Chapter 46 – 4. Gynecology and Rare Earths (6)
The geezer banquet is over.
Rome, who wanted to have a tryst with Oriane as usual, had to postpone it due to an unexpected visit. He returned to his room and washed up, leaving behind the spot he had successfully dug, when someone knocked on the door from outside.
“Sir Dior, this is Françoise.”
“Come on in.”
Standing in the hallway was Françoise, Lucienne’s exclusive maid. Perhaps she was very conscious of what she had been pointed out for her disrespect the other day, she rigidly kept her manners and opened the door only after she gave her permission.
“Excuse me.”
A neatly dressed lady’s maid in a neat uniform stepped her foot toward her entrance and bowed her head. She swallowed the contempt she had in her heart, fearing that she would be found guilty like the last time, and she only showed her smiling face.
“What happened?”
“A guest came from outside.”
“Guest? You mean at this hour?”
“Yes, Sir Mathieu Peltier.”
The visitor was none other than the old knight of the frozen land. It was late at night, so I thought he would be sleeping in the village of the fort or the soldiers camp, but he unexpectedly visited me instead of going back to rest.
“Hmm…”
After thinking for a moment, Rom found the towel. The cold of his northern country sometimes froze wet hair even in the room no matter how hot it was. In addition, it was important to wipe off the water because it was very sensitive to the cold when it was not long after washing.
Because if I did something wrong, I could catch a cold.
“It must be hard to see inside, right?”
“Absolutely. The residential space is in the Geumnam area. Please don’t forget that your wife treats you specially.”
Rome, who implied the question, looked at Françoise’s reaction. The eyebrows raised and huffing was as expected. He opened the closet door while giggling and took out his warm, fluffy coat and opened his mouth.
“Let’s see it from the entrance.”
Rom, dressed as he was, eventually followed Françoise. It was a very strange thought to watch her slim, well-toned maid walk from behind her. Because the clear outline of the hips on top of the tight uniform was very erotic.
‘I’ll have to get the same clothes when I get a chance.’
After putting it on Oriane, it seemed like it would be especially fun to play maid with the wicked master. It has always been a pleasure to reverse a well-established relationship with power.
Unfortunately, it seemed impossible today.
“By the way, Mr. Francoise.”
“Please speak.”
“Who sent you?”
Rome, who was walking slowly, caught Françoise off guard. Since the time she was waiting for the tryst in the first place was the time, Marquis Marquis would have given instructions to all the employees to leave work without fail today.
Because it was already close to midnight.
Even so, Françoise, who did not leave the place of work, was suspicious enough, and even came to visit me. It was also a reasonable reason, such as a visitor from outside.
“Um, what do you mean…”
“Usually, when I visit someone at such a late hour, I will tell them about it. At least he would have given me a hint that it was urgent.”
Of course, the grounds for suspicion are very weak. Above all, Françoise put a name on it. The visitor who came secretly at night professed to be Nogisa Mathieu Peltier. And considering what had happened at the previous banquet, there was a fair chance that he had come to visit Rom quietly.
No, maybe it wasn’t just a possibility, it might have actually come.
And she may have called the maid on duty and told her about her her business her, and went back after hearing her say that she would have to come back later.
“I really came. I don’t know if he’s still there, but he definitely asked me to call him.”
“Nothing works better than a lie cleverly mixed with the truth.”
“Yeah?”
“It is probably true that Sir Peltier came. And you sent it back. So, if I ask him directly later, he must have said his name his proudly so that things would not escalate.”
Francoise hesitated. It seemed that he was not very good at this. After all, this wasn’t even the capital’s palace, and it was even more strange if a maid who grew up in an ordinary place didn’t even flinch when she got involved in some conspiracy.
“I don’t want to take unnecessary steps. It’s okay, so please guide me to the place your master ordered.”
Rome sighed in a firm tone. Then Françoise drooped her shoulders and turned without a word. There wasn’t much I could do about the knight who spoke as if he was seeing through everything. More than anything else, he told me to be honest if the person who did this was caught.
“This way.”
Climbing the stairs, Françoise pointed to a room and said, Without a doubt, it was Lucienne’s bedroom her. What else could there be behind the Winter Stone’s exclusive handmade? The most dangerous woman in the frozen land was right in front of her nose.
“My lady, I brought you a guest.”
Françoise, who pretended to be popular, pulled the doorknob. She could guess how close they were, judging from the fact that she went in and out of the bedroom of the strict lady of the Marquis without hesitation. Because even in her previous life her, there was a fact that she was entangled with Rom because of that.
“Romuald Dior?”
The bedroom where the mysterious woman is staying was unsuitably spooky. It was because of the occult books that I usually don’t get out of the way, and the candles that I lit to create the maximum darkness and gloomy objects.
“Come in.”
A woman sitting comfortably in her chair with her legs crossed, her hair embracing a deep, dark light under her soft lighting, wearing only one negligee.
Winter Stone, Lucienne Lemoang.
She spilled her ROM while she was laying out her tarot cards on her table. I looked kindly at my lady-in-waiting, who had soothed her startled heart her, and told her that she had worked hard. Then, she offered a chair in front of me to the knight who invited her again.
“Sit down.”
It was an atmosphere that was difficult to refuse. Even so, Rom closed the door on her and quietly chose her clerk her. It was not a trivial battle of nerves to take the lead in negotiations or dialogue. Rather, I knew the ways of the woman in front of me, and she knew how important it was not to get caught up in them.
“I don’t remember agreeing to your invitation.”
As if Lucienne knew she would, she laughed. Françoise was in the middle of considering it rude for a knight to dare to speak unflatteringly to her Marquis Lady her. However, the two were acting as if they had known each other for a long time, so the situation was not lax enough to care about that fact.
“Yeah, what…”
Wintersuk, who could not help but hide his regret his, put the card he was holding in his hand down on the table. The card with the demon of redemption on it was a mystic technique that allowed you to temporarily control an opponent who met certain conditions.
“Because I don’t remember bringing a guy like you into my house either.”
I was convinced by this. Romuald Dior was not accidentally invited to the frozen land. This article must have defied some fate, or a strong causal law, and was here right now. Otherwise, even a scholar who shares the same mystery could not easily penetrate his power.
“I called because I had a few questions. I don’t think there’s any need to be rude when both recognize each other as enemies.”
Could it be just one tarot card? Everyone who knows her existence calls her a witch and fears her, and the mystery of Lucienne is as powerful as it is secret. The tricks she possesses are truly vicious, tenacious, and immeasurable.
That’s why even now, many traps were piled up around Rom Dior to trap him. If the conditions were met, it was possible to make this cheeky man worse than a beast at any time and bring him down.
“As you know, I am a mystic. It’s a job that handles heavenly gates and leaks heavenly secrets.”
“Yes, sometimes you will join hands with the devil and do evil.”
“It’s good that you talk fast.”
After raising a card that Lucienne had laid out on her table earlier, she continued.
“To be honest, I hate you. It’s very unpleasant to see an unknown bastard intervene in my daily life. Not to mention, the universe, the sky, and the devil talk about your relationship or karma with you.”
Rom shrugged her shoulders, saying, “So what?” It was an act that I wanted to see openly. Deeply aware of what actions Lucienne felt offended, he observed the mood of Winter Stone, who was increasingly frowning on her.
“You know, my question is pretty simple. Although it may be difficult to understand with the four bones that are nothing more than decorations.”
“Wouldn’t it be just your arrogance to think that you’ll answer me as you ask?”
A woman who becomes calmer the more upset she is. She is probably a villain who is still thinking about how she can push herself into the abyss of hell.
“What secret are you hiding?”
She asked, suppressing the emotions she had shown until just before her death.
“To have everything in the world in my hands.”
“That’s fucking shit, he must be thinking of fucking my mother.”
“It is not wrong in many ways. Madame Lemoyn is to me the reason this world exists.”
A daughter who loved her mother in a different way from others, so there was something she could never tolerate. One of her is the things that make her sad, two of her are the things that overwhelm her, three of her are the things that adore her. And this article, unfortunately, was the man who was all of that.
“Have you ever been involved with me in any way?”
Lucienne showed Rome the card she had held up earlier. What is contained in the beautiful painting is a man and a woman who are aiming for the lives of their opponents. It was a love-hate relationship that would fit the word antagonism, and it was a couple.
“According to a reliable prophecy, we were married in a previous life.”
“You’d better not dwell too much on your past life.”
“I know you’re not going to listen to me anyway, if you’re a guy with an overboard liver. But in case you don’t know, I’ll tell you. If you leave the frozen land before the sun rises, your life will be saved. If you never come back, I’ll let you enjoy your heavenly life.”
But if you don’t, it will be painful. A life too terrible to be implied in that one word would be waiting. Realizing that there was no need for such an afterword, Lucienne let out her sigh.
“Ha, yes…”
She finally nodded as she dropped her crumpled crumpled, her thick tarot cards made out of her trash.
“It’s a consideration that will never happen again. Make your decision carefully. Saying that would only make your mouth hurt. Idiots who realize the seriousness of the situation only when death is upon them. I know roughly, so I’ll just ask right away.”
And she asked
“Do you want to be like Gerard Lemoyn?”
Do you want to know the secret history of the margrave’s death?
“I will wait until tomorrow, so think carefully and bring an answer.”
I would never want to do that.
