Chapter 111
Standing in front of him like a solid mountain, Lapel showed no signs of stepping out of the way. He was very alert, afraid of any ill effects on Annette. Lapel lowered his head and made a serious face like never before. An earnest appeal to Hamilton.
“I am always grateful for inspiration. He pretends not to, but behind the scenes I know he did a lot for me. If it wasn't for the inspiration in the first place, how could an illegitimate child like me become a decent nobleman What made me who I am today is nothing short of inspiration.”
Toroe Hamilton's expression became strange. He had been resentful about getting out of the way until just now, but he kept his mouth shut. It looked like he would see what Lafel was going to say. At this, Lafel, who stiffened his face as if embarrassed, murmured while avoiding his gaze.
“If someone asked me about my father's existence, the first face I would think of would be inspiration. This is certain.”
“… Yeki! Don't say something gross about being a father to a bachelor who hasn't even married!!”
Hamilton, struggling to clear his locked throat, pretended to be angry. However, unlike usual, the scream was a bit trembling, so it was clear to anyone that he was moved. Lapel, who did not miss this gap, forced Hamilton to make a choice in a serious tone.
“So choose your inspiration now. Your Majesty, is it me?”
Clearly, Hamilton was noticing something. He had served as the king's henchman for quite some time, and was wise enough to read the king's thoughts to some extent. Nevertheless, the reason Hamilton hadn't opened his mouth yet was because he was cautious.
He was very conflicted now. Should he be silent on the side of the king who was once his master his, or should he offer a few words of 'advice' for Rapel, who thinks like his adoptive son his. Either way, it wasn't 't 't an easy decision. In Hamilton's inner conflict, Rappel has just raised the odds.
“Please……Help me protect the woman I love. Inspiration.”
Lafel, with a stressed expression on his face, his lowered his head and rested his forehead on Hamilton's shoulder.It's like a grown-up son fooling around with a father who's smaller than himself.
It wasn't a particularly calculated move, but rather it inclined Hamilton's mind. Hamilton gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. He couldn't see this poor young man who had never been happy fall down again. Had failed in pursuing love, he would not have been as much as Lapel.
“…Did I tell you to choose between you and His Majesty His?”
Hamilton closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Then Lapel, his ears flashed, raised his head and looked at Hamilton. Hamilton turned away from such a lapel and asked the opposite question.
“Then I am asking. If you had to choose between your wife and Your Majesty, who would you choose?”
“What?”
“You heard that. The title you received now, and various goods including mines. All these things were bestowed by His Majesty. If you choose a wife, you could lose all of this. Although the future is promising, you are not yet a sword master. It's just a rather good swordsman.”
Every word was correct, so Rafel couldn't answer. He hadn't become a sword master yet, and because of this, he had to grit his teeth and climb up from the bottom. There was no one to protect the illegitimate child born At least, the only reason Rafel was able to survive so far was thanks to the title and wealth he received from the king.
But could you lose all of this? Lafel felt his breath his choke just by thinking about it. He felt as if he was driven naked into a battlefield where arrows rained down on him.
“On the contrary, what if you choose His Majesty? She doesn't know what will become of her this time. I don't know if you know about her, but His Majesty's hands her are rather ruthless towards his political opponents her.” So, who would you choose in this situation?”
Hamilton leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.When he regained his composition, his face his take on a relaxed smile.Hamilton declared, looking up at Lapel, who was now one head taller than he was.
“My answer will depend on your choice. Now, make your choice.”
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After meeting her father her, Annette could not remember in what spirit he returned home. She staggered into her own bedroom just like a dazed woman. In front of her eyes she was a familiar bed. The bed that Annette in her previous life had been lying on for years. This place was also her sick bed her, where she herself lost her health and hope at the same time.
'I can't believe that I was in poor health in my previous life…… Could it be because of the poison?'
There was still a place where I was suspicious. Annette's personal doctor was still Eucalyptus Kayoon, both in her previous life and in her current life. What if she was the one planted by the king?
Annette bit his lip. The Yukali Kayoon she knew was a very clumsy but sincere person. People tended to regard those types of people as trustworthy. Annette also trusted Eucalyptus and tried to be better for her.
Eucalyptus has been taking care of herself all along without showing any discomfort in her previous life of hers. She said that it was a medicine that made her body healthy, and she had been steadily giving her a somewhat unique taste of medicine. Annette had drunk the drug she offered her several times without questioning her.
Where did it go wrong?Annette,sitting on her bed her,buried his faceher,her in her,her hands,her,she tried hard to calm her anxious mind,her her .
'It's okay. She stopped by a specialist on her way to get a blood test, the results should be out soon.'
Unfortunately, the venom test didn't give immediate results. She drew a beaker of blood and gave it to a specialist. He would mix them with drugs one by one to check the reaction, and then tell him whether Annette was poisoned or not. Until then, Annette had no choice but to wait anxiously.
Annette, who had lost her appetite, skipped dinner as well. She was lying on the bed, covered with a blanket, trembling with anxiety. Suddenly, she sensed how ruthless and a huge enemy she was facing. And attack himself. She could not bear it because she was afraid of her own future her, which would lead her to a head.
Of course she said yes but he had no heart to run away But her fear was also true So she curled up to make her body her smaller As if she were a squirrel avoiding predators.
Smart-
At one point, a knock was heard outside her bedroom She didn't feel like talking to anyone right now But Annette's deep-seated aristocratic courtesy her, her duty her her moved her lips of her.
“…Who are you?”
“It's me. You didn't eat dinner.”
Rafel naturally opened the door at some point and came in and replied. She hadn't said anything about coming in yet. After all, what's the point of knocking before opening the door now? Annette by slamming the door open and slamming it on occasion.
Tall, he strode to the side of the bed in just a few steps.Lafel's expression hardened when he saw Annette lying helplessly curled up.With a serious face, he bent down and touched Annette's forehead her.
“Are you sick?”
The moment I heard his somewhat softened her voice her her strange tears welled up Annette sniffed and grabbed his hand her her unlike her always calm girl her then Lapel's sharp eyes widened in resentment.
“What's the matter? Is it because it hurts? Wait, I'll go and get the councilman now…….”
“Don't go, Lapel. It's okay, so just stay here.”
He didn't even know that the congressman was the one who tried to poison himself. He couldn't tell the truth yet, but Lafel's voice that worried about him resonated in his heart his today. Annette rubbed her cheek against the palm of his hand her, tears dripping from her eyes her.
If I die, what should I do with this poor man? He is a man who only counts on his ego and has no tips whatever. That's why I'm a stupid guy who doesn't know that I'm lonely or sick. How could I leave this man alone in a dangerous situation?
“Are you okay? You seem very sick.”
Lapel, not knowing why Annette was crying, struggled with embarrassment. His hair was unusually white, and his hands were stiff, so he didn't know what to do. With an awkward motion, he half-stretched on the bed and hugged Annette's body with her. Then, while placing Annette on her chest, I patted her on the back of her. At the same time, he secretly checked Annette's temperature her.
Fortunately, there seemed to be no fever.Rafel let out a sigh of relief.But that did n't mean that even Annette's tears had disappeared.Rafel looked down at his wet chesther her and asked nervously.
“Why are you crying? What's up?”
But Annette kept his mouth shut and only let his tears flow. Allamand's words that he would never choose you seemed to echo in my ears. The echo grew stronger and bigger and bigger until it swallowed Annette hopelessly. Burst into death.
“Tell me, Annette. Please.”
This must have meant that his heart was rotating away. Lapel swallowed a sigh and hugged Annette tighter in his arms her. It seemed that she had no desire to speak. She would have been unable to overcome her temper, and she would have given up on Annette, but now she could not.
Every time Annette's delicate body her trembled a little from crying, her heart her thumped. The lukewarm warmth of those tears seeing into the hem of her own clothes her was hotter and more painful than burns. While she wanted to find the source of these tears and tear them to death, she wanted to knee down at Annette's feet and beg her not to cry. What else can I express this damn feeling other than love.
“Under.”
Rafel closed his eyes without saying a word. She said that her love and hate her could not be hidden, and she felt that her love her, which had grown too large before she knew it, was pressing on her lungs with every breath. She experienced for the first time in her life was such a terrible and overwhelming sensation. Rafel, who had never kneeled before any hardships, had no choice but to admit his weakness.
“Please, stop crying. Then you will open again.”
As I gently rocked her from side to side, I felt Annette's crying her slowly stop. Without her noticing her, Lafel kissed her softly on her sunny blonde hair her. The scent wafting from the ends of her soft hair tickled my heart, and it seemed that her confession her would come out like a sneeze.
She managed to hold her breath, and Lapel, who had organized her thoughts of her, opened her mouth slowly.She seemed to know now what to say if Annette would stop crying and look at her.
“Annette. You asked me before… Tell me how much I love you.”
…… What the hell is he trying to say? Annette stopped sniffing at the unusual atmosphere.
