Spoiler: ch24 Episode 24. Why should I forget? As if trying to bring up a difficult story, he hesitated several times. I couldn't even guess what it was about. His face was still red and his expression didn't look right, so I was nervous for nothing. Yeah. Why did you use the word 'confession' to make people misunderstand again? But she couldn't even tell him to speak quickly. I can only wait patiently. “At that time, it was about the bees.” After a while, his lips opened. Bee? What's this all of a sudden? I waited quietly for his words and fixed my gaze. Duke Henston looked at the carriage with his still red face, then turned to face me. For a moment, his heart pounded. "I mean, in the wine cellar." "What are you talking about...?" He let out a deep sigh as he was embarrassed. However, I had no idea where this nonsense came from. Duke Henston eventually began to flesh out the details. Seeing that he was rubbing his forehead while not speaking his words, he himself seemed quite embarrassed by this situation. However, he did not give up until the end. On the contrary, it was actually me who wanted him to give up when the talk of the drinking party came out of his mouth. "I wasn’t clear that morning. I couldn't remember what happened the night before, so that's why." After he finished speaking with difficulty, he looked a little relieved. I glanced over and spoke. "Is this the story you want to confess about?" "Yes." A small sigh leaked out. I never dreamed that he would not have remembered the events of that day. It was me who really wanted the film to stop! "······So." Feeling cramped, he took off the robe he was wearing. "The thing that I chased you after asking to talk about what happened the day before, and that you did it this time, but that I can do it next time..." Talking until there, he coughed low again with his mouth closed. Somehow, I also felt that the inside of the carriage was hot and cramped. Neither more nor less, we are both as ripe as bright red apples. "Anyway, it's all about the bee. I'm sorry if I made you misunderstood." "N-no. Hey, we can just let it go." I was embarrassed and quickly waved my hand. I also wanted to end this quickly. Then he said no and shook his head. "I don't want to be seen as unscrupulous, even if it's just a little." Then, in a firm voice, he added: "Especially for you." "N-no! It was me who caused it in the first place!" My face heated up at his words, so I rubbed the windows that were not covered in dust for nothing. If it were me, I'd have just jumped over. If I dare to hear this story and experience shame again, that side would be better. Nevertheless, he said he doesn't want to be misunderstood because of his pride as a noble, right? He took his eyes off me and stared at the night street for a moment, then tapped the windows with his hand and whispered softly again. "And one more thing. I don't want you to avoid me in the future. That day, I felt really..." Without speaking up to that point, he hurriedly bit his mouth. But even for a moment, he soon added in a calm voice: “There are a lot of things we have to do together in the future, so it’s difficult if it gets awkward.” Unlike the ugly me, whose lips tremble when I think of that time, he looked calm. The shy look when he spoke at first had completely disappeared. I nodded vigorously. "Yes, I will." He must be a different person from me. It's not like I've never been in a relationship in my life either. But I was not used to the idea of kissing someone. On the other hand, maybe Abonim had so much experience that he couldn't even compare to mine? It's still before the start of the original work, and I don't know the circumstances of the nobles well because I possessed the body of a commoner, but I can roughly estimate it. There must have been countless rumors with countless noble girls. Because he's young and handsome, and he's not lacking anything when it comes to wealth, or power, he’s not missing anything. I closed my eyes slightly and moved my lips. For some reason, there’s a subtle feeling. "Anyway, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Please, forget everything that happened that night." I responded as naturally as possible, but a harsh voice came out of his mouth. "Why should I forget?" "Pardon?" What is this tone? I lifted my gaze and looked at him. His expressionless face turned red. "It was my first time." (OMG MC TAKE RESPONSIBILITY!) For a moment, her head throbbed as if she had been hit by something. Wait. First time, what do you mean first time? N-no way. Did I hear it wrong? Everyone else thinks so, right? "keum keuheum." He paused for a moment to cough and continued to talk again, apparently embarrassed by my gaze. A face that was red enough to be clearly seen even without the light pouring through the window, filled both eyes. "I was so focused on raising children, I didn't have time for that. Isn't that so weird?" I didn't say anything, opened my lips and blinked my eyes. Of course, I do not know how difficult parenting is, as I have never experienced it myself. I don't even know half of what Abonim’s had been through. It must be true that he didn't have much time because he had so much love for Pieta. But he will turn 30 in a few years... To lead such an attractive man steadily into the path of wizards and fairies. Hyuk, don’t tell me this is also Bamsong’s scheme...? *** "Stop here. I want to walk for a while." When we arrived at the duke's mansion, darkness had already descended. As soon as Abonim’s words ran out, the coachman stopped the carriage. It was hot and I was fanning my hands, so it was good news. The air outside was quite refreshing, probably because we had spent all the time in the stuffy bar. The coachman drove the carriage away, leaving only the two of us. The tail of the colorful carriage glistens in the moonlight. He casually started to cross the garden. I also quickly followed suit. A cool breeze blew through the high fir leaves that stretched between the roadside. Breathing in the cool air, I stretched out my arms. Unconsciously, I yawned, then I heard a loud laughter from the side. "You must be very tired." Before I knew it, he slowed down and walk with me. Somehow embarrassed, I quickly got my act togethe. Oh, I decided not to be conscious of it. "What are you going to do now?" I quickly changed the subject. If we continue the conversation, I'll be able to care less about him being too close. "What are you talking about?" “The plan after calling the knights and disrupting the meeting.” I said sulkily. My lips in a pout. It was a protest against not keeping the promise that he will tell me everything so that I don't have to worry about it in the future. I was so nervous earlier, I thought we were caught by the guild members. If I had known that the Knights Templar would come, I would have gone a little more daring, such as using myself as a bait. "If I had told you that, you would have attacked without covering the fire." Are you a mind reader ······? My jaw dropped without realizing it. I realized I might look weird so I quickly changed my expression, but I think I've already been caught. Duke Henston clicked his tongue and continued. "Every guild member has been detained. For the time being, they'll be under strict supervision of the Knights templar." "Then the child...." "The guild leader and the child are already in safe hands. I'm trying to find out if there's any contact with Count Santorini in the past. We'd better wrap it up as soon as possible. There's nothing good in prolonging this." I thought about it when he put the Knights on standby, he really does a thorough job. But at the same time, when I think about it. How could such a person not remember what happened that night? Also because of drinking too much. Surprisingly, it feels quite human. It's not that bad somehow. No, it's not bad, it's even a little cute... hyuk, cute. That's a word that doesn't go well with Abonim. What I was trying not to be conscious of is overshadowed. My cheeks and the back of my neck kept burning. I shook my head like a man with bugs in his hair, trying to get rid of the thought. " What's wrong?" "It's nothing." When I heard his voice that seemed to be puzzled, I sobered up. I clenched my fists and quickly hid my expression. "I'll help too." As I immediately noticed when I heard the guild name earlier, if there is a connection between the past of the two, I will also be the one who finds it. "Oh, and there's one thing more." "What is it?" "You have to think about how you can tell Count Santorini about this. It's surprising to have a family all of a sudden, even a leader of a dark guild." "Hmm...." He worried for a moment thinking that what I said had some truth. In fact, he was more concerned about the current Count Santorini than that. How will an elderly man over 80 accept the fact that he has a hidden daughter and grandson? He seems to be someone who doesn't tolerate injustice at all, and only knows anything but justice. Will such a person really want to admit a daughter, who is the guild leader of the Dark Guild, and takes care of all the dirty work? But... it's still the right thing to let him know. Because we can't hide the celestial wheel. (천륜을 moral laws of family relationships, (formal) filial piety, Relationship by blood between a parent and child, said to be made in heaven.) In addition, if recognized as the Count's bloodline, the child will be able to grow up in a much better environment than it is now. I have never met him, but when I think of the original story, I get a rough idea of how the child is growing. Obviously, it is not an environment conducive to education. If he becomes the Count's grandson, he will escape from the messy world and receive a good education, and then he will be far from the fate of becoming the guild leader of the Dark Guild. It is also said that the probability of getting involved with Pieta is also significantly reduced. Because in the original story, he, or to be more precise, a guild member who was ordered by him abducted Pieta, and the two met. "It can't be without any shock, but I think it would be better to deliver it in the least possible way." "As expected, we get along very well with each other." He said in a friendly voice. Embarrassed for some reason, I smiled softly at him. "I think so too, Abonim." "Dean." "Huh?" "Call me Dean." Dean is definitely his name. But is it okay for a commoner like me to call his name rudely? This is a class-based society, and he is a duke with the second highest authority after the emperor. “Because I don’t want to be called “Abonim” anymore.” " However, to the Duke, how ·····.” "That's not good either." Contrary to my hesitation, he was just adamant. While I was standing still without saying anything, the wind carrying the scent of flowers messed up my hair once more and ran away. I barely answered in a crawling voice without even thinking of cutting off the hair that was stuck to the tip of my lips. ".....Okay." Then his hand came to my lips. As if dealing with something precious, a very gentle hand gently brushed her hair. As she lifted her head slightly, she saw his face with an unprecedented soft smile. I'm sure he's trying to tease me if I'm eating my hair because there's nothing to eat. Yeah, I'm sure he will. "You've done a great job today." A friendly tone that is neither too excessive nor too light. My heart was beating faster than ever. The events of the day passed by like a flash. "Thank you for protecting me, ···· Dean." I replied humbly like a person biting cotton. "I like it." A low-pitched laughter erupted once. With the back of my hand holding down the hot cheeks, I quickly brushed away the hair tangled by the wind again. *** "Daisy is here!" "Aigoo, young miss." As soon as the attendants gathered in the hall to meet their master, someone ran like a small ball. It was Pieta, who stood guarding the front door on the first floor all day today. "Be careful, it's dangerous." But Pieta didn't care and slipped out of the servant's side. Through the window, she saw someone walking in the garden. Daisy and Dad who she had been waiting for so long. "Daisy! Dai······· Eup!" Small feet that were about to run out were hung in the air. Hardy suddenly appeared and lifted the child. "Eup! Eup!" In an instant, Pieta in Hardy's arms fluttered her limbs like a dragonfly. He had her face buried in his arms, so it was hard to tell. He wouldn't let me go despite the powerful flapping, and this time she twisted her body around. There was a crack in his arm that could not withstand the struggle of the child. Pieta, who had her head pulled out, exhaled and protested violently. "What is this, Hardy! Let go of me!" "Come on, miss. Wait a minute." "Why, why! Dai······ eum!" Hardy's hand interrupted another loud voice. He could only silently watch the pair of men and women in the distance, holding the writhing Bamsong. Then he caught sight of Duke Henston raising his hand and touching her hair. The tip of Hardy's lips rose smoothly upwards. He nodded his head with a confident look. "Hardy, I've already counted to twelve. Put me down before I count three more! I have to go get Daisy right away!" The only problem left was this little girl like a chestnut. But he is the most capable servant of Duke Henston. "Okay. Young miss, let's start the operation." "Operation?" Hearing Hardy's whisper, Pieta calmed down. The child stopped her writhing and asked, looking up at him with her twinkling eyes. "What kind of operation is this? Am I doing it too?!" "Of course. We are comrades." "Yes, comrade!" With a smile, he hugged Pieta and turned around. But behind him, it was soon full of people. Hearing the message, the employees gathered to meet Duke Henston. They looked at Hardy, who was standing still, holding Pieta in his arms in amazement. "You said the Duke has arrived? But why aren't you leaving?" "Ah, that's true. However..." Hardy scratched the tip of his nose and clouded the tip of his speech. But even before the excuse was ready, the chief of staff appeared and filled the ranks. "Come on, you're not going out, you're going behind the scenes!" The employees were busy in no time. If he left it as it is, they would probably go out of the mansion and say greet loudly. Hardy quickly lowered his head and whispered: "Young miss, this is our plan. Please stop those people." "Okay, got it!" As soon as Hardy put me out of his arms, Pieta responded with a strong voice and ran vigorously to the door. "Everyone, don't go out!" Then she stood in front of them with her short, chubby arms wide open. The valet's footsteps toward the door stopped. Although she is still a child, she is the daughter of the duke. She can't break her orders. The chief of staff spoke in a very polite tone. "Move out, miss, the duke has arrived, and we must go out and meet him." "Well, I can't!" Pieta shouted with all her might and glanced at Hardy. With a smile on his face, he gently touched her hair. It was a sign that she was doing very well. Spoiler: ch25 Episode 25. Maldives Guild and Alps Mercenaries Less than a day after that happened at the bar, a huge amount of information was gathered into the duke's residence. Bamsongi, who were always sticking with me like gum, fell in love with drawing today and skipped tea time. In the end, the duke and I sat down and had a meeting under the guise of tea time. "What? She used to work as a healer in a mercenary corps named Alps? The guild leader's mother?!" The Duke nodded and frowned incomprehensibly at my return. I was so surprised that I didn't even think of putting the empty teacup down. The name Santorini, Maldives Guild, now the Alps mercenaries! How desperately did my friend want to go on vacation? I was so moved by her great resolve. I wished in my heart for a moment that my friend could take a leave and go to any of those places. Dean took another sip of tea and continued. "Anyway, now the guild leader has lived alone with her child since her mother died." As soon as she heard those words, regret filled her heart again. However, complex concerns still remain. "Why are they living their lives hiding their existence from the Count? If she had told him, he might have been able to get help...." "Well, rather than hiding it, maybe they didn't know that they are a family? "No, the guild leader probably knows." "Why do you think so?" "Because that child... the male lead, who will become the guild leader in the future, introduces himself as 'Santorini Guild Leader' in the original book. He must have heard something from his mother." To say that the future male lead uses the same surname as the count means that he knows. So even if you don't know it now, you will know it someday. Dean asked, as if a little tired, pressing his temple slowly. “Then there is a high probability that she is pretending not to know because she has other intentions.” "What does that mean?" "Think about it. Count Santorini was awarded the title in recognition of his achievements. Usually, people from all over the country flock to him like clouds saying they are related to him." "Ah······." Like when someone you know won the lottery. Is it something like that? There is no difference between the original world and here. No wonder the inside of my mouth is bitter. I let out a deep sigh and set the cup down. "Basically, I don't trust people who have been involved in crimes. Especially if you belong to that kind of guild." Saying that, Dean reached out to the teapot. "Oh, I'll do it." Normally, there would be a maid serving tea, but since we have something to talk about, no one has come in on purpose. So, it was just the two of us in this room. I grabbed the pot one step ahead and stretched out my arm towards him. "No, not me." "What?" "I was going to pour for you." After that, I quickly looked down and saw that only my glass was empty. "Ah." I pulled my hand back a little awkwardly. Actually, it's not a big deal for someone to pour you tea. Of course, only in the previous life. In short, not here. Here, when pouring tea, correct manners and some rules need to be followed. After all, Dean is a duke. I've never seen him do this to anyone except Pieta. Perhaps I didn't know, but I've never even seen tea pour in my own glass. (I have no idea who is being referred here, you and I are being interchanged in different mtls so just make your own judgement) The Duke frowned slightly at me and asked. "Are you going to do it yourself?" "That's right." She ignored the heat on her face again and tilted the pot slightly. The fragrant orange-brewed tea poured into the glass with white steam. If possible, it would be better not to have hot tea, but to have cold tea with ice. I swallowed the tea quickly, enduring the burning of the floor. Abonim is... No, Dean didn't say anything more about what he was thinking. After the conversation was interrupted, a subtle worry crept into my mind again. Because of Count Santorini. “If you suddenly hear about an unknown family, you will be very surprised, right?” "I guess so." He nodded his head lightly. " But the good thing is, he like kids a lot. The first thing he did after receiving the title was sponsoring an orphanage." "Really?" My eyes sparkled. He's been wielding a sword on the battlefield all his life, but behind that, is a caring grandfather. If so, maybe... Wouldn't the cutest kid in this house help? It didn't seem like a bad plan, so I thought about it a bit more, but suddenly Dean opened her mouth. "I have a question for you." "······Yeah?" "What does alps mean?" Ah, Alps. Come to think of it, I stopped talking for a second. Seeing him even frown and ask, he seemed to be quite curious. I had a smile on my lips. "Alps is the name of a large mountain range that crosses the continent. The top is covered with snow all year round, so the scenery is very beautiful. That is why it is a very famous tourist destination in the world..." As she moved her arms wide and passionately explained, she suddenly met the duke’s eyes. Seeing him quietly watching my big gestures, I immediately froze with a blank expression on my face. “…well, that’s what I heard. I've never been there either." Well, I’ve seen it in pictures. In fact, as much as my friend wanted to go on a trip, I also wanted to go. Unfortunately, I have never been on a boat let alone an airplane in my previous life. If anyone works more than three part-time jobs a day like me, they will never dream of traveling. However, it was also unfair. If I knew this would happen, I would have spent all my money and went somewhere. When I was a little depressed thinking about the past, the duke said something in a low voice. “…it also exist here. Shall we go?" "Pardon?" “Such a destination exists here too. What do you think?” "What·····?" "I think we should go together. Let’s schedule it soon." Now to the Alps·····. Ah, it's not the Alps, but anyway, we’ll go to a similar place? Unbelievable, I blinked my eyes for a moment, and he added hastily. "I mean, together with Pieta." No, that's a given. It’s just······. I nodded my head with that in mind. And she considered his proposal. Trip. Traveling with him and Bamsongi. To a beautiful mountain range. Gradually, joy rose from the depths of my heart. The corners of my lips kept rising and my body became lighter. "Really, are you really taking me with you?!" I smiled wide enough that my lips were pulled. My heart raced like crazy at the thought of going on a trip for the first time in my life. I nodded my head at 90 degrees, barely suppressing my desire to cheer as I ran around. "Thank you very much!" Then, unable to overcome the excitement, I grabbed his hand, which was lying on the table, and shook it. "Can I go and talk to Pieta now?! She'll be really happy!" Then he looked me in the face and answered very slowly. "·····okay." As soon as the permission was given, I quickly got up and jumped out. Even Pieta's room felt so far away today. I kept laughing. *** "Haa." Dean let out a long sigh and rubbed his face with both hands. It had been a while since Daisy had left. I asked myself not to be conscious, but I was most conscious of myself when I said so. Why the hell does her lips keep coming into his eyes? He couldn't believe himself. When he comes to his senses, he’s already looking at her lips blankly. He couldn't have done this unless he was crazy. I've never had anything like this happen in my life. 'But I didn't know that a brightly smiling face could be so pretty. Just like a flower in full bloom in spring...' "······What?" Pretty? What did I just say, no, is it a thought? At that moment, Dean sprang up with a face as if he had been beaten in the back of his head. Just then, a knock was heard outside. "Duke." It was a familiar voice. He quickly returned to his seat, as if he had never been restless, and gracefully crossed his long legs. His expression had already changed to calm. "Come in." Then Hardy naturally went inside and said, "I'm here to clean the teacup." Instead of answering, Dean nodded his head lightly. It's not Hardy's job to organize teacups. He was like the duke's secretary in the first place, but there was no way he could do such a chore. But Dean didn't notice. The fact that Hardy's hands, which remove the glass, are unusually slow, and that he keeps glancing at his face with a smile on his face. After a long time, Dean opened his mouth towards his henchman, who was walking back and forth very slowly. "Hardy." "Yes." “Are my official duties too heavy these days?” "What?" "You seem to be distracted by other things, I thought it was because of overwork." Hardy thought carefully and shook his head slightly. “To be honest, these days, I tend to take out a lot of official duties. Haven’t you been busy with other things all this time?” "·····I see." Dean answered briefly. In fact, it was a question I asked knowingly. How do you not know that there is a mountain of work to be dealt with? I just wanted to give an excuse to work. After a moment's silence, he asked again. "Where is Pieta?" She said she was going to Pieta, so she should be with the child by now. “Ah, she is burning her artistic soul right now.” "What are you talking about?" "It will be the thirtieth day since Miss Daisy has come to this mansion. She wants to prepare a gift herself, and the lady is drawing by hand." Has it been a month already? No, more than that... “A gift?” "Yes, it's a gift." Hardy replied dauntlessly to Dean who seemed to asked in a daze. *** "I can't believe I got to see my old hairstyle here when I was a mercenary." Loud laughter echoed through the mansion. It was Count Santorini. "But it's amazingly well suited!" As soon as he saw Pieta, he laughed his head off with a really cute smile. Every time he smiled, his shaggy beard and strong shoulders swayed back and forth. Thanks to this, Bamsongi, who was so scared, held on tightly in my arms and did not even turn her head toward the count. "Daisyyy...." I smiled awkwardly at the Count, patting the back of the whining Pieta. Actually, it was a little weird. There are many cases in which a separate place is prepared for a formal dinner or business talk. However, it was seldom that other guests were simply invited to a family dinner. Except for relatives, close friends, or soon-to-be family relationships, this was very rare among the nobility. It is the nobles who work hard not to be blamed for each other at every moment, and fight for power under the water in various power struggles. How many guests can they comfortably invite to a family dinner? And how many nobles can respond to such an invitation? But fortunately, Count Santorini was not strict about that. He had just been given the title, and since he was originally a ferocious personality, he would have accepted this position without much doubt. In fact, this was an opportunity that I and Dean unanimously created. Rather than telling a shocking secret from the beginning, I wanted to focus on the story of the family while showing the natural appearance of Bamsongi and his father. "Thank you again for inviting me like this, Duke." "Don’t mention it, Count Santorini." "Seeing your daughter reminds me of the past. When a newcomer to the mercenary team came in, I basically shaved all my hair. The mercenary job was so hard that I couldn't even wash my hair properly for a few days, at worst, for over a month. It often happens.” "That's a real pain." When it comes to mercenaries, are you referring to the Alps mercenaries? I listened secretly to the conversation between the Count and Dean, hugging Bamsong with her head tucked into my arms. "But no one looks as good as the young lady.” Bamsongi, who understood the compliments towards herself, slowly turned her head. Then, when she made eye contact with the old man who was smiling at him, she sighed again and hugged me tightly. "Pieta, you have to be polite. Now, stop and sit straight in your chair." Dean scolded sternly, but the child stubbornly shook her head. She still didn't turn her head like before. "It's okay. She’s already brave enough not to burst into tears. Most of the children in the orphanage cry when I see them." Count Santorini chuckled, laughed out loud and stroked his beard. At that moment, Bamsongi's voice came out cautiously. "Is grandfather a sheep person...?" "Huh? Sheep?" "You have a sheep on your face..." What does she mean? That was when I put my ear close to Bamsong to listen a little more closely. The Count let out a big laugh. He seemed to have understood Pieta's words at once. "Haha, what an amazing young girl. That's right. But I'm not really a sheep..." He peeked out his white, voluminous beard to Bamsong. "I love sheep so much that I keep it on my chin and keep it secretly. Young lady is the first person to recognize this sheep at once." He was uncharacteristically friendly for a man who had a lot of distinguished military accomplishments in the battlefield. It was evident that he really liked children. It was a good thing. And on the other hand, I admired his quick-witted lies. "I was right. It’s a sheep...!" As we talked about sheep, the borders seemed to have loosened a bit, so Bamsong crept down from my lap. She must have been curious about the beard she saw for the first time. The child even approached the Count's side cautiously. "hoo." A happy smile spread across the old man's face in an instant. He was a white-haired old man who dominated the battlefield, but seeing in this way, he was just an ordinary grandfather who couldn't help but feel cute when he saw children who can be as old as his grandchildren. However, Pieta, who was staring at the count, suddenly picked up the broccoli on her plate. "Pieta." Detecting anxiety, Deon's voice became strict. However, the Count was curious about the child's next move, so he bowed his head to the fullest and smiled at Pieta. Dean's prediction was not wrong. Bamsongi shoved the broccoli through the Count’s rich beard. "Oh." "Pieta!" Embarrassed, Dean and I jumped up at the same time. "What rudeness is this to a guest? Apologize and take a seat." “But the sheep also need to eat……” Bamsong pinched her fingers with a wronged expression. It was Pieta who secretly looked into Dean's eyes and said everything she had to say. Seeing this, Count Santorini once again shook his body back and forth. "Hahaha! Oh my gosh, how cute!" The wind blew green broccoli on his lap. It was kind of like a sign that it was going to be an enjoyable meal. I had a good feeling that everything was going to work out.