At Pete's words, the corners of Mateo's mouth went up.
“It was quite sharp.”
But Mateo didn't say anything more about himself.
With those words, Mateo and Nigel stood up.
“Marcelo. We don’t plan on registering as candidates anyway, so let’s proceed without us.”
Marcelo nodded unconsciously in that threatening atmosphere.
“Seeing you avoiding the place like that, I guess Giuliano isn’t that bad.”
Mateo stopped in his tracks and turned around as Killian muttered with a cold laugh.
"Killian. If you don't want to see the bottom of me, you shouldn't provoke me."
And then Mateo pointed with his finger from the Rezzetta family to the Gotio family and said:
“All three of you, be careful. We don’t intend to let this go your way.”
“I agree, kid.”
At Messina's casual remark, Mateo glared at her once more and then went outside again.
After they left, the conference room became quiet.
“Well, then, shall we start again with registering as a candidate?”
Even in the midst of all this, Marcelo had a strong sense of responsibility.
After tidying up the messy Sinope territory, Emily also soon came up to the capital.
"Madam!"
Cezanne, Roxy, and Chili, who rarely show their emotions on their faces, ran towards Emily with tears in their eyes as soon as they saw her.
“Ugh... I’m so glad you came back like this!”
And Alvin and Mayo, who were also very emotional, greeted Emily while wiping away their tears.
"Cezzane or I should have gone with you. We shouldn't have left our lady in the care of those idiots, Knox and Ivan!"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and Alvin's eyes grew wide, and his fists clenched.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine, no one’s hurting. I’ve gained a lot thanks to them, so don’t scold them too much.”
Emily's face flushed red again as she thought of Killian.
“Madam, you are too sensitive; it’s a problem.”
Tears fell from Alvin's eyes again.
“Come to think of it, I was going to say thank you to Cezanne.”
Cezanne tilted his head with a questioning expression.
“Why me...”
“I was able to escape from there safely thanks to Cezanne’s diligent training with me.”
As a teacher, there was nothing more moving than that.
“In that sense, can I receive training from Cezanne again?”
“Of course!”
An excited voice, unusual for Cezanne, resonated through the lobby.
“Oops! But, ma’am... I was going to send you back, but a guest...”
Roxy hesitantly stepped between them.
“Who is the guest?”
“Hey, you little girl!”
The guest was none other than Marlene.
She, too, with tears in her eyes, ran to Emily and hugged her as soon as she saw her.
“Are you feeling okay? I’ve been worried for days!”
Emily was surprised by those words and grabbed Marlene's shoulder and asked.
“How did you know what happened to me?”
Since there was a high possibility that rumors of a noble woman being kidnapped would be distorted into something bad, they were being very strict about keeping a close eye on rumors.
Instead of Marlene crying out loud, Cezanne sighed and opened her mouth.
"It seems the boss of Rezetta has been acting strangely. Madam, please comfort me, I'm surprised."
“Were you two still in contact?”
Marlene nodded, chuckling.
“Yeah. Since you and the Marquis said you were getting a divorce, we were planning a reunion.”
When she first saw them, they seemed like enemies, but strangely enough, they seemed to have something in common.
“But seeing you back here, I guess that operation is no longer necessary, right?”
Marlene asked with sparkling eyes.
Emily nodded shyly.
“As expected! I knew that would work!”
“You mean it works? What?”
“You must be tired, so let’s go up and talk.”
Marlene clapped her hands and gave instructions to her team members.
"Alvin? Emily's probably hungry, so pack her some snacks and bring them over. Cezanne and Chili, warm up some bath water for her, and Roxy, can you bring out some clothes for Emily so she can change into something comfortable?"
Emily shook her head as if she couldn't stop Marlene from giving instructions as if it were her own home.
Meanwhile, the members of the organization who had originally planned to do so scattered, their lips pursed, to find work to do.
Emily looked at them with a strange expression.
'You'd be surprised if you knew those people were mafia.'
Marlene, who had no idea that was happening, waited patiently until Emily washed up and changed into comfortable clothes.
“Marlene, continue what we were talking about earlier.”
Emily asked, sitting across from Marlene.
“What the hell got through?”
“Oh, wait a minute.”
Marlene, who was eating a scone, swallowed everything in her mouth along with the milk.
“Well, actually, there’s a legend that if you build a stone tower in front of the Cite River with two people’s names engraved on it, your love will come true.”
“You did that in my name and my husband’s name?”
"Yeah! Messina Malone said she got married that way, too. She said there were quite a few people around her who'd benefited from it, too."
“Wait a minute. Did you build the stone tower with her?”
It was strange to call Messina by her name, but the thought of two people crouching down and building a stone tower together was a strange sight.
“I found out she was a cool and nice guy. We decided to be close friends.”
Marlene was completely at peace, not even realizing that the mafia was all around her.
“But isn’t it amazing? That stone tower actually works.”
'Will that work?'
Emily looked at Marlene with cold eyes.
Sometimes, when her friend's innocent side comes out, she can't get used to it.
"Still, thanks to Messina, neither you nor I will misunderstand the Marquis. How fortunate. If I had received the divorce papers without that explanation, I would have been so shocked."
Emily nodded in agreement with those words.
“But Marlene, did you lose interest in society after hanging out with that woman?”
“Absolutely not.”
Marlene flatly denied it.
"But I won't be the queen bee of the group I was originally with. To build my political and social influence, I need to form a group of more mature and dignified people."
“You must be busy.”
Marlene raised an eyebrow as Emily answered indifferently.
"You're ignoring me now, but just wait and see. There will surely come a time when you need my help."
“I didn’t ignore it.”
Emily placed a madeleine on Marlene's plate.
Then Marlene's eyebrows twitched.
“Am I a Mexican?”
“Sorry, I forgot your nickname is Madeleine.”
Emily moved the madeleine back to her plate.
“Anyway, I should really explore this at the party being held by the royal family this time.”
“What event was there this time?”
Emily muttered, biting absentmindedly into the cookie.
“We are holding a celebration party for the arrival of the Prince from the Robert Empire.”
The Prince who was to come this time was the son of a Princess from the Vancent Empire who married the Emperor of the Robert Empire.
Strictly speaking, since they also had the right to inherit the throne, the royal family was not particularly welcoming of Prince Robert's visit.
Marlene, who was drinking tea and telling stories about various things that happened in the capital, looked out the window and got up from her seat.
“The sun is already setting. I have to go.”
“You can have dinner here and then go.”
"You want me to tactlessly barge in between a couple who haven't seen each other in a long time? Done."
Marlene answered coolly and put on her coat.
Emily and Marlene came down the stairs together. Killian, who had just finished going out, was also coming into the house.
“You must be Lady Huppert.”
Marlene bowed awkwardly at Killian's greeting.
“Oh, hello, Marquis. Actually, I’m on my way out right now, so I should have said goodbye... How have you been?”
Judging by the way she was talking nonsense like that, it seemed like she still hadn't overcome her fear of the mafia.
“Go ahead, Marlene.”
Emily pushed Marlene's back with a pitiful expression.
“Then I’ll go! I think I already said goodbye.”
Marlene left the front door, still muttering to herself.
It was a somewhat hectic day.
Killian made sure Marlene was gone and gave Emily a light kiss on the forehead.
“You must not have been able to rest as soon as you came up here.”
“It’s okay. You must be tired from dealing with all the pending work.”
“I’m fine too.”
Emily and Killian moved to the dining room, unaware that the servants' mouths were agape at the sudden change in the two people's mood.
Emily and Killian, lost in their own world, were busy flirting, whether they knew each other or not.
“It was quite sharp.”
But Mateo didn't say anything more about himself.
With those words, Mateo and Nigel stood up.
“Marcelo. We don’t plan on registering as candidates anyway, so let’s proceed without us.”
Marcelo nodded unconsciously in that threatening atmosphere.
“Seeing you avoiding the place like that, I guess Giuliano isn’t that bad.”
Mateo stopped in his tracks and turned around as Killian muttered with a cold laugh.
"Killian. If you don't want to see the bottom of me, you shouldn't provoke me."
And then Mateo pointed with his finger from the Rezzetta family to the Gotio family and said:
“All three of you, be careful. We don’t intend to let this go your way.”
“I agree, kid.”
At Messina's casual remark, Mateo glared at her once more and then went outside again.
After they left, the conference room became quiet.
“Well, then, shall we start again with registering as a candidate?”
Even in the midst of all this, Marcelo had a strong sense of responsibility.
***
After tidying up the messy Sinope territory, Emily also soon came up to the capital.
"Madam!"
Cezanne, Roxy, and Chili, who rarely show their emotions on their faces, ran towards Emily with tears in their eyes as soon as they saw her.
“Ugh... I’m so glad you came back like this!”
And Alvin and Mayo, who were also very emotional, greeted Emily while wiping away their tears.
"Cezzane or I should have gone with you. We shouldn't have left our lady in the care of those idiots, Knox and Ivan!"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and Alvin's eyes grew wide, and his fists clenched.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine, no one’s hurting. I’ve gained a lot thanks to them, so don’t scold them too much.”
Emily's face flushed red again as she thought of Killian.
“Madam, you are too sensitive; it’s a problem.”
Tears fell from Alvin's eyes again.
“Come to think of it, I was going to say thank you to Cezanne.”
Cezanne tilted his head with a questioning expression.
“Why me...”
“I was able to escape from there safely thanks to Cezanne’s diligent training with me.”
As a teacher, there was nothing more moving than that.
“In that sense, can I receive training from Cezanne again?”
“Of course!”
An excited voice, unusual for Cezanne, resonated through the lobby.
“Oops! But, ma’am... I was going to send you back, but a guest...”
Roxy hesitantly stepped between them.
“Who is the guest?”
“Hey, you little girl!”
The guest was none other than Marlene.
She, too, with tears in her eyes, ran to Emily and hugged her as soon as she saw her.
“Are you feeling okay? I’ve been worried for days!”
Emily was surprised by those words and grabbed Marlene's shoulder and asked.
“How did you know what happened to me?”
Since there was a high possibility that rumors of a noble woman being kidnapped would be distorted into something bad, they were being very strict about keeping a close eye on rumors.
Instead of Marlene crying out loud, Cezanne sighed and opened her mouth.
"It seems the boss of Rezetta has been acting strangely. Madam, please comfort me, I'm surprised."
“Were you two still in contact?”
Marlene nodded, chuckling.
“Yeah. Since you and the Marquis said you were getting a divorce, we were planning a reunion.”
When she first saw them, they seemed like enemies, but strangely enough, they seemed to have something in common.
“But seeing you back here, I guess that operation is no longer necessary, right?”
Marlene asked with sparkling eyes.
Emily nodded shyly.
“As expected! I knew that would work!”
“You mean it works? What?”
“You must be tired, so let’s go up and talk.”
Marlene clapped her hands and gave instructions to her team members.
"Alvin? Emily's probably hungry, so pack her some snacks and bring them over. Cezanne and Chili, warm up some bath water for her, and Roxy, can you bring out some clothes for Emily so she can change into something comfortable?"
Emily shook her head as if she couldn't stop Marlene from giving instructions as if it were her own home.
Meanwhile, the members of the organization who had originally planned to do so scattered, their lips pursed, to find work to do.
Emily looked at them with a strange expression.
'You'd be surprised if you knew those people were mafia.'
Marlene, who had no idea that was happening, waited patiently until Emily washed up and changed into comfortable clothes.
“Marlene, continue what we were talking about earlier.”
Emily asked, sitting across from Marlene.
“What the hell got through?”
“Oh, wait a minute.”
Marlene, who was eating a scone, swallowed everything in her mouth along with the milk.
“Well, actually, there’s a legend that if you build a stone tower in front of the Cite River with two people’s names engraved on it, your love will come true.”
“You did that in my name and my husband’s name?”
"Yeah! Messina Malone said she got married that way, too. She said there were quite a few people around her who'd benefited from it, too."
“Wait a minute. Did you build the stone tower with her?”
It was strange to call Messina by her name, but the thought of two people crouching down and building a stone tower together was a strange sight.
“I found out she was a cool and nice guy. We decided to be close friends.”
Marlene was completely at peace, not even realizing that the mafia was all around her.
“But isn’t it amazing? That stone tower actually works.”
'Will that work?'
Emily looked at Marlene with cold eyes.
Sometimes, when her friend's innocent side comes out, she can't get used to it.
"Still, thanks to Messina, neither you nor I will misunderstand the Marquis. How fortunate. If I had received the divorce papers without that explanation, I would have been so shocked."
Emily nodded in agreement with those words.
“But Marlene, did you lose interest in society after hanging out with that woman?”
“Absolutely not.”
Marlene flatly denied it.
"But I won't be the queen bee of the group I was originally with. To build my political and social influence, I need to form a group of more mature and dignified people."
“You must be busy.”
Marlene raised an eyebrow as Emily answered indifferently.
"You're ignoring me now, but just wait and see. There will surely come a time when you need my help."
“I didn’t ignore it.”
Emily placed a madeleine on Marlene's plate.
Then Marlene's eyebrows twitched.
“Am I a Mexican?”
“Sorry, I forgot your nickname is Madeleine.”
Emily moved the madeleine back to her plate.
“Anyway, I should really explore this at the party being held by the royal family this time.”
“What event was there this time?”
Emily muttered, biting absentmindedly into the cookie.
“We are holding a celebration party for the arrival of the Prince from the Robert Empire.”
The Prince who was to come this time was the son of a Princess from the Vancent Empire who married the Emperor of the Robert Empire.
Strictly speaking, since they also had the right to inherit the throne, the royal family was not particularly welcoming of Prince Robert's visit.
Marlene, who was drinking tea and telling stories about various things that happened in the capital, looked out the window and got up from her seat.
“The sun is already setting. I have to go.”
“You can have dinner here and then go.”
"You want me to tactlessly barge in between a couple who haven't seen each other in a long time? Done."
Marlene answered coolly and put on her coat.
Emily and Marlene came down the stairs together. Killian, who had just finished going out, was also coming into the house.
“You must be Lady Huppert.”
Marlene bowed awkwardly at Killian's greeting.
“Oh, hello, Marquis. Actually, I’m on my way out right now, so I should have said goodbye... How have you been?”
Judging by the way she was talking nonsense like that, it seemed like she still hadn't overcome her fear of the mafia.
“Go ahead, Marlene.”
Emily pushed Marlene's back with a pitiful expression.
“Then I’ll go! I think I already said goodbye.”
Marlene left the front door, still muttering to herself.
It was a somewhat hectic day.
Killian made sure Marlene was gone and gave Emily a light kiss on the forehead.
“You must not have been able to rest as soon as you came up here.”
“It’s okay. You must be tired from dealing with all the pending work.”
“I’m fine too.”
Emily and Killian moved to the dining room, unaware that the servants' mouths were agape at the sudden change in the two people's mood.
Emily and Killian, lost in their own world, were busy flirting, whether they knew each other or not.
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