Killian dropped Emily off in front of the temple as promised and gave the butler another strong order.
“Alvin, take good care of Madam.”
“Don’t worry, My Lord.”
Emily, who had been watching their conversation, checked Alvin's ears for any signs of bleeding. Killian was already repeating the same story for the sixth time.
“Don’t worry, just go now.”
Emily decided to send Killian away in a hurry, unable to do anything about it as he was saying the same thing.
“I’ll be back in an hour.”
“Yes, I will finish it as quickly as possible.”
Killian couldn't bring himself to move and watched Emily enter the temple until she completely disappeared.
Only after she had completely disappeared did he leave.
Meanwhile, Emily entered the temple and looked around for any familiar faces. Fortunately, there was no one.
“Then, Alvin, please wait here.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Emily was now scheduled to go to the confessional to confess to the priest.
“Do you have anything to confess?”
The confessional has three doors, with the priest in the center and the faithful on either side. While one believer goes to confession, the other waits in repentance.
Alvin shook his head quietly at Emily's question.
“I have never lived so righteously as I do these days.”
Alvin had been away from the dark side of life for quite some time, suddenly forced to take on the role of a butler, something he had never done before.
“...That’s an enviable confidence.”
Emily entered the confessional with a trembling expression.
The priest didn't open the window, perhaps because the person next to him hadn't yet finished repenting. While he waited, he decided to pray with a devout heart until the window opened.
After some time, the priest could be heard clearing his throat in the next room, and the window finally opened.
“What sin have you come to confess?”
Emily, who had made the sign of the cross, opened her mouth heavily.
“I sinned yesterday.”
“What crime did you commit?”
“It was the first time in my life that I shot a gun at a person.”
After a moment of silence, the priest asked again.
“Is that person alive?”
"Yes."
Although she couldn't hear anything, Emily had a feeling that he was relieved.
“...By confessing your sins, you are already walking with Lady Siska.”
"Amen."
"Confession of evil deeds is the beginning of good deeds. Every time you sin, repent of it."
Emily closed her eyes and clasped her hands together in prayer.
“Please give me a chance to atone.”
“I hope you will pray every night in atonement.”
That wasn't all that difficult. She's already prayed before eating anyway.
“Yes, I will definitely do that.”
“In the name of St. Sista, I absolve you of your sins. Amen.”
"Amen."
Emily, who came out of the confessional with a much lighter heart, met an unexpected person in front of her.
“I didn’t know I would run into Madame Starr at this hour.”
It was Count Enoch Blois, whom she had met at the Duke of Sadie's castle. Emily tried to hide her surprise as she greeted him.
“Count Blois, how come I see you here?”
“I also come here, didn’t you know?”
“Yes, I had no idea.”
The temple had separate seating for men and women. This wasn't unusual, as it was often difficult for people of different genders to see each other even after years.
“I knew Mrs. Starr was coming here, so I’m sad.”
That wasn't all that surprising. Emily was always the center of attention wherever she went.
“I thought it would be difficult to have a conversation like this since you’ve become more famous recently, but I guess I got the timing right.”
“Do you have anything to say to me?”
Enoch said, scratching the back of his head as if embarrassed.
“I would like to be introduced to Young Lady Huppert.”
Emily's expression darkened when the topic of Marlene came up.
“You had plenty of time to talk to Marlene that day, but seeing as there hasn’t been much progress, isn’t it hopeless?”
“...That’s a bit harsh. I’m hurt.”
It didn't matter whether Enoch was hurt or not. Emily really didn't want to be Marlene's matchmaker.
"Anyway, Marlene isn't my area of expertise. I think it would be best to send her a letter directly."
“Hmm, yes.”
Enoch nodded with a regretful expression, then clapped his hands as if remembering something.
“But, is Madam now a member of the mafia?”
Emily's eyes narrowed as she wondered what kind of nonsense he was going to say this time.
“What do you mean by that?”
Enoch quickly pulled out a newspaper article he was carrying in his bosom and showed it to her. It showed Emily pointing a gun at someone.
“...Are you carrying this around with you?”
No matter how much she looked at it, she didn't like the photo because it looked worse than the real thing.
“Anything fun?”
Enoch put the newspaper back in his pocket.
“Your gun-handling skills are top-notch. Where did you learn them?”
Emily, who had just come out of the hospital repenting for shooting the gun, was startled and lowered her voice.
“When I was young. But that doesn’t mean I’m a mafia member.”
"Life doesn't always go the way you want it to. I want to go straight, but I always end up getting sidetracked."
Enoch shrugged at those words. Now that she thinks about it, Enoch was also in front of the confessional, so it seemed like he had some sins to confess.
Emily, who had been looking back and forth between Enoch and the confessional, asked cautiously.
“Did you do something wrong?”
As Enoch was about to say something, Butler Alvin came running from behind, shouting, “Madam!”
"Everyone makes mistakes, right? I hope you can live the life you want."
Enoch left, leaving only those words behind, as if he didn't want to face Alvin. As Emily was mulling over his words with a sense of unease, Alvin arrived before her.
“Madam, who was that person earlier?”
Alvin said, panting with a worried expression.
“I’m the Count of Blois. Do you know him?”
“I just know that he’s a bit of a weirdo.”
Alvin's comment was quite accurate.
“Did he do anything to you, madam?”
Alvin seemed to be concerned by Emily's serious expression.
“No. I just exchanged greetings because we had a connection at Duke Sadi’s estate.”
“It’s fortunate that nothing happens...”
“Isn’t it about time for the Marquis to arrive?”
At Emily's words, Alvin looked at his watch.
“I’ll go outside and see if the carriage has arrived.”
“Let’s go out together.”
Emily went outside with Alvin. Just then, a carriage pulled into the temple.
“Have you finished your work?”
Killian asked as he got out of the carriage.
“Yes, you?”
“It was simple, so it was over quickly.”
"Yes."
And then silence fell again.
“...Then shall we go back?”
Killian nodded at Emily's words.
“Yes, just a moment.”
Alvin urgently stopped the two from getting into the carriage.
“Are you just going to the mansion like this?”
One of Killian's eyebrows rose as if asking what that meant.
"Then?"
“While you’re out, why not take a look around the market?”
“Why should I visit the market?”
Alvin didn't really have anything to say to Killian's words, but he couldn't let this opportunity for a natural date between the two go to waste.
“Madam, have you ever been to Fleur Market?”
“I haven’t been there yet.”
Alvin looked straight at Killian as if protesting.
“Madam, you’ve been so interested in gardening lately, yet you haven’t taken me there yet.”
Emily smiled awkwardly behind him. The garden looked bleak, so she instructed him to decorate it, but honestly, the gardener was doing most of the work himself, and Emily had done very little.
Killian, who felt strangely guilty at the words that Alvin's operation had been successful, winked at Emily.
“Get in. I’ll show you around.”
“Have you ever been there?”
Hmm... I've been there before. To collected money when I was young. Alvin cleared his throat and intervened in place of Killian, who was looking embarrassed.
“Then you two go on your way. I have something to do, so I’ll go back to the mansion first.”
It was too obvious that he was giving up his seat, but Alvin's efforts were so admirable that the two decided to quietly climb into the carriage.
Alvin waved cheerfully from outside the window.
“What kind of flowers will you buy when you go?”
As the carriage began to move, Killian asked.
“Well, I need to find some flowers to decorate the balcony.”
Emily, who had no particular thoughts at first, strangely felt a surge of desire to dress up once she decided to do so.
“Did you know that geraniums smell really good?”
“I don’t know much about flowers.”
“They’re easy to care for. And I think pansies would look pretty if you hung them in pots in the air.”
Emily took out a pen and paper from her purse and wrote down the flowers she needed to buy.
“What else do we have? Oh! I need to buy some begonias too.”
Killian leaned back against the chair, enjoying Emily's excited chatter as if it were music.
"I'm also going to put up a side table. I want to have tea time there when John comes over during the holidays."
But when John, whom he'd forgotten about, popped up, Killian's eyebrows twitched. The thought of him running wild during the vacation already made the back of his neck tingle.
“John hasn’t sent letters lately. Is he busy?”
“It’s probably because it’s exam period.”
“Ah... He must be busy studying.”
Killian really, really hates it, but he sees Emily with a secretly sad look on her face.
Killian decided to find out about John's situation through Giovanni.
“Alvin, take good care of Madam.”
“Don’t worry, My Lord.”
Emily, who had been watching their conversation, checked Alvin's ears for any signs of bleeding. Killian was already repeating the same story for the sixth time.
“Don’t worry, just go now.”
Emily decided to send Killian away in a hurry, unable to do anything about it as he was saying the same thing.
“I’ll be back in an hour.”
“Yes, I will finish it as quickly as possible.”
Killian couldn't bring himself to move and watched Emily enter the temple until she completely disappeared.
Only after she had completely disappeared did he leave.
Meanwhile, Emily entered the temple and looked around for any familiar faces. Fortunately, there was no one.
“Then, Alvin, please wait here.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Emily was now scheduled to go to the confessional to confess to the priest.
“Do you have anything to confess?”
The confessional has three doors, with the priest in the center and the faithful on either side. While one believer goes to confession, the other waits in repentance.
Alvin shook his head quietly at Emily's question.
“I have never lived so righteously as I do these days.”
Alvin had been away from the dark side of life for quite some time, suddenly forced to take on the role of a butler, something he had never done before.
“...That’s an enviable confidence.”
Emily entered the confessional with a trembling expression.
The priest didn't open the window, perhaps because the person next to him hadn't yet finished repenting. While he waited, he decided to pray with a devout heart until the window opened.
After some time, the priest could be heard clearing his throat in the next room, and the window finally opened.
“What sin have you come to confess?”
Emily, who had made the sign of the cross, opened her mouth heavily.
“I sinned yesterday.”
“What crime did you commit?”
“It was the first time in my life that I shot a gun at a person.”
After a moment of silence, the priest asked again.
“Is that person alive?”
"Yes."
Although she couldn't hear anything, Emily had a feeling that he was relieved.
“...By confessing your sins, you are already walking with Lady Siska.”
"Amen."
"Confession of evil deeds is the beginning of good deeds. Every time you sin, repent of it."
Emily closed her eyes and clasped her hands together in prayer.
“Please give me a chance to atone.”
“I hope you will pray every night in atonement.”
That wasn't all that difficult. She's already prayed before eating anyway.
“Yes, I will definitely do that.”
“In the name of St. Sista, I absolve you of your sins. Amen.”
"Amen."
Emily, who came out of the confessional with a much lighter heart, met an unexpected person in front of her.
“I didn’t know I would run into Madame Starr at this hour.”
It was Count Enoch Blois, whom she had met at the Duke of Sadie's castle. Emily tried to hide her surprise as she greeted him.
“Count Blois, how come I see you here?”
“I also come here, didn’t you know?”
“Yes, I had no idea.”
The temple had separate seating for men and women. This wasn't unusual, as it was often difficult for people of different genders to see each other even after years.
“I knew Mrs. Starr was coming here, so I’m sad.”
That wasn't all that surprising. Emily was always the center of attention wherever she went.
“I thought it would be difficult to have a conversation like this since you’ve become more famous recently, but I guess I got the timing right.”
“Do you have anything to say to me?”
Enoch said, scratching the back of his head as if embarrassed.
“I would like to be introduced to Young Lady Huppert.”
Emily's expression darkened when the topic of Marlene came up.
“You had plenty of time to talk to Marlene that day, but seeing as there hasn’t been much progress, isn’t it hopeless?”
“...That’s a bit harsh. I’m hurt.”
It didn't matter whether Enoch was hurt or not. Emily really didn't want to be Marlene's matchmaker.
"Anyway, Marlene isn't my area of expertise. I think it would be best to send her a letter directly."
“Hmm, yes.”
Enoch nodded with a regretful expression, then clapped his hands as if remembering something.
“But, is Madam now a member of the mafia?”
Emily's eyes narrowed as she wondered what kind of nonsense he was going to say this time.
“What do you mean by that?”
Enoch quickly pulled out a newspaper article he was carrying in his bosom and showed it to her. It showed Emily pointing a gun at someone.
“...Are you carrying this around with you?”
No matter how much she looked at it, she didn't like the photo because it looked worse than the real thing.
“Anything fun?”
Enoch put the newspaper back in his pocket.
“Your gun-handling skills are top-notch. Where did you learn them?”
Emily, who had just come out of the hospital repenting for shooting the gun, was startled and lowered her voice.
“When I was young. But that doesn’t mean I’m a mafia member.”
"Life doesn't always go the way you want it to. I want to go straight, but I always end up getting sidetracked."
Enoch shrugged at those words. Now that she thinks about it, Enoch was also in front of the confessional, so it seemed like he had some sins to confess.
Emily, who had been looking back and forth between Enoch and the confessional, asked cautiously.
“Did you do something wrong?”
As Enoch was about to say something, Butler Alvin came running from behind, shouting, “Madam!”
"Everyone makes mistakes, right? I hope you can live the life you want."
Enoch left, leaving only those words behind, as if he didn't want to face Alvin. As Emily was mulling over his words with a sense of unease, Alvin arrived before her.
“Madam, who was that person earlier?”
Alvin said, panting with a worried expression.
“I’m the Count of Blois. Do you know him?”
“I just know that he’s a bit of a weirdo.”
Alvin's comment was quite accurate.
“Did he do anything to you, madam?”
Alvin seemed to be concerned by Emily's serious expression.
“No. I just exchanged greetings because we had a connection at Duke Sadi’s estate.”
“It’s fortunate that nothing happens...”
“Isn’t it about time for the Marquis to arrive?”
At Emily's words, Alvin looked at his watch.
“I’ll go outside and see if the carriage has arrived.”
“Let’s go out together.”
Emily went outside with Alvin. Just then, a carriage pulled into the temple.
“Have you finished your work?”
Killian asked as he got out of the carriage.
“Yes, you?”
“It was simple, so it was over quickly.”
"Yes."
And then silence fell again.
“...Then shall we go back?”
Killian nodded at Emily's words.
“Yes, just a moment.”
Alvin urgently stopped the two from getting into the carriage.
“Are you just going to the mansion like this?”
One of Killian's eyebrows rose as if asking what that meant.
"Then?"
“While you’re out, why not take a look around the market?”
“Why should I visit the market?”
Alvin didn't really have anything to say to Killian's words, but he couldn't let this opportunity for a natural date between the two go to waste.
“Madam, have you ever been to Fleur Market?”
“I haven’t been there yet.”
Alvin looked straight at Killian as if protesting.
“Madam, you’ve been so interested in gardening lately, yet you haven’t taken me there yet.”
Emily smiled awkwardly behind him. The garden looked bleak, so she instructed him to decorate it, but honestly, the gardener was doing most of the work himself, and Emily had done very little.
Killian, who felt strangely guilty at the words that Alvin's operation had been successful, winked at Emily.
“Get in. I’ll show you around.”
“Have you ever been there?”
Hmm... I've been there before. To collected money when I was young. Alvin cleared his throat and intervened in place of Killian, who was looking embarrassed.
“Then you two go on your way. I have something to do, so I’ll go back to the mansion first.”
It was too obvious that he was giving up his seat, but Alvin's efforts were so admirable that the two decided to quietly climb into the carriage.
Alvin waved cheerfully from outside the window.
“What kind of flowers will you buy when you go?”
As the carriage began to move, Killian asked.
“Well, I need to find some flowers to decorate the balcony.”
Emily, who had no particular thoughts at first, strangely felt a surge of desire to dress up once she decided to do so.
“Did you know that geraniums smell really good?”
“I don’t know much about flowers.”
“They’re easy to care for. And I think pansies would look pretty if you hung them in pots in the air.”
Emily took out a pen and paper from her purse and wrote down the flowers she needed to buy.
“What else do we have? Oh! I need to buy some begonias too.”
Killian leaned back against the chair, enjoying Emily's excited chatter as if it were music.
"I'm also going to put up a side table. I want to have tea time there when John comes over during the holidays."
But when John, whom he'd forgotten about, popped up, Killian's eyebrows twitched. The thought of him running wild during the vacation already made the back of his neck tingle.
“John hasn’t sent letters lately. Is he busy?”
“It’s probably because it’s exam period.”
“Ah... He must be busy studying.”
Killian really, really hates it, but he sees Emily with a secretly sad look on her face.
Killian decided to find out about John's situation through Giovanni.
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