Ultimately, it was decided that Killian would be imprisoned until a formal trial.
“How can you do this before even going to trial?”
Emily went straight to Nick Moore to complain, but he just responded with a relaxed expression the whole time.
“Marquis Starr is already a dangerous person, so what if we let a prime suspect go free and cause even greater damage?”
“That’s ridiculous. You’re calling me a prime suspect without any evidence.”
“There are witnesses and evidence that suggest a crime has been committed.”
“Who is the witness? This is a false accusation.”
"You'll find out everything in court, so calm down and go home. Protesting here won't change anything."
“Yes, just tell me who made that decision.”
“Madam, this is the only advice I can give you. Don't try to delve into anything.”
And Nick called out to the other knights who were nearby.
“Take the Marchioness outside.”
"Wait for a sec..."
Emily was about to say something when the knight interrupted.
“Marchioness, I will take you there.”
“...No. It’s okay.”
With Nick not listening to her, Emily had no choice but to return home without gaining anything.
Emily was moved to tears when she suddenly realized that her husband was locked up in a prison cell.
"Madam, you've been starving since yesterday afternoon. Should I bring you something simple to eat?"
Cezanne asked worriedly.
“Well, I don’t think anything will go into my mouth.”
“Still. Should I bring some soup?”
It didn't seem right to worry the servants too much. Only when Emily said she'd eat that did Cezanne's expression brighten, and she left for the dining room.
On the day when knights suddenly burst into the house and took Killian away, Killian pretended to be indifferent to reassure Emily.
“I will be released soon.”
"But..."
“Don’t worry, if anything happens, Giovanni will protect you.”
Emily wanted to ask him if her safety was important right now, but the knights dragged him away before she could even talk any further.
Now, she was just sitting there blankly, not even able to breathe, when Giovanni came up to find her.
“Madam, are you okay?”
Emily woke up happily as soon as she saw Giovanni's face.
“Have you got any other news?”
Giovanni's heart grew heavy at Emily's expectant voice.
“It looks like Killian’s trial date will be set soon.”
“I think he’ll be able to get out without any problems.”
“...I’m trying my best.”
“When you say you’re trying your best, it means there’s no way out.”
Giovanni's head grew heavier and heavier.
“I have no face.”
After sending Giovanni off, who was feeling sorry, Emily sat alone and thought about a plan.
But no matter how much she thought about it, it seemed like there was no other way than meeting the Crown Prince.
Meanwhile, Killian, who was taken to prison, was dressed in a prison uniform like the other prisoners and had his hair cut short.
The guard, determined to ruin Killian's handsome face by cutting it short, was soon disappointed. He realized it wasn't the hair, but the face itself that completed the look.
If Killian got out of prison with that haircut, he could bet his life that it would become trendy in a day.
Anyway, like the other prisoners, Killian gathered in the large square inside the prison.
“Follow me in a single line. If you do anything reckless, I won’t let you off easy.”
Here, Killian was treated equally, regardless of whether he was a Marquis or a Mafia member.
“Hey, over there! Stop hovering around like a languid thunderbird and pay attention.”
The guard gathered the new prisoners together and began explaining the rules of cell life.
"You will follow everything I say without question. You will soon realize that disobeying orders is the path to hell."
Under his command, each guard led the prisoners to their cells one by one. Perhaps because of his social standing, Killian was sent to solitary confinement.
“Marquis Starr.”
The guard who pushed him into the cell looked around and secretly handed a note to Killian.
“Check it and eat it right away.”
And then he just disappeared.
This poorly lit room was filled with a pungent, musty smell. Killian frowned and opened the note.
The note was from Endymion, the boss of the Gotio family.
- A man named Dmitry will help you.
Dmitry is a member of the Gotio family and has been incarcerated for drug distribution for six years.
In any case, even the most skilled of individuals found it difficult to endure imprisonment alone. Even though they were from a different family, Killian chose to seek out Dmitri.
The first day passed by without incident, and as soon as the second day dawned, the guards announced the start of the day.
"Get up! It's work time! You won't get any food until you start working."
As everyone was being dragged to their assigned workplaces, the prison guard called Killian yesterday.
“Your Grace, please come this way.”
Killian followed him down a long, tunnel-like hallway.
When he passed through the main gate and then another main gate and arrived at a deserted place, there was a short man with sharp eyes sitting there.
"Then, let him teach you the job. I'll come get you when the time comes."
The guard said that and left.
"Hello."
The man approached Killian first and greeted him.
“Who are you?”
“Oh... you don’t know me.”
The man spoke slowly, with a Southern accent.
“Did our boss tell you? My name is Dmitry.”
He's the man who appeared in the note yesterday.
“I heard your name from Endymion.”
"Then I guess this won't be a long story. I'm glad you met me."
Dmitry observed Killian with a friendly smile.
A young and handsome man like that is the boss of a mafia family? He's always thought about it, but the world is truly unfair.
But doesn't that talented person need my help now?
Thinking about it like that, Dmitry felt better again.
“I will protect you, Killian, during your imprisonment.”
“I don’t really need your protection.”
With Killian's skills, even if the prisoners rushed at him all at once, he would not be able to lay a finger on them.
“Hmm, what I meant was protection from the guards.”
“What does that mean?”
"It's true. The guards' word is law here. But Killian, you can protect us from their merciless beatings."
Dmitry shrugged, sensing something in Killian's silence.
“It’s nothing special. I just need to exploit a few weaknesses.”
It wasn't his first time in prison, and he didn't really have to try to adjust to life here, but Dmitry's protection definitely seemed like it would help.
“What’s the price?”
“Our boss has decided to compensate us for that.”
Perhaps Endymion would repay Killian's favor in this way.
“You can rest here during your working hours. I'll even lend you my sofa.”
A quick glance at the sofa revealed that it wasn't very clean. It's ridiculous to expect cleanliness in such a foul-smelling prison.
“At mealtime, I’ll introduce you to my younger siblings. They’re all cute.”
That doesn't mean it looks cute.
“Are they also members of the Gotio family?”
"Some are regular members, and some aren't. I've decided to recommend the non-regular members to the boss after I leave."
Dmitry seemed to be adapting very well to prison life.
“When are you getting out?”
"I'll finally be released next year. So, Killian, you must also leave before I do."
Yes. He had to go, but he was also worried about how to proceed. For now, he had no choice but to trust Starr executives like Giovanni and Pete.
Dmitry yawned loudly.
"It'll take some time for the guard to come back. In the meantime, get some rest."
Killian looked at the sofa. Even looking at it again, it was a sofa he was reluctant to even touch.
“I’ll just sit here.”
“Then can I lie down on the sofa for a bit?”
“It’s your sofa, do whatever you want with it.”
Dmitry, without hesitation, collapsed on the sofa. While he slept soundly, Killian thought of Emily, who had been left behind in the mansion.
It didn't matter whether he was in prison or not. Killian's only concern was Emily.
He still couldn't decide what choice he should make for Emily. After his time of labor was over, Killian returned to his room and was given some hard, dry bread and milk.
A prison guard patrolling the cells stood in front of his cell.
"Killian Starr. According to the records, you're a former convict?"
He sneered as if Killian were a man who would never be released from prison.
“A 17-year-old with a history of theft and assault... You had a very colorful record since you were young.”
Killian lightly ignored his words, as anyone could see that he was deliberately trying to pick a fight.
“How is it? Does that bread taste familiar? Doesn’t it bring back memories?”
But perhaps trampling on Killian was a way to satisfy his superiority complex, and he kept talking nonsense in front of the unresponsive Killian.
After a while, he left, and Killian fiddled with his ear.
“This place is really tiring on the ears.”
“How can you do this before even going to trial?”
Emily went straight to Nick Moore to complain, but he just responded with a relaxed expression the whole time.
“Marquis Starr is already a dangerous person, so what if we let a prime suspect go free and cause even greater damage?”
“That’s ridiculous. You’re calling me a prime suspect without any evidence.”
“There are witnesses and evidence that suggest a crime has been committed.”
“Who is the witness? This is a false accusation.”
"You'll find out everything in court, so calm down and go home. Protesting here won't change anything."
“Yes, just tell me who made that decision.”
“Madam, this is the only advice I can give you. Don't try to delve into anything.”
And Nick called out to the other knights who were nearby.
“Take the Marchioness outside.”
"Wait for a sec..."
Emily was about to say something when the knight interrupted.
“Marchioness, I will take you there.”
“...No. It’s okay.”
With Nick not listening to her, Emily had no choice but to return home without gaining anything.
Emily was moved to tears when she suddenly realized that her husband was locked up in a prison cell.
"Madam, you've been starving since yesterday afternoon. Should I bring you something simple to eat?"
Cezanne asked worriedly.
“Well, I don’t think anything will go into my mouth.”
“Still. Should I bring some soup?”
It didn't seem right to worry the servants too much. Only when Emily said she'd eat that did Cezanne's expression brighten, and she left for the dining room.
On the day when knights suddenly burst into the house and took Killian away, Killian pretended to be indifferent to reassure Emily.
“I will be released soon.”
"But..."
“Don’t worry, if anything happens, Giovanni will protect you.”
Emily wanted to ask him if her safety was important right now, but the knights dragged him away before she could even talk any further.
Now, she was just sitting there blankly, not even able to breathe, when Giovanni came up to find her.
“Madam, are you okay?”
Emily woke up happily as soon as she saw Giovanni's face.
“Have you got any other news?”
Giovanni's heart grew heavy at Emily's expectant voice.
“It looks like Killian’s trial date will be set soon.”
“I think he’ll be able to get out without any problems.”
“...I’m trying my best.”
“When you say you’re trying your best, it means there’s no way out.”
Giovanni's head grew heavier and heavier.
“I have no face.”
After sending Giovanni off, who was feeling sorry, Emily sat alone and thought about a plan.
But no matter how much she thought about it, it seemed like there was no other way than meeting the Crown Prince.
***
Meanwhile, Killian, who was taken to prison, was dressed in a prison uniform like the other prisoners and had his hair cut short.
The guard, determined to ruin Killian's handsome face by cutting it short, was soon disappointed. He realized it wasn't the hair, but the face itself that completed the look.
If Killian got out of prison with that haircut, he could bet his life that it would become trendy in a day.
Anyway, like the other prisoners, Killian gathered in the large square inside the prison.
“Follow me in a single line. If you do anything reckless, I won’t let you off easy.”
Here, Killian was treated equally, regardless of whether he was a Marquis or a Mafia member.
“Hey, over there! Stop hovering around like a languid thunderbird and pay attention.”
The guard gathered the new prisoners together and began explaining the rules of cell life.
"You will follow everything I say without question. You will soon realize that disobeying orders is the path to hell."
Under his command, each guard led the prisoners to their cells one by one. Perhaps because of his social standing, Killian was sent to solitary confinement.
“Marquis Starr.”
The guard who pushed him into the cell looked around and secretly handed a note to Killian.
“Check it and eat it right away.”
And then he just disappeared.
This poorly lit room was filled with a pungent, musty smell. Killian frowned and opened the note.
The note was from Endymion, the boss of the Gotio family.
- A man named Dmitry will help you.
Dmitry is a member of the Gotio family and has been incarcerated for drug distribution for six years.
In any case, even the most skilled of individuals found it difficult to endure imprisonment alone. Even though they were from a different family, Killian chose to seek out Dmitri.
The first day passed by without incident, and as soon as the second day dawned, the guards announced the start of the day.
"Get up! It's work time! You won't get any food until you start working."
As everyone was being dragged to their assigned workplaces, the prison guard called Killian yesterday.
“Your Grace, please come this way.”
Killian followed him down a long, tunnel-like hallway.
When he passed through the main gate and then another main gate and arrived at a deserted place, there was a short man with sharp eyes sitting there.
"Then, let him teach you the job. I'll come get you when the time comes."
The guard said that and left.
"Hello."
The man approached Killian first and greeted him.
“Who are you?”
“Oh... you don’t know me.”
The man spoke slowly, with a Southern accent.
“Did our boss tell you? My name is Dmitry.”
He's the man who appeared in the note yesterday.
“I heard your name from Endymion.”
"Then I guess this won't be a long story. I'm glad you met me."
Dmitry observed Killian with a friendly smile.
A young and handsome man like that is the boss of a mafia family? He's always thought about it, but the world is truly unfair.
But doesn't that talented person need my help now?
Thinking about it like that, Dmitry felt better again.
“I will protect you, Killian, during your imprisonment.”
“I don’t really need your protection.”
With Killian's skills, even if the prisoners rushed at him all at once, he would not be able to lay a finger on them.
“Hmm, what I meant was protection from the guards.”
“What does that mean?”
"It's true. The guards' word is law here. But Killian, you can protect us from their merciless beatings."
Dmitry shrugged, sensing something in Killian's silence.
“It’s nothing special. I just need to exploit a few weaknesses.”
It wasn't his first time in prison, and he didn't really have to try to adjust to life here, but Dmitry's protection definitely seemed like it would help.
“What’s the price?”
“Our boss has decided to compensate us for that.”
Perhaps Endymion would repay Killian's favor in this way.
“You can rest here during your working hours. I'll even lend you my sofa.”
A quick glance at the sofa revealed that it wasn't very clean. It's ridiculous to expect cleanliness in such a foul-smelling prison.
“At mealtime, I’ll introduce you to my younger siblings. They’re all cute.”
That doesn't mean it looks cute.
“Are they also members of the Gotio family?”
"Some are regular members, and some aren't. I've decided to recommend the non-regular members to the boss after I leave."
Dmitry seemed to be adapting very well to prison life.
“When are you getting out?”
"I'll finally be released next year. So, Killian, you must also leave before I do."
Yes. He had to go, but he was also worried about how to proceed. For now, he had no choice but to trust Starr executives like Giovanni and Pete.
Dmitry yawned loudly.
"It'll take some time for the guard to come back. In the meantime, get some rest."
Killian looked at the sofa. Even looking at it again, it was a sofa he was reluctant to even touch.
“I’ll just sit here.”
“Then can I lie down on the sofa for a bit?”
“It’s your sofa, do whatever you want with it.”
Dmitry, without hesitation, collapsed on the sofa. While he slept soundly, Killian thought of Emily, who had been left behind in the mansion.
It didn't matter whether he was in prison or not. Killian's only concern was Emily.
He still couldn't decide what choice he should make for Emily. After his time of labor was over, Killian returned to his room and was given some hard, dry bread and milk.
A prison guard patrolling the cells stood in front of his cell.
"Killian Starr. According to the records, you're a former convict?"
He sneered as if Killian were a man who would never be released from prison.
“A 17-year-old with a history of theft and assault... You had a very colorful record since you were young.”
Killian lightly ignored his words, as anyone could see that he was deliberately trying to pick a fight.
“How is it? Does that bread taste familiar? Doesn’t it bring back memories?”
But perhaps trampling on Killian was a way to satisfy his superiority complex, and he kept talking nonsense in front of the unresponsive Killian.
After a while, he left, and Killian fiddled with his ear.
“This place is really tiring on the ears.”
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