The Marquess’s Amnesia

"Huh? We were both kidnapped while Will was with us. Huh!?

When I received the report in the office, I raised my voice unexpectedly.

Elsa and Frederick in the most familiar maid's and butler's clothes were explaining the situation to me.

There was a report of an emergency, and the two of them came. I heard William will explain to Liliana this morning about Sandra and her future at work this afternoon, but I haven't heard she'll be kidnapped.

"What happened to the escort? You were in the house next door, right?

"Everyone was stunned by what it was… quite hands-on because they had a steep spot in one shot"

Frederick says pale.

I think of the guard's face and sigh, "That's an extra workout."

"From the leftover incense in the room, presumably the sleeping pills were burned"

"Lily doesn't have a sleeping pill in her corner."

Me, too, but William must be pretty poison tolerant, too.

"Yes, they think it was the sleeping cat of the sleeping pills used in the hospital, but for some reason, there's no William."

"Didn't you go after Lily?

"Sure, our husband is an idiot, but he won't leave his sword on the boulder"

Frederick shows with his eyes the sword Elsa holds.

That's not his love sword, but it's a sword to be paid in the Knights, and I should have taken it with me when I hid one in the living room and one in the bedroom as I lived in that house. Maybe it's confirmed that the bedroom sword hasn't been brought up because it's about them who excel. If I put my hand in it, the sword will be handed to me. Grabbing the pattern and pulling it out of the sheath, the sword body, which was snugly bloody and defeated unscrupulous usage, was slightly missing in part.

I ask as I return my sword to my sheath.

"What about Sedy?

"We haven't shown the scene, but we couldn't hide that our sister and her wife were kidnapped... so we have Ariana and Arthur on our side at the Marquis"

Elsa also answers pale.

"Did something happen that I didn't show you the crime scene?

"Actually, there was a low table in the living room that was supposed to be rolling into the garden, and after first noticing the anomaly, Frederick went into the house first and made sure you two weren't there, me and Master Cedric went straight to the Marquis house, not into the house."

"The living room was littered with vases and a broken sword pierced the couch. I don't know whose it belonged to, but I had one right arm cut off my elbow and it was falling off. There was a big black scorpion tattoo on his arm, so I'm sure it's someone's forgotten over there."

I pull my cheeks at the couple in front of me who don't change a single expression.

But from earlier on, long before I came into this room, there was an irresistible murderous leak from its body. It will be only a matter of time before the repaired skin peels off.

"What about that arm?

"Submitted to Knights Doctor"

"Oh, yeah. Was there anything at the crime scene that might have led you?

This is it.

Frederick takes something out of his pocket and puts it on his palm. I tilt my neck when I realized it was wrapped in a white handkerchief. Frederick carefully removed the dull silver ring from the handkerchief and placed it on my desk. Cottori, and the inorganic sound slowly lingered in my ear.

"I was rolling on the floor"

"... this is, well... uh, bad between"

I pick it up.

This is not a jewel-like ring, but a ring of the Lord carved with the prints of the house. When I realized which house the crest belonged to, I held my head.

"Looks like the Duke of Hooksberger is involved in this one."

Frederick giggles and Elsa next to him smiles at some point too.

My spine peeled at the full grin of the two eyes not laughing at all.

"Sandra, you've done so much boldness again."

Saying, the Duke of Hooksberger looked around the room relaxed.

I bell down on the couch across from him. That way, immediately the maid comes into the room with a wagon with a tea gesture and gives me a gesture at the table in front of me.

"How long does it take for that girl to be in good hands?

"It's a marriage gesture, so I thought it might be about two hours early"

"It will take you an hour to complete. I'm busy."

"Yes, sir."

The maid leaves the room with her head down.

"Marriage?"

Blink as the scissor-colored eyes surprised.

"Yes."

Sprinkle with a spoon as you drop one of the squared sugars into the tea.

"You're going to get that girl to marry you. You know the Macnish Chamber of Commerce, don't you? Please make sure your meeting is there."

"You know, that meeting over there, you're older than me, right?

"You'll be fine when you're old."

Smile and I drink tea.

But, you know, your hobby is changing.

If you look up, the Duke smiles calmly as usual and waits for the end of the conversation.

I've done as many men like so far. If only I knew what to use in my body, in my words, in my beauty, and in what I had, an organism called a man was truly simple and easy to see. In response to what they seek, I will let my body do as I please, and at times I will say my utmost and trouble them, and then, if I am sweeter than you, their cheap self-esteem and admiration will be filled and they will listen to me. If that happened, I knew to take what they were thinking and so on, and it was increasingly easy to use.

But only the Duke of Hooksberger and the black scorpion leader/acrub have ever been what I think they are.

Until the Duke, he never even touched my body.

"... I don't like moving women. I like submissive women, just as beautiful as dolls."

"I mean, what do you mean?

"He said he likes corpses. You said that cold would be a habit."

"... what a bad taste that is."

The duke, who chuckled and throated, took the cigarette out of his nose and lit it with a match with a hand he was used to. The smell of sweet smoke soothes my nostrils.

"But, you know, the meeting said it was good for me, so I'm gonna have to put my hands on that kid a little bit before I do."

Phew, the purple smoke spit out swings, disappearing.

"I need to ruin a face similar to that woman's."

A hand stretched out to the ashtray stops for a moment. But it made him feel old as if nothing had happened, but his manly hands dropped ashes by pounding cigarettes on the edge of the ashtray. Again the hand returns to his mouth and the tip of the cigarette glows white for a moment with heat.

"If that kid dies, I can take Cedric back from the Marquis, and then I'll get the Alwyn family fortune as his guardian, and I'll run away from the country and go to Akrab, who's leaving first. When she's alive, there's nothing to be busy about, but when she dies, everything goes smoothly."

"So, will you be filled?

A serene voice asks as she strokes.

I moisten my throat with another sip of tea in my mouth. My heart dances to excitement, it's hard to tighten my loose lips no matter how, and I return my heartfelt grin to the Duke.

"Yeah. Very much."

"... well. But Marquis Springfield is drowning Miss Liliana. I think there's no denying the possibility that your neck will fly."

"I can't. Because the Marquis is going to be an auction eyeball product. A hero of the Redemption? The price is immeasurable."

"That sounds like a broken bone to throw in an auction cage."

"Pfft, you're right. Even Riyan got jumped in the arm. Riyan was a favorite of Akrab and he bragged that he was no better than the Marquis."

"Because I was helped. Thanks to you, I've dropped the ring, it's troublesome."

That said he drops his gaze on the middle finger of his right hand. There was certainly no ring there engraved with the Marquis' crest, a testament to the Lord he always wore. He stares at his fingers a little thinner than only the part of the ring.

"Don't let James piss you off"

"Have you been so violent?

"That's right. Looks like the pills were working, but I think it was only for a moment in the carriage that I lost consciousness. When I try to touch Miss Liliana, that's the kind of momentum that bites me. I've been entrusted with watching, but it's not something I've enjoyed. Such a beast is beyond the reach of such an old body."

No, no, no, no. Just clapping his shoulders, the Duke spewed out purple smoke.

"Phew, but if we bury that marquis, we'll have no problem."

But His Royal Highness Prince Wang will be angry.

"It's a young boy of twenty-six years old, though he's said to be good enough. You can't beat Akrab."

The Duke said no or no, and when he clasped his shoulders, he breathed out the last purple smoke and pressed the shortened cigarette into the ashtray.

"... Sandra"

The Duke opens his mouth with his eyes down.

"That night, the words hung on you determined my heart, and the pain affirmed that my wife did exist in the world. … and how relieved I was"

To an unexpected story I lean my neck.

"Thanks to you, I learned that if I didn't forget the pain, my wife's memory would remain clear. So thank you very much."

The Duke with his face up, smiling quietly.

The scissor-colored eyes dwelt in calm and quiet light everywhere.

I smile to respond to that laugh and return the cup to the saucer.

"I'm not a big deal. More than that, he's still her husband for once. I'll go say hello to the Marquis."

"The opponent is a beast. Let's go, too."

The Duke also rises and his arms are offered to me. Thank you, and leave the room with your hands on that arm.

"I'll see what the product looks like."

Tell the maid I held back at the entrance, and I walk out with the Duke.

The mansion, which had lost its main family, was quiet and creepy somewhere.

Mostly, it's getting cloudy.

The Duke accidentally zeroed as he descended the stairs.

Beyond the large window directly in front of the stairs, as he put it, the cloudy sky was spreading. It was not strange weather whenever it collapsed. Maybe it's going to rain, he groaned, and he moved his leg again, which was stopping to go.

"Uh, shit, come on."

Zingine and wounds hurt all over the body.

"That bastard, you should have chopped off both arms"

I spit out the blood that builds up in my mouth and somehow get up and lean against the wall.

The stone room, which was a reservoir of wine to taste, has no windows, and only the candlestick lights on the wall above its head illuminate the darkness so fine that its eyes are about to crumble. All the wine barrels are sold off, and a few bottles for the transfer of wine, broken or missing, are rolling.

I am tied to the back hand and my legs are tied around my ankles so I can't move well. But the others are not tied up, so it doesn't mean they can't move at all.

I look down on my body. It was scattered and whipped, so my clothes were torn everywhere and my blood seeped. It also hurts the end of the mouth cut to the clap when he was beaten, and it may hurt there but it is not a wound to death. The headache that tormented me in the living room is no longer pretty and refreshing, and now my head is refreshed. Of course, I have all my memories.

Honestly, I'd like to get grounded in Liliana right now, but right now, reflection and regret are all behind us because leaving here is a prerequisite.

This is the Alwyn family. The place they brought me was an unexpected place, but fortunately the Allwin family intervals have something in mind that I thoroughly looked up when protecting Cedric.

Liliana's not here. I resisted when I was unloaded from the carriage, but they took me to a separate room. A sleeping pill that chopped off the right arm of a man named "Jan" who grabbed us and engaged, struggled, but usually didn't work because of a headache, eroded my body and ended up catching me with Liliana.

It was Sandra and the two maids who welcomed me from the carriage.

Sandra was behaving as if she were the Mistress of the Alwyn family, telling the maid to get Liliana in good standing, welcoming the Duke like her husband, and the Duke accordingly.

I, on the other hand, was carried here like luggage by another man at the behest of a man named Jan who had his arm slashed by me, scattered, whipped and beaten. Apparently, he regretted being slashed in the arm. That seemed pretty confident in my own arm, but I'm barely even at Alphonse's feet.

Now, looking around to see what I would do, I bend my body and roll my trousers hem with my mouth, making my lips crawl on the edge of my boot. And just a little bit of a different feel. I bit there and pulled it out. It's a thin knife with a thin but wavy blade like a paper knife. Put it in your mouth and try to cut the rope off your leg. The special blade cleaves the stiff rope one by one.

But just a few moments later I heard footsteps, and I rushed to hide the knife under a broken bottle that was nearby and fell into the floor.

"Good day, Marquis"

What I heard was Sandra's voice. I sharpen my consciousness as I spy on my way out.

The other one, there's a human sign. Probably standing next to Sandra.

"Oh, I think he's dead."

"You must be asleep. My chest is up and down. Perhaps the medicine was still working."

The Duke of Hooksberger appears to be next door, judging by the speech.

"If I had given Margaret to my wife, you would have sat in glory."

"I'm sorry for being such a bad character."

Slowly open your eyes and look back, Sandra looks at this one with a surprised face. The Duke looked down at me with an unchangeable look. It's a good fight with Frederick.

"He woke you up?

"You heard a deaf voice... where's Liliana"

I ask to roar.

Sandra comes over here laughing dull as she leaves the Duke and looks down at me. He glanced at Jan when he realized he was holding the whip he had hung at the entrance in his hand.

"She's in the middle of a dowry."

"She's my wife"

"Not until you leave this mansion. Marry an old corpse enthusiast. She must be beautiful. She stopped breathing."

"You."

If she got up to much content, Sandra backed off a little surprised. Accept her as the Duke gently supports her like that.

"When you get close, you're in danger."

"I didn't think you could get up. I don't think Riyan would have hit hard enough."

"Liliana is my wife! Touch even one finger, and I'll sever that neck from your torso!

Scream to block the conversation between the two. But Sandra leaned her little neck with a grin soaked in joy, laughing ridiculously. Walnut-colored hair falls off her shoulders softly.

"Don't be stupid, you're a prisoner now, aren't you? What can you do? Or... do you want to be punished?

A whip swung up dropped on my shoulder without hesitation. The batin dried sound echoes into the dungeon, with burning pain spreading on his shoulders. But I didn't distract myself from Sandra. Sandra whipped down at me over and over again with a silent smile as she didn't care to keep staring at me like I was going to shoot her.

Oh, I'm sure, Liliana endured this stuff over and over again, and I eat up my teeth and endure pain as I feel my bowels boil in anger.

"... Dear Sandra, Liliana is now in good order"

I hear a woman from across the darkness, and Sandra's hand stops.

"Yes, I am. Look, Sandra. Let's go."

"Well, then, you can't stay put anymore. I need to finish it."

Sandra looks back at me as she throws the whip she had in her hand around it, falling into the floor.

"It's okay, Marquis. I'll only let him see you once at the end when he's all set. By then, she won't be breathing."

"Don't be silly!! I will kill you!!

"I can't. You are an important product of mine. And then gradually, my revenge will come true. I won't let you get in the way."

Sandra, it looks happy, and when she smiles happily, she leaves her hand with the Duke to walk out.

I showered a blatant cursing murmur on its back, but neither Sandra nor the Duke ever looked back.

Batam closed the door, again covered in darkness, and the reservoir, lit only by the lights of the unforgiving candlestick, left me to calm down.

"... Well, come on, let's get out of here"

I shrugged and pulled the rope off my leg, which had almost been cut off.