Soon someone knocked on the door. Kyrieâs eyes grew bigger, allowing them to enter without expectation. It was Maria and Laura who came in.
âYou girlsâŚ!â
âKyrie, how are you?â
âKyrie!â
As soon as Laura in front of her saw Kyrie, she ran and hugged her.
âOh, my God! I heard the story! Is everything okay? Look at this! You lost some cheek fat! I sent you expensive food to feed you, you didnât get it?â
âWas it you, Laura, who sent the truffles from Mount Luthier?â
âShe did! I thought someone ate them all, but Iâm glad they didnât! But why are you so skinny, my cutie!â
âLaura was very worried. Of course I did.â
Laura was on the verge of crying, and Maria, who didnât express her emotions well, also looked deep. Kyrie lightly hugged their two shoulders.
âI thought Iâd never see you againâŚThank you for coming. Are you girls all right?â
âYou donât have anything to worry about us.â
âThatâs right! That bastard! Everythingâs fine except for âŚâŚ!â
Laura shouted loudly and looked around. Although MarryAnne was waiting far away from the audience, she folded her ears and pretended not to hear when she received attention.
Kyrie smiled bitterly and led her friends to the table.
âLetâs sit down. Thereâs a lot to talk about.â
As soon as Laura got her seat, she hit the table only enough to look cute.
âKyrie, I heard you! Itâs ridiculous that youâve been kidnapped, but he swept the soldiers away to find you, stripped the Crown Prince and made him roll like a dog!â
She talked to that point and tapped Kyrie on the shoulder.
âI heard itâs a cute size, is it true?â (T/N: she is talking about CP d*ck)
Kyrie let out a smile.
âI donât know because I havenât seen it.â
âThatâs what I should have seen! Thereâs a lot of satire going around the city right now, and I wonder if itâs real!â
ââŚâŚDid you have any interest in that?â
âSince the day you broke up, Iâve become very interested in the figures of Orewinbridge!âŚâŚ But itâs soundproof here, isnât it?â
Laura rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, flapping her fingers near her ears. Kyrie burst into laughter. After seeing her smile, Laura smiled with a relieved look.
âYeah, itâs good to see you smile! Iâll import good cosmetics from the North Continent and put them in. Why is your face so damaged, Iâm worriedâŚâŚ.â
Kyrie also knew that she intentionally raised the mood by telling ridiculous stories. Kyrieâs smile softened.
âDonât worry too much. Can you tell me about the outside world? MarryAnne, get me some refreshments.â
MarryAnne approached Kyrieâs call and set up refreshments. It was the moment when MarryAnne turned her back to the door to receive new hot water. Maria, who had not said much so far, whispered only in the shape of her mouth.
âYour maid, does she know the high and low signs?â
Kyrie immediately rolled her purple eyes from side to side. Maria nodded her head.
âI think so.â
(T/N: from here the convo will be confusing because they are exchanging information by signals and at the same time they are talking fake convo with loud noise so that Anne doesnât has any doubts, so the convo in ââŚâ Are just fake you can ignore it but the convo in ă⌠ăare done by signals and are important)
Three peopleâs eyes met. As if she had waited, Laura threw off her fur, broke and grumbled loudly.
âSo, what does the Legendary Lord want from you? Does he like you? Is it because you like him? Or why is he trying to ruin your life?â
âItâs not because I like him.â
âOur cutie was in danger, but itâs not right to lock people up like this! Kyrie, did you commit anything?â
Maria began to tap her finger in time for Lauraâs fuss.
ăAre they watching the conversation?ă
âNot really, but I canât tell you the details, Iâm sorry.â
ăMaybe. Howâs it going out there?ă
Kyrie quietly tapped her finger and said calmly.
âDoes this make sense! How do you keep a person in this place? Because itâs so quiet outside, Iâm more annoyed!
ăThe confrontation between the Emperor and the legend is getting worse. The Emperor is on her knees now, but she must be sharpening her sword behind him.ă
âOther than that, what else? Nothing else has changed?â
ăIs she expanding her army?ă
âA ball will be held here soon, so they told me to attend! I heard that first of all, the finest items that go into the Royal Family are falling for you.â
ăNo. Rather, they are gathering wizards.ă
Kyrie furrowed her eyebrows. They seemed to be looking for the hidden lab of Vallabriga Orwenbridge. After all, the Orwenbridgeâs magic was probably the only thing that could kill Nathaniel in this situation.
She shifted her hand position, taking a meaningless time of silence, and then flicked her fingers again.
âIs there no conflict among the nobles? I heard that Buchanan was going to be a duke.â
ăCan you keep an eye on the magicians under the Emperor?ă
âWho would agree with Vermont when they saw him do that!â
ăYou know theyâre looking for something, Kyrie.ă
Kyrie moved her eyes up and down instead of her head. Maria squinted her eyes and tapped her finger on the handle of the teacup.
ăTheyâre already watching. The movement of the wizards is mainly focused on the Imperial Palace.ă
Whether the Emperor would be able to find Vallabrigaâs lab was a question in this power game. They suddenly felt something strange about Kyrie, who thought that far.
âNataniel said he was immortal, but how could he be killed by Vallabriga?â
Her thoughts became complicated. The more she knew about him, the more blurry everything was.
Kyrie tried hard to smile.
âFirst of allâŚâŚ I hope you donât stand out as much as possible in front of him.â
ăLet me know when they find something.ă
âDoes it matter now? Youâre locked up!?â
ăI will. What are you going to do?ă
ăMe?ă
ăIâm working with Laura to help you escape. Youâre gonna get out of here, right?ă
Kyrie stopped the finger that was giving the sign. Hesitation flashed through her big purple eyes.
ăCan I do that?ă
ăWhat do you mean?ă
Kyrie recalled the dying soldiers. It was an innocent sacrifice. Even after a few days, a pile of dead bodies in the snow field came up clearly. All of it was done because of herself.
ăA sacrifice of a cattle for the great. Itâs true that nobody gets hurt when Iâm the only one who stays still.ă
âKy!â
Laura, who showed tears, woke up with a strong punch on the table.
ârieâŚ.never, ever.âŚ!â
[We have a visitor.]
Lauraâs next words were easily cut off like a piece of paper.
There was no sign of movement at all. Even the sound of the opening door of the drawing room. Only after hearing a low voice, Kyrie saw the black shoes that invaded from the outside of the field of view to the center, that caught her eyes.
When she looked up, Nathaniel was smiling.
He drove a subdued atmosphere like a sick manâs bedroom. He himself was as rich and beautiful as a basket of flowers for a powerful man, but all the shades of his body were filled with ominousness.
[Oh, theyâre your friends.]
Nathaniel came into the room. Seeing him face-to-face, Laura breathed in the difference between what she saw and felt, and Maria clenched her fist so hard that she stabbed her palm with her fingernails.
Only Kyrie, who was now used to it, got up from her seat with anxiety and covered the two.
âNathanielâŚâŚ, what brings you here?â
Nathaniel smiled. He stared at Laura and Maria in turn with icy blue eyes.
[Youâre good at listening. Youâre kind, too]
Nathaniel said with no sign of praise. He looked at Kyrie after a cold-hearted censorship stare.
[Do you like it?]
âWhat?â
[Your friends.]
Social animal. Nathaniel said in his mouth. Kyrie bit her lips.
âIs that why you called them?â
[Of course. I didnât realize that locking people up would make them stupid.]
Kyrie looked around Laura and Maria. The two were unable to breathe at the end of their encounter. She was used to it. But Nathaniel was taking care of her and not the two people. Kyrie hid her mixed feelings and blocked his way.
âTheyâre going back now.â
[You canât kick out a guest who hasnât been here long, Kyrie.]
âThey are the successors of their families. I canât hold them because they are busy.â
[Really? I donât think so.]
Nathaniel approached Maria. He reached out gracefully, and Maria held her hand creakingly and reflexively.
Nathaniel bent down slowly as if to kiss the back of her hand, then stopped moving. Then he smiled strangely close to contempt and let go of Mariaâs hand as if he had thrown it away.
[Iâm sure this is a little disgusting.]
He took off his gloves and looked down at Maria.
[You guys tell me. Youâre going now?]
His clear blue eyes, which were neither funny nor joking, were different from those of his when he looked at Kyrie. It was just a dry look, as if he was thinking about whether to kill or shake off a stray ant that climbed on top of his shoes.
Maria held the tip of her skirt and lifted it up like a squeaky orgel doll.
ââŚâŚNo, Sir. Thank you for the invitation.â
Nathaniel looked back at Laura, and Laura also leaned her back with her hand on her chest.
âO, of course I can stay any longer if you invite me!â
[As you should.]
Nathaniel smiled again and turned to Kyrie. Then he laughed slowly.
[Youâre gonna kill people with your eyes.]
âIf you touch them, I will.â
[You mean me?] (T/N: he means âkill me?â)
âThatâs impossible.â
[Right. Then?]
Kyrie added in a tired voice.
âI will.â (T/N: she means she will âkill herselfâ)
As soon as Kyrie finished speaking, Nathanielâs thumb came into her mouth and pressed Kyrieâs tongue.
âUhâŚ!â
[You speak very well, My Lady. I mean, itâs a problem because youâre good at hate speech.]
He grabbed her chin with the remaining finger and lifted Kyrieâs head. She put her nails up and grabbed his wrist, but Nathaniel wasnât even moving.
[You areâŚâŚ]
Nathaniel whispered, looking into Kyrieâs eyes.
[Thatâs so easy to say. You donât want to die, you throw away your life very lightly.]
Kyrie laughed self-help. It seemed easy. She just had her own body. Instead of answering, she bit Nathanielâs finger in her mouth.
[âŚâŚ.]
At that moment, Kyrie doesnât know what emotions came to mind as if they were lighting up Nathanielâs face.
However, Kyrie now realized that Nathaniel became the fiercest and most satisfied when she threatened him with her own body. He seemed to hate Kyrieâs extreme choices, but he did not hesitate to take her to a dead end.
âLook now. The cruelty of those eyes.â
The strength of Nathanielâs fingers holding her cheeks grew stronger. Kyrieâs suffocation was choked by the gaze that seemed to wander beyond her eyes and into the brain beyond.
âUghâŚ.â
Finally, when Kyrie couldnât hold back her spirits, she gave a shallow groan with a heated face, and Nathanielâs hand fell off.
[That should be the only blackmail you can do.]
He muttered. She realized that something wasnât in her mind. (T/N: he manipulated her mind, I mean removed the idea of suicide)
After being silent for a while, Nathaniel turned. Then, he made an elegant scorn toward MarryAnne, who was in an attack posture from behind.
[Forest beast. Get ready for the ball. Your master is so bored that she will soon commit suicide.]
***
It was that night. Someone knocked on the door where Laura Fort Ducane stayed. Lauraâs maid opened the door instead of her owner.
âWhat about you?â
âHello, Miss FortDucane.â
It was MarryAnne who knocked on the door. It wasnât in Kyrie who was next to her. Laura quickly ordered the maids.
âLet her in, and youâre out.â
The little girl hesitantly entered, but unlike her actions, there was neither fear nor terror in her eyes. Lauraâs eyes turned fiercely to MarryAnne.
âWhatâs going on?â
âI have a questionâŚâŚ.â
MarryAnne wiggled her finger and looked up.
âDoes Lady FortDucane like our Miss?â
Lauraâs eyebrows wriggled.
âKid? Kyrie seems to be generous and looks after you, but I donât speak with the maid.
âButâŚâŚ, But you didnât come to save our Miss?â
She seemed to be hoping for something. Laura frowned at her.
âI donât have anything to tell you who is cooperating with the Legendary Lord. Go back.â
âMarryAnne just wanted her to be safe!â
MarryAnne answered urgently and closed her eyes.
âBy the wayâŚâŚ.â
âBy the way?â
âIt canât be like thisâŚâŚ.â
âNo?â
âMiss isâŚâŚ she said she wasnât happy because she was locked up.â
âIsnât it natural?â
Laura laughed and raised her chin.
âYou want her to live under someone elseâs feet, acting cute? She canât live like that. Youâre not a son of a bitch. No one can treat Kyrie like that! Sheâs been protecting her pride!â
MarryAnne opened her eyes to Lauraâs words, grinding her teeth and shouting. The dark eyes were filled with feelings of regret and longing.
âYesâŚâŚ. MarryAnne also lived that way. Long ago.â
âYou said that? No, donât say anything! Iâm not curious about that! I thought I was going to talk about the matters regarding Kyrie and so I heard you, so tell me the truth!â
MarryAnne nodded up and down.
âIsnât FortDucane the one who moves the big ships? Itâs like a trade.â (T/N: Their family handles the ships, it was mentioned in chp 32)
Laura looked surprised. She never thought sheâd bring this up. Did she know how ships float, let alone trade? Kyrie always cared about MarryAnne and said she was competent, but in Lauraâs eyes, she was only a child.
âThat child, Kyrie, the Legend, trade?â (T/N: Laura is joining the dots and these are the key points)
But Lauraâs feeling was signaling, that this kid was here to make a proper deal.
âWait a minute, kid.â
Laura immediately opened the glass in the room. Then she took out a bottle of whiskey and two crystal glasses shaped like a turtleâs back shell(T/N: images are provided below) and put them on the table with a bang. Her eyes flashed curiously.
âLetâs talk about the right thing. Youâre good at drinking, right? You look good.â
MarryAnne just muzzled her lips and didnât answer. Laura shrugged and began to open the bottle. Her senses had never been wrong.
âOkay, so whatâs the story?â
MarryAnne, sitting between two glasses of whiskey, opened her mouth carefully.
âAre you going to get Miss out of here?â
Laura drank whiskey without ice instead of answering.
âWhoa, youâre strong, arenât you?â
ââŚâŚ.â
âItâs my turn. You came to me, not Maria, because when it comes to domestic affairs, Old Ciudad would be much better, but now that you came to me and asked me about my ships, it sounds like I need to load something.â
âYou have to bring it.â
âWhy?â
âIf Lord Nathaniel doesnât keep his promise⌠Itâll be late to get ready then.â
MarryAnneâs black eyes sank. Laura decided to focus on the point instead of the unknown.
âKid, you donât know what, Old Ciudad and FortDucane arenât killing, saving and hiding a person!â
âYou canât hide from Nathaniel by human power.â
âWhy?â
Instead of answering, MarryAnne grabbed the glass in front of her. Laura laughed a little. The young girl had a keen understanding of what this game was.
âI kind of know why Kyrie likes you.â
âThank you. â
âSo you want to get Kyrie out?â
âNot now. â
âWhat? What are you doing with her then?â
âBut MarryAnne needs to be prepared for everything, and MarryAnne felt, If we go like this, maybe âŚâ
MarryAnneâs words died down.
âI thought Nataniel might break Miss downâŚâ
It was an empty echo. Laura remained silent for a long time, then poured whiskey into the glass at once. And then she put the glass down loudly, folded her arms and leaned deep into the sofa.