Stupidly, just to get that kind of treatment.
When he thought of Evangeline's face, who had been standing at the door and listening blankly to the story, his stomach, which had been aching even though he wasn't there, was now on the verge of twisting. But that didn't make it even more difficult for this cheeky little girl to have useless hopes.
"Don't get me wrong, because she's not the woman who would have rejected you because of that."
"...Do you know Eva very well?"
"What?"
Deccarno's gray eyes, which were holding up their nails as if playing with a mouse, rolled into his eyes. Killion also bit this firmly with a judge's hand.
"How well did you know Eva that you couldn't stop her from leaving?"
"..."
"I don't know anything else, but I know better than you know how sad and hurt Eva's pride is."
"So? Does she want to live with you?"
Deccarno raised his head again and regained his bitter smile. Killion, who was angry at it, tried to say something again, but when he saw Andy looking for him in the distance, he changed his anger. Michael was indignant at Killion's back, who turned around without saying goodbye.
"How can you be so serious about the topic of captain? Let me know Pylon right away and discipline him."
"Yes."
Deccarno raised a hand and stopped Michael. But it was different from forgiving or not caring. He doesn't even want to go home.
Deccarno's eyes sank to dark ash as he handed the coat back to Michael. His pass, which had been slowly moving, turned towards the Emperor, who was still screaming.
***
Charles thought he had lived a life of quite ups and downs. He lived alone with his mother, but after his mother passed away early, he was raised by his grandmother. He thought that after becoming a doctor, she would be able to live a little longer, but now her grandmother has suddenly suffered from dementia. At this point, he often started laughing at the messy things in the world.
He was also confused about what expression to make to the young lady in front of him.
"...So you're going to sell all of this now?"
"Oh, except for this."
Evangeline, who was lining up her own jewels in front of Charles, took out a ring as if struggling. He doesn't know what the story is, but why is her expression so sad, and Charles, who almost asked. 'What's in the ring?' waved his hand to stop.
"Done! Even if you have it, keep it well."
"No, I have to sell it. I think I should start something too."
"That's why... that impulsively."
"I couldn't have planned for so long in my current situation."
Instead of denying that she didn't, Evangeline smiled widely. At the sunny smile that had dominated the social world not long ago, Charles pointed one hand to the corner of his eye. I'm sorry, but because he was barely succumbing to a woman's beauty, he has lived a tired and eventful life.
Although this young lady's beauty was a bit absurd to say that it was "bare".
"Since I decided to leave the Duke's office, I had no intention of letting go of my hands."
"You're really... You don't know that my young lady is really scared of the world."
"Well, I don't know. What is really scary for me... Because my family is ruined and I don't have money, everyone in the world turns around in an instant."
"..."
"No matter how scary business is, I think it's easier than that."
Charles raised his hands at her regretful gaze, as if she had already lived ten more times. He complained that he couldn't really say anything, but at least he couldn't oppose it unconditionally.
'Well, it's not even my money!'
His posture as he tilted his chin in front of the jewel became as crooked as possible. If he had seen his grandmother when she was sane, she would have been spoiled and slapped on the back.
"Yes, that's fine. So, where and how much do you plan to get and sell this?"
"That's... Charles, you know."
"...Yes?"
"I'm sorry, but I hope Charles will sell some of this. I'll ask you."
She was good at grinding jewelry on a handkerchief and pushed it in front of him. Charles' face, which had been resigned at best, was again stained with astonishment.
"I thought I would do this! What if you look at all the bitterness of life and trust people so well? What if I sell this and run away!"
"No. You won't go."
"...This young lady is real!"
Even with her sudden faith, his stomach became even more bloated, as if he had been disguised.
"I don't know where the hell you see me and believe it so much."
"It's a nanny."
"..."
"If Charles really wanted to eat well and live well by yourself, you would have left your nanny at any time. That's why you're taking care of a nanny in such a neat and attentive house."
Evangeline grinned as she pointed to the visit of her sleeping nanny. Her gaze was calm as she slowly looked around the house.
"You take care of her meals, clothes, and your house without leaving a speck of dust."
"No, that's because it's my grandmother!"
"So I'm going to have my nanny. Until Charles sells my jewelry and comes back."
"Hah!"
It wasn't a very scary hostage drama, but at least it worked for him. Charles, who snorted with a beaming face, finally picked up the jewelry, and she stood up, saying that she had thought it well.
"I wrote down the appropriate amount in advance. It would be good to refer to that."
"Yes, you're very kind."
"Actually, I want to go in person, but I'm an outsider here. If I want to get the price, I think Charles should go alone rather than for a woman who seems to have a story to tell."
"...Anyway. I can't guarantee it. If you can't contact me, just think I've run away."
How to hurt this thoroughly and flimsy young lady. Charles deliberately grumbled. However, the bridge of her nose was very high and firm to be crushed so easily.
"Yes, if I'm not at home, you think I ran away with my nanny."
"We'll see."
More than three hours later, he returned with the chest on his shoulder. Seeing him gasping for breath from it big size, Evangeline couldn't help but laugh.
"Were you so worried about your grandmother?"
"If you can't speak. Or get it quickly."
Now, Charles, who had no hesitation in dealing with her, put down the chest. He looked disapproving of everything, but when he opened the box full of gold coins, he felt proud inside.
"I received a little more than you wrote down. It's a problem because everyone thinks I stole it."
"Thank you for your hard work."
Evangeline, who had already guessed the amount from the volume of the box, put her hands down on the box. Her hair, which shone brighter than a gold coin, poured down, and Charles' expression became confused.
An aristocratic young lady with money and beauty.
These words are a bit like this, but he felt like he had put out something at once that he shouldn't have put out to the world.
"I really want to turn off my nerves, but I'll ask you. What kind of business do you want to do?"
"Are you curious?"
"..."
I'm never curious.
I never want to know that.
Charles's lips murmured in their own desperate way. But it was already too late to answer, and Evangeline had already pressed her hat.
"Let's go together."
He wondered if that colorful hair could be hidden, but at least it didn't look flimsy. Her meaningful glance telling him to follow if he was curious got ahead of him.
***
Five days later, Charles wanted to look into her eyes, which he thought was trustworthy of her for a moment. In the first place, if you want to do business, you have to go to the market and do research, but it was difficult to see even the people, let alone the market.
No wonder Evangeline was still strolling leisurely along the coast today. The sight of her smiling and sweeping the flowers and grass blooming nearby was as beautiful as a picture, but that was just the story of a person who was comfortable with it.
"Have you come to recuperate now? I don't mean anything else, but I say it because your face looks too good."
"After all, Charles is a doctor, so you must have a good eye."
Her smile was fresh as she embraced a beautiful blue flower. Fortunately, Charles was not too upset because he had now given up to Evangeline to some extent.
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