These days, the vase in Kyrieâs room had different flowers every day. It was the dry, thin winter wildflower. Of course, it was Aaronâs work.
Nathaniel, who became so busy that he stopped by occasionally in the evening, said nothing when he saw it.
âHeâs weird.â
Kyrie murmured as she looked at Nathaniel outside the window. Nathaniel disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if he knew Kyrie was watching.
Kyrie removed herself from the misty window. MaryAnne, who was knitting, looked up.
âHe is busy, though. He doesnât come in even at night.â
âWhy?â
âIsnât he being considerate of Miss?â
MaryAnne, who was knitting her socks with a gray knitting thread, laughed and turned her gaze to the crochet needle, thinking it was funny when she said it.
âWhen Miss is with Nathaniel, your body is stiff. Even your breathing is uneven.â
She suddenly stopped her hand.
ââŚâŚYou were not like that before.â
âThat was in the past.â
âItâs like yesterday to MaryAnne.â
Kyrie looked at MaryAnne. She looked like a 12-year-old girl, but MaryAnne was actually over fifty years old.
âIs Nathaniel like that too?â
âMaybe.â
That sounded pretty cruel. Kyrie sat on the edge of the bed.
âI hope heâs not like that at all.â
âMiss is kind.â
âThatâs an unexpected praise.â
MaryAnne smiled bitterly.
âI can hear footsteps. It must be that guard.â
âItâs not good to hold the crochet needle like a knife, so stop it, Anne.â
âAlright.â
MaryAnne stuck the crochet needle in her pocket and opened the window. In no time, Aaron, who was under the window, jumped and waved his hand.
âNoona! Noona! The Legendary Lord is out, right? Letâs go to the kitchen again! Aunt Meloni baked cookies!â
MaryAnne didnât stop Aaron at some point. She stood one step behind Kyrie, only to stare at Aaron with her hands in her pockets. Kyrie decided not to ask what was in her pocket.
âPlease, MaryAnne.â
âYes.â
After Anne drew the liquor, she threw the wildflowers in the vase out of the window. Kyrie jumped onto the giant wildflowers that became like a fluffy duck cushion. As Kyrie landed, Aaron reached out with his back against the sun. He had a mischievous and good smile.
âLetâs go, Noona!â
***
âOh my, you came?â
âIâm sorry I drop by so often.â
âDonât say that. Itâs good to be able to breathe.â
Kyrie smiled faintly at the words of the kind Meloni. Aaron stepped in, too.
âThatâs right! And when Noona comes, Aunt Meloni makes me something delicious.âŚ.â
âDonât just think about eating all the time. Go get some meat. Alfred said heâd bring it, but I havenât heard from him.â
âYou are taking advantage of me again!â
Aaron bravely walked out of the backdoor. Anyone could see that he was just a boy who worked hard on his job.
Kyrie turned to Meloni.
âMeloni⌠Um, whatâs your last name?â
âOh, where is my mind. My last name is Burtz! Meloni Burtz.â
âBurtz.â
Kyrie rolled her name in her mouth.
âHave you known Aaron for a long time?â
âAaron? Oh, no way. A time to catch a cow is not enough to talk about him.â
âYou must know him well?â
âHeâs my sonâs friend. Heâs a good kid.â
Meloni put a herb tea in front of Kyrie with a bitter smile of unknown meaning. She didnât forget to give ginger cookies to MaryAnne, who rolled her eyes at the table.
âAaron is very diligent. He has a strong sense of responsibility, and thereâs no boy around his age as good as Aaron.â
âIs there any problem with palace life? I couldnât see that kid for a long timeâŚ.â
âHe feels a little better these days.â
âBetter? â
âHe was half crazy, but thanks to you, he got through it. When I saw him bring you hereâŚâŚ.â
Meloni picked up the tea cup. She looked bitter.
âIt was hard for everyone, but he was so soft-hearted that we were particularly shockedâŚâŚ.â
Kyrie fiddled with the teacup without a word.
The deaths of colleagues could not be forgotten so easily. Right now, she herself had nightmares of the day every night. Technically, she couldnât be treated as a traumatized victim because she was in the âperpetratorâ position.
ââŚâŚPlease keep an eye on him.â
Meloni smiled.
âYou are more gracious than any aristocrat Iâve ever seen, but at the same time you are not very noble.â
Kyrie lowered her eyes and naturally avoided eye contact.
âIf anything happens, please contact me because I might be able to stop him.â
âOh, you donât have to do that. Because of that problem, these daysâŚâŚ.â
âThat problem?â
âThatâŚâŚ oh, my God. I wonder if I can say this.â
Meloni couldnât leave her hands alone with a troubled look on her face. It was when Kyrie, who had a hunch, adjusted her posture.
âWhat happened wasâŚâŚ.â
âUwah.â
The door popped open, and Aaron came back. With blood all over his body.
Kyrieâs heart sank when she saw him. That dayâs events unfolded before her eyes. It was only MaryAnne who noticed Kyrieâs breathing became rough.
âMiss?â
âNo, itâs okay, MaryAnneâŚâŚ.â
Kyrie managed to put her breath in order before Meloni and Aaron noticed. Fortunately, Meloni couldnât care about it as she wiped the blood off of Aaronâs face.
âOh, look at you! Where did you get all this blood? Boy, it wonât come off!â
âUgh, donât rub it too hard, Aunt! It hurts!â
âWhy are you coming back like this? I really canât live.â
âTch, I donât like the smell of blood!â
Aaron smiled brightly and strode into the lounge.
âNoona!â
Aaron had a bloody knife in his hand, and his whole body smelled fishy. Kyrieâs body recoiled and backed away. She didnât even know she turned white.
Aaron, who saw it, stopped coming closer. A round and strange light lingered in his brown eyes, then laughter mixed in and disappeared.
âAh! Iâm sorry, itâs hard to see something like thisâŚ.? Mr. Alfred broke a bag of cow blood that he had received separatelyâŚ..â
ââŚCow blood?â
âYes! Itâs used in many places!â
âOh, yes, thatâs right! What should I do, I need to request a new one.âŚ.â
âHey, Aunt Meloni, please worry about me, too.â
âYouâre fine! Youâre going to bury Miss in a frightening state!â
âBut itâs not my faultâŚâŚ.â
Meloni, who had been criticizing Aaron for a long time, went out the backdoor, saying she ran out of towels. The wooden door closed with a squeal. Now all that was left in the room were Kyrie, MaryAnne and Aaron.
Kyrie took a breath. Aaron glanced at such a Kyrie and smiled softly.
âWhatâs wrong, Noona?â
His brown eyes looked like a ball of blood. Thereâs no reason to be afraid, but she was.
Kyrieâs heart beat violently. MaryAnneâs words that he smelled bad passed through her mind.
âBut Aaron has never shown hostility to me. Is it right to judge a person based on MaryAnneâs words?â
Even if Aaron was a really bad guy, something must have happened to make him like that.
âI donât want it to be repeated.â
Kyrie managed to smile.
âNothing.â
ââŚâŚReally?â
Aaronâs expression became strange. It seemed angry, sad, and pleased.
âIâm going back for today. Aaron, youâd better wash up and change.â
âWhy? Stay longerâŚâŚ.â
âIâm not feeling well.â
âI seeâŚâŚ.â
Why wonât he put the knife in? Kyrie thought.
Aaron smiled mischievously as he looked at the door where Meloni had left with a somewhat blank face.
âShall we play a game?â
Aaron locked the door before she could ask what the game was.
âThis way, Aunt Meloni wonât be able to come in, right?
MaryAnne rose from her seat without a word and hid Kyrie behind her. Kyrie saw the fluffy hair on MaryAnneâs face.
âNoona?â
Aaron turned around. His knife was still pulled out.
âWhy arenât you answering?â
Aaron smiled innocently in a strange shadow created by the square of light. His brown eyes were crystal clear.
ââŚ. Aaronâ
âYes, Noonaâ
As he approached, MaryAnne gritted her teeth low.
âDonât come.â
âHuh?â
Aaron opened his eyes wide and had a look of injustice on his face.
âNoona, stop her! Sheâs always like that when she sees me!â
ââŚâŚ.â
âNoona?â
âAaronâ
âYes.â
âLetâs put the knife in for now.â
âIs it because of the knife? Iâm holding it because I have to wash it. I canât put it in right away.â
It was reasonable. But for some reason, Kyrie felt that it wasnât the only one. And he was still holding the knife.
Kyrie said.
âThen put it down.â
At that time, Kyrie didnât know what the impulse was in Aaronâs eyes.
It was the moment when Aaronâs mouth opened slightly and the boyâs hand gripped the knife more powerfully.
Bang! bang! bang!
âHello? Open the door, please! Didnât one of the snowstream guards pass by?â
Someone banged on the backdoor where Aaron stood and leaned against. They heard several men talking outside.
âIsnât he here?â
âOh, guards, youâre good at running away because youâre always sucking honey!â
(PR note: sucking honey is a slang for being given easy tasks)
âIsnât he hiding?â
âIn the kitchen? Are you in advance to boil it?â
âCrazy guy.â
The sharp atmosphere between Kyrie and Aaron broke in an instant. Kyrie immediately noticed that the âguardâ they were looking for was Aaron. Aaron lowered his eyes.
The men sat down and began to chat, apparently about to rest at the door.
âI should have hit him more.â
âHe killed my colleagues and survived. How can he stand out?â
Surprised, Kyrie glanced at Aaron more carefully. Come to think of it, fresh blood was coming out of the wounds that had not yet been cleaned. In addition, there was a bruise under his collar. Kyrie was surprised without a sound.
âI heard he got one gold bar for each colleagueâs head. Murderers.â
âGold bars? Not to the bereaved families, but to the surviving guards?â
Kyrie looked back at MarryAnne. MaryAnne shook her head. The story of the men continued.
âAaron Fitz is a total sucker for that bitch. He even sold souls for gold bars.â
âYou said he got the money for brushing his teeth? Did he want to get married with that money after killing his girlfriendâs father?â
(PR note: getting money for brushing his teeth means hit someoneâs face until their teeth come out)
One of the men giggled.
âWhat are you talking about? Wedding ceremony?â
Now Aaronâs face seemed to have vanished, along with his facial expressions. Kyrie held her breath unwittingly and focused on the manâs voice.
âOh, this bastard is slow at hearing news. Hey! His girlfriend alreadyâŚâŚ.â
At that moment, Aaron opened the door.
âAh! This is Lieutenent Aaron Fitz you were looking for!â
âU, ugh! This fuckerâŚâŚ!â
The men, who were surprised by Aaronâs appearance, looked grim. But one of them shouted.
âHey, hey, no! Look thereâŚâŚ!â
The manâs fingers pointed to Kyrie inside the room.
ââŚâŚ Itâs Buchanan.â
âYouâre alone in a place like this?â
âOh my GodâŚâŚ I canât believe this.â
They exchanged their eyes with each other and stepped back. They had a look of contempt.
âIâm sorry to interrupt your good time.â
The men greeted in a sarcastic tone and then went back. As soon as they disappeared, Kyrie stepped forward.
âAaron. Gold bars, was that delivered to you?â
The boy stood at the doorway of the backdoor and scratched his head. His side face seemed to be smiling, but it also seemed to be distorted.