That night, Theano was very excited.
It was a problem that wouldn't go away no matter what she did. It was difficult to confide in anyone, but in two weeks, things will change.
Theano snorted and crawled onto the bed.
“How long I’ve waited for this day.”
When she lifted her skirt, Ravielli's neatly gathered legs were revealed.
“Don’t worry now. Something good will happen to all of us.”
The hand that had been gently stroking her calf now embraces jer thigh.
As he gripped her thigh tightly in his hand, he felt Ravielli's breathing quicken slightly.
“If only we could have fun together.”
Theano muttered as he pulled down Ravielli's underwear. Then he took a brown bottle from his bosom.
He spent a fortune on the stuff that damn midwife told him to do.
Exactly two weeks. If things didn't go as she said, Theano planned to report the midwife's illegal practice to the Emperor and have her beheaded.
It was when Theano, with his right first finger generously oiled, moved according to the midwife's will.
“...!”
Ravielli clutched the bed sheets, feeling an unpleasant foreign body sensation.
“One, two, three, four, five...”
Theano slowly counted and twirled his fingers.
It was clearly dry, but thanks to the oil on his fingers, it wasn't difficult to move them.
“Yes, how does it feel?”
Theano's languid voice came through the hallway.
Ravielli simply closed his eyes tightly and did not answer.
“How is it... huh? You have to tell me what it is, right?”
The Marquis's voice, which had been upright, was changing.
"I've spent a lot of money and time on that lousy little hole of yours, so you might as well make it worth your while today. At least scream loudly."
It was when Theano, who had stripped naked, began to shout violently and tear Ravielli's dress.
Bang bang bang!
An urgent sound interrupted his desire again.
"Shit!"
The sudden noise caused his stiff penis to begin to relax.
Theano shouted at the door, cursing.
“If you don’t want to be decapitated tomorrow morning, then right now...”
Then an awkward voice came from outside the door.
“Your Grace, someone has come from the palace.”
"What?"
“He is a messenger bringing a message from His Majesty the Emperor.”
At those words, he had no choice but to get up.
Theano picked up his clothes and shouted at Ravielli.
“I’ll be back soon, so stay where you are.”
If it were a message from the Emperor in the middle of the night, it wouldn't be an ordinary thing.
Ravielli nodded, shrugging her shoulders.
But deep down, she was hoping and hoping that the conversation would last a long time and that it would be something serious.
Theano, who had said he would return soon, did not appear again that night.
It was a fortunate thing for Ravielli.
And the next morning, Ravielli learned that the owner of the mansion had received orders from the Emperor and had to leave for Austria immediately.
“Austria?”
Theano continued speaking without even touching the soup, as if she had no appetite.
“Her Majesty the Empress is recuperating at the temple in Ostrin, but she appears to be suffering from a mild illness. Her Majesty has reportedly been feeling unwell since yesterday.”
“...”
"His Majesty the Emperor is deeply concerned about this matter. There are not many people in the country who can resolve it."
Theano put emphasis on the last word.
“No, I’m the only one.”
He was the best doctor in the empire.
'The Marquis is leaving the mansion.'
Theano's departure from the mansion was her only escape.
She planned to read books to her heart's content, sleep deeply, and sit in the garden until the sun rose and set, breathing in the peaceful air.
“Yes, I understand.”
Ravielli tried to look as calm as possible.
She shouldn't show any signs of happiness now.
When she finally raised her head after thinking about it, Ravielli met eyes with Lucian, who was sitting across from her.
Lucian looked at Ravielli once, then averted his eyes as if he was offended, and then calmly went back to eating his soup.
'What?'
After a casual stroll around the mansion, Lucian and she haven't had much conversation.
But this morning at the table, Lucian had a much more indifferent expression than usual.
She somehow wanted to know the reason, but she knew it was useless curiosity.
“Phew, so that’s where things get really tricky.”
Theano's mind was very complicated.
The sudden trip to Austria wasn't planned. Weren't you excited, thinking you'd spend a lot of money and follow the midwife's instructions?
He was told he shouldn't miss a single day for two weeks, but something suddenly came up that required him to leave.
It was the Emperor's order, so it could not be delayed.
If he takes Ravielli away, it's obvious that he'll become a laughing stock to people.
There is only one way.
All he had to do was leave Ravielli in the mansion and have someone put their finger in her hole every night for him.
Who will be the man to replace him, neither a maid nor a woman?
Theano sipped the soup slowly and glanced at Lucian.
'Can I trust that snake-like guy?'
However, that doesn't mean it can be left to the servants.
After receiving the message from the palace, Theano couldn't sleep for a whole day and was troubled.
Finally, when the first rooster crowed, Lucian was called.
Although it was early, Lucian Meyer stood before his father with his usual neat and dignified face.
“Did you call, Father?”
Theano, holding the scroll with an anxious face, looked at Lucian.
The handsome man who didn't look like him at all was calling him father.
The more he thinks about it, the creepier it gets, but there really isn't an alternative.
He was staying quieter than expected in the mansion, except for the first day when he acted a bit arrogantly.
Theano consciously kept Lucian at a distance, never seeing him again except for twice a day at the dinner table.
This was actually the first time he was called out like this.
Because of this, Lucian was also very curious about Theano's business.
After hesitating for a while, Theano began to speak cautiously.
“What did you do in the Hills?”
This was his second private meeting with Theano Meyer. He was so uncomfortable and appalled by the sudden arrival of his son that his face had turned pale within half a day.
“I studied medicine.”
Lucian answered lightly and stood up from his chair.
That's all he can ask his son when he meets him.
"Medicine?"
At Lucian's words, Theano furrowed his brow and asked back.
“So you’re a doctor?”
"Yes."
Even though it was dark, Theano's face was easily imaginable.
A face that doesn't know whether to be happy or sad that the son he abandoned has returned as a doctor.
“Hmm.”
While Lucian was observing him, Theano's mind was also spinning in a complex manner.
Theano recalled the first time he encountered Lucian Meyer.
After Ravielli went up to the second floor, the strange man in the study took out a small, round object from his bag.
It was clearly a pair of queuing glasses (spectacles with a rod on one lens) that had been dedicated to a woman in Hills a dozen years ago.
'I'm sure I gave it to that woman.'
The quising glass was decorated with high-quality pearls and even had Theano's initials 'T' engraved on it.
Even if she dropped it somewhere and this man picked it up, you can't guess everything from the initials alone.
Given that he knew all the circumstances, there was a very high probability that Lucian Meyer was his son.
When he came face to face with the shining pearl on the table, Theano froze in place.
The quishy glass he left behind for the woman was not a token of his affection, but a message telling her to sell it to save her life.
It was never his intention to show up like this, including his son.
So he had no choice but to just accept Lucian.
After introducing himself to Ravielli without any doubts or thoughts, he finally came to his senses as if he had been hit in the back of the head.
'Where on earth did that soft brown hair come from?'
Genoveppa had blonde hair, and he had dark black hair.
Besides, Theano had a prominent face and a flat nose, but his son had a sharp nose and beautiful brown hair.
He couldn't help but feel suspicious about the appearance that didn't resemble his own at all.
“But why did you suddenly come to see me?”
If Lucian had studied medicine at Hills, he could have made a good living as a doctor there.
For the nobles, having an illegitimate child born outside of marriage was actually nothing special.
Since most of the opponents were laborers, commoners, or prostitutes, they could be resolved by giving them a moderate amount of money.
There were occasional cases where they would disappear, leaving their children behind, but in those cases, they could just hire a nanny to raise them.
All it took to raise a child was money.
Whether you keep it or let it go, it all comes down to money.
However, it was not common for a fully grown adult like him to appear, especially as a doctor.
The conclusion is that he did not come here for a small amount of money.
'He's after the property.'
Theano stared intently into Lucian Meyer's sinister and mysterious hazel eyes.
But the answer he got back was surprisingly simple.
It was a problem that wouldn't go away no matter what she did. It was difficult to confide in anyone, but in two weeks, things will change.
Theano snorted and crawled onto the bed.
“How long I’ve waited for this day.”
When she lifted her skirt, Ravielli's neatly gathered legs were revealed.
“Don’t worry now. Something good will happen to all of us.”
The hand that had been gently stroking her calf now embraces jer thigh.
As he gripped her thigh tightly in his hand, he felt Ravielli's breathing quicken slightly.
“If only we could have fun together.”
Theano muttered as he pulled down Ravielli's underwear. Then he took a brown bottle from his bosom.
He spent a fortune on the stuff that damn midwife told him to do.
Exactly two weeks. If things didn't go as she said, Theano planned to report the midwife's illegal practice to the Emperor and have her beheaded.
It was when Theano, with his right first finger generously oiled, moved according to the midwife's will.
“...!”
Ravielli clutched the bed sheets, feeling an unpleasant foreign body sensation.
“One, two, three, four, five...”
Theano slowly counted and twirled his fingers.
It was clearly dry, but thanks to the oil on his fingers, it wasn't difficult to move them.
“Yes, how does it feel?”
Theano's languid voice came through the hallway.
Ravielli simply closed his eyes tightly and did not answer.
“How is it... huh? You have to tell me what it is, right?”
The Marquis's voice, which had been upright, was changing.
"I've spent a lot of money and time on that lousy little hole of yours, so you might as well make it worth your while today. At least scream loudly."
It was when Theano, who had stripped naked, began to shout violently and tear Ravielli's dress.
Bang bang bang!
An urgent sound interrupted his desire again.
"Shit!"
The sudden noise caused his stiff penis to begin to relax.
Theano shouted at the door, cursing.
“If you don’t want to be decapitated tomorrow morning, then right now...”
Then an awkward voice came from outside the door.
“Your Grace, someone has come from the palace.”
"What?"
“He is a messenger bringing a message from His Majesty the Emperor.”
At those words, he had no choice but to get up.
Theano picked up his clothes and shouted at Ravielli.
“I’ll be back soon, so stay where you are.”
If it were a message from the Emperor in the middle of the night, it wouldn't be an ordinary thing.
Ravielli nodded, shrugging her shoulders.
But deep down, she was hoping and hoping that the conversation would last a long time and that it would be something serious.
Theano, who had said he would return soon, did not appear again that night.
It was a fortunate thing for Ravielli.
And the next morning, Ravielli learned that the owner of the mansion had received orders from the Emperor and had to leave for Austria immediately.
“Austria?”
Theano continued speaking without even touching the soup, as if she had no appetite.
“Her Majesty the Empress is recuperating at the temple in Ostrin, but she appears to be suffering from a mild illness. Her Majesty has reportedly been feeling unwell since yesterday.”
“...”
"His Majesty the Emperor is deeply concerned about this matter. There are not many people in the country who can resolve it."
Theano put emphasis on the last word.
“No, I’m the only one.”
He was the best doctor in the empire.
He was renowned not only for his exceptional medical skills but also for his pharmaceutical expertise, becoming famous for instantly curing the Emperor suffering from boils.
Theano's departure from the mansion was her only escape.
She planned to read books to her heart's content, sleep deeply, and sit in the garden until the sun rose and set, breathing in the peaceful air.
“Yes, I understand.”
Ravielli tried to look as calm as possible.
She shouldn't show any signs of happiness now.
When she finally raised her head after thinking about it, Ravielli met eyes with Lucian, who was sitting across from her.
Lucian looked at Ravielli once, then averted his eyes as if he was offended, and then calmly went back to eating his soup.
'What?'
After a casual stroll around the mansion, Lucian and she haven't had much conversation.
But this morning at the table, Lucian had a much more indifferent expression than usual.
She somehow wanted to know the reason, but she knew it was useless curiosity.
***
“Phew, so that’s where things get really tricky.”
Theano's mind was very complicated.
The sudden trip to Austria wasn't planned. Weren't you excited, thinking you'd spend a lot of money and follow the midwife's instructions?
He was told he shouldn't miss a single day for two weeks, but something suddenly came up that required him to leave.
It was the Emperor's order, so it could not be delayed.
If he takes Ravielli away, it's obvious that he'll become a laughing stock to people.
There is only one way.
All he had to do was leave Ravielli in the mansion and have someone put their finger in her hole every night for him.
Who will be the man to replace him, neither a maid nor a woman?
Theano sipped the soup slowly and glanced at Lucian.
'Can I trust that snake-like guy?'
However, that doesn't mean it can be left to the servants.
After receiving the message from the palace, Theano couldn't sleep for a whole day and was troubled.
Finally, when the first rooster crowed, Lucian was called.
Although it was early, Lucian Meyer stood before his father with his usual neat and dignified face.
“Did you call, Father?”
Theano, holding the scroll with an anxious face, looked at Lucian.
The handsome man who didn't look like him at all was calling him father.
The more he thinks about it, the creepier it gets, but there really isn't an alternative.
He was staying quieter than expected in the mansion, except for the first day when he acted a bit arrogantly.
Theano consciously kept Lucian at a distance, never seeing him again except for twice a day at the dinner table.
This was actually the first time he was called out like this.
Because of this, Lucian was also very curious about Theano's business.
After hesitating for a while, Theano began to speak cautiously.
“What did you do in the Hills?”
This was his second private meeting with Theano Meyer. He was so uncomfortable and appalled by the sudden arrival of his son that his face had turned pale within half a day.
“I studied medicine.”
Lucian answered lightly and stood up from his chair.
That's all he can ask his son when he meets him.
Lucian Meyer suddenly felt sorry for the thin, sensitive-looking man.
At Lucian's words, Theano furrowed his brow and asked back.
“So you’re a doctor?”
"Yes."
Even though it was dark, Theano's face was easily imaginable.
A face that doesn't know whether to be happy or sad that the son he abandoned has returned as a doctor.
“Hmm.”
While Lucian was observing him, Theano's mind was also spinning in a complex manner.
Theano recalled the first time he encountered Lucian Meyer.
After Ravielli went up to the second floor, the strange man in the study took out a small, round object from his bag.
It was clearly a pair of queuing glasses (spectacles with a rod on one lens) that had been dedicated to a woman in Hills a dozen years ago.
'I'm sure I gave it to that woman.'
The quising glass was decorated with high-quality pearls and even had Theano's initials 'T' engraved on it.
Even if she dropped it somewhere and this man picked it up, you can't guess everything from the initials alone.
Given that he knew all the circumstances, there was a very high probability that Lucian Meyer was his son.
When he came face to face with the shining pearl on the table, Theano froze in place.
The quishy glass he left behind for the woman was not a token of his affection, but a message telling her to sell it to save her life.
It was never his intention to show up like this, including his son.
But Lucian was no easy opponent. He pinned the flustered Theano down, forcing him to unpack his belongings.
After introducing himself to Ravielli without any doubts or thoughts, he finally came to his senses as if he had been hit in the back of the head.
'Where on earth did that soft brown hair come from?'
Genoveppa had blonde hair, and he had dark black hair.
Besides, Theano had a prominent face and a flat nose, but his son had a sharp nose and beautiful brown hair.
He couldn't help but feel suspicious about the appearance that didn't resemble his own at all.
“But why did you suddenly come to see me?”
If Lucian had studied medicine at Hills, he could have made a good living as a doctor there.
For the nobles, having an illegitimate child born outside of marriage was actually nothing special.
Since most of the opponents were laborers, commoners, or prostitutes, they could be resolved by giving them a moderate amount of money.
There were occasional cases where they would disappear, leaving their children behind, but in those cases, they could just hire a nanny to raise them.
All it took to raise a child was money.
Whether you keep it or let it go, it all comes down to money.
However, it was not common for a fully grown adult like him to appear, especially as a doctor.
The conclusion is that he did not come here for a small amount of money.
'He's after the property.'
Theano stared intently into Lucian Meyer's sinister and mysterious hazel eyes.
But the answer he got back was surprisingly simple.
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