Thereâs no exception to the first rule of romance.
How on earth do I escape from that obsessed man?
Iâve dug my own grave. The moment I possessed this body, I just laid in the coffin.
If only I had remembered the original work a bit earlier, I would never have got involved.
Sophia felt like her head was spinning.
At that moment, Kilian crossed his arms and looked down at her.
And thenâŠ
âBreak.â
He uttered a short word.
âYesâŠ?â
âBreak.â (T/L: To be honest, this is the most confusing part to translate. I tried my best to translate this, hope it is reader-friendly.)
Break? Could it be that he really wants to go through with the breakup?
Startled, Sophia looked up at him, and he waited silently for her response.
She broke into a cold sweat, blurting out whatever came to her mind out of confusion.
She hadnât prepared any contingency plans, like breaking off the engagement.
âBreak, break, breakâŠâ
âIf you talk about breakingâŠâ With a blank mind, the only word that comes to Sophiaâs mind is âbreaking offâ.
As she stammers to find her words, Killianâs eyes narrow as if examining her.
âBreak⊠Breaking off⊠the engagementâŠâ
Itâs a crisis.
A chaos of emotions.
Sophia was laughing yet crying at the same time.
Then, Killianâs mouth lifted slightly, as he nodded in her direction.
With that, he moved closer to her, his long slender hand reaching for her.
As his hand touched her cheek, Sophia shrank back, feeling a shiver down her shoulder.
âNo need to break off the engagement, Sophia.â
His brushing touch felt cool.
Without any further explanation, Killian conveyed his decision.
âYou donât understand anything.â
As if hinting at something, his voice echoed in her ears. (T/L: Probably breaking engagement and directly marrying, kekekeke)
Sophia nodded her head as if bewitched by the voice that fell low as if suggesting.
As her restless heart beats anxiously, her gaze falls downward, landing on his waist.
âThat yesterdayâs woundâŠâ
A faint trace of blood can be seen on his black vest. Itâs subtle enough to go unnoticed if one doesnât pay close attention, but itâs undeniably soaked in darkness.
Killian notices Sophiaâs gaze lingering on his waist, he quickly covers it with his coat.
âSince early yesterday morning, it seems like you were working at the police stationâŠâ
There wouldnât have been much time to properly treat the wound.
âWell, then, Iâll head back now.â
âAre you not going to call a doctor?â
Sophia asked Killian, who was about to leave.
âWhat do you mean, a doctor?â
âThe woundâŠâ
âWhat wound?â
Kilian shamelessly pretended not to know.
âI told you to forget about it.â
His voice seemed to echo in her ears.
Sophia couldnât understand him at all. How could he act like he is not in pain when he was obviously hurt?
It was frustrating, really.
ââŠIf you end up worse, I wonât know.â
As Sophia glared at him, Killian chuckled.
âYou have such a sharp tongueâŠâ
He commented on her tone.
âWho are you to point out my tone? Your behaviour was wrong!â
As much as she wanted to say it out loud, she couldnât bring herself to do so. However, she couldnât bring herself to say it aloud.
âIt seems like you also had a restless night; it might be good to rest for a bit.â
Kilian said that and left the study. Once he was gone, Sophia leaned against the wall, feeling drained.
Anyway, it doesnât seem like he intends to kill me right away⊠right?
* * *
After Viscount Percelâs funeral, a serious internal meeting began at the military police station. However, they still couldnât pinpoint the culprit.
âItâs a problem because the two incidents have nothing in common.â
The faces of those attending the meeting were grim.
They needed to find the motive for the murders, but they couldnât figure out the motive of the âBlack Moon.â
Unlike the famous nobleman Marquis Fideut, Viscount Percel was a lesser-known noble from a remote area.
They lived in different regions, and their backgrounds were also different, so there was no connection between the two victims.
Moreover, the methods of murder were different.
Poisoning and shooting were completely different methods.
âItâs not a criminal who is only targeting weak individualsâŠâ
If it were random serial killings, they would typically target women, the elderly, or children, the vulnerable. But that wasnât the case with the Black Moon.
Marquis Fideut and Viscount Percel were not young, but they were healthy men in their 40s.
Especially Marquis Fideut had a robust physique among his peers.
It wasnât suitable for them to be targets of indiscriminate crimes.
âCould it be hatred and resentment towards the nobility?â
âItâs possible, but⊠if they went as far as entering Marquis Fideutâs mansion to commit the murder, there must be a clear motive, wouldnât you think?â
As a lively debate unfolded, Killian remained silent, quietly listening to the remarks of his subordinates.
It was an expression that seemed to be thinking a lot.
âWhatâs certain is that the Black Moon either lives within the capital or frequently visits it,â a member of the military police who had confronted the Black Moon stated.
The Black Moon was highly familiar with the geography of the capital, and both incidents had occurred within the capital.
âWouldnât it be possible to quickly identify someone with that level of skill within the capital?â
At Nicholas words, Killian nodded in agreement.
âFirst, letâs investigate all the regular army soldiers, knights, rogues, mercenaries, vagabonds, and labourers within the capital.â
In the meantime, Killian had been thinking of obtaining information about Rosary seed from the Fraus family.
As the tasks were assigned, the members dispersed and busily went about their responsibilities.
Nicholas sighed as he watched them move around busily.
âWeâre just a month away from the founding festival, and yetâŠâ
The timing was unfavourable.
âDidnât the preparations start early this year for the 500th anniversary of the founding of the empire?â
This yearâs National Foundation Day celebration was expected to be especially grand. Surely, even the nobles from different regions would come to the capital to attend the royal ball.
Various stalls and items announcing the festivities would line the streets, and fireworks were also planned.
With such a significant event ahead, the serial murders needed to be resolved promptly; otherwise, it would be troublesome.â
âWhile it hasnât been officially announced as serial killings yet, Iâm concerned that there might be another victim before the founding festival,â Nicholas expressed his worry.
Kilian nodded in agreement with Nicholasâ words.
They couldnât welcome the founding festival in this atmosphere.
At that moment, a member of the military police entered the conference room.
âYour Excellency, a letter has arrived from the Ruchtainer Knights.â
âFrom Ruchtainer?â
The member handed Killian an envelope with a wax seal on it.
Killian furrowed his brow slightly as he opened the letter.
âWhat could this be about? From those esteemed knights?â
âThey want to hold a friendly competition.â
âReally? Suddenly?â
Nicholasâs expression turned sour.
These days, the military policeâs atmosphere is so severe, really. Anyway, itâs all about them and their interests.
They returned from resolving the border conflict last winter, and now they have leisure time to plan their own entertainment according to their schedules.
âThey suggest holding a special founding event in celebration of the 500th anniversary.â
âHah! Thatâs amusing. They must think theyâll win, right?â
Nicholas scoffed and grumbled in discontent.
It seems that the subtle sense of rivalry between the military police and the Ruchtainer Knights has caught fire.
As they were often referred to as the âtwo swords protecting the empireâ and frequently compared to each other, the military police and the Ruchtainer Knights were often pitted against one another.
As the rivalry grew, the two groups constantly stood in opposition to each other.
There were many reasons for the mutual dislike between the military police and the Ruchtainer Knights.
At the beginning of the establishment of the military police force, when they took some skilled knights from the Ruchtainer, it left a bitter taste in the mouths of the Ruchtainer Knights.
Those who abandoned the knights and joined the military police were sometimes referred to as âtraitors blinded by good conditionsâ, âabandoning their prideâ, those who lacked the qualifications of knightsâ, or unable to adapt to the knightâs traditionâ.
On the other hand, the military police saw the Ruchtainer Knights pretending to be noble, as contemptible and despicable.