Chapter 82 – 8. Sabbath (2)
It was around the time everyone was eating when Baron Romuald, a new vassal of the Northern Margrave, visited the lady Lucienne. Since the sun had set, the candlesticks in the corridor of the fortress were lit one by one. In the room with the chandelier, a magic light bulb was lit to illuminate the room.
“Didn’t you eat dinner?”
Rom, dressed in a suit like a dignified and solemn gentleman, set the silver tray he had brought from the kitchen onto the table. It was a great meal with appetizers, noodles, meat dishes, and even drinks for dessert. Enough to say that anyone can say it’s delicious.
“What do you mean?”
Lucienne, who was touching the craft in front of the vanity mirror, looked at him with a puzzled expression. It was because Rome, who had visited without warning, pulled the chair back like a lover and offered a seat. Just like the stylish aristocratic men of central society usually do.
“Yes? Didn’t you hear from Francoise?”
“… A tryst for an hour a day?”
“What, that’s what I heard.”
It was the bedroom of the young lady, who no longer had to hide the fact that she was a mystic. The room full of exotic objects created a pretty cool atmosphere for the couple to have dinner. It was a completely different feeling from when I was having an intense affair.
“You said you would accept.”
Apparently it was.
“Embarrassingly, why are you pretending not to know? That’s how I got it from Françoise.”
“It’s even more embarrassing to see the guy who was so excited about picking me up until yesterday is changing his attitude.”
Rom laughed lightly. He asked me to sit down again. When Lucienne, still reluctant to do so, hesitated, she took a seat first. She set the tableware down neatly and pulled an old watch out of her pocket and started it.
“Okay, sit down and I’ll start counting.”
The young lady with a slight frown on her forehead reluctantly sat across from Rome. The flowing blonde hair and bright red eyes of her were very impressive. Even the hostility felt through the raised eyebrows of her even though he was trying to hide it in his own way.
“Exactly one hour.”
“Which one should I pretend to be safe?”
“Ha, clever.”
Lucienne grumbled. For the past week she had been more than willing to punish her for being arrogant, given the way he had shown her. But unexpectedly, he became a generous knight again like the first time I saw him at the dinner table, and he acted as if he missed my complaint.
“It’s nice to be like you.”
“It’s so crazy! The last time it was a broken rocket, but this time it’s just such a flirtatious thing to say that you’re taking out an old watch. What on earth do you really want?”
Rome just held out his hand in silence. He took a bottle of wine from the table far from me and poured it into a clear, crystal-clear glass. She looked as if she was just trying to get her share of the drink herself, but it wasn’t.
“Do you like southern wine?”
Raising his glass lightly, he held it out to Lucienne.
“They say it’s a golden year, and it’s a vintage before we were even born, but the Lucerne store just happened to have several bottles. I remembered something I really liked in the past, so I brought it.”
The label attached to the bottle was luxurious even at a glance. The fragrance that spread like mint was so strong that it was hard to believe that it was old wine. After receiving her glass her, she gently shook it from side to side and prepared to savor it.
“Wow, when did you say you saw it before?”
“It’s because the expression is strange, but it used to be true.”
“And why only drink me?”
“I can’t drink.”
“Didn’t you put some kind of medicine in here?”
Rom shook his head. There was no reason to joke around like that. If he did, he wouldn’t even have to arrange a place like this. Even so, it was hard to believe that the so-called invincible knight was a man struggling with only one drink.
“Heh, he just said a lot of incomprehensible things.”
Lucienne enjoyed the sweet wine. The wine of the year when the grapes in southern Gaul were the most young was truly enchanting. As if he had firmly denied it, it seemed that he hadn’t put any drugs in it with the intention of doing anything to me.
“… It’s fine.”
Thanks to that, her vigilance she eased a little, and she started touching her food one by one. And Rom was genuinely delighted with the sight, and she ate together. She was like a violent and savage male, and she was completely different from the one who violated the young lady.
“You are too big. If it’s this precious liquor, it won’t cost a penny or two in gold.”
“Maybe I wanted to look good at the store, so I got it as a gift.”
“It must have been ripped off. Speaking of Marcel Poincaré, he is a well-known moth, but he has good skills.”
There was still no sense of sarcasm. But considering her attitude so far, she seemed surprisingly friendly. Rom cut a piece of her meat and put it in her mouth her. While she enjoyed the intense taste of the spice, she gazed intently at her lovely young lady along the way.
“What, what is it? Disgusting!”
“I’m glad I can enjoy it even now.”
“What is it?”
“It is not an old watch. It is as precious to me as the rocket you said.”
Lucienne reacted cynically. It was because her unfamiliar atmosphere made me feel so awkward. Because everyone shuddered at unfamiliar treatment. But that didn’t mean she was allowed to say anything, as she soon spat out.
“Why, a keepsake from your mother, who is a Cortizan?”
“It’s the only gift I’ve ever received.”
“To whom?”
“To you.”
“… ?”
“I understand why you make that face. It sounds esoteric to even the best occultist.”
After a while, Rome put down her cutlery and ran her thumb over her mouth her. Her dining etiquette her, which had been perfect until now, was a bit disappointing. As a knight, she had a lot of work to do, so she seemed to have a habit of sticking out. Any true aristocrat would n’t have behaved so frivolously even if something was smeared around her mouth her.
Just taking something to clean.
“It’s not dignified to be a baron at a time!”
Suddenly, Lucienne rose from her chair, opened a nearby drawer, and tossed out her fringed handkerchief. Rather than trying to take care of her, she just wanted to fit something of hers into her face her under the guise of a favor.
“Ah, thank you.”
Like a knight who used to knock down arrows flying from the battlefield, Rom managed to catch them with one hand, so in the end it ended up looking like that.
“I’m unlucky.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to your expectations.”
The young lady returned to her seat and poured a new bottle of wine. Apparently, the meal was content with a few pieces of meat and a piece of bread. It wasn’t that I wasn’t hungry, but the original taste of alcohol reached its peak only when it was on an empty stomach.
“So, are you going to keep changing your words and pretending?”
“What?”
“You haven’t answered yet. What is the reason for this?”
Rom, who rubbed the area around his mouth with a handkerchief, suddenly tilted his head. Then, perhaps feeling that something was wrong, I looked at it blankly and sighed. I folded it with only her thumb and forefinger, put it in her pocket, and answered the young lady who asked me.
“We were a couple in a previous life.”
“Know.”
“But the two of us have never had a meal together before.”
Hesitantly, she heard Lucienne, who had been harsh all along, and shut her mouth. The reason why the two people in her previous life had never even had a meal together was, of course, because of her wife her, who treated her son-in-law and her husband her like a thorn in the eye.
“I didn’t even have the time to do that later, but yeah. Suddenly thinking back to that time, it was very sad. So she thought of it and prepared it.”
“Under! Is that all?”
“It’s too much, I’ve been wanting it for a long time.”
After putting on a sad expression, Rom smiled lightly. After that, she thought it was time to finish her meal, so she pushed back her chair and got up. She took two small marbles from the bosom of her suit jacket and held them in her hands.
“It doesn’t matter whether you want it or not. I mean, why did you deliberately let go of all the fish you caught? You didn’t really think you could get the upper hand against me twice, did you?”
“Certainly, if it were our Lemoang’s Lucienne, it would have been possible to hypnotize her even while eating like this.”
“It is as you say. You were arrogant And soon you will pay for it. I will do my best without being caught off guard this time.”
Lucienne grew. She was truly out of touch. It was because until just yesterday, it was hard to believe that she was a fawning female. Certainly, she is the kind of person one should not have as an enemy.
“If something happens to you, it will most likely be something I made up.”
It’s sharp enough to aim for that gap even if you’re a little careless.
“Humans are beasts in a way. Exactly, the body is not like that. Spirit is usually a virtuous law. As much as it could have sublimated to a higher dimension if it hadn’t been for this body.”
“What kind of bullshit are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“It means getting your body in your hands is easy. But that’s not the case with captivating the mind. And being honest about it, too.”
Rom added, setting down two courtesy marbles on the table.
“Remember. The tryst is one hour a day. The bets and rules are absolute. In that sense, what you did today will also come at a price. Who that will be remains to be seen.”
“… What?”
“You poisoned the handkerchief. I have hidden the Vedic sleeping pills that I airlifted in before under my sleeves.”
Lucienne, stabbed to the point, bit her lip and looked away from her.
“It doesn’t work for me.”
Then, as if he had caught on to her heart, he shamelessly glared at her head on and muttered.
“How, even Gerardo went to one room… !”
“That’s right. You are really still.”
“Romuald… !”
“Look, I asked why you deliberately let go of all the fish you caught? As you can see, I didn’t catch them all. I don’t just want your body, I want your heart too. I saw with my own two eyes what kind of fate and what kind of end the mystic’s wife, who did not know how to be honest, met.”
Yes. It wasn’t just a wife that Rom longed for. He was a man who longed for everything in the world. He was covered in love and hate, but even the wife who got me here in the end.
“Can you figure out what this bead is for?”
So I wanted to get my hands on it.
“One belongs to Oriane.”
Her body and mind her.
“The other belongs to Françoise.”
If you ask me why I let go, I would say yes.
“What are you carrying?”
“Check it out for yourself. I could have chosen one or the other instead.”
Bet bet bet
“And know.”
Rules are rules.
“All that remains is for me to capture you.”
My heart says from now on.
