'Why the hell am I doing this?'
She was so embarrassed that the owner of the teahouse would notice her, so she had to hurry out of the store. Without much haste, Charles stood beside her with his long legs.
"Anyway, I understand the situation, but I don't think it's a big deal. My grandmother goes back and forth a lot, and most of her memories are still in the past. Even if she knows, there is a high possibility that she will not tell you."
"I see."
She had already guessed it while talking to her nanny yesterday and today, but she finally stopped laughing. The news of her mother was news, but the fact that the nanny was so sick also weighed heavily on Evangeline's heart.
"Why don't you take her to a big hospital in the city? There might be hope there."
"No. It's not another disease, and dementia is of no use. It would be better for her to stay here comfortably for even one more day."
"That's just the words of a rural doctor. I don't know which doctor would let go so irresponsibly..."
"Me."
"..."
"I'm a doctor."
He raised his eyebrows and stood with his back to the sun. Evangeline, who was staring up at his red hair like the sun, fell apart.
"I think I thought that was a doctor now."
"No, I don't."
"..."
"I'm really not."
Her steps quickened rapidly. The previous Duchess's teaching to make others run instead of running directly was also forgotten at this time. After going around a small alley, she hurriedly walked onto the main street. She doesn't know where it is, but it was a hundred times better than facing Charles' staring eyes.
She was looking forward without seeing anything like that, and suddenly stopped walking.
Large and small ships that were not visible in the café were gathered all over the harbor. Between the scent of the fishy sea and the people moving nonstop, Evangeline slowly lifted her hat.
"Wow."
"Be careful."
Just then, she almost bumped into a person who was dragging the cart, and Charles pulled her back. Evangeline, who quickly corrected her posture, became out of breath.
"Is this the place where you went at all?"
"Charles. No, Doctor."
"You can just call me Carl."
He smiled and pushed her back to the ground. Among the people who were still busy, Evangeline's eyes gradually became clear. Charles, who was gloomy as if he had lived in the world, leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.
"This neighborhood is a bit busy these days. The sea breeze changed, and trading ships came in droves. It was the first time I made a deal with him."
"Are you right?"
"Do you know that?"
"..."
"Well, I heard it for a while, but I think it was some kind of island country. What kind of wind did the writers who didn't even snort even after sending a trading ship, expect to come first this time? He came and looked around the coast and left."
Facing a small island nation that doesn't even appear on the map, Charles shook his head. It was fortunate that she was Interested in this kind of thing, but it was difficult for him to keep up with the woman's ever-changing heart.
"Anyway, everyone is so eager to make a living. If I catch the rootstock once this time, I won't have to worry about living for a few years."
"...I see."
"So the young lady should see that and feel something."
Charles glanced at the frantically rushing market vendors. He didn't expect her to have that much energy, but he couldn't just give up and let her sit down.
"My grandmother still tells old stories from time to time, so if you watch the remission for a while, you won't know again."
"Yes."
"Is there anything else you want to do in the meantime?"
It's easy to say that waiting for a dementia patient to come to their senses is simple, but it may take a long time. He thought about the things she could do. If you look for the hobbies of women, especially aristocratic women, there will be one or two.
"There's a flower garden near my house, and there's a lady who gets some flowers from there or is good at handicrafts, so let's take it as a hobby."
"I'm trying to make money."
"..."
Evangeline's pink eyes turned to Charles. Her strong will sparkled in her eyes, which had been sinking the whole time she came here.
"I have to make a living too."
***
"Marais is a small port city in the west, and I think my nanny raised me when I was young. It looks like she'll be resting there for the time being... Let's find out more."
Deccarno's eyes darkened as he remembered Michael's report last night. It's like you're going to go quite far. His laughter deepened.
Now, did she miss her nanny's arms?
Like the twisted corners of his mouth, his thoughts were also crooked. It was funny that a woman who had been so arrogant with her pride left the Duke's residence and chose such a countryside. If it were a nanny's house, it would be less than a small room in the annex where she lived, but he was dumbfounded as to what she was thinking.
"It would have been nice if we could have broken up differently, but I think this is also fate."
It's fate.
For Deccarno, destiny was to protect what was innate. He had never thought about the fame and fortune of his family, his duties and principles as a nobleman, or anything more. Of course, the same goes for the absurd fate of breaking up with her.
She was one of many things he was given.
Just as he was the Duke of Theses, Evangeline was a woman who was born as the Duchess of Theses. For that reason, he didn't even care about the fall of the O'Hara family. Just as he couldn't get out of this position, he had no doubt that Evangeline would be the same. Not everything could be satisfactory for each other, but that didn't mean it was a relationship that could be ended.
No, he believed it wouldn't.
Even now that she has left.
"..."
In the confusion of not knowing what it was, he drank alcohol. Originally, he rarely drank alcohol this much, but he also broke at some point.
Isn't this dangerous?
Deccarno was a man who was instinctively very sensitive to crises. The daily routine that kept going out of place gradually weighed on his nerves. It's just a few more drinks now, but he doesn't know how much it will interfere in the future.
He already feels like his neck is getting stiff. The frustration that had been in his chest for a while now began to reach its limit.
To be honest, it was more difficult for him to accept why she made that choice than the fact that she had left.
'Why the hell?'
He gave her everything and was going to give her more. It's a pity that he couldn't go to the funeral that day, but rationally, it wasn't something to be so stubborn about. He was on a tour with His Majesty, and if he broke the mission and came out, the damage would not end with him.
Evangeline would not have been aware of it. It has always been like this for two years, and it has never been a problem.
He believed that even if she was sad or angry about it, she would eventually understand his choice and position. She was a more rational woman than anyone he knew, so there was no doubt about it.
'It must have been like that.'
Evangeline's misguided choice, which he believed to be of the same type as his, pecked his head nonstop. Now, even if he stood still, he could hear all the auditory hallucinations.
"..."
Fortunately, the solution to this uncomfortable symptom was very simple. He doesn't even have to ask himself. If he sees with his own eyes what is so good on the floor of the countryside, it will be over. If he were to confirm how right the choice she made with that smart head was, all his discomfort and frustration would disappear that day.
However, even that was not an easy task.
Deccarno was too busy to go there because he was sure that he was not wrong. Even though he drank alcohol for a few days and stayed up all night, he couldn't let go of his work. If he rests even for a short time now, the results will be ten times more complicated and great. Knowing that, it was reckless for him to go there himself.
Please, be rational.
He has to be different from her.
"Duke, did you like the food?"
"..."
He looked down at Princess Bellona, who was hovering beside him all the time. He couldn't refuse the Emperor's Invitation, so he attended, but this was no different from a banquet for a Princess. It seemed that the Emperor in the distance was even stinging him, judging by his constant avoidance of his eyes.
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