After a period of uproar and a series of trials, Killian returned safely, and the first thing he did was prepare for his divorce from Emily.
“What does all this mean?”
Alvin, shocked by the news of the divorce, barged into Killian's study without even knocking.
"Why the sudden divorce? Have you forgotten how difficult it was to get this marriage off the ground?"
“What about the documents you asked me to bring?”
Killian lightly ignored Alvin's words and held out his hand.
“I didn’t bring it.”
Killian sighed deeply at Alvin's shameless answer.
“You keep disobeying my orders these days.”
“Please check this first.”
Alvin handed over an envelope.
“What is this?”
Killian unfolded the paper with a reluctant expression.
The letter was from the academy John was attending.
[ Dear Hyperion Academy Parents,
We hope that your home will always be filled with happiness, and we would like to inform you about the observation class.
Thanks to the interest and hard work of parents, our academy education is proceeding smoothly this year, as well as last year.
We are now halfway through the semester.
Even if you are busy, we would appreciate it if you could attend the educational site and observe your children's school life firsthand.
From all the faculty and staff of Hyperion Academy. ]
Killian, who had finished reading the notice, looked at Alvin with a puzzled expression.
“Are you telling me to go here?”
“John has high expectations.”
“John? That’s nonsense.”
John was a kid who thought it was horrible that the mafia family came to school.
“That was before Madam Starr came.”
Alvin handed Killian the next envelope without giving him a moment to catch his breath.
“If you read this, you will know how much John has been waiting for your visit.”
Killian opened the letter with an uneasy expression again.
[ - To Emily, whom I miss
How are you? It's John.
I don't know if you've heard, but the academy is inviting parents soon.
Alvin said that my uncle and Emily are coming this time?
I was so excited to hear that story that I couldn't sleep all night.
Other kids' families all came, but I was always alone, so I was often sad.
I'll show you how hard I study at the academy, so you two should come together, right?
I'll wait for your reply.
Stay healthy until the day we meet again!
John's Dream. ]
If it weren't for the kindly signed letter below, Killian would have thought it was written by another John with the same name.
“You don’t believe the contents of this letter, do you?”
“I just realized this, but John is a lonelier child than I thought.”
“I’m surprised to hear such words come out of your mouth.”
“I am more surprised that Your Grace brought up the topic of divorce.”
Alvin said that and scanned Killian's desk, intending to tear up the divorce papers as soon as he saw them.
'Thank goodness I can't see it.'
“Anyway, Madam already knows that ahe are going to an observation class with the boss.”
Killian frowned.
“Have you already told her?”
“Yes, I told her first.”
Killian was speechless at Alvin's confident attitude.
“Then I will prepare assuming that the two of you are going.”
"For a moment!"
Alvin hurried out of the room before Killian could change his words.
Killian sighed deeply as he once again found himself playing the role of John's parent alongside Emily.
There was no choice but to postpone divorce preparations for a while.
Meanwhile, Emily's mood had been gloomy ever since Killian returned to the mansion.
It seems like Killian and she were on good terms until the time of their meeting, but after he was released from prison, a huge wall seemed to have formed between them.
Emily, who had tried to understand Killian's feelings, gradually began to feel hurt by his incomprehensible attitude as time passed.
Emily thought Killian was right in front of her and threw her fist with all her might.
“Madam, you need to step back and then use that momentum to throw a punch.”
Cezanne corrected Emily's posture again.
Contrary to many people's concerns, Cezanne's classes were still continuing steadily.
"When faced with a dangerous situation, these self-defense techniques won't come to mind. So, you need to practice them until they become second nature."
Emily nodded and sat up again.
If she wants to attend the observation class next week, she'll have to ride in the carriage with Killian for quite a while.
'We need to have a deep conversation then. Why on earth are you doing this?'
“Madam, please concentrate!”
Emily, who was momentarily lost in thought about Killian, barely managed to avoid Cezanne's attack.
“It is dangerous to think about other things while training.”
"Sorry."
Emily came to her senses again and practiced self-defense with Cezanne.
Cezanne also guessed why Emily had difficulty concentrating on her training.
'It's all because of Killian.'
All of the Starr family's employees were dissatisfied with Killian's recent behavior.
Given the family's nature of valuing loyalty, it was difficult to understand Killian's cold treatment of his wife, who had suffered for him.
“Should we stop here for today?”
In the end, Cezanne finished training earlier than originally scheduled.
“Really? I don’t mind adding more...”
Emily felt bad for ending training early because of her.
“No. I think this is enough for today.”
Cezanne reassured Emily and handed her a towel.
"Thank you."
Emily wiped the sweat off her face and looked toward the study window where Killian was.
It was almost dinner time, but there was a good chance he wouldn't join her this time either.
Killian hadn't been down to the restaurant since he got out of prison.
“Madam, how should I prepare the meal?”
“Send it up to my room.”
So Emily, too, ended up eating in her room. She didn't feel like eating lavishly alone at a large table without Killian.
After training, Emily was going up to her room when she ran into Killian, who was about to go out.
"Ah."
The two people stopped for a moment at the unexpected encounter.
“Are you going out?”
Emily spoke to Killian first.
“Yes, I have some work to do.”
Killian's attitude toward Emily was still awkward and stiff.
“...You know we're going to see John next week, right?”
Emily asked nervously, afraid that he might refuse.
“Yes, I know.”
Emily breathed a sigh of relief at Killian's answer. She would have been at a loss as to what to do if he had refused even this.
Then Killian glanced at Emily and pretended to be busy as he looked at his watch.
Emily said, looking at him.
“You seem busy. Go ahead.”
Killian nodded and put on the hat he was holding.
“I’ll be home late, so eat first.”
"All right."
It wasn't anything new.
At that moment, large raindrops began to pitter-patter against the window.
“It suddenly started raining.”
Emily spoke with concern. It seemed as if heavy rain was about to fall.
“Are you going by carriage?”
"Yes."
“Tell the groom not to rush too much.”
Killian nodded as if to tell her not to worry.
“Then, I'll go.”
“Take care on your way.”
Killian walked out without looking back even once.
Even after he left, the rain showed no signs of stopping.
The place Killian went to after coming out was the headquarters of the Starr organization.
“Are you here?”
Giovanni immediately gave a large umbrella to Killian as he got out of the carriage.
“Did you find out anything about what I asked you to investigate?”
Killian turned to Giovanni and asked.
“Yes. I will go inside and explain.”
Giovanni's expression as he answered wasn't very good.
When he went inside, he saw Pete, Knox, and Chambers sitting around a table.
"Boss."
The three of them immediately stood up and greeted Killian.
Killian, sitting on the chair, received the report on the instructions he had given without a moment to catch his breath.
“This is the information I found about Count Enoch Blois.”
Killian received a report from Giovanni and listened to what he had to say.
The identity of Enoch, as investigated by Giovanni, was as follows.
The previous Count of Blois had one son, but he died of typhoid fever at the young age of seven.
After that, no matter how hard he tried, he could not have a child, and eventually the Count began to look for a successor among his close relatives.
The new successor who was brought in was Enoch Blois, the Count's cousin.
“Enoch Blois wasn’t a direct descendant.”
“Yes, so I looked into the background, and it’s a bit strange.”
“What’s strange?”
“The identity of the Count of Blois’s biological parents is completely shrouded in secrecy.”
Knox, who had been listening to their story from the side, tilted his head and interjected.
“Didn't you say he were cousins with the previous Count? Why would a nobleman have to hide his identity?”
"That's why it's suspicious. There's no record of his father other than his birth."
Giovanni continued his report.
“We’ve tried to find out more about Enoch’s biological parents, but they’re already dead, and no one who knows them has come forward, making our current investigation difficult.”
"But keep investigating. I'll give you as much money as you need."
Although he confirmed that Enoch Blois was a nobleman, he felt uneasy about just letting it go.
Besides, if he recalls what he saw in Duke Sadie's territory, Enoch wasn't a person who was so obsessed with power.
But there was no evidence that he was the Crown Prince’s faction...
But why did he go to the extent of giving false testimony to send Killian to prison?
It was clear that something really troubling was going on.
“Have you found out where Enoch’s hometown is?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet.”
“I’ll add more people. Know that first.”
"Yes."
Giovanni answered in an uncertain voice.
He's been researching people to the point of being sick and tired of it, but this is the first time he's ever seen someone whose past is so obscured. It's as if someone deliberately deleted it.
He really wanted to join hands with the Rezetta family, which is known for its powerful information capabilities.
“Excuse me, Killian.”
As the topic of Enoch was concluded, this time Pete handed over the papers.
“I brought the divorce papers you mentioned here.”
“What? Divorce papers?”
The three people, unaware of this fact, looked back and forth between Killian and Pete with astonished expressions.
“What does all this mean?”
Alvin, shocked by the news of the divorce, barged into Killian's study without even knocking.
"Why the sudden divorce? Have you forgotten how difficult it was to get this marriage off the ground?"
“What about the documents you asked me to bring?”
Killian lightly ignored Alvin's words and held out his hand.
“I didn’t bring it.”
Killian sighed deeply at Alvin's shameless answer.
“You keep disobeying my orders these days.”
“Please check this first.”
Alvin handed over an envelope.
“What is this?”
Killian unfolded the paper with a reluctant expression.
The letter was from the academy John was attending.
[ Dear Hyperion Academy Parents,
We hope that your home will always be filled with happiness, and we would like to inform you about the observation class.
Thanks to the interest and hard work of parents, our academy education is proceeding smoothly this year, as well as last year.
We are now halfway through the semester.
Even if you are busy, we would appreciate it if you could attend the educational site and observe your children's school life firsthand.
From all the faculty and staff of Hyperion Academy. ]
Killian, who had finished reading the notice, looked at Alvin with a puzzled expression.
“Are you telling me to go here?”
“John has high expectations.”
“John? That’s nonsense.”
John was a kid who thought it was horrible that the mafia family came to school.
“That was before Madam Starr came.”
Alvin handed Killian the next envelope without giving him a moment to catch his breath.
“If you read this, you will know how much John has been waiting for your visit.”
Killian opened the letter with an uneasy expression again.
[ - To Emily, whom I miss
How are you? It's John.
I don't know if you've heard, but the academy is inviting parents soon.
Alvin said that my uncle and Emily are coming this time?
I was so excited to hear that story that I couldn't sleep all night.
Other kids' families all came, but I was always alone, so I was often sad.
I'll show you how hard I study at the academy, so you two should come together, right?
I'll wait for your reply.
Stay healthy until the day we meet again!
John's Dream. ]
If it weren't for the kindly signed letter below, Killian would have thought it was written by another John with the same name.
“You don’t believe the contents of this letter, do you?”
“I just realized this, but John is a lonelier child than I thought.”
“I’m surprised to hear such words come out of your mouth.”
“I am more surprised that Your Grace brought up the topic of divorce.”
Alvin said that and scanned Killian's desk, intending to tear up the divorce papers as soon as he saw them.
'Thank goodness I can't see it.'
“Anyway, Madam already knows that ahe are going to an observation class with the boss.”
Killian frowned.
“Have you already told her?”
“Yes, I told her first.”
Killian was speechless at Alvin's confident attitude.
“Then I will prepare assuming that the two of you are going.”
"For a moment!"
Alvin hurried out of the room before Killian could change his words.
Killian sighed deeply as he once again found himself playing the role of John's parent alongside Emily.
There was no choice but to postpone divorce preparations for a while.
***
Meanwhile, Emily's mood had been gloomy ever since Killian returned to the mansion.
It seems like Killian and she were on good terms until the time of their meeting, but after he was released from prison, a huge wall seemed to have formed between them.
Emily, who had tried to understand Killian's feelings, gradually began to feel hurt by his incomprehensible attitude as time passed.
Emily thought Killian was right in front of her and threw her fist with all her might.
“Madam, you need to step back and then use that momentum to throw a punch.”
Cezanne corrected Emily's posture again.
Contrary to many people's concerns, Cezanne's classes were still continuing steadily.
"When faced with a dangerous situation, these self-defense techniques won't come to mind. So, you need to practice them until they become second nature."
Emily nodded and sat up again.
If she wants to attend the observation class next week, she'll have to ride in the carriage with Killian for quite a while.
'We need to have a deep conversation then. Why on earth are you doing this?'
“Madam, please concentrate!”
Emily, who was momentarily lost in thought about Killian, barely managed to avoid Cezanne's attack.
“It is dangerous to think about other things while training.”
"Sorry."
Emily came to her senses again and practiced self-defense with Cezanne.
Cezanne also guessed why Emily had difficulty concentrating on her training.
'It's all because of Killian.'
All of the Starr family's employees were dissatisfied with Killian's recent behavior.
Given the family's nature of valuing loyalty, it was difficult to understand Killian's cold treatment of his wife, who had suffered for him.
“Should we stop here for today?”
In the end, Cezanne finished training earlier than originally scheduled.
“Really? I don’t mind adding more...”
Emily felt bad for ending training early because of her.
“No. I think this is enough for today.”
Cezanne reassured Emily and handed her a towel.
"Thank you."
Emily wiped the sweat off her face and looked toward the study window where Killian was.
It was almost dinner time, but there was a good chance he wouldn't join her this time either.
Killian hadn't been down to the restaurant since he got out of prison.
“Madam, how should I prepare the meal?”
“Send it up to my room.”
So Emily, too, ended up eating in her room. She didn't feel like eating lavishly alone at a large table without Killian.
After training, Emily was going up to her room when she ran into Killian, who was about to go out.
"Ah."
The two people stopped for a moment at the unexpected encounter.
“Are you going out?”
Emily spoke to Killian first.
“Yes, I have some work to do.”
Killian's attitude toward Emily was still awkward and stiff.
“...You know we're going to see John next week, right?”
Emily asked nervously, afraid that he might refuse.
“Yes, I know.”
Emily breathed a sigh of relief at Killian's answer. She would have been at a loss as to what to do if he had refused even this.
Then Killian glanced at Emily and pretended to be busy as he looked at his watch.
Emily said, looking at him.
“You seem busy. Go ahead.”
Killian nodded and put on the hat he was holding.
“I’ll be home late, so eat first.”
"All right."
It wasn't anything new.
At that moment, large raindrops began to pitter-patter against the window.
“It suddenly started raining.”
Emily spoke with concern. It seemed as if heavy rain was about to fall.
“Are you going by carriage?”
"Yes."
“Tell the groom not to rush too much.”
Killian nodded as if to tell her not to worry.
“Then, I'll go.”
“Take care on your way.”
Killian walked out without looking back even once.
Even after he left, the rain showed no signs of stopping.
***
The place Killian went to after coming out was the headquarters of the Starr organization.
“Are you here?”
Giovanni immediately gave a large umbrella to Killian as he got out of the carriage.
“Did you find out anything about what I asked you to investigate?”
Killian turned to Giovanni and asked.
“Yes. I will go inside and explain.”
Giovanni's expression as he answered wasn't very good.
When he went inside, he saw Pete, Knox, and Chambers sitting around a table.
"Boss."
The three of them immediately stood up and greeted Killian.
Killian, sitting on the chair, received the report on the instructions he had given without a moment to catch his breath.
“This is the information I found about Count Enoch Blois.”
Killian received a report from Giovanni and listened to what he had to say.
The identity of Enoch, as investigated by Giovanni, was as follows.
The previous Count of Blois had one son, but he died of typhoid fever at the young age of seven.
After that, no matter how hard he tried, he could not have a child, and eventually the Count began to look for a successor among his close relatives.
The new successor who was brought in was Enoch Blois, the Count's cousin.
“Enoch Blois wasn’t a direct descendant.”
“Yes, so I looked into the background, and it’s a bit strange.”
“What’s strange?”
“The identity of the Count of Blois’s biological parents is completely shrouded in secrecy.”
Knox, who had been listening to their story from the side, tilted his head and interjected.
“Didn't you say he were cousins with the previous Count? Why would a nobleman have to hide his identity?”
"That's why it's suspicious. There's no record of his father other than his birth."
Giovanni continued his report.
“We’ve tried to find out more about Enoch’s biological parents, but they’re already dead, and no one who knows them has come forward, making our current investigation difficult.”
"But keep investigating. I'll give you as much money as you need."
Although he confirmed that Enoch Blois was a nobleman, he felt uneasy about just letting it go.
Besides, if he recalls what he saw in Duke Sadie's territory, Enoch wasn't a person who was so obsessed with power.
But there was no evidence that he was the Crown Prince’s faction...
But why did he go to the extent of giving false testimony to send Killian to prison?
It was clear that something really troubling was going on.
“Have you found out where Enoch’s hometown is?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet.”
“I’ll add more people. Know that first.”
"Yes."
Giovanni answered in an uncertain voice.
He's been researching people to the point of being sick and tired of it, but this is the first time he's ever seen someone whose past is so obscured. It's as if someone deliberately deleted it.
He really wanted to join hands with the Rezetta family, which is known for its powerful information capabilities.
“Excuse me, Killian.”
As the topic of Enoch was concluded, this time Pete handed over the papers.
“I brought the divorce papers you mentioned here.”
“What? Divorce papers?”
The three people, unaware of this fact, looked back and forth between Killian and Pete with astonished expressions.
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