Emily, who had been sleeping soundly thanks to the potion that Payne had prepared, slowly opened her eyes for the first time in a long while.
“Madam, are you awake?”
Cezanne handed Emily a glass of water and checked her complexion. Fortunately, Emily looked much better than before.
“What time is it now?”
“It will be dinner time soon.”
“Is it that time already?”
Emily hurriedly looked out the window. The sky was already turning crimson.
“Is your headache okay?”
“Yeah, I guess the medicine is working. I feel refreshed.”
“But how about having a cup of warm tea before your meal?”
“I wonder?”
Emily changed into her dressing gown and fixed her hair. Just then, Cezanne reentered the room, carrying a tray.
“I brought some chamomile tea because it smelled good.”
"Yes."
When she poured boiled tea over dried chamomile petals, a subtle, sweet fragrance filled the room.
“Do you have any honey?”
“No, I just brought milk and sugar.”
“That would be fine too.”
But Cezanne was disappointed in herself for not being able to satisfy Emily's tastes.
“No. I’ll bring it quickly.”
It was when Cezanne hurried out of the room, leaving Emily behind to try to dissuade her.
“Alvin?”
Cezanne was startled when she saw Alvin standing in front of her and took a step back.
“Why are you standing here?”
“Oh, I have something to tell Madam...”
Emily, who had been listening to their conversation, called Alvin inside.
“Alvin, you don’t look well. What’s wrong?”
As Alvin came in hesitantly, Emily looked at him with worried eyes and asked.
“Well, don’t be too surprised when you hear that.”
“What on earth is going on?”
"It's not a big deal. I'm just telling you in advance in case you're surprised later."
At this point, she started to feel like nothing was a big deal.
“Yes, tell me quickly.”
Cezanne, who was next to Emily, also had a frustrated expression and looked at him with her eyes.
“Ahem.”
Alvin cleared his throat, forcing his lips apart from the words that wouldn't come out, and finally managed to speak.
“Actually... His Grace is a little hurt.”
“What? How did that happen?”
Emily's expression darkened in an instant.
“Don't worry too much. He'll recover quickly, so he'll be fine soon.”
“No, what I’m saying is, why did that wound appear?”
Alvin scratched his head in embarrassment.
“...He was injured while testing a new weapon.”
A mafia boss with S-rank magic power, not even a beginner, gets injured while testing a weapon?
“Are you expecting me to believe that now?”
“I really do!”
Alvin suddenly looked at his wristwatch.
“Oh my, it’s already this late.”
Alvin's acting was incredibly awkward.
“Madam, I have something important to attend to, so I don’t think we can talk for long right now.”
“What's going on now?”
"It's not something you need to worry about, Madam. I'm sorry, but I really need to go out and get going. I'm running out of time."
Anyway, it seemed like there was nothing more to say, even if she pestered Alvin here.
Alvin quickly went outside as soon as permission was given, afraid that Emily might catch him.
After he left, Emily remained silent for a long time, so Cezanne looked around and opened her mouth.
“Shall I go and find out what the situation is?”
It was a welcome thing to hear.
“Will you do that?”
“Yes, I will go right now.”
It wasn't difficult for Cezanne to catch up with Alvin.
She spotted Alvin going down to the first floor and immediately called him over.
“Please be honest with me. What happened outside?”
Alvin looked left and right to make sure there was no one around.
“Ahem, follow me for a second.”
Alvin took Cezanne to an empty room and closed the door.
“Actually, the Delina House is now a scorched earth.”
“Huh? Did someone attack our organization?”
“Yeah, Giuliano’s guys came in.”
Cezanne's expression became serious after hearing Alvin's words.
“...Are all the members of the organization safe?”
“Yes, there were no deaths, only some injuries.”
“Pete visited the mansion during the day...”
Alvin, who noticed Cezanne's meaning, quickly gave an answer.
“Pete is not among the injured.”
Only then did Cezanne's expression relax a little.
“Is Killian badly hurt?”
Cezanne seemed unaware of how much she liked Pete, as she was only now asking about her boss's well-being.
'Just pretend you don't know.'
Alvin shrugged and answered Cezanne's question.
"It's true that he wasn't seriously hurt. The problem is that he had a wound on his face."
“So you honestly reported to Madam that the boss was injured.”
“Yeah, she’ll know when she sees his face anyway.”
"Wouldn't you like to know about the Delina House incident? I heard it was scorched."
"There's a sign saying 'Construction Underway' right now. The reporters are all so friendly that there's no reason for them to publish articles."
"Thank god."
"Anyway, be careful not to let this get to Madam's ears. She'll worry for nothing."
“Alvin was acting too suspiciously for that.”
Alvin smiled awkwardly as Cezanne clicked her tongue.
“By the way, is the boss coming back to the mansion today?”
“Yes, he said he would come to headquarters to change clothes, so he will arrive soon.”
Alvin once again urged Cezanne.
“I've already coordinated with the boss through the communication channel, so you too must watch your words so the mistress doesn't catch on.”
“Madam, are you awake?”
Cezanne handed Emily a glass of water and checked her complexion. Fortunately, Emily looked much better than before.
“What time is it now?”
“It will be dinner time soon.”
“Is it that time already?”
Emily hurriedly looked out the window. The sky was already turning crimson.
“Is your headache okay?”
“Yeah, I guess the medicine is working. I feel refreshed.”
“But how about having a cup of warm tea before your meal?”
“I wonder?”
Emily changed into her dressing gown and fixed her hair. Just then, Cezanne reentered the room, carrying a tray.
“I brought some chamomile tea because it smelled good.”
"Yes."
When she poured boiled tea over dried chamomile petals, a subtle, sweet fragrance filled the room.
“Do you have any honey?”
“No, I just brought milk and sugar.”
“That would be fine too.”
But Cezanne was disappointed in herself for not being able to satisfy Emily's tastes.
“No. I’ll bring it quickly.”
It was when Cezanne hurried out of the room, leaving Emily behind to try to dissuade her.
“Alvin?”
Cezanne was startled when she saw Alvin standing in front of her and took a step back.
“Why are you standing here?”
“Oh, I have something to tell Madam...”
Emily, who had been listening to their conversation, called Alvin inside.
“Alvin, you don’t look well. What’s wrong?”
As Alvin came in hesitantly, Emily looked at him with worried eyes and asked.
“Well, don’t be too surprised when you hear that.”
“What on earth is going on?”
"It's not a big deal. I'm just telling you in advance in case you're surprised later."
At this point, she started to feel like nothing was a big deal.
“Yes, tell me quickly.”
Cezanne, who was next to Emily, also had a frustrated expression and looked at him with her eyes.
“Ahem.”
Alvin cleared his throat, forcing his lips apart from the words that wouldn't come out, and finally managed to speak.
“Actually... His Grace is a little hurt.”
“What? How did that happen?”
Emily's expression darkened in an instant.
“Don't worry too much. He'll recover quickly, so he'll be fine soon.”
“No, what I’m saying is, why did that wound appear?”
Alvin scratched his head in embarrassment.
“...He was injured while testing a new weapon.”
A mafia boss with S-rank magic power, not even a beginner, gets injured while testing a weapon?
“Are you expecting me to believe that now?”
“I really do!”
Alvin suddenly looked at his wristwatch.
“Oh my, it’s already this late.”
Alvin's acting was incredibly awkward.
“Madam, I have something important to attend to, so I don’t think we can talk for long right now.”
“What's going on now?”
"It's not something you need to worry about, Madam. I'm sorry, but I really need to go out and get going. I'm running out of time."
Anyway, it seemed like there was nothing more to say, even if she pestered Alvin here.
“Well, I guess there's nothing to be done. Go on out.”
After he left, Emily remained silent for a long time, so Cezanne looked around and opened her mouth.
“Shall I go and find out what the situation is?”
It was a welcome thing to hear.
“Will you do that?”
“Yes, I will go right now.”
It wasn't difficult for Cezanne to catch up with Alvin.
She spotted Alvin going down to the first floor and immediately called him over.
“Please be honest with me. What happened outside?”
Alvin looked left and right to make sure there was no one around.
“Ahem, follow me for a second.”
Alvin took Cezanne to an empty room and closed the door.
“Actually, the Delina House is now a scorched earth.”
“Huh? Did someone attack our organization?”
“Yeah, Giuliano’s guys came in.”
Cezanne's expression became serious after hearing Alvin's words.
“...Are all the members of the organization safe?”
“Yes, there were no deaths, only some injuries.”
“Pete visited the mansion during the day...”
Alvin, who noticed Cezanne's meaning, quickly gave an answer.
“Pete is not among the injured.”
Only then did Cezanne's expression relax a little.
“Is Killian badly hurt?”
Cezanne seemed unaware of how much she liked Pete, as she was only now asking about her boss's well-being.
'Just pretend you don't know.'
Alvin shrugged and answered Cezanne's question.
"It's true that he wasn't seriously hurt. The problem is that he had a wound on his face."
“So you honestly reported to Madam that the boss was injured.”
“Yeah, she’ll know when she sees his face anyway.”
"Wouldn't you like to know about the Delina House incident? I heard it was scorched."
"There's a sign saying 'Construction Underway' right now. The reporters are all so friendly that there's no reason for them to publish articles."
"Thank god."
"Anyway, be careful not to let this get to Madam's ears. She'll worry for nothing."
“Alvin was acting too suspiciously for that.”
Alvin smiled awkwardly as Cezanne clicked her tongue.
“By the way, is the boss coming back to the mansion today?”
“Yes, he said he would come to headquarters to change clothes, so he will arrive soon.”
Alvin once again urged Cezanne.
“I've already coordinated with the boss through the communication channel, so you too must watch your words so the mistress doesn't catch on.”
"All right."
***
Cezanne returned to Emily's room.
“Did you find out what happened?”
Seeing Emily's anxious face made her feel guilty, but Cezanne lied as she had promised to Alvin.
“It is true that Master was injured while testing a weapon.”
"Really?"
“Yes, sometimes it can happen when you get distracted while testing.”
Emily tilted her head in disbelief, unable to believe that Killian had made a rookie mistake.
Even if she thought about it, it was a flimsy lie, so Cezanne quickly changed the subject out of embarrassment.
“I hear His Grace will be returning soon.”
“Really? Then I guess I should go down first.”
Emily wanted to quickly check the wound on Killian's face.
As the two descended the stairs, Alvin was arguing with someone in the hallway.
“What’s going on?”
“Ah! Madam.”
While Alvin was flustered and flustered, a guest suddenly came inside.
“How have you been?”
The person Alvin was trying to block from entering the mansion was surprisingly Prince Kite.
“I heard something happened at Delina House, so I came running.”
“Delina House?”
Seeing Emily's ignorance, Prince Kite seemed to finally grasp the atmosphere in the mansion.
In a blind spot where Emily couldn't see, Alvin and Cezanne were diligently making an X with their arms, telling him to be quiet.
“I heard that Delina House was undergoing remodeling, so I came here out of curiosity.”
Cezanne and Alvin breathed a sigh of relief at Prince Kite's lie.
“Remodeling? This is the first time I’ve heard of it.”
Emily looked disappointed that Killian hadn't said anything to her.
Again, Cezanne and Alvin glared at Prince Kite with fierce eyes.
'How dare you make our madam look like that!'
Prince Kite raised both hands and feet in response to his subordinates' unwillingness to sell out. He knew he wouldn't say anything from now on.
“He will be home soon. If you haven’t eaten yet, would you like to have dinner with us?”
Fortunately, Emily didn't ask about that story anymore.
“Then thank you.”
Prince Kite went into the dining room with Emily.
It wasn't long before Killian arrived at the mansion.
He tried to cover up the wound as best he could, but it wasn't enough to hide the split lip and the bruise that had turned a hideous purple.
Emily's eyes widened as Killian entered the dining room.
“They said you got hurt while testing a weapon, so why are your lips like that?”
Killian touched the wound on his lip.
“It’s because I’m a little tired.”
"...is it so?"
Emily now felt certain that everyone was hiding something from her.
Emily decided to watch the situation a little longer.
“I heard you were sick. Are you okay?”
“I’m sick. I was just a little tired, so I took a nap.”
Emily turned her head away, saying it was nothing.
“Mayo?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Your Majesty, your lips are hurt, so please leave hot or spicy foods off the menu.”
“Yes, don’t worry.”
And Mayo took off his kitchen hat with a fancy gesture and greeted Prince Kite.
“Since we have an honored guest, we will prepare well.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Mayo deftly placed his hat on his head and exited into the kitchen.
Killian sat down next to Emily, watching her closely.
“But what are you doing here, Prince?”
He looked at Prince Kite, who was sitting diagonally across from him, and showed a look of discomfort.
"I heard Delina House is undergoing remodeling. I came here because I was curious."
Killian paused, about to ask what she was talking about. Across from him, Kite blinked.
“...I’m changing it to the current trendy style.”
Emily's eyes narrowed as Killian clumsily kept up the rhythm.
It was a somewhat suspicious answer.
Killian wasn't particularly fond of following trends, and she couldn't fathom the idea of remodeling Delina house in these turbulent times.
'Something definitely happened at the Delina House.'
Emily decided to leave the topic aside, thinking she would find out later.
“Your meal is ready.”
Alvin, who had joined in the boss's lies, began carrying the food Mayo had made with a nervous attitude.
The table was filled with dishes featuring gourmet ingredients like foie gras and caviar, as well as dishes like mussels, rack of lamb, and black truffle.
“I have to give the chef some credit. This is such a wonderful dish.”
Prince Kite said in admiration.
“I’m glad you like the menu. Enjoy it before it gets cold.”
At Emily's words, two men picked up their spoons.
Killian paused for a moment as he brought the soup to his mouth, as the wound had not yet healed.
"Are you okay?"
Emily asked with a worried look.
“Yes, it’s okay.”
Killian swallowed the soup as if nothing had happened.
Even though Mayo served cold soup, the area where the food touched was incredibly hot.
Kite frowned without realizing it, as if he knew the pain.
Killian was simply amazing for enduring the pain so as not to worry his wife, even though his mouth must have been torn open.
“Prince Kite will soon return to his homeland.”
Killian brought up a new topic to divert attention from himself.
“Oh my, really?”
As expected, Emily was also interested in that story.
“You’re coming back sooner than I thought.”
At Emily's words, Prince Kite opened his mouth with a determined expression.
“Yes, that day is really just around the corner.”
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