, he nodded, and she struggled to suck her mouth.
"I'll definitely come back before I get even more stupid. When I don't have to send someone away again because I'm not good enough."
"If I don't even have the owner... I really don't know what to do."
"Sleep well. For days without thinking."
"..."
"What if there is nothing more to do after getting enough rest... I hope you can join me again someday."
It wasn't just a matter of trying to do it.
I learned that the words that come from the heir of the O'Hara family must be more truthful than any other contract. Although he didn't cross his finger, Philip finally took a step back from the oath that was firmer than any other contract. When he bowed his head, saying that he would definitely wait, she smiled widely.
"At that time, I will definitely take you to the best conditions. You can trust me!"
"My lady!"
"I'll write to you."
Evangeline poked her head out of the window, and the carriage started with a rattle. It wasn't until Philip was chasing her that she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.
"Hah."
With this, she ended her last relationship in Loark with her own hands. There is nowhere to go anywhere in this vast city. She couldn't ask for anyone to welcome her or a cup of warm tea. As Evangeline held her breath and endured the tip of her frowning nose, the coachman's unnoticed urging continued.
"Where should I take you now, young lady?"
***
The carriage, which had traveled west for a whole day out of Loark, passed through the small gate only in the evening. Evangeline, who was barely able to grip her motion sickness, slowly looked around the city revealed in front of her.
"...This is Marero."
The city of water. Marero.
Although it could not be compared with the capital city of Loark, it was a small city with the closest port to the western continent. Most of them were commoners who were mainly engaged in commerce. It was a place that her father often mentioned, so the feeling of taking the first step was new, but there was another reason why she came to Marero today.
Marero, 30 rue on 15th Street in the Leselle district.
Evangeline read the address in the old envelope over and over again. When she saw her name written under the address, she seemed to relax.
To our missing and beloved Miss Eva,
It was a letter from her childhood nanny. As a family member, she traveled around the world alone with her father, and the servants she served were constantly changing. Because they moved back to the area, no one knew them deeply.
Even in the midst of this, the nanny was the only person she followed and liked with all her heart.
She took care of Evangeline, who had no mother, with all her heart and soul from a newborn child to the age of ten. Until her daughter died and she left for Marero, saying that she had to take care of her grandson, her nanny was like a mother and grandmother.
Even her father, who did not trust his servants, always expressed his gratitude to her nanny. He said that even when the nanny quit her job, he gave her a reward that would allow her to rest comfortably for the rest of her life. However, young Evangeline was so heartbroken that it was more than three years later that she received a letter from her nanny.
"I see it here."
As she wandered on the road outside the city, she stopped in front of a fairly bustling farmhouse. At some point, she was worried when she remembered that her nanny's letter had become stuffy, but she had to check it herself. Apart from the overwhelming feeling of seeing the nanny she missed again, Evangeline felt a surge of fear.
'What if she is disappointed in me?'
Her nanny has written countless letters asking Evangeline to come to her at any time, but she never thought that she would appear like this. Even after coming this far, a long shadow hung behind her as she hesitated because it was difficult to take a step in front of the door.
"Are you going out or going in?"
"Oh, Mom!"
She momentarily relieved her strength and turned around and leaned her back against the door. The closer the sad gaze of the eoman looking down on her became.
"You're so small that I don't think you can steal."
"A thief! That's rude!"
"Then it seems that the lady who doesn't even think about leaving at the door of someone else's house is really polite."
"Ha..."
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