After meeting with the emperor, Ludwig headed to the room where the Marquis of Edinburgh was being treated.
He heard that the surgery had gone well and that he would recover within a few days. But when he got to the front of the room, Ludwig found the nurses running around in haste.
Through the crack in the door, he could see the back of the doctor examining the patient.
It didnât look good.
He called one of the servants and asked.
Ludwig: âWhat happened? Didnât the treatment go well?â
âT-thatâs what I heard. But the Marquisâs fever rose a while ago⊠I-Iâm not sure. All I know is the Marquis is in bad shape.â
Anyone could see that. Ludwig was about to answer back with irritation but held his tongue.
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Instead of getting mad at the servant, he returned to the drawing room in the same building. He wasnât stupid enough to interfere with a doctor who was busy caring for the patient to satisfy his curiosity.
His lieutenant asked.
âYour Grace, will you wait here until the Marquis comes to his senses?â
Ludwig: âWe donât know when heâll wake up. Iâm going to talk to the doctor, then go back.â
Fortunately (or unfortunately), he didnât have to wait long.
Bangâ!
Without a knock, the door swung open. How rude. Before Ludwig could comment, the servant spoke first.
âY-Your Grace!â
Ludwig: âWhat?â
âThe Marquis opened his eyes. By the way, heâs not in good condition⊠IâI think you should go see him anyway!â
If his condition was serious, they should have called another doctor. Why did they come here for Ludwig instead? Ludwig, puzzled, soon realized why.
The Marquis had called for him to leave his last will.
As soon as he realized that, he went out without a word.
The hallways were full of people running around. Some personnel even left the room altogether. It looked like they were trying to call someone else from the outside.
Marquis: âG-Grand DukeâŠâ
The smell of blood and a faint voice greeted him as he entered the hospital room.
Ludwig: âMarquis.â
Ludwig stood by the bed. He could feel the energy of death.
Throughout his life, he witnessed countless dying creatures.
Although his medical knowledge was non-existent, his foreboding that oneâs chance of survival was slim never failed.
Marquis: âI have something to tell youâŠâ
Ludwig: âWhat is it?â
He didnât even pretend to be sad. Looking at the unchanging expression on his face, Simon Edinburgh burst into laughter.
Marquis: âI pride myself on knowing anything about my daughter. I had complete control over her when I raised herâŠâ
If he was talking about his daughter, it was Keira and Zekeâs birth mother.
Ludwig could only think of one reason someone on the verge of death was talking about his daughter out of the blue.
Marquis: âSo I can assure you. My daughter couldnât have flirted with another man without me finding out⊠K-Keira⊠Sheâs your biological daughter. If you donât believe me⊠Someday, you will shed tears of blood.â
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At that moment, Ludwig felt strange. It felt like heâd heard the same thing in the past.
Ludwig: âAgain, say it again.â
Marquis âYou have to believe meâŠ. Otherwise, one day⊠you will surely, surely regret it.â
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyelids fluttered closed. And that was it.
âHeâs dead.â
Although they were connected because he married her daughter, they didnât have a close relationship.
Maybe thatâs why Ludwig felt sorry rather than sad.
He prayed to the goddess for the dead for a while, then gestured to the doctor.
âYour Grace?â
Ludwig: âCheck him.â
âYes?â
He let out a quick breath and gulped. Leaving the confused doctor behind, he turned and stood up.
âShed tears of bloodâŠâ
Had he ever said the same thing before?
Of course, there were countless times when he claimed the innocence of his own daughter and Keira. However, it was the first time the Marquis had spoken so strongly, even mentioning tears of blood.
But why did he have a sense of deja vu? Itâs too uncomfortable to just dismiss it as a feeling.
Just when he was anxiously pondering about itâŠ
Burstâ!
âGrandfather!â
The door to the hospital room burst open, and a familiar person ran inâit was Keira.
She briefly glanced at the atmosphere in the room and turned pale as if she had guessed the situation.
Ludwig grabbed Keiraâs shoulder as she approached the bed, and she turned to him.
Keira: âYour Grace?â
Ludwig: âDonât look. It is already too late.â
ââŠ!â
Keira quickly understood the meaning of his words. Her body staggered for a moment, probably in shock.
Keira muttered, rubbing her forehead as if her head hurt.
Keira: âMy god, even while the Count k*lled himselfâŠâ
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Ludwig: âThe Count committed s*icide?â
Ludwigâs voice rose at the words that couldnât be ignored.
Ludwig: âAre you talking about Count Weinberg?â
Keira: âYes, I just found him. He bit his tongue in the cell.â
Ludwig: âHaaâŠâ
Two people who bared their teeth when they ran into each other as mortal enemies died on the same day. It wasnât ironic at all.
Ludwig: âI didnât expect him to rush in with the idea of dying togetherâŠâ
Keira: âBut thereâs something a little strange about it.â
Ludwig: âWhat do you mean?â
Keira: âLetâs talk about it somewhere else.â
Keira said so and shook his hand off her shoulder.
As she approached the bed, the nurse who noticed her presence looked back at her.
âY-Your Ladyship.â
ââŠâ
She looked worried she might be punished for failing to prevent his death.
Instead of scolding her, Keira quietly said.
Keira: âTake care of the body and send him back to the marquisate.â
âYes? Y-yes, I will.â
She stared at his pale face and tightly closed eyes. Soon, a white cloth covered his pale face.
She prayed for the dead in her head. It was the bare minimum.
The funeral was held immediately. The Marquis of Edinburghâs final resting place was at the cemetery where the remains of the nobles were buried.
Because it was her grandfatherâs funeral, Keira had no choice but to attend.
Ding, ding, dingâ.
The bell rang to pray for the dead, and the coffin slowly descended.
Soon, people sprinkled flowers and soil over it. It was a ceremony to see the dead off for the last time.
Throughout the funeral, the atmosphere was rigid, not solemn, probably because the cause of death was not through battle or natural death.
Zeke muttered.
Zeke: âThe atmosphere in the capital is terrible these days.â
Keira: âBecause two high-ranking nobles have died.â
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One was murdered, and the other committed s*icide. The former was even stabbed in front of many people, so they couldnât help but be shocked.
Zeke was also trying to act resolutely, but if one looked closely at his expression, they could quickly notice it was acting.
His grandfather was stabbed to death, but it was rather strange that he didnât care.
After looking around for a moment, he continued.
Zeke: âBy the way, it seems that no one from the Weinberg family came to pay their condolences?â
Keira: âHow can they show their face? A person called the deputy head of their family had sent a letter.â
Zeke: âDid you read it?â
Keira: âNo.â
A relative with a name Keira had never heard of was acting as the head of the household.
There was another reason why Cosette did not play that roleâ she was detained in her home for the crime of meeting a criminal without permission.
She made all sorts of excusesâshe didnât know it was impossible without permission to meet her uncle and that the guards didnât stop her. It didnât work.
Of course, since she was a very close relative to Count Weinberg, she would not have been able to avoid being questioned even if it had not happened.
Zeke: âNoonim, itâs your turn.â
Keira: âOkay.â
Keira tossed the lily, then scooped up the soil with the shovel and sprinkled it over the coffin.
Zeke was next. After he did the same, he returned to Keiraâs side.
Zeke: âNoonim, I may be overthinking, but.â
Keira: âWhat is it?â
Zeke: âThe fact that the woman had visited the Count before he committed s*icide. Shouldnât they look at it as murder rather than s*idice?â
Keira: âIt wasnât that such an idea didnât didnât pass the investigatorsâ minds, but they ignored it. All I could do was bite my tongue. He didnât have any signs of poisoning.â
Zeke: âHmm⊠Maybe she verbally persuaded him to commit s*icide?â
It seemed the younger sibling had similar thoughts to his older sister.
Zeke: âItâs common sense that itâs impossible to visit a criminal without permission, right? Thereâs no way she didnât know that.â
Keira: âI think so, too.â
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Zeke: âThere must have been a reason to kill him, even if it would raise suspicion.â
Why would she kill an ally? There were a few possibilites.
Zeke: âShe needed to shut his mouth.â
After looking around again, Zeke lowered his voice and said.
Zeke: âThatâs what Noonim told me last time. About demons.â
Keira: âYou thought she killed him for fear of revealing anything related to demons?â