Chapter 242 – 24. Kaleidoscope (2)
There seems to be a secret passage leading to an unknown space in the smoke room on the third floor of the mansion.
Annette, the maid of honor, had a keen eye. Fully understanding that the Baron needed some means to keep the LeBlanc family’s influence in check, she seemed loyal to him, always looking for something that would make him rich.
After a month of paying attention, what I found out is people who go in and out of the room without much notice. The room that you can see right away when you climb the central stairs looks like an ordinary resting room, but the frequency and time of users are excessive compared to the extremely narrow space.
I had to be careful not to make things that would get caught. Unlike the rooms on the second floor reserved for the Duchess, the third floor was entirely dedicated to the Ardennes family. That’s why Annette focused on observing and recording the surrounding situation rather than stepping in.
The most frequent visitor was the young lady, Lucienne Lemoant.
Next was Françoise, a maid with an outstanding body.
Also, up to Oriane Lemoant, which is closest to two in number.
The qualification to accompany the duke’s wife by her side was not acquired by chance. Annette was a woman who knew better than anyone about the physiology of the so-called nobles. Inevitably, reasonable doubts arose from the appearance of three people with outstanding off-whites, who were looking for a room that was elaborately decorated and insignificant.
The reason why I became convinced was the maid’s movement, which was not easy to follow. Although she is a well-behaved and well-behaved person, it was from the time I looked carefully at the fact that the elderly woman visited the wedding room from time to time.
When I went in, I was empty-handed, but when I came out, I had a basket full of laundry.
There is something. And in Annette’s experience, there was a high probability that that something was the space where the baron committed fornication. I don’t know if it was an affair due to lust or cowardice due to hierarchy, but it was certain that it would be a sufficiently useful weakness if we secured physical evidence.
So reported
It was a calculation that the hostess, who was related by blood, would have a wider range of maneuvers than herself, who was only a mere foreigner. It would turn into a big problem if you were to get caught wandering around the mansion without permission. I thought that receiving instructions was the priority for the future.
The wise Duchess agreed with Annette’s judgment. I nodded with a subtle expression, as if my heart was complicated because my brother was entangled. Du said he would take care of it and told him to step down, and he went to the room.
What the hell happened in it?
After a couple of hours, she came back. After ordering Annette, who was on duty, to wake up the maids who were soundly asleep, she locked herself in the bathroom for about ten minutes. By the time he came back, he had tears in his eyes and ordered him to prepare to leave quietly.
The gentle and calm owner was seldom agitated. I tried to ask her, wondering if she was saying something useless, but seeing her dark expression, I didn’t dare to dare. It was only possible to sympathize with the doctor who wanted to leave in the deep dawn.
Annette and the maids quietly loaded the packed luggage into the wagon. In the meantime, the Duchess, who had disappeared, suddenly appeared after all preparations had been completed. On the desk in my room, I lined up several crystal balls I don’t know where they came from and stared at them in silence.
Even though destroying it was the best option, taking it was the middle one, and letting it go was the bottom one.
She barely swallowed the tears welling up in her eyes, put the papers in her hand beside him, turned her back and left. When I got angry, I did it. I’ve never seen such a sad face, leading my people who are in trouble.
Again and again, I left the room with sad but clear steps.
While brooding over the truth that a socialite’s love affair is indeed a daily occurrence.
* * *
It was already dawn.
The baron, who had finished his affair with affectionate resentment, covered the three women who were soundly asleep on the bed with a blanket and woke up. She washed her body in the warm water in the bathroom, dried it roughly, and put on a suitably stocked pair of cotton pajamas.
“Are you gone already?”
Rom sighed and opened the harem door and stepped out into the hallway. She looked around the entrance to see if there were any marks of pooled water, and shook her head when she saw that the world was clean. It was crucial that he no longer felt Henrietta, whose fall was just around the corner, to him who could sense every sign of the mansion if he wanted to.
A warm woman like spring has left. It was the young lady, Lucienne, who had been tormented by me all night, who provided the trigger for her neither the beginning nor the end. But she never blamed her. In fact, the baron could always subjugate the duchess I had captured.
The reason for not doing so is personal desire.
I wanted to leave it up to her to choose to be mine in the end.
With a bitter smile on his face, Rom went up the passageway to the third floor. In a little while, it was time for the diligent maids to get down to business. If you want to follow the trail of an inexperienced spy, now is the right time.
After picking up two strands of purple hair, the baron headed for my bedroom. As the sun did not rise, he walked through the dark hallway with only his senses and entered his room. As he expected, he folded his arms after confirming that the crystal ball he had earlier installed there was gone.
“The contract is over…”
There was nothing more to see. There was no doubt that all the objects containing the Duchess’s secret deviations had been erased. Even in the dark shadows, he was able to look around and turned around. He stepped down the central stair step by step and found the guest room given to Henrietta.
As it turns out, Rom, who opened the door with self-deprecation, faced an unexpectedly unexpected landscape.
The interior, with all sorts of decorations and props, was rather unfamiliar. However, the baron had a different reason for his surprise, even wriggling his eyebrows. It was because the crystal ball, which would be a major weakness for the Duchess, was lying undisturbed on the desk in the corner of the room.
It wasn’t some kind of trap. It wasn’t even a fake change.
When I slowly approached it and reached out and touched it, the vivid record was still intact. Next to it, documents such as contracts and securities were stacked neatly and neatly. It meant that it was not something I forgot in the rush to open the car.
Then why?
Rom stroked his pockmarked chin and thought quietly. The remaining traces were too neat to see that he had lingering desires. So it would be more correct to say that he left because he was disappointed in me.
However, the conclusion was colorless, and Henrietta disappeared, leaving behind her own record. He left behind the documents that could be said to be Baron Ardennes’ only secret. As if he just wanted to be forgotten like smoke, all of a sudden, without a common hint.
It was an act that was completely unpredictable.
Rom, deducing her motives, immediately closed his eyes. And after a while she let out a deep sigh and nodded. It was because I remembered what the Duchess would have come to after stealing my relationship with the three women.
‘I hate you.’
At first, I hoped it was nothing more than an overnight mistake. But now she wanted the baron to approach me intentionally. So Henrietta could not forgive her baron.
‘Why did you give me hope that I could lean on someone?’
No wonder it mixes her body with Oriane, her wife. She knew from the beginning that her actions were clearly infidelity, and she had a premonition that someday the time would come when she would have to confess her truth to her brother and ask for her forgiveness.
But what about her niece Lucienne? As for Françoise, her maid?
Weren’t they even separated?
‘You healed my wounds. No matter what I look like, they say I’m pretty and cute and even accept it. So I wanted to do that too. I hoped that I would be equally meaningful to you.’
He is the man who taught the liberation of deviation.
‘But when I found out about your deviation, I felt betrayed. I was shocked to see how skillfully he handled his brother and nephew, and how he dominated them. The immorality of having a relationship with his mother and daughter is not the problem. I think that I am enough to be with you and not to be without you.’
He is the man who taught me the teachings of instinct.
‘There is no other family in my life as precious as those two, and it didn’t matter that you treated them like playthings. With so many women out there, I was afraid that an older married woman like me might just use it as a pastime.’
He is the man who taught me the secrets of corruption.
‘That’s why I hate you. I hate you so much But I don’t have the strength to complain, nor the courage to ask the truth to set things right. That’s why I’m leaving even though I know I’ll be bound by this relationship for the rest of my life.’
I hated him so much, but now he’s someone I can’t be without. Not simply because of sexual pleasure, but because he was the one who liberated Henrietta, who had always lived an oppressed life.
‘Of course, there’s no way you’ll know how I feel…’
In order to protect her one and only brother after losing her parents, the girl had to go to the battlefield of the cult.
I had to show a firm appearance and become strong from those who plot all kinds of schemes to covet my beauty.
The same is true after ascending to power. Sometimes, even though she was reluctant to do so, she had to keep taking it so that she would not fall again like before.
But in truth, what she really wanted was a man she could rely on like her father. He was a man who did not laugh at the desires he had squeezed into his heart, but responded positively.
Above all, he was someone who would never leave my side again.
“It is paradoxical.”
As ridiculous as it was, the Duchess’s choice after meeting such a man was to leave him.
I felt like I knew a little bit now. It was just an opportunity to find out about my pilgrimage to women. LeBlanc’s wife, Henrietta, was a coward who chose to do so in the first place, fearing that she would leave or push her away.
“… But Henrietta, my Madame LeBlanc? Because things in the world don’t work out that way.”
Nothing to blame. Because everyone wants to avoid the outcome they fear.
Sometimes, even at the risk of extreme choices.
“Sooner or later, you’ll find out that your Romuald is a pretty nasty and tenacious man.”
Rom nodded again. Although the beginning may have been inspired by her tomboy wife, Lucienne, I realize that my longing for the spring stone of the east is sincere.
I looked to the east, which would be the next stage.
