“Did you have a good trip?”
For some reason, Emily was there to pick up Killian when he came back from his outing.
"Yes."
Killian answered with a bewildered expression. They usually greeted each other at mealtimes, but this was the first time she'd come out to greet him like this.
“Did you eat before you came?”
“I haven’t done it yet.”
Actually, he ate it.
“That’s great. I haven’t eaten yet either.”
“I’ll change my clothes and come down.”
Killian climbed up to the second floor, careful not to show that he was in a hurry.
This was the first time Emily had approached him like this, so he didn't want to keep her waiting.
Alvin helped him change his clothes with a pleased face.
“What happened at home today?”
Alvin flinched for a moment at Killian's question, but skillfully changed the subject.
“I guess you’re happy that your wife came out to greet you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
As expected, Killian, embarrassed by his own revelations, remained silent. After changing into his uniform and heading down to the dining room, he found a table already laden with food.
“Today’s main menu is sea bass steak. Is that okay?”
"It's okay."
It was a blessing in disguise that the main course was fish. Killian, still hungry, sat down across from Emily.
“I heard you visited Mr. Gotio in the hospital today?”
Emily hadn't paid much attention to his outing either. Killian answered, feeling slightly distraught.
"Yes."
“Is it not very good?”
“I think the funeral will be held soon.”
Emily nodded, recalling the original story. In the book, his funeral seemed to take place during a rainy season.
“I should go to the funeral too.”
Killian shook his head at Emily's words.
“I’ll make a reasonable excuse for health reasons, so please stay home.”
It was the funeral of the Gotio family boss. Mafia would be swarming around, and he didn't want to take Emily to such a dangerous place.
Especially if Vito's illegitimate son, Sam, also attends, the atmosphere at the funeral will be even more uncertain.
Because if Vito's will were made public, either Sam or Endymion would surely go crazy.
But that's why Emily had to attend the funeral all the more. Only Emily, who knew the future, could prevent the tragedy.
"You haven't attended an official event with me since the palace party. I'll go with you."
Official schedule with you.
Today, Killian was distracted by Emily's constant attempts to close the distance between her and him. When he hesitated, unable to respond properly, Emily, sensing the moment, pushed him forward.
“If I don’t go with you, people will laugh at me and say I’m not doing my job as Madam Starr properly.”
“Who dares?”
The thought of Emily being cursed at by people filled him with anger.
“Who is laughing at you?”
“...I can’t say exactly who, but my friend Marlene would be one of them.”
If she were Emily's best friend, she wouldn't be touched. Killian forced his boiling stomach to cool down.
“Anyway, are we going together?”
Emily immediately changed the subject to prevent Killian from further objection.
“And I also got a letter from John yesterday. He said he’ll be visiting this weekend.”
Killian couldn't believe that the guy who didn't come to school even during vacation was coming during the semester.
“I need to check John’s room carefully.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
It may be childish, but he didn't like that Emily cared about John.
“Then I’ll leave it all to you.”
Emily answered without thinking and ordered dessert. Chef Mayo then brought out the dessert himself, even more politely.
“Madam, for dinner tonight I have prepared a special treat for you: cherry tart and vanilla ice cream, your favorites.”
“Was that your favorite dessert?”
As far as Killian knew, Emily's favorite dessert was financier.
“Every tea time, they would fill a basket with financiers.”
Mayo replied proudly and left for the kitchen again. Emily looked worriedly at Killian, who still had trouble eating.
“Are you feeling unwell?”
"It's okay."
She could somehow get through the main course, but she just couldn't get past dessert.
“I just don’t enjoy desserts that much.”
Emily agreed and ate the tart and ice cream alone. That evening, Killian ended up with a stomachache.
When the weekend came and the day John was coming, Emily went out to meet him with Killian.
Emily was worried that the seven-year-old had come here alone the last time, so she sent the carriage away.
Killian, who rarely received much attention as a child, wondered how much attention was really needed for a seven-year-old.
Emily said she would go out to meet John, so Killian followed her, but even this act itself was awkward.
“Emily!”
John, who arrived just in time, spotted her as soon as he got out of the carriage and ran to her, embracing her. Emily greeted him warmly.
“Long time no see, John.”
"How have you been doing?"
"Yes."
And then she stroked his head as if she was amazed.
“You won first place this time? That’s really amazing.”
“No, really. But it feels great to hear Emily’s praise.”
Amidst the friendly atmosphere, a cough was heard from somewhere.
“Ahem.”
Only then did John notice Killian and look at him with a puzzled expression. Killian, standing as insignificant as a statue, was looking down at John with his arms crossed.
“What’s going on, Uncle?”
"What."
John had expected that Killian wouldn't be happy to see him, but he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
'You're trying hard to look good to Emily.'
John shook his head.
“Anyway, I’m glad that you two came out to greet me like this.”
John took Emily's hand and led her inside, seemingly unconcerned with Killian's intentions. Following behind, Killian asked John a question.
“Are you going back to the dorm after the weekend?”
“Yes, I have to attend class.”
It was a fortunate thing to hear.
Yeah, I just have to hold out for two days, so I'll just be lenient and let whatever happens happen, Killian decided.
In the end, Vito Gottio died.
Killian and Emily headed to the funeral together.
“Kid, why are you following me?”
And John, who had come home for the weekend, was also accompanying them.
“Don’t worry, I'm Emily’s bodyguard today.”
“As the days go by, your arrogance is reaching the sky.”
“Who did I learn it from?”
Emily observed them with interest. They'd probably be furious if they heard this, but they seemed to get along well.
“You’re not going to say something ridiculous like you learned it from me, are you?”
“Why not? My father said that my uncle was a sapling from the beginning.”
Killian had watched over John since he was a newborn. No, not just watched over him, but practically raised him.
After John's biological mother gave birth and went abroad alone, the new nannies often ran away because they could not handle John.
Claude had no choice but to offer Killian three times his salary in exchange for his coming to work from home instead of the racetrack.
For some reason, it was because John, who used to come over to Killian's house to play, followed him around so well.
Killian, who could not really disobey Claude, became John's play sitter for a full year.
But the reason he started to hate children was because of that nightmare.
If he could go back in time, he would never accept that offer, even if it was ten times his salary, not three times.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Surely you’re not saying that our Father in Heaven said something wrong?”
“Strictly speaking, the wrong thing to say was when I was on the ground.”
The fight was becoming increasingly childish. Emily finally sighed and stepped in between them.
"We're in front of the funeral home now. I don't want to see those two fighting even here."
At those words, Killian's expression became blank for a moment. In his 24 years of life, he had never heard such a shameful remark.
“We were too loud, weren’t we? I’m sorry.”
Meanwhile, the cunning John was playing with Emily's hand, flirting. In any case, the thought of Claude, who had left him with such a heavy burden, made him gnash his teeth.
Killian, who had been getting off the carriage and walking behind Emily, spoke softly.
“That wasn’t a fight earlier; it was just pointing out something wrong.”
No matter how much he thought about it, it seemed unfair that he was treated the same as a seven-year-old.
“Stop it, Uncle.”
John looked at Killian with pitiful eyes.
“Why is the ending so long?”
“...”
Killian let out a hollow laugh that sounded like a sigh. Yeah, it's better for his mental health to just not say anything in front of Johan.
Emily suppressed a laugh as she watched Killian's expression.
Since Vito's funeral was held in the chapel inside the temple, the three of them walked along the path leading into the courtyard.
As he got closer, one or two familiar faces appeared, and they all nodded briefly to Killian and entered the chapel.
“Killian, it’s been a while.”
And a young woman also greeted Killian.
For some reason, Emily was there to pick up Killian when he came back from his outing.
"Yes."
Killian answered with a bewildered expression. They usually greeted each other at mealtimes, but this was the first time she'd come out to greet him like this.
“Did you eat before you came?”
“I haven’t done it yet.”
Actually, he ate it.
“That’s great. I haven’t eaten yet either.”
“I’ll change my clothes and come down.”
Killian climbed up to the second floor, careful not to show that he was in a hurry.
This was the first time Emily had approached him like this, so he didn't want to keep her waiting.
Alvin helped him change his clothes with a pleased face.
“What happened at home today?”
Alvin flinched for a moment at Killian's question, but skillfully changed the subject.
“I guess you’re happy that your wife came out to greet you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
As expected, Killian, embarrassed by his own revelations, remained silent. After changing into his uniform and heading down to the dining room, he found a table already laden with food.
“Today’s main menu is sea bass steak. Is that okay?”
"It's okay."
It was a blessing in disguise that the main course was fish. Killian, still hungry, sat down across from Emily.
“I heard you visited Mr. Gotio in the hospital today?”
Emily hadn't paid much attention to his outing either. Killian answered, feeling slightly distraught.
"Yes."
“Is it not very good?”
“I think the funeral will be held soon.”
Emily nodded, recalling the original story. In the book, his funeral seemed to take place during a rainy season.
“I should go to the funeral too.”
Killian shook his head at Emily's words.
“I’ll make a reasonable excuse for health reasons, so please stay home.”
It was the funeral of the Gotio family boss. Mafia would be swarming around, and he didn't want to take Emily to such a dangerous place.
Especially if Vito's illegitimate son, Sam, also attends, the atmosphere at the funeral will be even more uncertain.
Because if Vito's will were made public, either Sam or Endymion would surely go crazy.
But that's why Emily had to attend the funeral all the more. Only Emily, who knew the future, could prevent the tragedy.
"You haven't attended an official event with me since the palace party. I'll go with you."
Official schedule with you.
Today, Killian was distracted by Emily's constant attempts to close the distance between her and him. When he hesitated, unable to respond properly, Emily, sensing the moment, pushed him forward.
“If I don’t go with you, people will laugh at me and say I’m not doing my job as Madam Starr properly.”
“Who dares?”
The thought of Emily being cursed at by people filled him with anger.
“Who is laughing at you?”
“...I can’t say exactly who, but my friend Marlene would be one of them.”
If she were Emily's best friend, she wouldn't be touched. Killian forced his boiling stomach to cool down.
“Anyway, are we going together?”
Emily immediately changed the subject to prevent Killian from further objection.
“And I also got a letter from John yesterday. He said he’ll be visiting this weekend.”
Killian couldn't believe that the guy who didn't come to school even during vacation was coming during the semester.
“I need to check John’s room carefully.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
It may be childish, but he didn't like that Emily cared about John.
“Then I’ll leave it all to you.”
Emily answered without thinking and ordered dessert. Chef Mayo then brought out the dessert himself, even more politely.
“Madam, for dinner tonight I have prepared a special treat for you: cherry tart and vanilla ice cream, your favorites.”
“Was that your favorite dessert?”
As far as Killian knew, Emily's favorite dessert was financier.
“Every tea time, they would fill a basket with financiers.”
“So Madam told us not to bring any more.”
“Are you feeling unwell?”
"It's okay."
She could somehow get through the main course, but she just couldn't get past dessert.
“I just don’t enjoy desserts that much.”
Emily agreed and ate the tart and ice cream alone. That evening, Killian ended up with a stomachache.
When the weekend came and the day John was coming, Emily went out to meet him with Killian.
Emily was worried that the seven-year-old had come here alone the last time, so she sent the carriage away.
Killian, who rarely received much attention as a child, wondered how much attention was really needed for a seven-year-old.
Emily said she would go out to meet John, so Killian followed her, but even this act itself was awkward.
“Emily!”
John, who arrived just in time, spotted her as soon as he got out of the carriage and ran to her, embracing her. Emily greeted him warmly.
“Long time no see, John.”
"How have you been doing?"
"Yes."
And then she stroked his head as if she was amazed.
“You won first place this time? That’s really amazing.”
“No, really. But it feels great to hear Emily’s praise.”
Amidst the friendly atmosphere, a cough was heard from somewhere.
“Ahem.”
Only then did John notice Killian and look at him with a puzzled expression. Killian, standing as insignificant as a statue, was looking down at John with his arms crossed.
“What’s going on, Uncle?”
"What."
John had expected that Killian wouldn't be happy to see him, but he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
'You're trying hard to look good to Emily.'
John shook his head.
“Anyway, I’m glad that you two came out to greet me like this.”
John took Emily's hand and led her inside, seemingly unconcerned with Killian's intentions. Following behind, Killian asked John a question.
“Are you going back to the dorm after the weekend?”
“Yes, I have to attend class.”
It was a fortunate thing to hear.
Yeah, I just have to hold out for two days, so I'll just be lenient and let whatever happens happen, Killian decided.
***
In the end, Vito Gottio died.
Killian and Emily headed to the funeral together.
“Kid, why are you following me?”
And John, who had come home for the weekend, was also accompanying them.
“Don’t worry, I'm Emily’s bodyguard today.”
“As the days go by, your arrogance is reaching the sky.”
“Who did I learn it from?”
Emily observed them with interest. They'd probably be furious if they heard this, but they seemed to get along well.
“You’re not going to say something ridiculous like you learned it from me, are you?”
“Why not? My father said that my uncle was a sapling from the beginning.”
Killian had watched over John since he was a newborn. No, not just watched over him, but practically raised him.
After John's biological mother gave birth and went abroad alone, the new nannies often ran away because they could not handle John.
Claude had no choice but to offer Killian three times his salary in exchange for his coming to work from home instead of the racetrack.
For some reason, it was because John, who used to come over to Killian's house to play, followed him around so well.
Killian, who could not really disobey Claude, became John's play sitter for a full year.
But the reason he started to hate children was because of that nightmare.
If he could go back in time, he would never accept that offer, even if it was ten times his salary, not three times.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Surely you’re not saying that our Father in Heaven said something wrong?”
“Strictly speaking, the wrong thing to say was when I was on the ground.”
The fight was becoming increasingly childish. Emily finally sighed and stepped in between them.
"We're in front of the funeral home now. I don't want to see those two fighting even here."
At those words, Killian's expression became blank for a moment. In his 24 years of life, he had never heard such a shameful remark.
“We were too loud, weren’t we? I’m sorry.”
Meanwhile, the cunning John was playing with Emily's hand, flirting. In any case, the thought of Claude, who had left him with such a heavy burden, made him gnash his teeth.
Killian, who had been getting off the carriage and walking behind Emily, spoke softly.
“That wasn’t a fight earlier; it was just pointing out something wrong.”
No matter how much he thought about it, it seemed unfair that he was treated the same as a seven-year-old.
“Stop it, Uncle.”
John looked at Killian with pitiful eyes.
“Why is the ending so long?”
“...”
Killian let out a hollow laugh that sounded like a sigh. Yeah, it's better for his mental health to just not say anything in front of Johan.
Emily suppressed a laugh as she watched Killian's expression.
Since Vito's funeral was held in the chapel inside the temple, the three of them walked along the path leading into the courtyard.
As he got closer, one or two familiar faces appeared, and they all nodded briefly to Killian and entered the chapel.
“Killian, it’s been a while.”
And a young woman also greeted Killian.
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