Episode 27. Cedric's Gift
'Ugh, ugh!'
“Shh. Be quiet. If you keep doing this, you’ll get caught.”
As Jane struggled, waving her hands, a familiar voice pierced her ears. This voice...
'Sir Serun?'
Jane tilted her head up and examined the man's face. It was Serun, Rose's escort knight, who always wore a friendly smile, looking dazed. With a sharp gaze, he brought his index finger to his lips as if to tell her to be quiet. Jane gasped at Serun's unexpected appearance.
'Why is Serun here?'
Jane stared at him, still unfazed by the situation. Serun, without lifting his index finger from his mouth, hid her behind him. He gestured behind his back, signaling to Jane. She looked in the direction of Serun's gesture and quickly hid herself. It was a place large enough for Jane, who was small, to hide.
'If I move a little further to the side, I can hide like Sir Serun.'
Jane, who was squeezing into the narrow space, was about to gesture to Serun,
'Serendipity!'
Instead of hiding, he walked out confidently! Jane hid behind the wall and covered her mouth with both hands.
'Why on earth is Sir Serun doing that!'
Although it was narrow, there was enough space for two people to hide. Jane wasn't suicidal, but rather thought the confused Serun had failed to read the situation and approached Cedric. Jane stamped her foot and squeezed her eyes shut. She was sure she could hear Cedric's yelling now. "Where the hell did you come from?" But the situation unfolded completely differently than Jane had anticipated.
“Are you here, Master?”
The voice, filled with energy, belonged to Serun. It was a stark contrast to the charming tone he'd used to call her. Jane couldn't believe her ears at the earnestness of Serun's voice, the first she'd ever heard. He acted like a different person. And she'd thought he was just a knight, a stranger to Cedric...
'How did this happen?'
“You were here first.”
Cedric's voice reached Jane's confused ears. He treated Serun as if he were very familiar with him.
"Yes."
“Get up.”
Cedric spoke softly to Serun, who was kneeling and bowing his head.
"I've been hearing strange rumors lately. Rose, that kid lost her memory, right?"
“She hasn’t completely lost her memory, but she has partially lost it.”
"She seems to have lost her memory and even her sense of fear. How dare she look me in the eye?"
Cedric muttered, remembering the look in Rose's eyes as she looked at him in the reception room.
“Not only has the atmosphere changed a bit, but she’s also acting differently than before.”
At Serun's words, Cedric looked at him as if asking him to say more.
“She had never even made a debut and had no interest in the social world, but suddenly, as if by some whim, her interest was drawn to that.”
“Social circles?”
“Yes. She hired a private tutor to study the current situation, and she also worked hard to understand the relationships between the nobles.”
Cedric's eyebrows furrowed at Serun's words. For three years, she'd done nothing but follow his son around...
“...Suspicious.”
Cedric, his expression clouded with suspicion, muttered softly. Jane, hiding behind the wall, felt betrayed by Serun's fluent attitude about Rose.
'Could it be... that foolish Serun was the former Count's puppet?'
Serun, who approached with a friendly demeanor, quickly became close to Rose and Jane. Rose and Jane cherished and cared for Serun, who was still young and immature, like their own younger brother. Serun was very obedient to them. When Serun, a young man with no experience, became Rose's bodyguard, no one in the Count's household thought it strange. They thought it was Cedric's pressure that made the most insignificant man Rose's bodyguard.
‘I used to believe in Seren...!’
In this mansion, the people Rose trusted and relied on the most were Jane and Serun. Even the fact that Rose had gone out in disguise was a secret only between Jane and Serun. But Serun was the one who was spying on Rose...
He shook his head, hiding the truth he had seen that day. Cedric passed over Serun's eyes, clear and transparent, as if they held no truth.
“Why did that damn kid invite the likes of Rose and make this mess, tsk?”
Cedric clenched his fists and trembled, as if he remembered the humiliation he had received from Duke Flice at the banquet hall.
“Grand Duke Artaeum... You were lucky once, but you won’t be able to avoid it the second time. This time, I’ll wring your neck.”
A bitter laugh echoed through the basement. Cedric's subordinate, standing next to him, went even further.
"Yes. This time, there's no avoiding it. I've already planted someone on Princess Diana's side."
"Yes. Everything is going smoothly. The only person who lets down her guard is her cousin, the Grand Duke of Artaeum, who is known for his thoroughness. We have no choice but to take advantage of that."
Diana was hypersensitive to poisoning. She always had a poison tester by her side, and only ate after he had. She always drank water from a goblet made from a unicorn horn, known for its antidote properties, and she never touched wine.
Serun responded silently to Jane's resentful gaze.
“Please pretend you didn’t hear what I just said.”
Serun didn't answer Jane's questions, only saying what he had to say. However, he seemed unwilling to kill Jane, who had heard the whole story.
"Sir Serun! How on earth did you get involved in something like this?"
"Don't you understand? I've been intentionally approaching you from the beginning. And you too."
“...!”
Jane's eyes filled with shock at Serun's words. Tears welled up in her eyes. Even though she saw it with her own eyes, she didn't want to believe it... She hoped he would at least tell her that his feelings for her were genuine! Clear tears streamed down her freckled cheeks.
“It was all... a lie.”
“...”
“Your gentle demeanor... and your loyalty to Madam...”
Jane lowered her head, looking at Serun with wavering eyes. Then, with difficulty, she opened her mouth, which would not open.
“Even your confession of love for me... it was all a lie.”
Seren flinched at Jane's words.
“I believed you... Your words of respect that you would protect me for the rest of my life!”
Jane sobbed, patting Serun's chest as he stood before her.
“How could you lie like that! Ugh, sob.”
Playing with people is a bit of a stretch... Serun, who had been playing with his innocent face until now, was incredibly embarrassed. Jane patted Serun’s chest a couple more times before glaring at him.
“Never again... Don’t ever appear before my eyes again. Sir Serun.”
With those last words, she ran out of the cellar.
“..”
Serun, unable to stop Jane as she ran, looked with bitter eyes at the door she had left through. Unable to hold onto Jane, his hand fell limply into the air.
"Jane..."
Seren muttered in a voice she couldn't hear, then rummaged through his pocket. He held a crude copper ring. It was the ring Jane had dropped, the engagement ring he had offered her. The ring, now ownerless, remained in Serun's hand.
“It’s so noisy, I’m dying. Who on earth is here to make things so hectic?”
Meanwhile, Doana looked around the messy mansion, unaware that Eric's father, Cedric, had arrived.
“I should go ask Rose.”
Since no one among the servants could give her a proper answer, she decided to go to Rose, whom she considered the most trustworthy.
“Rose.”
She opened Rose's door without a note, as usual.
“Oh, there’s no one here.”
Rose's room was empty. Did she not understand that it's common sense to leave an unoccupied room? She began to rummage through Rose's room as if it were her own. The first thing she did was open the closet door. Last time, Rose had given her a hint, so she hadn't been able to properly look around. Doana hummed as she rummaged through Rose's dress.
“Oh my, what is this?”
The red dress that caught Doana's eye.
“Just looking at it, it doesn’t seem like it suits Rose.”
The ornate decorations were excessive. Just looking at the dangling jewels, one could tell how expensive the garment was. Doana took out the red dress and glanced around.
“...Is it okay to try it on for a bit?”
Everyone seemed busy anyway. Thinking that no one would pay attention to this place, Doana immediately put her thoughts into action. She threw off the worn-out maid's uniform that was draped over her body and tucked herself into a gorgeous, exquisite dress. Once fully dressed, Doana stood in front of the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.
“It’s just my clothes.”
The outfit didn't match Rose's image of being unsophisticated. Anyone could tell that this dress suited her better. They say clothes make the man. Wearing this, she felt like a Princess. Doana, who was grinning with a puzzled expression, grabbed the hem of her skirt and spun around in place. Crunch. As Doana spun, she heard the sound of something falling to the floor. The skirt had swung open, knocking items from the vanity table. Doana, frozen in place, spotted a small gift box on the floor.
"What?"
She bent down and picked up the red-wrapped box and the envelope lying next to it.
“To Rose...”
Doana frowned. She felt like this gift was from Eric. Suspicious, she opened the envelope and took out the letter inside. As expected, the recipient of the letter was Eric. It contained a brief apology for not being able to care for her.
“...You said you were getting a divorce, so why are you sending me a gift?”
Doana couldn't understand his actions. Just moments before, he'd said he was sick of Rose, so why had he sent her this gift? Doana gritted her teeth and gritted her teeth.
“What on earth did you send!”
Doana roughly untied the ribbon wrapping around the box and examined its contents. Inside was a small cosmetic product, no bigger than the palm of her hand. Doana nervously picked it up.
“Is this for your face?”
Doana wanted to immediately throw the cosmetics she was holding in her hand into the trash. But instead of throwing them away, she chose to steal them and use them.
“I’m unlucky.”
She felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of Eric giving Rose a gift. When she opened the lid, she saw a pool of opaque liquid. Doana dipped her hand into the bottle and scooped out a large amount of the opaque liquid. Even though she was using it carefully, it was still too much, and it looked incredibly poisonous. Doana, oblivious to the warmth in her fingertips, began applying the cream to her face. Starting from her jawline, she carefully rubbed it into her cheeks.
“It feels a bit warm...”
Her jawline and fingertips felt as if on fire. The areas where the cream had touched felt blazing hot. Doana finally stopped and looked down at her hands. Her middle and ring fingers, where the cream had been applied, were flushed red. And that wasn't all. Her previously beautiful, pale skin was beginning to develop blisters.
“What, what is this!”
Doana, startled, shook off the cream and wiped her hands on Rose's dress. Then she looked at herself in the mirror. She held her face with trembling hands and screamed.
“Gyaaaaah!!”
Doana's ear-piercing scream echoed throughout the mansion. The gift on the dresser wasn't from Eric. It was from Cedric.
'Ugh, ugh!'
“Shh. Be quiet. If you keep doing this, you’ll get caught.”
As Jane struggled, waving her hands, a familiar voice pierced her ears. This voice...
'Sir Serun?'
Jane tilted her head up and examined the man's face. It was Serun, Rose's escort knight, who always wore a friendly smile, looking dazed. With a sharp gaze, he brought his index finger to his lips as if to tell her to be quiet. Jane gasped at Serun's unexpected appearance.
'Why is Serun here?'
Jane stared at him, still unfazed by the situation. Serun, without lifting his index finger from his mouth, hid her behind him. He gestured behind his back, signaling to Jane. She looked in the direction of Serun's gesture and quickly hid herself. It was a place large enough for Jane, who was small, to hide.
'If I move a little further to the side, I can hide like Sir Serun.'
Jane, who was squeezing into the narrow space, was about to gesture to Serun,
'Serendipity!'
Instead of hiding, he walked out confidently! Jane hid behind the wall and covered her mouth with both hands.
'Why on earth is Sir Serun doing that!'
Although it was narrow, there was enough space for two people to hide. Jane wasn't suicidal, but rather thought the confused Serun had failed to read the situation and approached Cedric. Jane stamped her foot and squeezed her eyes shut. She was sure she could hear Cedric's yelling now. "Where the hell did you come from?" But the situation unfolded completely differently than Jane had anticipated.
“Are you here, Master?”
The voice, filled with energy, belonged to Serun. It was a stark contrast to the charming tone he'd used to call her. Jane couldn't believe her ears at the earnestness of Serun's voice, the first she'd ever heard. He acted like a different person. And she'd thought he was just a knight, a stranger to Cedric...
'How did this happen?'
“You were here first.”
Cedric's voice reached Jane's confused ears. He treated Serun as if he were very familiar with him.
"Yes."
“Get up.”
Cedric spoke softly to Serun, who was kneeling and bowing his head.
"I've been hearing strange rumors lately. Rose, that kid lost her memory, right?"
“She hasn’t completely lost her memory, but she has partially lost it.”
"She seems to have lost her memory and even her sense of fear. How dare she look me in the eye?"
Cedric muttered, remembering the look in Rose's eyes as she looked at him in the reception room.
“Not only has the atmosphere changed a bit, but she’s also acting differently than before.”
At Serun's words, Cedric looked at him as if asking him to say more.
“She had never even made a debut and had no interest in the social world, but suddenly, as if by some whim, her interest was drawn to that.”
“Social circles?”
“Yes. She hired a private tutor to study the current situation, and she also worked hard to understand the relationships between the nobles.”
Cedric's eyebrows furrowed at Serun's words. For three years, she'd done nothing but follow his son around...
“...Suspicious.”
Cedric, his expression clouded with suspicion, muttered softly. Jane, hiding behind the wall, felt betrayed by Serun's fluent attitude about Rose.
'Could it be... that foolish Serun was the former Count's puppet?'
Serun, who approached with a friendly demeanor, quickly became close to Rose and Jane. Rose and Jane cherished and cared for Serun, who was still young and immature, like their own younger brother. Serun was very obedient to them. When Serun, a young man with no experience, became Rose's bodyguard, no one in the Count's household thought it strange. They thought it was Cedric's pressure that made the most insignificant man Rose's bodyguard.
‘I used to believe in Seren...!’
In this mansion, the people Rose trusted and relied on the most were Jane and Serun. Even the fact that Rose had gone out in disguise was a secret only between Jane and Serun. But Serun was the one who was spying on Rose...
Thinking of him, who had been telling everything about Rose, one by one, on Cedric's behalf, filled her with resentment. Rose would probably be devastated if she found out. However, not as much as Jane. Serun... was Jane's lover. A crushing sense of betrayal washed over her.
‘...All the immature behavior you showed me so far was just an act?’
Could his shy smile and his warm heart all be a blatant lie? Serun had been by her and Rose's side, following orders...
‘Have I been thoroughly used...?’
Jane couldn't control the emotions that were welling up in her. Her heart pounded, and her whole body trembled.
“Has there been any significant activity between the Grand Duke of Artaeum and Rose?”
Cedric's voice rang in Jane's ears once more, as she trembled. Serun fell silent at the mention of the Grand Duke of Artaeum.
'Certainly... the lady disguised herself and entered the Grand Duke of Artaeum's mansion that day.'
Serun had actually been following Rose from the beginning, disguised as she left the mansion. He had followed her all the way to the Arteum estate, clinging to her carriage. Serun watched with his own two eyes as Rose entered the Grand Duke's mansion. Serun's eyes darkened, and his lips quivered.
"Nothing in particular, it seems. I searched through all the correspondence, but found nothing. Except for the invitation the Duke of Arteum sent to Madam, that is."
‘...All the immature behavior you showed me so far was just an act?’
Could his shy smile and his warm heart all be a blatant lie? Serun had been by her and Rose's side, following orders...
‘Have I been thoroughly used...?’
Jane couldn't control the emotions that were welling up in her. Her heart pounded, and her whole body trembled.
“Has there been any significant activity between the Grand Duke of Artaeum and Rose?”
Cedric's voice rang in Jane's ears once more, as she trembled. Serun fell silent at the mention of the Grand Duke of Artaeum.
'Certainly... the lady disguised herself and entered the Grand Duke of Artaeum's mansion that day.'
Serun had actually been following Rose from the beginning, disguised as she left the mansion. He had followed her all the way to the Arteum estate, clinging to her carriage. Serun watched with his own two eyes as Rose entered the Grand Duke's mansion. Serun's eyes darkened, and his lips quivered.
"Nothing in particular, it seems. I searched through all the correspondence, but found nothing. Except for the invitation the Duke of Arteum sent to Madam, that is."
He shook his head, hiding the truth he had seen that day. Cedric passed over Serun's eyes, clear and transparent, as if they held no truth.
“Why did that damn kid invite the likes of Rose and make this mess, tsk?”
Cedric clenched his fists and trembled, as if he remembered the humiliation he had received from Duke Flice at the banquet hall.
“Grand Duke Artaeum... You were lucky once, but you won’t be able to avoid it the second time. This time, I’ll wring your neck.”
A bitter laugh echoed through the basement. Cedric's subordinate, standing next to him, went even further.
"Yes. This time, there's no avoiding it. I've already planted someone on Princess Diana's side."
"Yes. Everything is going smoothly. The only person who lets down her guard is her cousin, the Grand Duke of Artaeum, who is known for his thoroughness. We have no choice but to take advantage of that."
Diana was hypersensitive to poisoning. She always had a poison tester by her side, and only ate after he had. She always drank water from a goblet made from a unicorn horn, known for its antidote properties, and she never touched wine.
Poisoned wine made it difficult to discern taste, aroma, or color. Yet, there was one day a year when she drank wine: at Diana's own birthday banquet. On that day, without fail, the Grand Duke of Artaeum brought wine. She drank it to her heart's content, poured by her unquestioning cousin.
"I made a goblet from narwhal tusk, identical to Princess Diana's. Unlike the unicorn horn, which is said to detoxify poison, narwhal tusk has no effect, so even a small amount would be extremely dangerous. The Princess will likely drink the wine the Grand Duke of Artaeum gave her without any suspicion."
"Yes. But His Majesty is very worried. Princess Diana is his only daughter. He has instructed us to use poison at a level where the antidote will heal her."
“Don’t worry about that. We’ve already tested the prisoners to see how much is enough.”
The corners of Cedric's mouth curved up in satisfaction at the man's words.
“The Grand Duke of Artaeum will never be able to avoid the charge of poisoning Princess Diana.”
"This time, we'll finally be able to put an end to the Grand Duke. And once this is over, Duke Flice will recognize the efforts of the Counts of Wence."
The hearty laughter of two men echoed from within the basement. Jane, who had been listening to the entire story, froze in place.
‘What did I just hear?’
She had overheard a chilling plot she absolutely should not have heard. Now, if she were found out, it wouldn't just be a severe punishment.
"I made a goblet from narwhal tusk, identical to Princess Diana's. Unlike the unicorn horn, which is said to detoxify poison, narwhal tusk has no effect, so even a small amount would be extremely dangerous. The Princess will likely drink the wine the Grand Duke of Artaeum gave her without any suspicion."
"Yes. But His Majesty is very worried. Princess Diana is his only daughter. He has instructed us to use poison at a level where the antidote will heal her."
“Don’t worry about that. We’ve already tested the prisoners to see how much is enough.”
The corners of Cedric's mouth curved up in satisfaction at the man's words.
“The Grand Duke of Artaeum will never be able to avoid the charge of poisoning Princess Diana.”
"This time, we'll finally be able to put an end to the Grand Duke. And once this is over, Duke Flice will recognize the efforts of the Counts of Wence."
The hearty laughter of two men echoed from within the basement. Jane, who had been listening to the entire story, froze in place.
‘What did I just hear?’
She had overheard a chilling plot she absolutely should not have heard. Now, if she were found out, it wouldn't just be a severe punishment.
Jane held her breath, barely able to draw a sound. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the hellish time to pass. The thought of being found out and her death terrified her to the point of chills.
After some time, Cedric and his men said goodbye to Serun and left the basement. However, even after they left, Jane couldn't move. There was one more person in the basement besides the two men and Jane. Thump-thump. The sound of slow footsteps could be heard. Jane squeezed her eyes shut and trembled at the sound of footsteps approaching her.
“You heard everything, right?”
Serun had already approached Jane. He whispered softly into her ear. Jane, clutching her hands tightly, slowly opened her eyes at Serun's voice. Her eyelashes fluttered faintly above her wide-open eyes. Unable to hide her trembling, she stared at Serun.
“Sir Serun... How, how could you do this?”
“You heard everything, right?”
Serun had already approached Jane. He whispered softly into her ear. Jane, clutching her hands tightly, slowly opened her eyes at Serun's voice. Her eyelashes fluttered faintly above her wide-open eyes. Unable to hide her trembling, she stared at Serun.
“Sir Serun... How, how could you do this?”
Serun responded silently to Jane's resentful gaze.
“Please pretend you didn’t hear what I just said.”
Serun didn't answer Jane's questions, only saying what he had to say. However, he seemed unwilling to kill Jane, who had heard the whole story.
"Sir Serun! How on earth did you get involved in something like this?"
"Don't you understand? I've been intentionally approaching you from the beginning. And you too."
“...!”
Jane's eyes filled with shock at Serun's words. Tears welled up in her eyes. Even though she saw it with her own eyes, she didn't want to believe it... She hoped he would at least tell her that his feelings for her were genuine! Clear tears streamed down her freckled cheeks.
“It was all... a lie.”
“...”
“Your gentle demeanor... and your loyalty to Madam...”
Jane lowered her head, looking at Serun with wavering eyes. Then, with difficulty, she opened her mouth, which would not open.
“Even your confession of love for me... it was all a lie.”
Seren flinched at Jane's words.
“I believed you... Your words of respect that you would protect me for the rest of my life!”
Jane sobbed, patting Serun's chest as he stood before her.
“How could you lie like that! Ugh, sob.”
Playing with people is a bit of a stretch... Serun, who had been playing with his innocent face until now, was incredibly embarrassed. Jane patted Serun’s chest a couple more times before glaring at him.
“Never again... Don’t ever appear before my eyes again. Sir Serun.”
With those last words, she ran out of the cellar.
“..”
Serun, unable to stop Jane as she ran, looked with bitter eyes at the door she had left through. Unable to hold onto Jane, his hand fell limply into the air.
"Jane..."
Seren muttered in a voice she couldn't hear, then rummaged through his pocket. He held a crude copper ring. It was the ring Jane had dropped, the engagement ring he had offered her. The ring, now ownerless, remained in Serun's hand.
***
“It’s so noisy, I’m dying. Who on earth is here to make things so hectic?”
Meanwhile, Doana looked around the messy mansion, unaware that Eric's father, Cedric, had arrived.
“I should go ask Rose.”
Since no one among the servants could give her a proper answer, she decided to go to Rose, whom she considered the most trustworthy.
“Rose.”
She opened Rose's door without a note, as usual.
“Oh, there’s no one here.”
Rose's room was empty. Did she not understand that it's common sense to leave an unoccupied room? She began to rummage through Rose's room as if it were her own. The first thing she did was open the closet door. Last time, Rose had given her a hint, so she hadn't been able to properly look around. Doana hummed as she rummaged through Rose's dress.
“Oh my, what is this?”
The red dress that caught Doana's eye.
“Just looking at it, it doesn’t seem like it suits Rose.”
The ornate decorations were excessive. Just looking at the dangling jewels, one could tell how expensive the garment was. Doana took out the red dress and glanced around.
“...Is it okay to try it on for a bit?”
Everyone seemed busy anyway. Thinking that no one would pay attention to this place, Doana immediately put her thoughts into action. She threw off the worn-out maid's uniform that was draped over her body and tucked herself into a gorgeous, exquisite dress. Once fully dressed, Doana stood in front of the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.
“It’s just my clothes.”
The outfit didn't match Rose's image of being unsophisticated. Anyone could tell that this dress suited her better. They say clothes make the man. Wearing this, she felt like a Princess. Doana, who was grinning with a puzzled expression, grabbed the hem of her skirt and spun around in place. Crunch. As Doana spun, she heard the sound of something falling to the floor. The skirt had swung open, knocking items from the vanity table. Doana, frozen in place, spotted a small gift box on the floor.
"What?"
She bent down and picked up the red-wrapped box and the envelope lying next to it.
“To Rose...”
Doana frowned. She felt like this gift was from Eric. Suspicious, she opened the envelope and took out the letter inside. As expected, the recipient of the letter was Eric. It contained a brief apology for not being able to care for her.
“...You said you were getting a divorce, so why are you sending me a gift?”
Doana couldn't understand his actions. Just moments before, he'd said he was sick of Rose, so why had he sent her this gift? Doana gritted her teeth and gritted her teeth.
“What on earth did you send!”
Doana roughly untied the ribbon wrapping around the box and examined its contents. Inside was a small cosmetic product, no bigger than the palm of her hand. Doana nervously picked it up.
“Is this for your face?”
Doana wanted to immediately throw the cosmetics she was holding in her hand into the trash. But instead of throwing them away, she chose to steal them and use them.
“I’m unlucky.”
She felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of Eric giving Rose a gift. When she opened the lid, she saw a pool of opaque liquid. Doana dipped her hand into the bottle and scooped out a large amount of the opaque liquid. Even though she was using it carefully, it was still too much, and it looked incredibly poisonous. Doana, oblivious to the warmth in her fingertips, began applying the cream to her face. Starting from her jawline, she carefully rubbed it into her cheeks.
“It feels a bit warm...”
Her jawline and fingertips felt as if on fire. The areas where the cream had touched felt blazing hot. Doana finally stopped and looked down at her hands. Her middle and ring fingers, where the cream had been applied, were flushed red. And that wasn't all. Her previously beautiful, pale skin was beginning to develop blisters.
“What, what is this!”
Doana, startled, shook off the cream and wiped her hands on Rose's dress. Then she looked at herself in the mirror. She held her face with trembling hands and screamed.
“Gyaaaaah!!”
Doana's ear-piercing scream echoed throughout the mansion. The gift on the dresser wasn't from Eric. It was from Cedric.
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