Episode 147. An unbelievably shocking
Rose heard immediately that Doana had been arrested.
Her capture was truly welcome news.
Doana had been making excuses to postpone her trial. Once a trial date was set, she postponed it, and as another date approached, she would incessantly request a postponement, making excuses to get it postponed.
Because of this, despite her diligent preparations, Doana was elusive. And when she finally caught her, she would effortlessly escape the crisis, like a grain of sand slipping from her hand.
“You were always running away like a loach, and I wondered when I would see you again.”
Finally, I see you, Doana.
Rose was heading to the capital today.
She planned to set a trial date at the court and see Doana's proud face, the one she'd been so unafraid of the law.
“Ah... Time flies so fast.”
Rose hurriedly finished getting ready to go out. Her hair was neatly braided, and she wore a simple dress that was comfortable to move in.
“Oh, wait. You don’t have to wear comfortable clothes.”
Rose stared at herself in the mirror, then smiled mysteriously.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen Doana, so it’s no fun to just dress up.”
Since she was going to see Doana, she had to turn her insides out, one by one.
Doana was someone who placed a lot of importance on appearances.
This applied to others, not just herself. She was more interested in what brand someone wore than their character.
When Rose said she wanted to change, the maids brought in all sorts of gorgeous dresses.
Rose pointed to one she didn’t usually wear. It had a design that radiated the signature of a specific brand. A high-end dress is known to everyone.
This dress was like armor worn before a duel with Doana.
After completing all preparations, Rose boarded the carriage with Gwen. The lawyers accompanying Rose would arrive in her carriage, her own carriage.
The carriage moved briskly. The clatter of hooves and the rattling of wheels were unusually pleasant.
"Everything they say is a lie. I was an outcast in Count Wence's house."
She tried to find a new way to win sympathy, but ultimately, prison was unavoidable.
"It's annoying."
She was locked in an old, musty dungeon.
Unlike the Grand Duke, who lived in a comfortable environment, Doana's quarters were disgustingly filthy.
Not only was there no sunlight, but she shared a space of less than 30 square meters with six other prisoners.
"To expose a pregnant woman to such filthy conditions."
She had only been here a few hours, and it was still too early to adjust.
Doana glanced at her roommates.
Their faces were disheveled, their hair disheveled.
"They must not have washed. How dirty."
Doana covered her mouth without realizing it. Then, one of the prisoners, noticing her behavior, spoke to her in a friendly manner.
“Oh my, you must be having a hard time being pregnant.”
She was the same person who spoke to Doana without hesitation when she first came in. She was not shy and was very friendly even to strangers.
“Are you feeling nauseous and uncomfortable? Drink this water.”
The prisoner poured water into his own cup and held it out to Doana.
“Ugh, you must be crazy. How can I use something so filthy!”
Doana groaned, covering her mouth even more. Then she shook her head without saying anything.
“Ah, the smell...”
Even with her mouth covered, a peculiar, musty smell pierced her nostrils.
“This is why I don’t associate with poor people.”
She didn’t even wash properly, and she smelled.
“If you drink some water, your stomach will feel better.”
“I’d rather not drink anything than drink from that cup.”
Doana waved her hand quietly, as if she didn't want to talk.
At that moment, one of the guards quietly called out to Doana.
"If you need anything, write it down on this list. I'll fill it with the necessities you'll need for your prison life."
As soon as the guard finished speaking, Doana filled the list with items, almost overflowing.
"Why so many?"
"I'm pregnant, so I need a lot."
Doana said softly, stroking her protruding belly.
Doana's attempt to elicit sympathy by appearing pitiful was working in its own way.
The sight of Doana, who appeared to be fully pregnant, weakened the guard's heart.
The guard looked Doana up and down, then sighed in defeat. As the guard left, the prisoner who had been speaking to Doana approached again.
“You didn’t respond so quickly. I thought you couldn’t speak, but that’s not true.”
Doana stared blankly at the prisoner who had spoken to her, then closed her mouth again. Doana nodded in annoyance and took a seat in a corner, one hand on her waist and the other on her protruding belly.
Doana walked cautiously and sat down unsteadily. Doana was moving with even more caution than usual.
“The child... I must protect it.”
She had to protect the child in her womb at all costs.
That was Doana’s last hope.
“If the Count sees the child I gave birth to... he might change his mind.”
Doana stared into space, harboring vain hopes.
Doana, curled up in despair, suddenly felt a strange sensation on her arm.
"My arm feels a little ticklish..."
Doana looked down at her arm absentmindedly. The moment she saw the object on her arm, she screamed, "Go away, prison!"
"Gyaaaaah!!"
It was a bug.
A bug bigger than her thumbnail was stuck to Doana's forearm.
"What the heck!!"
Doana fussed and shook her hand. Despite shaking her arm with all her might, the bug wouldn't come off easily.
Then, one of the prisoners grabbed Doana's arm, held it in place, and pulled the bug off her arm.
Despite confirming that the bug was gone, Doana couldn't easily calm down.
"How on earth did they manage their hygiene to have bugs appear!"
Unlike Doana, who was on the verge of tears, the other prisoners had calm expressions, as if they were quite used to the presence of bugs.
Tears finally flowed from Doana's eyes.
They were genuine tears, unlike the fake ones she'd shed in front of the investigator.
"How do you expect me to live in a place like this..."
She wept with injustice.
She had nothing to do with Beliana's disappearance, yet the fact that she had to endure such humiliation was utterly resentful.
Doana, weeping heartbreakingly, could not accept her current reality.
When Doana shed tears, the other prisoners turned their heads as if they were used to it.
Every time a new inmate entered, they reacted the same way as Doana. That's why they didn't bother to comfort her.
As they had to adapt to this place, comforting them was nothing more than an emotional waste.
As Doana sobbed and wiped away her tears, the guard called out to her again.
"Visit."
Doana's eyes, still weeping sadly, widened.
"Visit?"
Was there anyone worthy of visiting her?
Doana, who had been dazed, soon realized she was right.
"The Count must have sent someone!"
The distorted expression of a woman who had lost everything in the world began to brighten.
"Of course. The blood of the Count Wence family is in my belly. Of course, no matter how much they hate me, they can't ignore me."
The Count Wence family was in the middle of Cedric's funeral, so she would inevitably be pushed down the pecking order.
"You idiot. What have you given up on already?"
Doana rose from her seat with a face full of anticipation.
She moved with the guards, her hands bound.
The place Doana arrived at was a very small, solitary cell. The iron bars were no different from the prison she was in.
Doana, who had been full of anticipation, hardened her expression as soon as she entered.
An unexpected person was waiting for her.
"You... You...!"
Doana's face was etched with bewilderment, unable to speak properly due to her shock.
"Hello, Doana."
"...Yes, why... are you here?"
Doana stuttered as she looked at Rose in front of her.
“So this is what a prison looks like.”
Rose leisurely looked around, as if she were just a tourist.
“But... I’m a little disappointed. I came here expecting a medieval prison, but this is no different from a Korean prison, right?”
Rose’s light-hearted remark, which she couldn’t help because the original author was Korean, turned Doana’s stomach.
“Huh? It’s just like a Korean prison?”
Not at all.
This place was at least sunny and clean, but the space she had just been in was a place so disgusting it made her shiver.
Doana tried to suppress the words rising to her throat.
Not only did she not want to lament her situation in front of Rose, but she felt that talking about it would only make her own life more miserable.
Seeing Rose, who had come in neatly dressed, Doana felt even more miserable in prison.
Doana's trembling eyes met Rose's confident ones in mid-air.
Meeting Rose's gaze, a surge of emotion welled up in her.
"Why are you here?!"
Doana, unable to contain her anger, shouted at Rose.
"My ears are going to explode, you rascal."
Rose leisurely brushed away the hair that had fallen from her forehead, and the corners of her mouth curled up.
"Why did you come? I came because I missed you."
"...Ha."
How could she say something so shamelessly when she didn't mean it? It felt as if Rose was mocking her.
"Hey, mind your own business instead of worrying about other people's business. Are you crying because I'm locked up right now?"
Doana retorted strongly, not wanting to lose to Rose.
“Why don’t you go see the Grand Duke, who’s about to be executed, instead of mocking me? I wasn’t accused of murder like some people. I didn’t commit a crime.”
Rose heard immediately that Doana had been arrested.
Her capture was truly welcome news.
Doana had been making excuses to postpone her trial. Once a trial date was set, she postponed it, and as another date approached, she would incessantly request a postponement, making excuses to get it postponed.
Because of this, despite her diligent preparations, Doana was elusive. And when she finally caught her, she would effortlessly escape the crisis, like a grain of sand slipping from her hand.
“You were always running away like a loach, and I wondered when I would see you again.”
Finally, I see you, Doana.
Rose was heading to the capital today.
She planned to set a trial date at the court and see Doana's proud face, the one she'd been so unafraid of the law.
“Ah... Time flies so fast.”
Rose hurriedly finished getting ready to go out. Her hair was neatly braided, and she wore a simple dress that was comfortable to move in.
“Oh, wait. You don’t have to wear comfortable clothes.”
Rose stared at herself in the mirror, then smiled mysteriously.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen Doana, so it’s no fun to just dress up.”
Since she was going to see Doana, she had to turn her insides out, one by one.
Doana was someone who placed a lot of importance on appearances.
This applied to others, not just herself. She was more interested in what brand someone wore than their character.
When Rose said she wanted to change, the maids brought in all sorts of gorgeous dresses.
Rose pointed to one she didn’t usually wear. It had a design that radiated the signature of a specific brand. A high-end dress is known to everyone.
This dress was like armor worn before a duel with Doana.
After completing all preparations, Rose boarded the carriage with Gwen. The lawyers accompanying Rose would arrive in her carriage, her own carriage.
The carriage moved briskly. The clatter of hooves and the rattling of wheels were unusually pleasant.
***
"Everything they say is a lie. I was an outcast in Count Wence's house."
She tried to find a new way to win sympathy, but ultimately, prison was unavoidable.
"It's annoying."
She was locked in an old, musty dungeon.
Unlike the Grand Duke, who lived in a comfortable environment, Doana's quarters were disgustingly filthy.
Not only was there no sunlight, but she shared a space of less than 30 square meters with six other prisoners.
"To expose a pregnant woman to such filthy conditions."
She had only been here a few hours, and it was still too early to adjust.
Doana glanced at her roommates.
Their faces were disheveled, their hair disheveled.
"They must not have washed. How dirty."
Doana covered her mouth without realizing it. Then, one of the prisoners, noticing her behavior, spoke to her in a friendly manner.
“Oh my, you must be having a hard time being pregnant.”
She was the same person who spoke to Doana without hesitation when she first came in. She was not shy and was very friendly even to strangers.
“Are you feeling nauseous and uncomfortable? Drink this water.”
The prisoner poured water into his own cup and held it out to Doana.
“Ugh, you must be crazy. How can I use something so filthy!”
Doana groaned, covering her mouth even more. Then she shook her head without saying anything.
“Ah, the smell...”
Even with her mouth covered, a peculiar, musty smell pierced her nostrils.
“This is why I don’t associate with poor people.”
She didn’t even wash properly, and she smelled.
“If you drink some water, your stomach will feel better.”
“I’d rather not drink anything than drink from that cup.”
Doana waved her hand quietly, as if she didn't want to talk.
At that moment, one of the guards quietly called out to Doana.
"If you need anything, write it down on this list. I'll fill it with the necessities you'll need for your prison life."
As soon as the guard finished speaking, Doana filled the list with items, almost overflowing.
"Why so many?"
"I'm pregnant, so I need a lot."
Doana said softly, stroking her protruding belly.
Doana's attempt to elicit sympathy by appearing pitiful was working in its own way.
The sight of Doana, who appeared to be fully pregnant, weakened the guard's heart.
The guard looked Doana up and down, then sighed in defeat. As the guard left, the prisoner who had been speaking to Doana approached again.
“You didn’t respond so quickly. I thought you couldn’t speak, but that’s not true.”
Doana stared blankly at the prisoner who had spoken to her, then closed her mouth again. Doana nodded in annoyance and took a seat in a corner, one hand on her waist and the other on her protruding belly.
Doana walked cautiously and sat down unsteadily. Doana was moving with even more caution than usual.
“The child... I must protect it.”
She had to protect the child in her womb at all costs.
That was Doana’s last hope.
“If the Count sees the child I gave birth to... he might change his mind.”
Doana stared into space, harboring vain hopes.
Doana, curled up in despair, suddenly felt a strange sensation on her arm.
"My arm feels a little ticklish..."
Doana looked down at her arm absentmindedly. The moment she saw the object on her arm, she screamed, "Go away, prison!"
"Gyaaaaah!!"
It was a bug.
A bug bigger than her thumbnail was stuck to Doana's forearm.
"What the heck!!"
Doana fussed and shook her hand. Despite shaking her arm with all her might, the bug wouldn't come off easily.
Then, one of the prisoners grabbed Doana's arm, held it in place, and pulled the bug off her arm.
Despite confirming that the bug was gone, Doana couldn't easily calm down.
"How on earth did they manage their hygiene to have bugs appear!"
Unlike Doana, who was on the verge of tears, the other prisoners had calm expressions, as if they were quite used to the presence of bugs.
Tears finally flowed from Doana's eyes.
They were genuine tears, unlike the fake ones she'd shed in front of the investigator.
"How do you expect me to live in a place like this..."
She wept with injustice.
She had nothing to do with Beliana's disappearance, yet the fact that she had to endure such humiliation was utterly resentful.
Doana, weeping heartbreakingly, could not accept her current reality.
When Doana shed tears, the other prisoners turned their heads as if they were used to it.
Every time a new inmate entered, they reacted the same way as Doana. That's why they didn't bother to comfort her.
As they had to adapt to this place, comforting them was nothing more than an emotional waste.
As Doana sobbed and wiped away her tears, the guard called out to her again.
"Visit."
Doana's eyes, still weeping sadly, widened.
"Visit?"
Was there anyone worthy of visiting her?
Doana, who had been dazed, soon realized she was right.
"The Count must have sent someone!"
The distorted expression of a woman who had lost everything in the world began to brighten.
"Of course. The blood of the Count Wence family is in my belly. Of course, no matter how much they hate me, they can't ignore me."
The Count Wence family was in the middle of Cedric's funeral, so she would inevitably be pushed down the pecking order.
"You idiot. What have you given up on already?"
Doana rose from her seat with a face full of anticipation.
She moved with the guards, her hands bound.
The place Doana arrived at was a very small, solitary cell. The iron bars were no different from the prison she was in.
Doana, who had been full of anticipation, hardened her expression as soon as she entered.
An unexpected person was waiting for her.
"You... You...!"
Doana's face was etched with bewilderment, unable to speak properly due to her shock.
"Hello, Doana."
"...Yes, why... are you here?"
Doana stuttered as she looked at Rose in front of her.
“So this is what a prison looks like.”
Rose leisurely looked around, as if she were just a tourist.
“But... I’m a little disappointed. I came here expecting a medieval prison, but this is no different from a Korean prison, right?”
Rose’s light-hearted remark, which she couldn’t help because the original author was Korean, turned Doana’s stomach.
“Huh? It’s just like a Korean prison?”
Not at all.
This place was at least sunny and clean, but the space she had just been in was a place so disgusting it made her shiver.
Doana tried to suppress the words rising to her throat.
Not only did she not want to lament her situation in front of Rose, but she felt that talking about it would only make her own life more miserable.
Seeing Rose, who had come in neatly dressed, Doana felt even more miserable in prison.
Doana's trembling eyes met Rose's confident ones in mid-air.
Meeting Rose's gaze, a surge of emotion welled up in her.
"Why are you here?!"
Doana, unable to contain her anger, shouted at Rose.
"My ears are going to explode, you rascal."
Rose leisurely brushed away the hair that had fallen from her forehead, and the corners of her mouth curled up.
"Why did you come? I came because I missed you."
"...Ha."
How could she say something so shamelessly when she didn't mean it? It felt as if Rose was mocking her.
"Hey, mind your own business instead of worrying about other people's business. Are you crying because I'm locked up right now?"
Doana retorted strongly, not wanting to lose to Rose.
“Why don’t you go see the Grand Duke, who’s about to be executed, instead of mocking me? I wasn’t accused of murder like some people. I didn’t commit a crime.”
She was only implicated in Beliana’s disappearance, unlike the Grand Duke, who was falsely accused of murder.
The Grand Duke was considered a murderer and couldn’t even visit, but Doana was allowed to visit.
“The Count Wence family will come to get me out of here once the funeral is over. I’m going to walk out of this prison proudly, and I won’t let you go first.”
Doana glared at Rose with trembling eyes.
“What should I do? It’s not you who won’t let me go, it’s me.”
Rose said, holding out a document she had brought.
“These are all the people who sued you. Do you still think you can run a business?”
“Fuck. Are you still doing that? Do you think I’ll be scared by a piece of paper?”
Doana giggled, finding Rose’s behavior amusing.
“You’ll never stop my business. And you, who’s never even bought a luxury item in Korea, want to become a department store owner without even knowing your place? Wake up. I, a former VIP at a department store, am better suited for this job than you, a beggar. Unlike you, who wears the facade of a fake noble, I was superior from the beginning.”
“You’re the one who doesn’t know anything, Doana.”
Rose’s calm, composed voice came.
Rose leaned forward slightly and whispered to Doana. It was an unbelievably shocking story.
“...What?”
Doana felt as if she had been hit in the head.
The Grand Duke was considered a murderer and couldn’t even visit, but Doana was allowed to visit.
“The Count Wence family will come to get me out of here once the funeral is over. I’m going to walk out of this prison proudly, and I won’t let you go first.”
Doana glared at Rose with trembling eyes.
“What should I do? It’s not you who won’t let me go, it’s me.”
Rose said, holding out a document she had brought.
“These are all the people who sued you. Do you still think you can run a business?”
“Fuck. Are you still doing that? Do you think I’ll be scared by a piece of paper?”
Doana giggled, finding Rose’s behavior amusing.
“You’ll never stop my business. And you, who’s never even bought a luxury item in Korea, want to become a department store owner without even knowing your place? Wake up. I, a former VIP at a department store, am better suited for this job than you, a beggar. Unlike you, who wears the facade of a fake noble, I was superior from the beginning.”
“You’re the one who doesn’t know anything, Doana.”
Rose’s calm, composed voice came.
Rose leaned forward slightly and whispered to Doana. It was an unbelievably shocking story.
“...What?”
Doana felt as if she had been hit in the head.
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