Emily's body was recovered enough to ride in a carriage.
The Sinope family was fully prepared to welcome Emily and waited for her.
“Why did you come here?”
“Come on. The Marquis will hear.”
The gazes of those who saw Killian return to Count Sinope's mansion with her were not particularly kind. The gazes of the nanny and the butler were particularly harsh.
“I understand you have sent the divorce papers, but Your Grace, what is happening here?”
The butler's sharp tone blocked Killian's path.
At first, they were afraid that Killian was a member of the mafia, but when it came to the young lady, they were magnanimous, no matter who it was.
“Where are the divorce papers?”
When Killian asked, the butler took out a piece of paper from his bosom with a stern face.
“Give it here.”
Killian took the divorce papers from the butler's hands without giving him a chance to stop them and tore them to pieces.
Everyone present looked at the piece of paper that had fallen to the floor with surprised faces.
“Now, everyone, forget about this trash.”
The servants glanced at Emily.
She stood with a happy expression on her face, arm in arm with Killian.
Now that he thinks about it, the atmosphere between the two of them seems to have become even sweeter than before.
'What, was it just a simple fight between a married couple?'
'But you're sending divorce papers just because you had a fight with your spouse? I can't tolerate that!'
The attendants exchanged quick glances.
But what can we do if they can't admit it? It's obvious to us that they're both in love with each other.
“Ahem.”
The nanny stood before the two with a still displeased expression and opened her mouth.
“So is it right for the two of you to share a room?”
"What?"
Emily looked at her nanny in surprise.
“Didn’t Grandma Juliet tell you to prepare a room for the two of you to share?”
Emily touched her forehead. Juliet wasn't the type of grandmother to quietly pass by.
"Just..."
Emily was about to tell her to prepare a separate room, but Killian stopped her.
“That’s right. Prepare it like that.”
As Emily stared in surprise, Killian whispered with a sweet smile.
“Shouldn’t I be there to treat you?”
“I’ve been doing fine without your treatment until now, haven’t I?”
“If you don’t want to eat carrot soup, why are you so upset?”
Emily glared at Killian's changed attitude.
“You’re the one who doesn’t know what to do when you’re alone with me.”
“Yes, so I have to practice.”
As the two people whispered and created their own world, the servants left one by one.
As expected, worrying about other people's love lives is the most useless thing in the world.
“Killian, you’re here!”
Just then, Ivan came running from afar, his voice thumping.
He had just come running out of the basement when he heard Emily and Killian had arrived.
When Killian saw Ivan's face, he remembered that Chiron was locked in the mansion's dungeon.
“Oh, oh, oh! Ma’am!”
Ivan suddenly became overcome with emotion and even shed tears when he discovered Emily, who had been hidden behind Killian.
"I'm glad to see you're healthy, too. Huhu! I can't tell you how anxious I've been since that day, unable to sleep or eat. If you don't come back, I'm going to kill myself too..."
“Let’s do that.”
Killian pushed Ivan's forehead back with a serious expression.
“Ivan, thank you for your concern.”
Emily greeted him affectionately.
Her smile made Ivan feel like the guilt that had been weighing heavily on his heart was slowly being washed away.
“Huh... I guess you must be an angel sent from heaven.”
Ivan croaked as if his throat was choked from crying.
The couple looked at Ivan with slightly tired eyes.
“...You go up first.”
Killian winked at Emily.
“Yes, then I’ll go up first.”
Killian watched her climb up and tapped Ivan on the shoulder.
“Go to Chiron.”
“Ugh, yes?”
Only then did Ivan wipe his tears and raise his head to look around. Emily had already disappeared.
"Yes."
He tried to hold back his tears again and led Killian into the dungeon.
The underground prison was completely unmanaged in the Sinope Mansion, which had been warm and hospitable for generations, as there was no use for it.
Killian frowned at the thick dust and pungent smell. It was a smell that reminded him of his impoverished childhood.
“Hey! Wake up!”
Ivan stood in front of the prison door and kicked the iron bars.
Then the man inside raised his head with difficulty.
If Ivan hadn't told him it was Chiron, his face would have been unrecognizable because it was so swollen from being beaten.
“We found the madam, and now we don’t need him anymore. What should I do?”
Chiron, who heard Ivan say to Killian, fell to the floor again.
“Fuck, failed again?”
He started swearing to himself and then suddenly started laughing.
The laughter was so eerie that Killian and Ivan frowned involuntarily.
Thump thump.
"What?"
Killian was the first to notice something strange.
“Open the door quickly!”
"Yes!"
Ivan took the key out of his pocket and opened the door.
As Killian pushed him away and went inside, hot blood was already gushing out of Chiron's mouth.
Ivan, who followed in, looked inside Chiron's mouth, his surprised heart still in place.
“...He bit his tongue and committed suicide.”
It was a bit annoying that he died, but he wasn't a hostage they needed anymore anyway.
Because Giuliano wasn't the kind of family that would exploit another organization's weakness just to save one capo.
“Deliver it to the Giuliano family.”
"All right!"
However, looking at this sight, he thought it might make his stomach hurt a little.
Now, Killian truly had to go up to the capital. The flames of Messina were raging, asking when he would return.
“Is it okay if you go alone without me?”
Killian chuckled at Emily's worried tone.
“Can you really live without me?”
Emily asked with a kind look in her eyes.
“Why are you suddenly so sly?”
“Is this clever?”
Killian still touched Emily's hand with a smiling face.
As they say, "You don't know how much time passes when you learn to steal late in life," and ever since their hearts connected, Killian has been glued to Emily's side without fail.
If Emily was bothered, he made an excuse that she needed to get treatment.
So, in a situation where she had to fall like this, her steps didn't fall easily.
“If I go up, will I fight the Giuliano organization?”
He had dared to kidnap the wife of another organization's boss, so now no one, including the committee, could sanction Killian even if those involved were killed.
“Don’t worry about anything.”
He said he would tell her soon, but he still hadn't explained the details of his treason plan.
At Emily's annoyed expression, Killian bent down slightly and kissed her lightly on the lips.
Emily, who had been standing there with a blank expression, soon turned bright red and punched Killian in the chest.
“What are you doing outside! What if someone sees you?”
“No one saw it.”
He shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed expression.
Emily was dumbfounded. Thinking back to the old Killian, his current appearance seemed almost unfamiliar.
“Your Grace, let us depart now!”
Emily jumped back in surprise when she heard Ivan's shout from afar.
Killian chuckled softly. Even the way she seemed to be trembling in fear of being caught in the act from earlier was cute.
“Then I’ll see you in the capital soon.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
Killian stepped heavily into the carriage.
The two exchanged wistful glances and greeted each other until they were out of sight of each other.
Emily, who had returned to the mansion after seeing him off, was leaning against the sofa with a blushing face, touching her lips.
“Miss, are you tired?”
The butler approached and asked in a worried tone.
“No? Why?”
“The Duke of Sadie has come to visit.”
"Is it so?"
Charles remained on Mount Pirata, closing down the Giuliano organization's hut and investigating any other criminal activity.
'I haven't even been able to thank him until now.'
“I’ll go right now.”
“Yes, he is in the reception room.”
Emily roughly tidied her hair and clothes and went to the living room.
It would be a lie if she said their meeting wasn't awkward. Killian had even confessed to her honestly, even to the point of asking her to the Duke of Sadie after their divorce.
As she was taking a deep breath in front of the reception room, the door suddenly opened from inside.
Charles chuckled at Emily's surprised look.
“I heard a noise outside, but they didn’t come in.”
“...I was about to go in.”
Charles and Emily sat down so they could face each other.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes, thanks to you. Your Excellency, you saved me, too.”
"The person who discovered it was the Marquis. All I did was bring you back to the village."
“Thank you anyway.”
Despite Emily's greeting, Charles sighed with a troubled expression.
“I heard from the Marquis Starr. He decided not to divorce.”
"Yes."
In fact, that day, Killian and Charles even got into a fistfight.
But since Emily and he were on the same page, it was something he couldn't force himself to get involved in.
“If you had the surname ‘Sadie’ added to your name, wouldn’t you regret it? You would have a much more comfortable life.”
Emily met Charles' eyes.
His eyes were so earnest that she couldn't help but think of him as the noble and proud Duke, and her heart felt heavy.
“I decided not to regret my choice.”
Charles lowered his head at Emily's unwavering tone.
“That’s too bad.”
Charles actually knew what answer would come out of Emily's mouth.
“I was the one who first met you, and I was the one who first expressed my feelings to you.”
'I thought we were meant to be.'
Charles swallowed his words with difficulty.
“You will meet your destiny.”
Instead of answering, Charles gave a bitter smile.
Emily decided not to say anything more.
She knew that no matter what she said, it would hurt Charles.
“Anyway, I’m going back to the territory now.”
The room, study, and dresses he prepared for Emily were now all unnecessary. When he returned to the estate, he recalled the excitement he once felt preparing them.
The Sinope family was fully prepared to welcome Emily and waited for her.
“Why did you come here?”
“Come on. The Marquis will hear.”
The gazes of those who saw Killian return to Count Sinope's mansion with her were not particularly kind. The gazes of the nanny and the butler were particularly harsh.
“I understand you have sent the divorce papers, but Your Grace, what is happening here?”
The butler's sharp tone blocked Killian's path.
At first, they were afraid that Killian was a member of the mafia, but when it came to the young lady, they were magnanimous, no matter who it was.
“Where are the divorce papers?”
When Killian asked, the butler took out a piece of paper from his bosom with a stern face.
“Give it here.”
Killian took the divorce papers from the butler's hands without giving him a chance to stop them and tore them to pieces.
Everyone present looked at the piece of paper that had fallen to the floor with surprised faces.
“Now, everyone, forget about this trash.”
The servants glanced at Emily.
She stood with a happy expression on her face, arm in arm with Killian.
Now that he thinks about it, the atmosphere between the two of them seems to have become even sweeter than before.
'What, was it just a simple fight between a married couple?'
'But you're sending divorce papers just because you had a fight with your spouse? I can't tolerate that!'
The attendants exchanged quick glances.
But what can we do if they can't admit it? It's obvious to us that they're both in love with each other.
“Ahem.”
The nanny stood before the two with a still displeased expression and opened her mouth.
“So is it right for the two of you to share a room?”
"What?"
Emily looked at her nanny in surprise.
“Didn’t Grandma Juliet tell you to prepare a room for the two of you to share?”
Emily touched her forehead. Juliet wasn't the type of grandmother to quietly pass by.
"Just..."
Emily was about to tell her to prepare a separate room, but Killian stopped her.
“That’s right. Prepare it like that.”
As Emily stared in surprise, Killian whispered with a sweet smile.
“Shouldn’t I be there to treat you?”
“I’ve been doing fine without your treatment until now, haven’t I?”
“If you don’t want to eat carrot soup, why are you so upset?”
Emily glared at Killian's changed attitude.
“You’re the one who doesn’t know what to do when you’re alone with me.”
“Yes, so I have to practice.”
As the two people whispered and created their own world, the servants left one by one.
As expected, worrying about other people's love lives is the most useless thing in the world.
“Killian, you’re here!”
Just then, Ivan came running from afar, his voice thumping.
He had just come running out of the basement when he heard Emily and Killian had arrived.
When Killian saw Ivan's face, he remembered that Chiron was locked in the mansion's dungeon.
“Oh, oh, oh! Ma’am!”
Ivan suddenly became overcome with emotion and even shed tears when he discovered Emily, who had been hidden behind Killian.
"I'm glad to see you're healthy, too. Huhu! I can't tell you how anxious I've been since that day, unable to sleep or eat. If you don't come back, I'm going to kill myself too..."
“Let’s do that.”
Killian pushed Ivan's forehead back with a serious expression.
“Ivan, thank you for your concern.”
Emily greeted him affectionately.
Her smile made Ivan feel like the guilt that had been weighing heavily on his heart was slowly being washed away.
“Huh... I guess you must be an angel sent from heaven.”
Ivan croaked as if his throat was choked from crying.
The couple looked at Ivan with slightly tired eyes.
“...You go up first.”
Killian winked at Emily.
“Yes, then I’ll go up first.”
Killian watched her climb up and tapped Ivan on the shoulder.
“Go to Chiron.”
“Ugh, yes?”
Only then did Ivan wipe his tears and raise his head to look around. Emily had already disappeared.
"Yes."
He tried to hold back his tears again and led Killian into the dungeon.
The underground prison was completely unmanaged in the Sinope Mansion, which had been warm and hospitable for generations, as there was no use for it.
Killian frowned at the thick dust and pungent smell. It was a smell that reminded him of his impoverished childhood.
“Hey! Wake up!”
Ivan stood in front of the prison door and kicked the iron bars.
Then the man inside raised his head with difficulty.
If Ivan hadn't told him it was Chiron, his face would have been unrecognizable because it was so swollen from being beaten.
“We found the madam, and now we don’t need him anymore. What should I do?”
Chiron, who heard Ivan say to Killian, fell to the floor again.
“Fuck, failed again?”
He started swearing to himself and then suddenly started laughing.
The laughter was so eerie that Killian and Ivan frowned involuntarily.
Thump thump.
"What?"
Killian was the first to notice something strange.
“Open the door quickly!”
"Yes!"
Ivan took the key out of his pocket and opened the door.
As Killian pushed him away and went inside, hot blood was already gushing out of Chiron's mouth.
Ivan, who followed in, looked inside Chiron's mouth, his surprised heart still in place.
“...He bit his tongue and committed suicide.”
It was a bit annoying that he died, but he wasn't a hostage they needed anymore anyway.
Because Giuliano wasn't the kind of family that would exploit another organization's weakness just to save one capo.
“Deliver it to the Giuliano family.”
"All right!"
However, looking at this sight, he thought it might make his stomach hurt a little.
***
Now, Killian truly had to go up to the capital. The flames of Messina were raging, asking when he would return.
“Is it okay if you go alone without me?”
Killian chuckled at Emily's worried tone.
“Can you really live without me?”
Emily asked with a kind look in her eyes.
“Why are you suddenly so sly?”
“Is this clever?”
Killian still touched Emily's hand with a smiling face.
As they say, "You don't know how much time passes when you learn to steal late in life," and ever since their hearts connected, Killian has been glued to Emily's side without fail.
If Emily was bothered, he made an excuse that she needed to get treatment.
So, in a situation where she had to fall like this, her steps didn't fall easily.
“If I go up, will I fight the Giuliano organization?”
He had dared to kidnap the wife of another organization's boss, so now no one, including the committee, could sanction Killian even if those involved were killed.
“Don’t worry about anything.”
He said he would tell her soon, but he still hadn't explained the details of his treason plan.
At Emily's annoyed expression, Killian bent down slightly and kissed her lightly on the lips.
Emily, who had been standing there with a blank expression, soon turned bright red and punched Killian in the chest.
“What are you doing outside! What if someone sees you?”
“No one saw it.”
He shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed expression.
Emily was dumbfounded. Thinking back to the old Killian, his current appearance seemed almost unfamiliar.
“Your Grace, let us depart now!”
Emily jumped back in surprise when she heard Ivan's shout from afar.
Killian chuckled softly. Even the way she seemed to be trembling in fear of being caught in the act from earlier was cute.
“Then I’ll see you in the capital soon.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
Killian stepped heavily into the carriage.
The two exchanged wistful glances and greeted each other until they were out of sight of each other.
Emily, who had returned to the mansion after seeing him off, was leaning against the sofa with a blushing face, touching her lips.
“Miss, are you tired?”
The butler approached and asked in a worried tone.
“No? Why?”
“The Duke of Sadie has come to visit.”
"Is it so?"
Charles remained on Mount Pirata, closing down the Giuliano organization's hut and investigating any other criminal activity.
'I haven't even been able to thank him until now.'
“I’ll go right now.”
“Yes, he is in the reception room.”
Emily roughly tidied her hair and clothes and went to the living room.
It would be a lie if she said their meeting wasn't awkward. Killian had even confessed to her honestly, even to the point of asking her to the Duke of Sadie after their divorce.
As she was taking a deep breath in front of the reception room, the door suddenly opened from inside.
Charles chuckled at Emily's surprised look.
“I heard a noise outside, but they didn’t come in.”
“...I was about to go in.”
Charles and Emily sat down so they could face each other.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes, thanks to you. Your Excellency, you saved me, too.”
"The person who discovered it was the Marquis. All I did was bring you back to the village."
“Thank you anyway.”
Despite Emily's greeting, Charles sighed with a troubled expression.
“I heard from the Marquis Starr. He decided not to divorce.”
"Yes."
In fact, that day, Killian and Charles even got into a fistfight.
But since Emily and he were on the same page, it was something he couldn't force himself to get involved in.
“If you had the surname ‘Sadie’ added to your name, wouldn’t you regret it? You would have a much more comfortable life.”
Emily met Charles' eyes.
His eyes were so earnest that she couldn't help but think of him as the noble and proud Duke, and her heart felt heavy.
“I decided not to regret my choice.”
Charles lowered his head at Emily's unwavering tone.
“That’s too bad.”
Charles actually knew what answer would come out of Emily's mouth.
“I was the one who first met you, and I was the one who first expressed my feelings to you.”
'I thought we were meant to be.'
Charles swallowed his words with difficulty.
“You will meet your destiny.”
Instead of answering, Charles gave a bitter smile.
Emily decided not to say anything more.
She knew that no matter what she said, it would hurt Charles.
“Anyway, I’m going back to the territory now.”
The room, study, and dresses he prepared for Emily were now all unnecessary. When he returned to the estate, he recalled the excitement he once felt preparing them.
He didn't want to go back to the Sadie mansion for a while.
“I hope you are doing well.”
“I also hope that the Duke is happy.”
Emily was still affectionate even to those she didn't like.
Even Emily's affection felt too cruel to Charles.
“I hope you are doing well.”
“I also hope that the Duke is happy.”
Emily was still affectionate even to those she didn't like.
Even Emily's affection felt too cruel to Charles.
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