Emily decided to go visit Roger in the hospital with Killian.
Killian said there was no need, but he felt uncomfortable pretending not to know the injured person.
"It's common for members of the organization to get hurt. You don't need to worry about it every time."
Killian complained all along the carriage ride.
“No matter what, he got hurt because of me.”
“As I told you then, you did nothing wrong. That guy was just being unreasonable.”
"Anyway, it still doesn't change the fact that he was injured while protecting me. I need to check how badly he's been injured."
Killian felt uncomfortable seeing Emily worrying about another man in front of him.
Killian, lost in thought, unconsciously opened and closed his hands repeatedly in front of Emily.
“Why are your hands suddenly like that?”
Emily asked, worried at Killian's gestures that seemed uncomfortable.
“I think I got hurt, too.”
“Huh? You’re hurt?”
Emily, who was unconsciously trying to examine Killian's hand, stopped for a moment.
“But weren’t you fine until just now?”
He was using a knife without any trouble, even while eating breakfast. Emily raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
“I’m the type who is good at enduring things.”
“Is that so? Then, how about we go back to the mansion and get examined?”
This wasn't the answer Killian was hoping for.
“It’s okay. I can bear it.”
Killian had no choice but to place his hands on his knees again. For the first time, he felt envious of Roger.
Roger's house was at 7 Andros, a neighborhood where many nouveau riche and famous people like Roger lived.
“It is an honor that you two came together.”
Roger, who wanted to rest comfortably, felt burdened when the boss and his wife visited together and didn't know what to do.
“I was just going to check if everything was okay.”
Emily noticed Roger's feelings and spoke to him affectionately.
“It didn’t hurt too badly.”
Roger moved his arm, indicating he was okay. Fortunately, there seemed to be no fractures, and Emily was relieved.
“It’s true that your skills have definitely declined.”
Roger bowed his head at Killian's words.
"Sorry."
Even though Roger wasn't in a position to use his body, it was a blow to his pride to be beaten so unilaterally as a member of the mafia.
“I’ve made up the newspaper article, so you can recuperate and receive training from Chambers.”
"Yes?"
Roger's expression instantly darkened. "Recuperate while staying with Chambers, who is renowned for their Spartan training." What kind of nonsense was that?
“What else do you have to say?”
“Oh, no. There isn’t any.”
“Then we’ll go now.”
Emily glanced at Killian, who was about to leave after saying what he wanted to say in a flash.
“Just wait a moment.”
And he had his servant bring the prepared items. In no time, gifts began to pile up on the table.
“What is all this?”
Killian asked with a stern expression.
“Here are some herbs and snacks that will help you recover.”
“What about clothes and shoes?”
"He had an unintentional hiatus from his acting career. I prepared for it with the hope of returning healthy and cool."
“Wow, thank you, ma’am.”
Roger looked genuinely touched. He'd received countless gifts from fans, but never before had someone shown him such meticulous care.
“So, is it all done?”
Roger, who was looking through Emily's gifts, finally noticed Killian ticked with a displeased expression.
'Oh, that kind of backlash shouldn't be directed at me.'
As Roger put down the gift with a fidgety look on his face, Emily also stood up.
“Thank you for that day. I hope you recover quickly.”
“Yes, ma’am... Thank you so much for coming all the way here.”
Killian, who was about to send Emily away and go outside, chuckled at the sight of Roger's tearful face.
“Still, thank you for your hard work in giving me time.”
Roger's face turned red at the first compliment he heard from Killian.
“Get well soon and go to work.”
“Yes! Don’t worry.”
After Killian left, Roger muttered to himself in the bedroom, left alone.
“Geez, it’s nothing more than training.”
They came out to visit the sick, but the weather was too bad to just go home.
“Have you heard the news?”
Emily showed Killian a wad of bills.
“What is this?”
"That's the money I earned playing cards. I got a straight flush that day."
Killian chuckled at Emily's pleased expression.
“You’re more skilled than I thought.”
“Right?”
But Emily again slumped her shoulders and looked depressed.
"But I guess the old saying that a straight flash is bad luck is true. I had that happen to me right after it happened."
At that sight, Killian once again regretted not having been able to finish off that Raminis bastard.
“Come to the club sometimes, it’s better to have an accident right in front of me.”
Killian joked to cheer Emily up.
“Excuse me, Marquis Starr. Did I cause the accident?”
“Oh, come to think of it, that was the son of a bitch who caused the accident.”
“Right?”
Emily waved a handbag full of money in front of his eyes.
“I’m trying to spend that son of a bitch’s money quickly. Do you want to come with me?”
“If your father in the afterlife finds out that you have become so foul-mouthed, he will not leave me alone.”
“Father?”
Emily couldn't imagine her father scolding Killian.
But on the other hand, it was not difficult to imagine a father who was nervous in front of his son-in-law.
Anyway, thanks to Roger wanting to get rid of the boss couple quickly, the two of them had some time left and headed to the jewelry store.
Emily, already threatened by the Giuliano family, planned to use the money to buy a necklace and hang it on the wall to stay alert.
“Welcome, Killian.”
“What’s going on?”
“Thanks, I’m fine. I’ll take you inside quickly.”
The manager took the two people to the VIP room located inside the store.
“How about this? I left it out on purpose to show you, Madam.”
The president brought a pearl necklace, a precious piece consisting of a 120-grain round pearl set with twelve large rose-cut diamonds.
“It’s really beautiful.”
But Emily was worried that it would be a waste to buy such a pretty thing with that child's money.
When the boss saw Emily looking worried, he quickly showed her something else, thinking that she might not like it.
“Or how about this?”
This time, it was an opal necklace. It shone with a rainbow of vibrant colors depending on the direction, and it looked precious in its own right, even without any special techniques.
“Opal is even worse.”
Opals were usually considered heirlooms and were passed down to the most beloved child, rather than the eldest or second-oldest.
She couldn't buy such a jewel with such dirty money.
'Dirty money?'
Emily opened her mouth as if a good idea had occurred to her.
“Show me the black jewel.”
A veteran businessman, he opened the bottom drawer without asking any questions and took out a jewelry box.
The necklace the president took out was a jet necklace with onyx and gold, black enamel-covered gemstones adorning the perimeter, and an elaborate cameo engraved in the center.
“I really, really like it. Please wrap it up for me.”
“Can you really just buy that?”
Killian remembered Emily's eyes widening as she looked at the pearl and opal necklaces just a moment ago.
“Why? Are you going to buy it for me?”
“If you want.”
“Yes. My neck will break.”
Emily dismissed Killian's remark as a joke and paid for the jet necklace. Perhaps because it was a cameo decoration made by a master craftsman, it was more expensive than she'd expected.
After finishing her jewelry purchase and stepping outside, dusk had already fallen. A street band played violins and cellos, and couples danced to the music.
Ivan, who had said he would park the carriage in a suitable place, was nowhere to be seen.
'Should I kill this kid?'
Emily watched Killian hesitate and knew what he was worried about.
“I won’t go anywhere and will just sit here.”
“...Then I will call him right away.”
Killian walked briskly, his heart racing. When he disappeared, Emily sat on a bench beneath a streetlight, watching the sunset.
Next to her, she saw a child feeding ducks by the riverside, and his mother looking at him with delight. Fortunately, there were people around, so Emilia felt safe even when she was alone.
“Mrs. Starr.”
Not long after Killian left, someone cautiously called out to Emily. After seeing the other person's face, Emily quickly stood up and greeted them.
“Hello, Your Highness.”
Lucius's face brightened when it became clear that it was Emily he had called. He swears he never expected to meet Emily here.
He was returning from a night of drinking with his Academy friends, who had come to see him at Robert's. Who would have thought he'd run into Emily in a place like this! Were we truly meant to be?
Emily, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, was still as beautiful as ever. He couldn't even turn his head. It felt as if he looked away, she would disappear.
Lucius couldn't take his eyes off Emily and was drawn towards her.
“Why are you here alone?”
“I came out because I had some business with my husband. He’s gone to call a carriage right now.”
“I see.”
Lucius couldn't hide his disappointment as he looked at the two who didn't seem to get along well.
“I heard that my husband spoke on my behalf, but I’m sorry I couldn’t apologize to you in person.”
Lucius noticed why Emily was apologizing and shook his head with a smile.
“No, the kid’s prank was cute.”
"I guess he was really curious about what His Highness the Crown Prince looked like. Thank you for understanding."
“I’m grateful, but thanks to that, I became close with Madam, so it was actually good.”
Emily smiled awkwardly at Lucius's answer, which was filled with a strange emotion.
Meanwhile, Killian, who had come to find Ivan, found the two of them together again and closed his eyes tightly as if he had a headache.
It wasn't a problem that could be solved just because the wife was quiet. It was just the surroundings that were interfering.
Killian told Ivan to wait and went to where the two were.
“Your Highness, it is so wonderful to see you again like this.”
Lucius's face hardened noticeably when Killian appeared.
Lucius was handsome for a man. He's heard that kind of appearance was popular among young ladies these days, but from Killian's perspective, that kind of gentle face was the type he hated to see.
“I met you by chance on my way back to the palace.”
“What an unexpected coincidence that no one expected at all.”
Killian immediately called Ivan, who was waiting.
“Take the madam in a carriage.”
"Yes."
Ivan escorted Emily, carrying her luggage.
“Madam, please get into the carriage first. I will follow you shortly.”
“I understand. Well, Your Highness, please be careful on your way back.”
Emily said goodbye to Lucius and returned to the carriage with Ivan.
As Emily disappeared from the two men's sight, the standoff between them became tense.
“I don’t think you need to be that hard on me.”
Killian sighed at Lucius's words and slowly took out a cigarette and lit it.
“I grew up in a shallow way and don’t know much about manners, but there is one thing I can teach you, Your Highness.”
He searched through his trouser pockets for a matchbox, and soon lit it with a deft flick of his hand.
Lucius felt that time had passed for some reason.
“Interested in another man’s wife is one of the Ten Commandments in our world.”
Killian's expression, revealed here and there through the smoke, was cold to the point of murder.
“I find it disappointing that the nobles seem to have even less moral sense than I thought, even though they protect people like us.”
Lucius forced a smile at those words.
“Don’t you know that married people are free to date in this half-century? Don’t be so country.”
“You are now openly saying that you have selfish motives.”
“Didn’t you already notice it?”
Killian chuckled at those words.
“But since you're a member of the royal family, I tried to be polite as long as you didn’t cross the line.”
“Where did you get so cocky?”
"I'm speaking very politely now. And this polite manner of speaking will continue until today."
Killian looked at his watch, then threw it into a portable ashtray and elegantly adjusted his hat.
"I think I should go now, since my wife is waiting. Please be careful on your way home."
It was as if those words were a warning to you that you would do well to watch out for your own life.
Lucius, watching Killian's departure, laughed, finding him ridiculous. No matter how much he tried to sway him, he was still nothing more than a gangster.
Lucius slowly walked towards the palace, remembering Emily's face, which seemed to be held captive by Killian.
Without even realizing that it was because of his own twisted mind.
Killian said there was no need, but he felt uncomfortable pretending not to know the injured person.
"It's common for members of the organization to get hurt. You don't need to worry about it every time."
Killian complained all along the carriage ride.
“No matter what, he got hurt because of me.”
“As I told you then, you did nothing wrong. That guy was just being unreasonable.”
"Anyway, it still doesn't change the fact that he was injured while protecting me. I need to check how badly he's been injured."
Killian felt uncomfortable seeing Emily worrying about another man in front of him.
Killian, lost in thought, unconsciously opened and closed his hands repeatedly in front of Emily.
“Why are your hands suddenly like that?”
Emily asked, worried at Killian's gestures that seemed uncomfortable.
“I think I got hurt, too.”
“Huh? You’re hurt?”
Emily, who was unconsciously trying to examine Killian's hand, stopped for a moment.
“But weren’t you fine until just now?”
He was using a knife without any trouble, even while eating breakfast. Emily raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
“I’m the type who is good at enduring things.”
“Is that so? Then, how about we go back to the mansion and get examined?”
This wasn't the answer Killian was hoping for.
“It’s okay. I can bear it.”
Killian had no choice but to place his hands on his knees again. For the first time, he felt envious of Roger.
Roger's house was at 7 Andros, a neighborhood where many nouveau riche and famous people like Roger lived.
“It is an honor that you two came together.”
Roger, who wanted to rest comfortably, felt burdened when the boss and his wife visited together and didn't know what to do.
“I was just going to check if everything was okay.”
Emily noticed Roger's feelings and spoke to him affectionately.
“It didn’t hurt too badly.”
Roger moved his arm, indicating he was okay. Fortunately, there seemed to be no fractures, and Emily was relieved.
“It’s true that your skills have definitely declined.”
Roger bowed his head at Killian's words.
"Sorry."
Even though Roger wasn't in a position to use his body, it was a blow to his pride to be beaten so unilaterally as a member of the mafia.
“I’ve made up the newspaper article, so you can recuperate and receive training from Chambers.”
"Yes?"
Roger's expression instantly darkened. "Recuperate while staying with Chambers, who is renowned for their Spartan training." What kind of nonsense was that?
“What else do you have to say?”
“Oh, no. There isn’t any.”
“Then we’ll go now.”
Emily glanced at Killian, who was about to leave after saying what he wanted to say in a flash.
“Just wait a moment.”
And he had his servant bring the prepared items. In no time, gifts began to pile up on the table.
“What is all this?”
Killian asked with a stern expression.
“Here are some herbs and snacks that will help you recover.”
“What about clothes and shoes?”
"He had an unintentional hiatus from his acting career. I prepared for it with the hope of returning healthy and cool."
“Wow, thank you, ma’am.”
Roger looked genuinely touched. He'd received countless gifts from fans, but never before had someone shown him such meticulous care.
“So, is it all done?”
Roger, who was looking through Emily's gifts, finally noticed Killian ticked with a displeased expression.
'Oh, that kind of backlash shouldn't be directed at me.'
As Roger put down the gift with a fidgety look on his face, Emily also stood up.
“Thank you for that day. I hope you recover quickly.”
“Yes, ma’am... Thank you so much for coming all the way here.”
Killian, who was about to send Emily away and go outside, chuckled at the sight of Roger's tearful face.
“Still, thank you for your hard work in giving me time.”
Roger's face turned red at the first compliment he heard from Killian.
“Get well soon and go to work.”
“Yes! Don’t worry.”
After Killian left, Roger muttered to himself in the bedroom, left alone.
“Geez, it’s nothing more than training.”
***
They came out to visit the sick, but the weather was too bad to just go home.
“Have you heard the news?”
Emily showed Killian a wad of bills.
“What is this?”
"That's the money I earned playing cards. I got a straight flush that day."
Killian chuckled at Emily's pleased expression.
“You’re more skilled than I thought.”
“Right?”
But Emily again slumped her shoulders and looked depressed.
"But I guess the old saying that a straight flash is bad luck is true. I had that happen to me right after it happened."
At that sight, Killian once again regretted not having been able to finish off that Raminis bastard.
“Come to the club sometimes, it’s better to have an accident right in front of me.”
Killian joked to cheer Emily up.
“Excuse me, Marquis Starr. Did I cause the accident?”
“Oh, come to think of it, that was the son of a bitch who caused the accident.”
“Right?”
Emily waved a handbag full of money in front of his eyes.
“I’m trying to spend that son of a bitch’s money quickly. Do you want to come with me?”
“If your father in the afterlife finds out that you have become so foul-mouthed, he will not leave me alone.”
“Father?”
Emily couldn't imagine her father scolding Killian.
But on the other hand, it was not difficult to imagine a father who was nervous in front of his son-in-law.
Anyway, thanks to Roger wanting to get rid of the boss couple quickly, the two of them had some time left and headed to the jewelry store.
Emily, already threatened by the Giuliano family, planned to use the money to buy a necklace and hang it on the wall to stay alert.
“Welcome, Killian.”
“What’s going on?”
“Thanks, I’m fine. I’ll take you inside quickly.”
The manager took the two people to the VIP room located inside the store.
“How about this? I left it out on purpose to show you, Madam.”
The president brought a pearl necklace, a precious piece consisting of a 120-grain round pearl set with twelve large rose-cut diamonds.
“It’s really beautiful.”
But Emily was worried that it would be a waste to buy such a pretty thing with that child's money.
When the boss saw Emily looking worried, he quickly showed her something else, thinking that she might not like it.
“Or how about this?”
This time, it was an opal necklace. It shone with a rainbow of vibrant colors depending on the direction, and it looked precious in its own right, even without any special techniques.
“Opal is even worse.”
Opals were usually considered heirlooms and were passed down to the most beloved child, rather than the eldest or second-oldest.
She couldn't buy such a jewel with such dirty money.
'Dirty money?'
Emily opened her mouth as if a good idea had occurred to her.
“Show me the black jewel.”
A veteran businessman, he opened the bottom drawer without asking any questions and took out a jewelry box.
The necklace the president took out was a jet necklace with onyx and gold, black enamel-covered gemstones adorning the perimeter, and an elaborate cameo engraved in the center.
“I really, really like it. Please wrap it up for me.”
“Can you really just buy that?”
Killian remembered Emily's eyes widening as she looked at the pearl and opal necklaces just a moment ago.
“Why? Are you going to buy it for me?”
“If you want.”
“Yes. My neck will break.”
Emily dismissed Killian's remark as a joke and paid for the jet necklace. Perhaps because it was a cameo decoration made by a master craftsman, it was more expensive than she'd expected.
After finishing her jewelry purchase and stepping outside, dusk had already fallen. A street band played violins and cellos, and couples danced to the music.
Ivan, who had said he would park the carriage in a suitable place, was nowhere to be seen.
'Should I kill this kid?'
Emily watched Killian hesitate and knew what he was worried about.
“I won’t go anywhere and will just sit here.”
“...Then I will call him right away.”
Killian walked briskly, his heart racing. When he disappeared, Emily sat on a bench beneath a streetlight, watching the sunset.
Next to her, she saw a child feeding ducks by the riverside, and his mother looking at him with delight. Fortunately, there were people around, so Emilia felt safe even when she was alone.
“Mrs. Starr.”
Not long after Killian left, someone cautiously called out to Emily. After seeing the other person's face, Emily quickly stood up and greeted them.
“Hello, Your Highness.”
Lucius's face brightened when it became clear that it was Emily he had called. He swears he never expected to meet Emily here.
He was returning from a night of drinking with his Academy friends, who had come to see him at Robert's. Who would have thought he'd run into Emily in a place like this! Were we truly meant to be?
Emily, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, was still as beautiful as ever. He couldn't even turn his head. It felt as if he looked away, she would disappear.
Lucius couldn't take his eyes off Emily and was drawn towards her.
“Why are you here alone?”
“I came out because I had some business with my husband. He’s gone to call a carriage right now.”
“I see.”
Lucius couldn't hide his disappointment as he looked at the two who didn't seem to get along well.
“I heard that my husband spoke on my behalf, but I’m sorry I couldn’t apologize to you in person.”
Lucius noticed why Emily was apologizing and shook his head with a smile.
“No, the kid’s prank was cute.”
"I guess he was really curious about what His Highness the Crown Prince looked like. Thank you for understanding."
“I’m grateful, but thanks to that, I became close with Madam, so it was actually good.”
Emily smiled awkwardly at Lucius's answer, which was filled with a strange emotion.
Meanwhile, Killian, who had come to find Ivan, found the two of them together again and closed his eyes tightly as if he had a headache.
It wasn't a problem that could be solved just because the wife was quiet. It was just the surroundings that were interfering.
Killian told Ivan to wait and went to where the two were.
“Your Highness, it is so wonderful to see you again like this.”
Lucius's face hardened noticeably when Killian appeared.
Lucius was handsome for a man. He's heard that kind of appearance was popular among young ladies these days, but from Killian's perspective, that kind of gentle face was the type he hated to see.
“I met you by chance on my way back to the palace.”
“What an unexpected coincidence that no one expected at all.”
Killian immediately called Ivan, who was waiting.
“Take the madam in a carriage.”
"Yes."
Ivan escorted Emily, carrying her luggage.
“Madam, please get into the carriage first. I will follow you shortly.”
“I understand. Well, Your Highness, please be careful on your way back.”
Emily said goodbye to Lucius and returned to the carriage with Ivan.
As Emily disappeared from the two men's sight, the standoff between them became tense.
“I don’t think you need to be that hard on me.”
Killian sighed at Lucius's words and slowly took out a cigarette and lit it.
“I grew up in a shallow way and don’t know much about manners, but there is one thing I can teach you, Your Highness.”
He searched through his trouser pockets for a matchbox, and soon lit it with a deft flick of his hand.
Lucius felt that time had passed for some reason.
“Interested in another man’s wife is one of the Ten Commandments in our world.”
Killian's expression, revealed here and there through the smoke, was cold to the point of murder.
“I find it disappointing that the nobles seem to have even less moral sense than I thought, even though they protect people like us.”
Lucius forced a smile at those words.
“Don’t you know that married people are free to date in this half-century? Don’t be so country.”
“You are now openly saying that you have selfish motives.”
“Didn’t you already notice it?”
Killian chuckled at those words.
“But since you're a member of the royal family, I tried to be polite as long as you didn’t cross the line.”
“Where did you get so cocky?”
"I'm speaking very politely now. And this polite manner of speaking will continue until today."
Killian looked at his watch, then threw it into a portable ashtray and elegantly adjusted his hat.
"I think I should go now, since my wife is waiting. Please be careful on your way home."
It was as if those words were a warning to you that you would do well to watch out for your own life.
Lucius, watching Killian's departure, laughed, finding him ridiculous. No matter how much he tried to sway him, he was still nothing more than a gangster.
Lucius slowly walked towards the palace, remembering Emily's face, which seemed to be held captive by Killian.
Without even realizing that it was because of his own twisted mind.
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