The day after the promise came.
Killian's figure was tall and imposing, wearing a black jacket and white, tight-fitting riding breeches.
The solid body that could be felt from the silhouette at first glance showed how diligently Killian had trained.
“Have you ever ridden a horse?”
Emily, still in a low mood, answered coldly.
“I learned the basic posture.”
Dr. Payne did everything he could to keep Emily from skipping horseback riding this morning.
What happens to your skin, your body, even your personality when you're constipated? Emily still wanted to shout out that her constipation wasn't that bad.
But the water was spilled, and Killian took her to the stables.
A horse recognized Killian and approached him. It was a strong, handsome horse, at first glance.
"What's his name?"
“Lois.”
When the horse heard its name, it rubbed its head affectionately against Killian's hand.
“I have found a horse for you to ride.”
“Already?”
“Giovanni has found a good horse and will bring it to you as soon as possible.”
She was said to be a mare of good bloodlines and docile genes inherited from her parents. Giovanni, who found a suitable horse in just one day thanks to Killian's urging, put aside other matters and set out to find her.
"Thank god."
After a moment of silence, Emily asked what she had been wondering about.
“By the way, when did you learn horseback riding?”
Emily was also very surprised by Killian's horse riding skills, which she had seen at the Duke Sadie's house.
Since commoners didn't usually ride horses, they weren't familiar with equestrian techniques or rules. However, Killian was extremely skilled and experienced.
“John’s father owned Granville Racecourse, and I worked there taking care of the horses.”
Now she understands why he was so good at talking.
Granville Racecourse, located in the forest of Granville, is renowned for its expansive "grass track." The horse racing events held there are so popular that it's rumored to generate significant revenue.
“I had no idea. John’s father was the owner of that place.”
“Right now, I am managing Granville until John becomes an adult.”
Claude Powell, John's father, was a self-made man who rose from being a slum gangster to take over the Granville racecourse.
He also had a huge influence on Killian becoming a mafia member and the boss of the organization, and helped him a lot in establishing himself.
Taking care of John in place of the deceased Claude is also to keep his loyalty to him.
Killian had been saving the racetrack's revenue for John, planning to hand it over to him when he came of age. He'd rather hand it over right away, though.
Killian stroked Lois a few times and then jumped onto the horse.
“Get in.”
Killian reached out to Emily.
“Are we riding together?”
“I can’t help it since you didn’t tell me.”
Emily looked at the other horses in the stable. Killian, sensing her thoughts, spoke firmly.
“Those horses aren’t suitable for you to ride alone either.”
Emily stared blankly at Killian, who was standing above Lois.
“You speak too highly.”
“Can you put your foot down there?”
"... Yes."
As Emily hesitated with one foot on the stirrup, Killian pulled her hand with great force and grabbed her waist.
In that instant, Emily was able to take her place in front of Killian.
“If you want to get off, just tell me.”
Emily, who had been thinking, slowly shook her head.
The ride was better than she expected. Killian was firmly supporting her from behind, and the wind was refreshing. The expansive fields visible from the high vantage point cleared her breath.
Killian, who had helped Emily hold the reins steadily, signaled to the horse.
Lois ran at a moderate pace, perhaps out of consideration for Emily. Emily's ears grew increasingly numb from the warmth of Killian behind her and the sound of his rapidly beating heart.
It was much closer than she thought. Have they ever been this close since they got married?
Emily's earlobes were turning increasingly red.
Killian was equally nervous. He tightened his grip on the reins, trying to calm his racing heart.
He gripped it so hard that the blue tendons on the back of his hand stood out, but his heart was pounding so hard that it wouldn't subside.
“Have you ever been to Lake Yvette?”
Killian spoke calmly, pretending not to be nervous.
“No. I only heard the story.”
Lake Yvette is famous for its pink color. However, to reach it, one must pass through the Starr family's forest, making it inaccessible to the public.
'How long have we been married?'
Perhaps if Emily had been more social, people would be asking her, "Have you been to Lake Yvette?"
"Now I'm taking Emily to Lake Yvette," Killian said, turning his horse's head in that direction, reproaching himself.
But that doesn't mean he didn't care about Emily. He just didn't know how to treat her.
Just standing in front of Emily, like a fool, made him feel small. She was someone who would have been happier if she hadn't gotten involved with him.
In the quiet atmosphere, the two arrived at Lake Yvette. They found a comfortable spot nearby and tied up their horses.
“It’s much more beautiful than I expected.”
“This is probably the only lake of this color in the Van Centenary.”
Killian felt a sense of pride at Emily's admiration.
“Maybe if you charge an admission fee and make it public, you might get rich quickly.”
“Instead, anyone will be able to freely come and go through this forest.”
“That’s true.”
Killian was overly wary of strangers, especially those who intruded on his territory.
'What kind of dark past do you have?'
Emily played around by throwing rocks at the lake, thinking, "When I read that book in my past life, the author had also written a side story about Killian... Would I have liked to read that episode?"
“Please sit here.”
Meanwhile, Killian took off his jacket and placed it on the grass.
“You can just sit down...”
“Your clothes will get dirty.”
“Your jacket is getting dirty too.”
It didn't matter that his jacket was dirty. Killian shrugged lightly and sat down next to the open jacket.
“Why are you sitting on the grass when you even tried to spread out your jacket?”
"That's..."
Well, if we sit there together, our thighs will touch... Emily tilted her head at Killian, who suddenly blushed, not knowing what he was thinking.
“I just feel comfortable here.”
Emily found Killian's evasive response somewhat suspicious. Seeing his sincerity, she sat down on his jacket... Ah, so that's why he sat there.
As she sat down, Emily's cheeks also turned red as she understood Killian's actions.
The sun was warm, the breeze cool. The birds were chirping, and the lake was calm. Killian and Emily sat apart, but as everyone hoped, their hearts seemed closer than ever.
After the long and short horseback riding session, the two returned to the mansion, walking together at a distance narrower than when they left.
Alvin, Cezanne, Roxy, Chili, and Ivan, who had been watching the couple from afar, hurriedly hid in the bushes.
“How do you two look?”
“I see a pink current.”
"Yes?"
Ivan sighed and joined Alvin and Cezanne's conversation.
“But from my perspective as an expert on wrong stuff, I think this is not enough.”
Hearing that, Alvin, who had worked the hardest on this project, got angry and became very angry.
“When did you get here again!”
Ivan ignored Alvin and continued to express his opinion.
“Since ancient times, hugging has been about connecting hearts... I wouldn’t say they hugged, but they weren’t holding hands either... Anyway, I think a little more dramatic direction was needed.”
"So you broke a perfectly good bathtub? Do you know how much it costs to repair?"
Ivan shook his head at those words.
"Is now the time to worry about money? That's why Alvin can't date."
“What? This guy?”
Alvin's face turned red from head to toe. He felt incredibly embarrassed in front of Cezanne, Roxy, and Chili.
"How do you know that! Whether I'm in a relationship or not!"
Ivan calmly took an envelope out of his pocket and thrust it into his hand.
“The postman came and went a little while ago.”
The recipient was Alvin, and the sender was a woman named Tina. Alvin swiftly snatched the envelope from Ivan's hands and read the letter.
- Alvin.
I'm not interested in you.
Live your life, feeling sorry for forcing a confession from you.
You are just a guest to me, nothing more, nothing less.
Well then, bye.
Alvin's hands, which had been holding the letter, slowly fell down.
“...Ivan, have you read this letter?”
"Is that a letter? I'd be more sincere if I wrote a note."
Cezanne, Roxy, and Chili looked between the two and quietly left.
Ivan's screams could be heard from behind.
Killian's figure was tall and imposing, wearing a black jacket and white, tight-fitting riding breeches.
The solid body that could be felt from the silhouette at first glance showed how diligently Killian had trained.
“Have you ever ridden a horse?”
Emily, still in a low mood, answered coldly.
“I learned the basic posture.”
Dr. Payne did everything he could to keep Emily from skipping horseback riding this morning.
What happens to your skin, your body, even your personality when you're constipated? Emily still wanted to shout out that her constipation wasn't that bad.
But the water was spilled, and Killian took her to the stables.
A horse recognized Killian and approached him. It was a strong, handsome horse, at first glance.
"What's his name?"
“Lois.”
When the horse heard its name, it rubbed its head affectionately against Killian's hand.
“I have found a horse for you to ride.”
“Already?”
“Giovanni has found a good horse and will bring it to you as soon as possible.”
She was said to be a mare of good bloodlines and docile genes inherited from her parents. Giovanni, who found a suitable horse in just one day thanks to Killian's urging, put aside other matters and set out to find her.
"Thank god."
After a moment of silence, Emily asked what she had been wondering about.
“By the way, when did you learn horseback riding?”
Emily was also very surprised by Killian's horse riding skills, which she had seen at the Duke Sadie's house.
Since commoners didn't usually ride horses, they weren't familiar with equestrian techniques or rules. However, Killian was extremely skilled and experienced.
“John’s father owned Granville Racecourse, and I worked there taking care of the horses.”
Now she understands why he was so good at talking.
Granville Racecourse, located in the forest of Granville, is renowned for its expansive "grass track." The horse racing events held there are so popular that it's rumored to generate significant revenue.
“I had no idea. John’s father was the owner of that place.”
“Right now, I am managing Granville until John becomes an adult.”
Claude Powell, John's father, was a self-made man who rose from being a slum gangster to take over the Granville racecourse.
He also had a huge influence on Killian becoming a mafia member and the boss of the organization, and helped him a lot in establishing himself.
Taking care of John in place of the deceased Claude is also to keep his loyalty to him.
Killian had been saving the racetrack's revenue for John, planning to hand it over to him when he came of age. He'd rather hand it over right away, though.
Killian stroked Lois a few times and then jumped onto the horse.
“Get in.”
Killian reached out to Emily.
“Are we riding together?”
“I can’t help it since you didn’t tell me.”
Emily looked at the other horses in the stable. Killian, sensing her thoughts, spoke firmly.
“Those horses aren’t suitable for you to ride alone either.”
Emily stared blankly at Killian, who was standing above Lois.
“You speak too highly.”
“Can you put your foot down there?”
"... Yes."
As Emily hesitated with one foot on the stirrup, Killian pulled her hand with great force and grabbed her waist.
In that instant, Emily was able to take her place in front of Killian.
“If you want to get off, just tell me.”
Emily, who had been thinking, slowly shook her head.
The ride was better than she expected. Killian was firmly supporting her from behind, and the wind was refreshing. The expansive fields visible from the high vantage point cleared her breath.
Killian, who had helped Emily hold the reins steadily, signaled to the horse.
Lois ran at a moderate pace, perhaps out of consideration for Emily. Emily's ears grew increasingly numb from the warmth of Killian behind her and the sound of his rapidly beating heart.
It was much closer than she thought. Have they ever been this close since they got married?
Emily's earlobes were turning increasingly red.
Killian was equally nervous. He tightened his grip on the reins, trying to calm his racing heart.
He gripped it so hard that the blue tendons on the back of his hand stood out, but his heart was pounding so hard that it wouldn't subside.
“Have you ever been to Lake Yvette?”
Killian spoke calmly, pretending not to be nervous.
“No. I only heard the story.”
Lake Yvette is famous for its pink color. However, to reach it, one must pass through the Starr family's forest, making it inaccessible to the public.
'How long have we been married?'
Perhaps if Emily had been more social, people would be asking her, "Have you been to Lake Yvette?"
"Now I'm taking Emily to Lake Yvette," Killian said, turning his horse's head in that direction, reproaching himself.
But that doesn't mean he didn't care about Emily. He just didn't know how to treat her.
Just standing in front of Emily, like a fool, made him feel small. She was someone who would have been happier if she hadn't gotten involved with him.
In the quiet atmosphere, the two arrived at Lake Yvette. They found a comfortable spot nearby and tied up their horses.
“It’s much more beautiful than I expected.”
“This is probably the only lake of this color in the Van Centenary.”
Killian felt a sense of pride at Emily's admiration.
“Maybe if you charge an admission fee and make it public, you might get rich quickly.”
“Instead, anyone will be able to freely come and go through this forest.”
“That’s true.”
Killian was overly wary of strangers, especially those who intruded on his territory.
'What kind of dark past do you have?'
Emily played around by throwing rocks at the lake, thinking, "When I read that book in my past life, the author had also written a side story about Killian... Would I have liked to read that episode?"
“Please sit here.”
Meanwhile, Killian took off his jacket and placed it on the grass.
“You can just sit down...”
“Your clothes will get dirty.”
“Your jacket is getting dirty too.”
It didn't matter that his jacket was dirty. Killian shrugged lightly and sat down next to the open jacket.
“Why are you sitting on the grass when you even tried to spread out your jacket?”
"That's..."
Well, if we sit there together, our thighs will touch... Emily tilted her head at Killian, who suddenly blushed, not knowing what he was thinking.
“I just feel comfortable here.”
Emily found Killian's evasive response somewhat suspicious. Seeing his sincerity, she sat down on his jacket... Ah, so that's why he sat there.
As she sat down, Emily's cheeks also turned red as she understood Killian's actions.
The sun was warm, the breeze cool. The birds were chirping, and the lake was calm. Killian and Emily sat apart, but as everyone hoped, their hearts seemed closer than ever.
After the long and short horseback riding session, the two returned to the mansion, walking together at a distance narrower than when they left.
Alvin, Cezanne, Roxy, Chili, and Ivan, who had been watching the couple from afar, hurriedly hid in the bushes.
“How do you two look?”
“I see a pink current.”
"Yes?"
Ivan sighed and joined Alvin and Cezanne's conversation.
“But from my perspective as an expert on wrong stuff, I think this is not enough.”
Hearing that, Alvin, who had worked the hardest on this project, got angry and became very angry.
“When did you get here again!”
Ivan ignored Alvin and continued to express his opinion.
“Since ancient times, hugging has been about connecting hearts... I wouldn’t say they hugged, but they weren’t holding hands either... Anyway, I think a little more dramatic direction was needed.”
"So you broke a perfectly good bathtub? Do you know how much it costs to repair?"
Ivan shook his head at those words.
"Is now the time to worry about money? That's why Alvin can't date."
“What? This guy?”
Alvin's face turned red from head to toe. He felt incredibly embarrassed in front of Cezanne, Roxy, and Chili.
"How do you know that! Whether I'm in a relationship or not!"
Ivan calmly took an envelope out of his pocket and thrust it into his hand.
“The postman came and went a little while ago.”
The recipient was Alvin, and the sender was a woman named Tina. Alvin swiftly snatched the envelope from Ivan's hands and read the letter.
- Alvin.
I'm not interested in you.
Live your life, feeling sorry for forcing a confession from you.
You are just a guest to me, nothing more, nothing less.
Well then, bye.
Alvin's hands, which had been holding the letter, slowly fell down.
“...Ivan, have you read this letter?”
"Is that a letter? I'd be more sincere if I wrote a note."
Cezanne, Roxy, and Chili looked between the two and quietly left.
Ivan's screams could be heard from behind.
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