The mood in the mansion quickly soured the next day as Emily's mood soured.
For reference, Killian's mood is usually unknown or unpleasant, so his mood changes are not reflected in the atmosphere of the mansion.
So, it was clear that the reason everyone in the mansion was fidgeting was because Emily was upset.
“Emily, are you okay?”
John, the one who caused this, asked with a straight face.
“Yeah, what?”
“Uncle upset Emily.”
To be honest, when he first planned this, he wanted his uncle to get upset when he saw Emily and the Crown Prince together.
So, it was a completely unexpected turn of events for Killian to get angry at Emily or for the two to fight.
John, without even thinking about the fact that he had caused the situation, turned the blame on Killian, who had brought it to this point.
“John.”
While he was inwardly cursing Killian, Emily grabbed John's shoulder with a serious face and asked.
“Did anyone tell you that the Marquis and I fought in front of you?”
“Huh? Oh, no.”
He could never say that he was sneaking in there.
When Killian was being mean to Emily, he desperately wanted to leave. But he was afraid that if he did, Emily would forever label him a bad kid.
“It’s just the atmosphere... It feels like the two of you are fighting.”
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have made you feel that way when you were young.”
For the first time in his seven-year-old life, John felt his conscience prickle.
“Don’t worry about me.”
But John still lacked the courage to speak honestly. Anxious and impatient, he scratched his head and spoke.
“Should we end practice here today?”
"Thank you for thinking of me. Once things work out, I'll practice hard again."
Emily stroked John's head, finding him peculiar.
With the schedule she'd left off for John gone, Emily had some free time. She summoned the butler to her private study to track down the culprit.
“Alvin, did you find out when His Highness the Crown Prince sent the letter?”
“Yes, I checked with the postal officer at the royal palace, and he said that all the letters from the Crown Prince’s Palace were processed in batches a week ago.”
“So how long does it usually take for delivery?”
“They said it would arrive within two or three days, so I guess I should call the maid who was in charge of the letter four or five days ago.”
“Do you happen to know who that kid is?”
Alvin nodded with a confident look on his face.
“It’s Chili. She came up with a letter last week.”
“Then call her quickly.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Not long after, Chili came up to the study at Alvin's call.
“Madam, did you call?”
From the moment a cold wind blew through the mansion, she instinctively knew she was involved. Chili, having made her first major mistake in her mafia career, felt a cold sweat dripping down her palms.
“It’s nothing special, I just called you because I wanted to ask you something.”
“Please inquire, Madam.”
“Was there a letter from His Highness the Crown Prince among the letters you brought me over the past week?”
“That’s... I’m not sure because I didn’t check the recipient of the letter.”
“You didn’t check the recipient?”
This was because, in noble families, it was common practice to sort letters by importance before reporting them. When Emily seemed puzzled, Alvin stepped forward to explain.
"We usually just check the mail for explosives or other hazardous materials. Chili, in particular, is an expert in explosives disposal."
Chili added further explanation there.
"I didn't know if I could confirm the recipient. Killian hates his private life being revealed, so I try to be especially careful about that when I meet you two."
In that case, there was no way to confirm whether the Crown Prince's letter had arrived safely.
Chili's mouth twitched as she looked at Emily, who was lost in thought. A few days ago, Killian had summoned several of his servants and given them a special order.
“If anything happens to John, report it to me directly, not to the madam.”
“Understood, Your Grace.”
Entering this mafia den, the only person Emily felt comfortable with was John. She didn't like it that it was John, but she couldn't take that sanctuary away from Emily.
So Killian made sure that Emily would never see John's bad side again.
“There’s nothing I can do. I guess you should just go now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As soon as she came out of Emily's room, Chili ran straight to Giovanni.
“Giovanni, I have something to tell you. Do you have time?”
Giovanni had been extremely stressed out these past few days because of Killian's sensitive behavior.
To others, Killian always had the same expressionless demeanor, but Giovanni, who worked closest to him as his aide, was directly hit by his sharp aura.
“What’s going on? Is it important?”
“Yes, it’s about Madam.”
Giovanni, who was working with his eyes closed, jumped up at the word "Madam."
“Has something happened to Madam?”
“That’s not it...”
Chili relayed the story a few days ago about how John had intercepted a letter mid-delivery. Giovanni, having heard the whole story, touched his forehead and shouted.
“You know exactly what kind of person John is, yet you fall for it so easily!”
“I am truly ashamed.”
'Whoa, you fucking brat.'
Chili decided never to speak to John again.
In any case, the case was unraveling. To pinpoint the culprit more conclusively, Giovanni checked to see if John had ever been to the post office.
As expected, the date John went to the post office and the date he guessed the letter would have been delivered to the Crown Prince coincided perfectly.
Killian, who later heard the whole report from Giovanni, clicked his tongue.
“That's unbelievable.”
For reference, Killian's mood is usually unknown or unpleasant, so his mood changes are not reflected in the atmosphere of the mansion.
So, it was clear that the reason everyone in the mansion was fidgeting was because Emily was upset.
“Emily, are you okay?”
John, the one who caused this, asked with a straight face.
“Yeah, what?”
“Uncle upset Emily.”
To be honest, when he first planned this, he wanted his uncle to get upset when he saw Emily and the Crown Prince together.
So, it was a completely unexpected turn of events for Killian to get angry at Emily or for the two to fight.
‘What the hell are you doing, you stupid uncle? You look so tacky.’
“John.”
While he was inwardly cursing Killian, Emily grabbed John's shoulder with a serious face and asked.
“Did anyone tell you that the Marquis and I fought in front of you?”
“Huh? Oh, no.”
He could never say that he was sneaking in there.
When Killian was being mean to Emily, he desperately wanted to leave. But he was afraid that if he did, Emily would forever label him a bad kid.
“It’s just the atmosphere... It feels like the two of you are fighting.”
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have made you feel that way when you were young.”
For the first time in his seven-year-old life, John felt his conscience prickle.
“Don’t worry about me.”
But John still lacked the courage to speak honestly. Anxious and impatient, he scratched his head and spoke.
“Should we end practice here today?”
"Thank you for thinking of me. Once things work out, I'll practice hard again."
Emily stroked John's head, finding him peculiar.
With the schedule she'd left off for John gone, Emily had some free time. She summoned the butler to her private study to track down the culprit.
“Alvin, did you find out when His Highness the Crown Prince sent the letter?”
“Yes, I checked with the postal officer at the royal palace, and he said that all the letters from the Crown Prince’s Palace were processed in batches a week ago.”
“So how long does it usually take for delivery?”
“They said it would arrive within two or three days, so I guess I should call the maid who was in charge of the letter four or five days ago.”
“Do you happen to know who that kid is?”
Alvin nodded with a confident look on his face.
“It’s Chili. She came up with a letter last week.”
“Then call her quickly.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Not long after, Chili came up to the study at Alvin's call.
“Madam, did you call?”
From the moment a cold wind blew through the mansion, she instinctively knew she was involved. Chili, having made her first major mistake in her mafia career, felt a cold sweat dripping down her palms.
“It’s nothing special, I just called you because I wanted to ask you something.”
“Please inquire, Madam.”
“Was there a letter from His Highness the Crown Prince among the letters you brought me over the past week?”
“That’s... I’m not sure because I didn’t check the recipient of the letter.”
“You didn’t check the recipient?”
She thought it was strange that they even sent over promotional letters.
"We usually just check the mail for explosives or other hazardous materials. Chili, in particular, is an expert in explosives disposal."
Chili added further explanation there.
"I didn't know if I could confirm the recipient. Killian hates his private life being revealed, so I try to be especially careful about that when I meet you two."
In that case, there was no way to confirm whether the Crown Prince's letter had arrived safely.
Chili's mouth twitched as she looked at Emily, who was lost in thought. A few days ago, Killian had summoned several of his servants and given them a special order.
“If anything happens to John, report it to me directly, not to the madam.”
“Understood, Your Grace.”
Entering this mafia den, the only person Emily felt comfortable with was John. She didn't like it that it was John, but she couldn't take that sanctuary away from Emily.
So Killian made sure that Emily would never see John's bad side again.
“There’s nothing I can do. I guess you should just go now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As soon as she came out of Emily's room, Chili ran straight to Giovanni.
“Giovanni, I have something to tell you. Do you have time?”
Giovanni had been extremely stressed out these past few days because of Killian's sensitive behavior.
To others, Killian always had the same expressionless demeanor, but Giovanni, who worked closest to him as his aide, was directly hit by his sharp aura.
“What’s going on? Is it important?”
“Yes, it’s about Madam.”
Giovanni, who was working with his eyes closed, jumped up at the word "Madam."
“Has something happened to Madam?”
“That’s not it...”
Chili relayed the story a few days ago about how John had intercepted a letter mid-delivery. Giovanni, having heard the whole story, touched his forehead and shouted.
“You know exactly what kind of person John is, yet you fall for it so easily!”
“I am truly ashamed.”
'Whoa, you fucking brat.'
Chili decided never to speak to John again.
In any case, the case was unraveling. To pinpoint the culprit more conclusively, Giovanni checked to see if John had ever been to the post office.
As expected, the date John went to the post office and the date he guessed the letter would have been delivered to the Crown Prince coincided perfectly.
Killian, who later heard the whole report from Giovanni, clicked his tongue.
“That's unbelievable.”
But Killian couldn't just curse John. He thought he knew why John had done such a thing.
'It must be because of the handkerchief.'
In the end, he sighed again at the thought that he had created this situation.
Of course, what's more painful than that is that he hasn't even been able to give Emily a proper apology since then.
“Is Madam skipping dinner today, too?”
“She wouldn’t want to eat while looking at my face.”
Giovanni offered advice with a sad heart.
“How about we explain our relationship with the royal family?”
“That is absolutely not possible.”
Killian's answer was firm.
“The letter was to be treated as a prank by the servant to the Crown Prince. The servant was to be expelled from the castle.”
"All right."
“Remove Chili from the list of employees in the castle and return her to headquarters.”
“How can I tell Madam that Chili is leaving?”
Killian paused at those words. Clearly, Emily had declared that she would handle things herself. If she knew how things were handled, she'd never speak to him again.
That's absolutely not allowed.
“Wait a minute, hold on to everything I said.”
"All right."
No matter how much he thought about it, no good idea came to mind.
He'd done too much in such a short period of time. Killian decided to take a bath to cool his head.
As Killian went up to his room with mixed feelings, his butler, Alvin, came running out of breath and bowed his head in front of him.
“Mr. Killian, I’m truly sorry. The bathtub is broken, so you’ll have to use the bathroom next door until it’s fixed.”
Anyway, the master bedroom was directly connected to the bedroom, so it wasn't too inconvenient, but he was curious how the bathtub could break.
Erwin, who realized the meaning of Killian's silence, quickly gave an answer.
“Ivan was fixing the water tap when he blew the faucet, and it hit the bathtub and broke it.”
Ivan was both a versatile hand that could fix everything and a destroyer that could destroy everything.
“Yes, then go.”
Killian, who understood that this was something that could easily happen, waved his hand as if it was all too much trouble.
Since he wasn't going to be bathed anyway, there was no problem using the bathroom in another room. Killian simply grabbed a towel and went into the next room.
At that time, Emily had already finished bathing and was sitting in front of the mirror.
Cezanne and Roxy carefully combed Emily's hair and dressed her in a pure white chemise.
“Then we will take our leave now.”
“Thank you, good night, everyone.”
Emily climbed into bed and lay down, but sleep did not come easily.
The cold war with Killian continues, the culprit is never found, and the Crown Prince has no idea what the hell he was sending.
It wasn't that she wanted an apology from Killian now, but she was secretly annoyed that he had been ignoring her and not even trying to resolve the situation.
“I’ll feel better if I write a bunch of curses in my diary.”
Emily stood up again and headed toward the bookshelf. Then, in the same shelf where her diary had been placed, she noticed a previously unnoticed book.
< Do you know what the handle of a grindstone is called? >
“Are you kidding me?”
It seemed like a book explaining the culture of the Eastern Empire.
“Why is the book title like this?”
Emily couldn't contain her curiosity, and just as she pulled out the book, the bookshelf began to slowly move with a creaking noise.
"So this is the other secret passage Alvin was talking about? Wait, why is the floor moving?"
It wasn't surprising, as secret passages created through bookshelves were commonplace. However, the part of the floor where the bookshelf was located shifted, and Emily also fell to the opposite wall.
Bam.
As Killian was coming out of the bathroom, Emily, dressed in a chemise, jumped out in front of him.
He was so surprised that he dropped the towel on the floor.
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