118. I want to love
'What on earth are you trying to say?'
The cold man's voice echoed dizzily in Bianca's head. Staring straight at her, Hardius continued speaking with a frightening calmness.
“Do you think that in the past five years, no one has ever asked you about ‘that woman’ as nonchalantly as you do now?”
The colorless pupils that were asking questions as if they were whining were completely soaked in fatigue.
“I thought it was all over, but it feels like it’s starting again.”
Bianca became even more confused.
Why did you assume it was 'that woman'? It might not be true.
“...Hardy, I...”
“Tell me. Why did you suddenly change your mind? Just a little while ago, I was thanking you for trying to break off the engagement, but you didn’t?”
He was a gentleman. He was never rude in any situation and always had a gentle and soft smile. She had never seen him look at her like that.
But why is it so cold?
Bianca felt her body tremble, not with excitement, but with fear.
Who is that man?
Where did the boy who stood there miserably, clutching the bleeding fox, go?
No, did such a person really exist?
It's unfamiliar.
You are so strange.
Bianca suddenly felt disgusted by the whole thing. It was like she was acting in a ridiculous play with a childish script.
Dignity and self-respect have long since fallen to rock bottom.
“Actually... I saw you a little while ago. You...”
It was the moment when her mouth was moving on its own and was about to spit out the truth.
Knock knock.
A knock was suddenly heard, dispersing the tense air current.
Hardius, Bianca, and the servant who had been meddling in the game all turned their heads toward the door at the same time.
The footman appeared first.
“Excuse me...”
Before he could finish speaking, someone pushed him and ran out in a hurry.
"Master,"
It was Grojean.
The brisk steps approaching are filled with urgency and urgency.
“...I’m sorry for disturbing you, Miss.”
He bowed his head to Bianca, then looked back at his master.
“This is really urgent, Your Excellency.”
“...”
Hardius, who had been staring at his aide in silence, turned to Bianca as if asking for permission.
Bianca closed her mouth, which had been open in a daze, and nodded.
Her emotions were running wild. She also needed time to collect her thoughts and gather her thoughts.
Hardius put down the chess pieces and came out of the study with Grojean.
“What's going on?”
Grojean waited until the footman had completely disappeared before slowly opening his mouth. His voice and posture were extremely low.
“It appears that William Richard has made contact with Harel’s assassin.”
The air surrounding Hardius froze over again.
“How did you find out?”
“It just so happened that I was interrogating Jetson.”
“...!”
Hardius put his hand on his forehead, unable to hide his shock at all. His mind was filled with what Bianca had said just before.
'I met Congressman Richard a while ago. I can't get that woman out of my head.'
Bianca Leichnen and William Richard met and talked about Emilia.
And then William met Harel's assassin.
Could that really be a coincidence?
“I’m going to the forest right now to meet Maesen. I’ll reinforce the forest’s borders, and if you’d allow me, I’ll explain the situation to Ms. Bern...”
“No, wait.”
Hardius raised his hand as if to stop him.
A few days ago, Maesen said he planned to divide his men into three groups - Hethel, Restaurant, and Farm - and move weapons and equipment along the route.
Is it all over?
Or are they still preparing in a scattered state?
“Maesen might not be at the farm.”
The master's face turned pale as he answered like that. Grojean quickly opened his mouth.
“Don’t worry too much. It’s not like anything happened right away, so you can go and prepare for it right now. Isn’t that why you kept Beppy Dilson by her side?”
Contrary to Grojean's intention to reassure him, Hardius became more anxious.
'Oh, Mr. Beppy, I think you need to get treatment at the hospital.'
'There is a very famous doctor in Rheinsbuch.'
'When you come back with Charlotte later, I'll force him to go to the hospital.'
It was he who always said that she should always have Beppy Dilson by her side.
But why didn't he say anything that day?
Hardius stared at Grojean, feeling as if all the blood was draining from his body.
His eyes were fixed on the wall, but his consciousness was completely focused on the conversation he had with Emilia that day.
'I'm planning to stay here for a few more days.'
How many days exactly did that 'a few days' mean?
When exactly did you say you were going to Hethel?
Why didn't I stop it?
Her head went blank amidst the incoherent questions, and his heart began to pound wildly.
I just...
I just didn't want to make you anxious. I didn't want to disturb your peaceful and ordinary daily life. I just wanted to make you feel at ease for a little while while you were hiding.
Hardius swept his hair away from the swirling whirlwind.
No, no. It's not for such a noble reason.
Because he's still mean.
It is because he still cannot let go of the extremely arrogant and selfish desire to hide the fact that she is in danger.
“Grojean,”
Grojean was taken aback by the voice that sounded so terrified that it was hard to believe it belonged to its owner.
“Stay here and clean up. I’ll go into the forest.”
"Yes?"
“Find out why Bianca Leichnen suddenly wants to meet Emilia. Somehow.”
“Your Excellency, that is...”
What are you talking about?
Grojean couldn't continue speaking because his master was already walking away.
"Master!"
Even though hr shouted quite loudly, Hardius didn't look back.
He couldn't hear or see anything.
All he could think about was making sure Emilia was okay with her family.
Of course, you will be doing well.
She must be greeting the mercenaries, including Maesen in Hethel, by now. She will be nagging Maesen about this and that, and Beppy Dilson will of course be there with her.
Yeah, nothing happened.
Hardius tried to shake off the ominous feeling that was rising uncontrollably.
His strides became wider and his speed became faster. Before he knew it, he was running like crazy.
He left the mansion and headed straight for the stables.
The coachman was in a rare, deep sleep, as he had expected his master to stay late at Tobaro.
Hardius hurled open the carriage door, causing him to scream.
"... Master!"
This time, Hardius didn't hear anything.
He pulled out the drawer under the seat and took out his pistol and rifle. Then he chose a horse, saddled it with his own hands, and mounted it immediately.
“Master...!”
The coachman's cries were instantly drowned out by the rustling of the horses and the rising of a cloud of dust.
Hardius rode his horse like a madman.
It was an extremely dangerous and abnormal speed.
Oncoming carriages had to stop suddenly to avoid him as he charged like a madman, and people were pointing their fingers in shock.
Every time the horse's hooves hit the ground with all their might, the man's heart also pounded furiously.
It's okay.
It'll be okay.
This crazy anxiety that feels like it's going to turn around is an overreaction. It's just a delusion created by the obsession with the past five years.
As soon as he got home, Emilia would open the door. She would open her eyes wide again as she saw him running towards her like a madman.
“You really are a mess.”
She will whisper playfully with a bright smile on her pure white face.
Hardius closed his eyes tightly as if praying.
Bang!
Emilia woke up to the sound of breaking glass.
In her hazy consciousness, she could constantly hear the sound of the wind blowing like a gust of wind.
What made her jump was the stinging, numbing smell that stung her nose so badly.
The moment she started to think something was strange, something spicy covered her vision like fog.
Bam!
Emilia opened the door frantically and stepped out. Then she froze.
A gust of wind blew through every broken window, and tongues of red flame swept along the wind.
The flames were spreading all over the furniture, curtains, and stairs. It was spreading at a frightening speed, as if they would engulf Emilia at any moment.
A thick cloud of pungent smoke obscured the view ahead.
“...!”
There was no time to even think.
"Charlotte!"
The moment she shouted out like lightning, she realized.
Charlotte is in Hethel with her family. Charlotte had to pretend to be sick to break Beppy's stubbornness about not going to the hospital, even if it meant dying.
The two returned to Hethel under the pretense of going to the hospital, and the stepmother must have somehow persuaded the old man to receive treatment.
Emilia wanted to go with them, but the remaining luggage blocked her way. There was nothing particularly valuable or urgent, so why did she insist on packing so much?
It was no use regretting it.
The house was turning into a sea of fire as flames blazed along the carpet.
The hot heat and acrid smoke that seemed to eat away at her flesh were suffocating her. She couldn't open her eyes. Coughing broke out incessantly.
Even in breathless fear, Emilia tried to think calmly.
What did people say?
They said that if there's a fire, the first thing you should do is close the windows. It's really weird, but they said that's the first thing.
But for some reason, all the windows were broken. The wind coming in through the windows seemed to be feeding the flames.
What if the fire has already spread out of control?
There was no need to even think about it.
She absolutely must go outside.
But her feet wouldn't move. The house was a sea of fire. There was no way out.
As if to throw her into complete despair, the pillars supporting the roof came crashing down with a thud.
The acrid smoke stung her eyes and nose, and she was covered in tears, snot, and soot. The heat that was pressing in from all directions burned her skin and seemed as if it would enter her airway and burn her entire body.
The fear of death gripped Emilia's throat.
Emilia wrapped her hands around her stomach.
Baby...
A strange heat rose from her stomach, and a scream-like sound was heard.
'What on earth are you trying to say?'
The cold man's voice echoed dizzily in Bianca's head. Staring straight at her, Hardius continued speaking with a frightening calmness.
“Do you think that in the past five years, no one has ever asked you about ‘that woman’ as nonchalantly as you do now?”
The colorless pupils that were asking questions as if they were whining were completely soaked in fatigue.
“I thought it was all over, but it feels like it’s starting again.”
Bianca became even more confused.
Why did you assume it was 'that woman'? It might not be true.
“...Hardy, I...”
“Tell me. Why did you suddenly change your mind? Just a little while ago, I was thanking you for trying to break off the engagement, but you didn’t?”
He was a gentleman. He was never rude in any situation and always had a gentle and soft smile. She had never seen him look at her like that.
But why is it so cold?
Bianca felt her body tremble, not with excitement, but with fear.
Who is that man?
Where did the boy who stood there miserably, clutching the bleeding fox, go?
No, did such a person really exist?
It's unfamiliar.
You are so strange.
Bianca suddenly felt disgusted by the whole thing. It was like she was acting in a ridiculous play with a childish script.
Dignity and self-respect have long since fallen to rock bottom.
“Actually... I saw you a little while ago. You...”
It was the moment when her mouth was moving on its own and was about to spit out the truth.
Knock knock.
A knock was suddenly heard, dispersing the tense air current.
Hardius, Bianca, and the servant who had been meddling in the game all turned their heads toward the door at the same time.
The footman appeared first.
“Excuse me...”
Before he could finish speaking, someone pushed him and ran out in a hurry.
"Master,"
It was Grojean.
The brisk steps approaching are filled with urgency and urgency.
“...I’m sorry for disturbing you, Miss.”
He bowed his head to Bianca, then looked back at his master.
“This is really urgent, Your Excellency.”
“...”
Hardius, who had been staring at his aide in silence, turned to Bianca as if asking for permission.
Bianca closed her mouth, which had been open in a daze, and nodded.
Her emotions were running wild. She also needed time to collect her thoughts and gather her thoughts.
Hardius put down the chess pieces and came out of the study with Grojean.
“What's going on?”
Grojean waited until the footman had completely disappeared before slowly opening his mouth. His voice and posture were extremely low.
“It appears that William Richard has made contact with Harel’s assassin.”
The air surrounding Hardius froze over again.
“How did you find out?”
“It just so happened that I was interrogating Jetson.”
“...!”
Hardius put his hand on his forehead, unable to hide his shock at all. His mind was filled with what Bianca had said just before.
'I met Congressman Richard a while ago. I can't get that woman out of my head.'
Bianca Leichnen and William Richard met and talked about Emilia.
And then William met Harel's assassin.
Could that really be a coincidence?
“I’m going to the forest right now to meet Maesen. I’ll reinforce the forest’s borders, and if you’d allow me, I’ll explain the situation to Ms. Bern...”
“No, wait.”
Hardius raised his hand as if to stop him.
A few days ago, Maesen said he planned to divide his men into three groups - Hethel, Restaurant, and Farm - and move weapons and equipment along the route.
Is it all over?
Or are they still preparing in a scattered state?
“Maesen might not be at the farm.”
The master's face turned pale as he answered like that. Grojean quickly opened his mouth.
“Don’t worry too much. It’s not like anything happened right away, so you can go and prepare for it right now. Isn’t that why you kept Beppy Dilson by her side?”
Contrary to Grojean's intention to reassure him, Hardius became more anxious.
'Oh, Mr. Beppy, I think you need to get treatment at the hospital.'
'There is a very famous doctor in Rheinsbuch.'
'When you come back with Charlotte later, I'll force him to go to the hospital.'
It was he who always said that she should always have Beppy Dilson by her side.
But why didn't he say anything that day?
Hardius stared at Grojean, feeling as if all the blood was draining from his body.
His eyes were fixed on the wall, but his consciousness was completely focused on the conversation he had with Emilia that day.
'I'm planning to stay here for a few more days.'
How many days exactly did that 'a few days' mean?
When exactly did you say you were going to Hethel?
Why didn't I stop it?
Her head went blank amidst the incoherent questions, and his heart began to pound wildly.
I just...
I just didn't want to make you anxious. I didn't want to disturb your peaceful and ordinary daily life. I just wanted to make you feel at ease for a little while while you were hiding.
Hardius swept his hair away from the swirling whirlwind.
No, no. It's not for such a noble reason.
Because he's still mean.
It is because he still cannot let go of the extremely arrogant and selfish desire to hide the fact that she is in danger.
“Grojean,”
Grojean was taken aback by the voice that sounded so terrified that it was hard to believe it belonged to its owner.
“Stay here and clean up. I’ll go into the forest.”
"Yes?"
“Find out why Bianca Leichnen suddenly wants to meet Emilia. Somehow.”
“Your Excellency, that is...”
What are you talking about?
Grojean couldn't continue speaking because his master was already walking away.
"Master!"
Even though hr shouted quite loudly, Hardius didn't look back.
He couldn't hear or see anything.
All he could think about was making sure Emilia was okay with her family.
Of course, you will be doing well.
She must be greeting the mercenaries, including Maesen in Hethel, by now. She will be nagging Maesen about this and that, and Beppy Dilson will of course be there with her.
Yeah, nothing happened.
Hardius tried to shake off the ominous feeling that was rising uncontrollably.
His strides became wider and his speed became faster. Before he knew it, he was running like crazy.
He left the mansion and headed straight for the stables.
The coachman was in a rare, deep sleep, as he had expected his master to stay late at Tobaro.
Hardius hurled open the carriage door, causing him to scream.
"... Master!"
This time, Hardius didn't hear anything.
He pulled out the drawer under the seat and took out his pistol and rifle. Then he chose a horse, saddled it with his own hands, and mounted it immediately.
“Master...!”
The coachman's cries were instantly drowned out by the rustling of the horses and the rising of a cloud of dust.
Hardius rode his horse like a madman.
It was an extremely dangerous and abnormal speed.
Oncoming carriages had to stop suddenly to avoid him as he charged like a madman, and people were pointing their fingers in shock.
Every time the horse's hooves hit the ground with all their might, the man's heart also pounded furiously.
It's okay.
It'll be okay.
This crazy anxiety that feels like it's going to turn around is an overreaction. It's just a delusion created by the obsession with the past five years.
As soon as he got home, Emilia would open the door. She would open her eyes wide again as she saw him running towards her like a madman.
“You really are a mess.”
She will whisper playfully with a bright smile on her pure white face.
Hardius closed his eyes tightly as if praying.
***
Bang!
Emilia woke up to the sound of breaking glass.
In her hazy consciousness, she could constantly hear the sound of the wind blowing like a gust of wind.
What made her jump was the stinging, numbing smell that stung her nose so badly.
The moment she started to think something was strange, something spicy covered her vision like fog.
Bam!
Emilia opened the door frantically and stepped out. Then she froze.
A gust of wind blew through every broken window, and tongues of red flame swept along the wind.
The flames were spreading all over the furniture, curtains, and stairs. It was spreading at a frightening speed, as if they would engulf Emilia at any moment.
A thick cloud of pungent smoke obscured the view ahead.
“...!”
There was no time to even think.
"Charlotte!"
The moment she shouted out like lightning, she realized.
Charlotte is in Hethel with her family. Charlotte had to pretend to be sick to break Beppy's stubbornness about not going to the hospital, even if it meant dying.
The two returned to Hethel under the pretense of going to the hospital, and the stepmother must have somehow persuaded the old man to receive treatment.
Emilia wanted to go with them, but the remaining luggage blocked her way. There was nothing particularly valuable or urgent, so why did she insist on packing so much?
It was no use regretting it.
The house was turning into a sea of fire as flames blazed along the carpet.
The hot heat and acrid smoke that seemed to eat away at her flesh were suffocating her. She couldn't open her eyes. Coughing broke out incessantly.
Even in breathless fear, Emilia tried to think calmly.
What did people say?
They said that if there's a fire, the first thing you should do is close the windows. It's really weird, but they said that's the first thing.
But for some reason, all the windows were broken. The wind coming in through the windows seemed to be feeding the flames.
What if the fire has already spread out of control?
There was no need to even think about it.
She absolutely must go outside.
But her feet wouldn't move. The house was a sea of fire. There was no way out.
As if to throw her into complete despair, the pillars supporting the roof came crashing down with a thud.
The acrid smoke stung her eyes and nose, and she was covered in tears, snot, and soot. The heat that was pressing in from all directions burned her skin and seemed as if it would enter her airway and burn her entire body.
The fear of death gripped Emilia's throat.
Emilia wrapped her hands around her stomach.
Baby...
A strange heat rose from her stomach, and a scream-like sound was heard.
... I have to live!
But Emilia's consciousness kept fading away.
Even in the closing in of the dark shadows, he came to mind. A hot lump poured out like a slurry down her throat.
He's coming. He won't leave me like this.
I don't want to die.
I can't die like this.
I want to live.
I want to love.
You, our child...
Emilia struggled to get up, swallowing the suffocating pain that tore through her neck.
It was a moment when she felt her way forward, groping against the wall, relying only on her instinct to survive.
Boom! There was a sound like a door falling apart.
“Emilia!”
He was seen in the midst of the suffocating flames.
“Emilia!”
After a scream that was almost like a scream, Emilia lost consciousness.
But Emilia's consciousness kept fading away.
Even in the closing in of the dark shadows, he came to mind. A hot lump poured out like a slurry down her throat.
He's coming. He won't leave me like this.
I don't want to die.
I can't die like this.
I want to live.
I want to love.
You, our child...
Emilia struggled to get up, swallowing the suffocating pain that tore through her neck.
It was a moment when she felt her way forward, groping against the wall, relying only on her instinct to survive.
Boom! There was a sound like a door falling apart.
“Emilia!”
He was seen in the midst of the suffocating flames.
“Emilia!”
After a scream that was almost like a scream, Emilia lost consciousness.
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