She was so startled that she forgot she was wearing a mask and recoiled. She almost fainted when the man reached out to her with a soft smile.
âLady, are you Sir Ian Kernerâs partner?â
âYes, Sir Gregory.â
Ian intercepted the man and answered. He stood up and hid her behind his back, strangely tense. She let go of a breath she didnât know she was holding. Ian must know him.
âCan we be introduced, Sir Kerner?â
âSheâs Henry Revilleâs acquaintance-â
âHow many single girls are there in the Reville family? But this time, she seems to be close to Sir Kerner. Lady, this is rare. As you know, Sir Kerner has a dirtier personality than he appears, and he never treats his partner as friendly as he does you.â
Sir Gregory grinned softly and spat out thorny words. Unless they were an idiot, anyone would have noticed his malice. Ianâs expression also hardened. It certainly didnât look like they were close.
Seeing that they called each other âSirâ, this person was also from the military, but it didnât seem like he was higher than Ian. They looked similar in age⊠Was he from the same military academy class?
âCanât you speak?â
ââŠâ
âOr maybe you are shy. If youâre done dancing with Sir Kerner, why donât you dance with me?â
Why was he picking a fight? What if she really couldnât speak? Rosen was bewildered and regained her reason. Her voice was not as known as her face, because no one wanted to hear the voice of a witch. She relaxed and tried to speak as naturally as possible.
âI donât dance with men unless theyâre better looking than Sir Kerner.â
It was an outright denial, but Sir Gregory only laughed. He had a personality that Rosen really disliked.
âYou are a funny lady. If youâre a Lady of the Revilles, Iâm sure you know what Iâm talking about. Whatâs your name?â
She hurriedly threw Ian a desperate glance.
What should she do? A cold sweat ran down her back. As her mind raced, Sir Gregory took the cigarette that was in her mouth, put it into his, and reached out to her.
âLetâs get to know each other slowly by dancing. I donât think Sir Kerner is narrow-minded enough to chain his partner to his side at such a delightful festival.â
ââŠâ
âYou canât just keep dancing with one partner. Etiquette goes against it.â
âWhat is he up to? Donât tell me heâs noticed who I am.â
Sir Gregory grabbed her by the arm, ignoring Ian, who stood in the way. He didnât look very big, but his grip was no joke. She was worried that he would leave a bruise on her arm.
As soon as Sir Gregoryâs hand touched her body, Ian pushed him roughly.
âJoshua Gregory, donât pick a fight and go. Didnât you hear me say no?â
As expected, he wanted to pick a fight.
Ian immediately dropped all formalities, throwing away the possibility of politeness. It seemed that Joshua being rude was not uncommon. Ian looked more fed up than angry at his behavior.
Ian gently pushed her back onto the sofa. Rosen sat quietly and watched their fight because she knew he would deal with it.
âYou drank too much alcohol, go back to your cabin and sleep.â
ââŠLook, Iâm the bully again. It was always like that.â
âDonât make me upset, go.â
âYouâre pretending to be a gentleman again. Youâre the only one who always succeeds, and youâre the one whoâs always right. Stop staring at people with those contemptuous eyes. Itâs disgusting and annoying.â
Ian Kerner was rather inhumane, but he wasnât unlucky. And those who were despised by him, she thought, had good reason to be. He was a good man. He wasnât a murderer, a traitor, or someone suspicious⊠just like her.
So that seemed like an ugly and unnecessary statement of inferiority.
âYouâve done something like that.â
âWhat did you do? Oh, I ran away? Is that still the story? Is there anyone who doesnât think that was a really wise choice?â
ââŠâ
âWhatâs the use of honor if you die? I made a wise choice. Now, look, all the boys in your squad who didnât run away are dead, and their remains have become fish food. Youâre a lonely hero.â
âI donât know when stealing the spotlight from the dead became a good thing. Enough to get drunk and shout out loud? Shame on you. You ran away, and the cadets younger than youââ
âOh, yeah, youâre so great. Look at the results. Who made the wise decision? All the children who didnât escape are dead, and Henry Reville, who barely survived, is half stupid!â
The man who looked fine when he approached was actually quite intoxicated. As his sentences grew longer, his pronunciation began to slur. His eyes couldnât focus and were constantly moving around. The two started arguing, using terms she couldnât understand.
She hoped Ian wouldnât get hurt. She knew from experience how sensitive Ian was about his dead colleagues. Sure enough, Ian wanted to grab him by the neck and slap him, but it was because of her that he was putting up with it.
âLetâs go.â
Ian, tired of dealing with Joshua, quietly tried to get Rosen up from her seat.
âWho the hell is that woman that you pamper so much?â
But they must have been too careless. There was never any guarantee that Joshua would be paralyzed just because he was drunk. Joshua grabbed at her mask suddenly.
âLetâs see your face.â
Just as her eyes were about to be revealed, Ian pulled her into his arms and punched Joshua. It was so instantaneous and reflexive that she didnât process what happened.
âDid he just punch Joshua and embrace me?â
When she woke up from her daze, she found herself in his arms, and noticed Joshua lying on the deck.
And her mask was still safely attached to her face. She breathed a sigh of relief.
âShe is a Lady of the Revilles. Do not be rude.â
ââŠWhat did you do now? How could you-â
âIâm glad itâs over. If Alex or Henry Reville saw what you were doing, they would have put a bullet in your jaw, not a fist.â
Eyes were on them in an instant, but those who were drunk only giggled at the sight of Joshua being beaten. In fact, even if he was not drunk, it was obvious who people would side with if they fought. Ian Kerner was a much-loved war hero, and this ship was the Revilleâs.
Ian was right. If he wanted to fight, then he picked the wrong place. Even if Joshua was the Emperor of the Empire, it would not have been very wise to argue with Ian Kerner here.
Ian picked Rosen up like a child and started to walk away while holding her.
She knew what Ian was doing now was running away. It was just that his actions were so calm and relaxed that it didnât look like running away at all.
He embraced her and was now running away from those oppressing gazes.
Rosen muttered as she hugged him.
âThere are times when you act more unassuming than you think.â
ââŠI do it in consideration of others. There is no need to deal with such a low-class person.â
âAnyway, if you hug me, itâs good for me.â
She asked, resting her chin on his shoulder.
âBut who is that guy? Is he your friend?â
âClassmate.â
âIs he a pilot too?â
âI wish he wasnât, but yes.â
âCan you hit him like that?â
âItâs nothing to worry about. Iâll take care of it.â
âMaybe he found out who I am?â
âDonât worry, heâs not that smart.â
She really wanted to see the expression Joshua was making at this moment. She liked to see sloppy men showing their ignorance and being humiliated. But Ian Kerner never gave up. Every time she tried to lift her head slightly, he tightened his arms around her.
âYou⊠you are different.â
Joshuaâs voice echoed from behind. Ianâs steps slowed to a stop.
âDidnât you say you stole the spotlight from the dead? Whatâs so special about you that you can look at me like that? Youâll see. I donât know how youâve held out so far, but you wonât be able to hold your head high anymore. Who has the nerve to destroy their hometown and brazenly walk down the path of victory?!â
ââŠâ
âAnd Iâm sure youâre broken too. As bad as Henry Reville. Soon, everyone will understand. That Ian Kerner didnât really protect anything.â
At that moment, Ianâs body hardened. Contrary to what Ian had just said, âThere is no need to deal with such a low-class personâ, he seemed agitated by Joshuaâs words. He hugged her tighter.
She felt weird. Ian seemed to have been hurt by Joshuaâs bullsh!t. He was holding her with as much force as she clung to him, as if she was the only treasure he had rescued from the ruins. Like he was afraid she would slip away.
Ian Kerner did not dispute his childish accusations. It made sense, but she was frustrated. Rosen wanted to shout at Joshua over his bullsh!t on Ianâs behalf. She was better than Ian in petty quarrels. And if she had been in a good position, she would have done so.
She whispered into Ianâs ear.
âYou care, do you? People like that think theyâre the most pitiful people in the world. Thatâs why they go around blaming people when they drink.â
ââŠâ
âEven Hindley thought he was the most pitiful person in the world. I comforted him when he was drunk. Funny, right?
As expected, she had no talent for comforting people. The words that came out of her mouth were probably hurtful for him to hear. He looked at her quietly, and began to walk again.
Ian sometimes touched her so gently. It was a different feeling from being scoured with a sticky hand. He sometimes treated her like she was a girl of Laylaâs age.
It wasnât very good for her. But at this moment, she thought it was fortunate. She didnât know if such a handsome person needed comfort, but she knew most people needed something to hug at times.
âI heard he ran away earlier, is he a b*stard deserter?â
âHeâs the son of a general. He fled to Talas and returned after the war.â
âHe is a cowardly traitor. But will the military leave him alone? Arenât they going to shoot him?â
âI told you, he is the son of a general.â
Rosen immediately understood his meaning.
âWhat a rotten world!â
âWhy do you care about what he says?â
After a moment, an answer came back. His voice was hoarse.
âBecause heâs not wrong.â
It was only then that Rosen realized that he hadnât let Joshuaâs words slip from his mind. She was speechless for a moment and even forgot her plight of having to betray him. She knew it wasnât for her to say, butâŠ
âYou should have hit him more.â
âIf you werenât there, I probably would have.â
âItâs just jealousy. You are good-looking, have acquired a lot of renown, and have a high rank. Youâre not even a generalâs son.â
âItâs not that heâs jealous, itâs that he hates me.â
âNo one deserves to hate you. At least not in this Empire. The whole Empire hates me, but you are a hero.â
There are things in the world that are unavoidable. We always have to make a choice. That was a fact that she was well aware of as she never stepped across the threshold of a school and couldnât read a single character. There is no one who can keep everything and no one who can achieve everything. The same went for Ian Kerner.
Because he was just a human. And he made the right choice. Henry was right.
ââŠDonât talk like that, Rosen Haworth.â
It was a pity that their intellectual levels were so different that they sometimes couldnât understand each other, like now. What was he telling her not to say? Was he saying not to call him a hero? But he was a hero.
Or was it that the whole Empire hated her? But that was an obvious fact.
He added a few words rather hastily after she became quiet, as if he wanted to explain something.
âYou donât believe that there are people who hate me, but I donât know why you believe so adamantly that everyone in the world hates you.â
âBecause Iâm not a fool.â
She was sensible enough to be able to distinguish between empty words and sincerity.
âWho in the Empire likes me?â
âThere are people.â
âHave you seen such a person?â
âYeah, I saw it myself.â
She asked, smirking and fiddling with his hair. She didnât know why their conversation had shifted to such an uninteresting topic. It was not that important at all. She asked bluntly.
âYou said you didnât hate me either. Then⊠do you like me?â
ââŠâ
âSee? You canât answer, can you?â
Ian set her down as gently as he had lifted her up. They were back in the corner full of kegs. The ship was very noisy as the fireworks display was being prepared, the highlight of the Walpurgis Festival.
Thanks to this, no one came to the corner of the deck, where kegs blocked the view. It was a good place to hide.
âLetâs go back. Youâre very drunk, and weâve been out too long.â
She was wondering when he would put his foot down. She grinned and pointed towards the direction they came.
âLetâs just watch the fireworks. Thatâs okay, right? Thereâs no one here.â
Time was running out. Watching the fireworks gave her enough time to find another excuse. She already knew he would allow it. As Ian said, he had already done her too many favors. It was too late to act the way he did when they first met.
Again, Ian nodded his head. This time he didnât even resist.
She sat down on the cold deck. It was only after she sat down that she realized she was wearing an expensive dress.
âOh right. sorry. This must be expensiveâŠâ
âJust sit down.â
Rosen glanced at him and tried to get up, but Ian took off his coat. He spread half of his coat on the floor like a blanket, and draped the rest around her shoulders. She felt like a princess, so she smiled excitedly.
âItâs fine.â
âYou always look cold. So I gave it to you.â
The sound of the music stopped for a moment, as if the fireworks were ready to be launched. There was a commotion on the second-floor deck, and the first firecrackers finally went up in the sky with the sound of a whistle breaking through the air. Shouts and cheers filled the ship.
âIt must be expensive, right? Rich people throw money into the sky unnecessarily.â
ââŠâ
âBut itâs still pretty.â
Speaking nonsense, she suddenly felt his hand clasping hers. She turned and looked at Ian. And she stiffened.
Fireworks exploded. A light flashed across Ian Kernerâs face and then disappeared.
His hands and lips trembled slightly whenever there was a bang. He raised his hands to cover his ears with stiff movements. His breathing became increasingly rough.
âOh my god.â
âSir Kerner.â
Desperately hiding his expression, he pushed her away, but it was already too late. She had already discovered his secret.
He was out of breath. Fireballs cut through the air and spread in the sky.
What did that beautiful flame look like to him now, that he couldnât even breathe?
âIan Kerner!â
He revealed to her a secret that should not have been revealed to anyone. Least of all to her. She remembered what Henry once said.
â Does it make sense that Ian Kerner is sick? If so, whatâs left of the Empire? There was no point in winning.
And she realized once more. At this moment, how cruel the belief that was being forced on Ian Kerner, who was neither a pilot nor a hero.
âIan!â
She didnât know what to do and called out his name. At this moment, no one was with him.
Only a humble prisoner who couldnât do anything for him.