âWhy did you, the information merchant, bring the master?â
âShe came to me alone in the middle of the night, how can I just let her go?â
âShe came to you?â
âYes.â
Oscar glanced at Damian. He tried to predict how much he knew about Rachel.
However, Dustin was the one who survived by sense. Quickly recognizing the signals of the two, he put his hand on his chest as if surprised and asked.
âBy the way, arenât you two subordinates of the Miss? Why did you attack the Miss?â
Oscar was taken aback by his question. It was a situation that could be misunderstood by someone who did not know the circumstances.
In addition, Oscar had been quite concerned with the way humans see him lately. He drew a line saying that he was different from humans, but after hearing Rachelâs words, he tried to think differently about humans.
Oscar, who had tried to change his mind somehow at the masterâs words, burst out in surprise.
âWhat kind of attack is this?! We protected her!â
While it was an ambiguous word, Dustin was able to infer the situation from the words. He could understand why Cassandra, whose magic power was superior to his, still suffered.
âAh, thatâs right. Miss was startled, and she fellâŚâ
âNo way!â
âOscar, stop.â
Damian, who was still watching with his wings out on the carriage, intervened and asked Dustin.
âWhat did the Master ask?â
When Damian asked why she went to the information merchant, Dustin gave a concise answer.
âShe asked about Count Erlando once, and she made a request saying that there was someone she wanted to find.â
âWho is that?â
âDerek de Erland. He is Missâ uncle. Do you two know?â
Dustin shamelessly sold himself. Noticing the slightest bit of doubt in Damianâs eyes, he lowered his head with a big smile.
âWe will just go back. Letâs listen to the details from the Miss.â
Not only that they knew about Cassandra, but they even controlled Cassandra so she couldnât take over that body. Because of that, when her body was taken, they would know that Rachel couldnât remember, and that was why he must have asked.
Then, no matter what the excuses were, they had no way of finding out, except Cassandra confessed.
Shocked for a moment, Dustin quickly judged the situation and relaxed. Even if he left, Oscar and Damian couldnât hold him. Conversely, it might end up like Rachel telling something strange.
Oscar asked Damian as he watched the carriage disappear quickly.
âDid he notice?â
âI donât think so.â
âIs that right? Is it common for this to happen?â
Oscar, who was worried as he held Rachel in her arms, burst out when he saw the colorful trail.
âThis womanâŚ! Did you eat something strange? Master, why is your body like this?â
Hearing his words, Damian hurriedly examined Rachelâs body. Seeing the naked nape of her neck, he silently took out his handkerchief and covered it.
âHey, why are you covering it? Shouldnât you show it to the doctor?â
âYou can tell Miss Amber. Stop talking, if you shout like that above her head, it hurts.â
ââŚTsk.â
He wasnât wrong, so Oscar quietly shut his mouth. The two talked on the street for a while over Rachel and returned to the mansion.
It was because of the man in the mansion.
âAh, have you seen Missâ brotherâs eyes? Heâs crazy.â
ââŚ.â
Damian wanted to do whatever his master wanted, but he doubted whether he could hand over his master in this state.
And Oscar wasnât wrong.
Demian, the hawk, did not sleep even in the middle of the night. He used to have a sleep time, and the rest of the time, he would climb up on his roof and watch over the mansion.
First of all, the fact that a woman named Cassandra existed in his master, Rachelâs body, was enough reason to keep an eye on her. Perhaps benefitting the efforts, Damian saw someone who came out with odd steps. He didnât pay much attention at first, but soon he felt uncomfortable with the change of appearance.
Nonetheless, he couldnât pursue it based on the circumstances alone, so he only thought of going to the masterâs bedroom to check.
Damian was relieved when he saw Rachel lying on the bed on the balcony outside the bedroom and then sneaked into the room with a strange feeling. However, when he looked at Rachel, who was enveloped with red magic, his eyes trembled.
Noticing that something was wrong, he hurried to get Oscar.
Oscar woke up and grunted, but when Damian said that the master was strange, he jumped up and ran. As he took out the red orb and slipped it into Rachelâs phantom body, the image of Rachel created by the magic was easily scattered.
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Damian belatedly realized that the strange person earlier was Cassandra, but she had already disappeared to a place he couldnât find, and only confirmed that she hadnât gone very far due to the magic resonance of each beast.
Just when he didnât know what to do with this, Lucian returned to the mansion. He very easily noticed that Rachelâs presence had disappeared, and it became the current situation.
âWhat should I do, seaweed punk? He wonât harm master, will he?â
Damian, caught in his thoughts for a moment, raised his eyes at Oscarâs words.
âThereâs really no other way, is it? If the Master had been awake, she would, of course, have stopped the Duke.â
Oscar pursed his lips at Damianâs words.
âMaster only likes him so much.â
ââŚ.â
Oscarâs words werenât wrong, so Damian shut his mouth in silent affirmation.
âI will take Master. You go back to your room.â
ââŚDo you think the Master wants to see him?â
Oscar knew why Damian wanted to go alone. He didnât want to hand her over though he obediently gave Rachel into Damianâs arms. But before he could pass, his fingertips stiffened for a moment. It was because he just sighed as he realized the truth about his feelings that he quite didnât want to let her go.
âŚHe hoped that someday the opportunity would come.
He looked up at the flying Damian, hoping that only he would be able to dominate the Master.
Meanwhile, Damian hurriedly flew to the Masterâs bedroom. Landing on the balcony with familiarity, the glass door opened before he could even open it. A shiver ran down his spine as the hideous golden eyes scanned him.
Damian gulped as he watched the black magic swirling inside Lucianâs body.
âGive me that.â
Of course, Damian couldnât say anything to Lucian, who talked as if he had stolen something of his. He was amazed that even human eyes could emit such a light. Damian quietly left, hoping that the Masterâs bright and beautiful white magic would not be stained by that personâs black magic.
It was because he had nothing to say to Lucian unless his master herself told that person about Cassandra.
As Lucian headed for the bed, holding Rachel dearly in his arms, his violently beating heart finally calmed down.
He thought that he had everything of her only today, but just thinking about her suddenly disappeared made him break into a cold sweat, and he couldnât control his ferocious mind. He wanted to pursue and scold Rachel for daring to leave him, but seeing her soundly asleep, he couldnât.
âHaaâŚâ
Why did she leave the mansion?
If she had gone out, someone should have noticed, but no one did. Besides, she didnât take her subordinates either. He couldnât breathe at the thought of her leaving the mansion alone, with no weapons and unprepared.
âŚWhat if he lost her?
What if she couldnât return to the mansion?
Even though he tried to leave the mansion and find her, her minions fortunately brought her back. Thinking that they were more useful than she thought, Lucian loosened the jewelry, which she usually didnât use much, and took off her shoes.
âUngâŚâ
Rachel, who looked ill, frowned.
Lucian looked at her miserable feet and bit his lip. His expression darkened deeply when he saw the red instep and heels, where the flesh was completely exposed.
âWhy?â
After caressing the painful-looking feet, he got up and walked quietly toward the door. Opening the door, he ordered Amber, who was waiting restlessly in the hallway.
âBring warm water, bandages and ointment.â
ââŚDid you find the Miss?â
Amber, of course, didnât know, as she had entered through the balcony, but she could have predicted it with the items he was asking for.
âYes.â
Lucian answered briefly and closed the door again. He couldnât leave her alone even for a moment.
Since she had disappeared while he was away from the mansion for a while, he hurriedly returned to the bed, sat down on the bed, and straightened her disheveled hair.
He was really happy during the day, but at night, all that happiness faded as if it were fake.
He thought for a moment and ran through her emerald hair.
While he wondered why she left the mansion, it didnât matter. He focused on her future and making sure she couldnât get out.
As Amber told the knight commander that they had found Rachel, the bright Dukeâs house turned dark only then. When the lights disappeared all at once, only the soft moonlight illuminated his face. He stared at Rachel and roughly pulled the handkerchief that covered his traces.
It was a night of relief and, at the same time, a vicious desire for monopoly.