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She went back into pitch darkness again. The endless darkness greeted her again.
What Carl showed her just now was exactly what her childhood memory was like. Even though they didn’t have anything. Even though her skin hurt from the cold wind. The only thing left was a happy memory.
Her mom had to walk endlessly trying to find her. But in the end, the only place that embraced her wounded mother was Louvre.
Why didn’t she come to Cosoar?
No. If it was her mom, she would’ve gone to Marquis’s place in Cosoar many times.
That meant someone sent her back.
Who could it be? The Marchioness? The guard?
Perhaps Canillia was the hostage that made her turn back to Louvre.
Lia didn’t try to untangle her thoughts but rather kept tangling them. Her thoughts ended up coming down and kept internally stabbing her. More she thought, the more she was embarrassed about her actions and felt foolish.
Even though she wasn’t assertive, she thought if she disappeared quietly like Anastasia’s suggestion, she thought happiness would come to her.
No, she brainwashed herself into thinking that.
Did I really think I could meet my mom again?
Wasn’t I afraid of meeting her again as much as being obsessive with her?
As the bastard of the Marquis family, was I truly not even slightly happy living in a world free of coldness and hunger?
Why am I so stuck in the past that I won’t try to look for happiness in the present?
Even mom looks so happy.
Canillia ended up stopping walking because of suffocating pain.
Everyone was trying to use her.
Anastasia for the family’s dignity and her jealousy. To suppress her pain.
Anarchists were trying to use her miserable situation of becoming the second son of the Marquis Vale family and the Marquis put all his affection in her to alleviate the guilt he was feeling.
Out of everything she believed was true, nothing was true.
Like the world she looked at with a twisted mind wasn’t pretty at all.
Lia cried quietly. She wiped tears off with her sleeve and walked towards the entrance she entered.
The light was getting closer. She walked up the stairs knocked on the wooden floor. She felt someone getting closer.
Lia knocked on the wooden floor again.
The door opened. She frowned and shaded her eyes with her hand as light came in.
“Sir Canillian….?”
Canillia flinched at Ivan’s voice and put her hand down. Ivan, who was aiming his gun at her, looked at the passage and swore.
“Sir Ivan. How did you…”
“That’s what I want to ask you. The Grand Duke is…!”
“Sir Claude?”
In an instance, she realized the situation and started moving.
As she walked through the broken wooden doors and the arches, she saw all the doors that were locked in locks destroyed.
The first thing she saw as she arrived where there were many clients was Sharon kneeling on the floor. On top of that was Claude aiming a gun at her.
Lia called him at such unexpected scenery.
“Grand Duke…”
Claude finally looked up from Sharon. His blue eyes were filled with rage.
“Close your eyes.”
When she was about to say something, Ivan covered her eyes.
A gunshot followed.
Crack!
Canillia crouched down while covering her ears. Blood everywhere. Sharon fell on the floor in an awful state.
But she couldn’t see Sharon. She was only guessing by the sound and the smell of blood.
Ivan sighed. The sound of footsteps came closer in front of Canillia.
“Clean up.”
With that, she was lifted. Claude covered Lia’s sighed with his jacket and left the store.
She could see the store surrounded by the Duke’s subjects and his soldiers. Many citizens gathered at the commotion, whispered and said, ‘anarchists’.
“Sir. Grand Duke!”
“Quiet.”
“Sir!”
“Shut your mouth!”
Canillia was buried into the back of the car seat. Claude got in the car while holding her and ordered to go. The driver pressed the horn and threatened the people around.
The car that was finally able to leave the people drove through the Lion riverbank. Lia still looked rattled and asked.
“Please tell me what happened. Hm?”
“I should ask you. Shouldn’t you tell me before you go to places like that?”
“Sir Ivan always follows me! I thought he would tell you for sure! Isn’t that why you had him follow me?”
“Ha! What…?”
Claude glared at Canillia.
This was the first time Canillia wasn’t backing down. She wasn’t wrong either. He had Ivan follow her so he could receive reports easily and that was why he was able to get there on time.
“Sharon Riverdale. She’s the fund line for the anarchists. She also sold information she got from hanging out with nobles. She was the one who told them about the diamonds. But you went into a place like that. And also disappeared without a trace. What do you think I was thinking…when I received such a report?”