The Marquess’s Amnesia

Master William was stronger than I thought, of course, because of his work as a knight, I knew. I'm sorry about this moonlight feeling, but that's all that comes out.

Just one swing and the enemies are knocked down and rolled to the floor. The Duke is struggling, too, but even I don't really understand swordsmanship or anything like that when something fundamental is different from William's.

I am hiding in the shadows of my closet so as not to disturb the two of you who are fighting. The Duke bought a shield role in front of me and went down, and beyond that, Master William is serving as the sword.

I'm horrified to hear blood or groans from my enemies, but I'm about a hundred times more afraid of Sandra watching over here than that.

With the knife in one hand, Sandra is staring at me without distracting herself for a moment.

"Uh, I knew it."

"Gu!"

The Duke, who was in front of me at the same time as I heard a voice so fluent that it was out of place, crept out of his knees. The Duke is holding his arms down and there is red blood overflowing through the gaps in his fingers.

"Here, Duke!

Master William, who beat the last one to my scream, immediately tried to rush over here, but noticed a man standing in front of the Duke and his legs stopped.

The man was a very beautiful man with thin, tall lines.

The man, with long black hair in bulk behind his neck, white skin that even stood out in the candlelight, looked down at the Duke as he dripped blood from the tip of his slender sword, but accidentally raised his face slowly.

I felt like my dark eyes, much deeper than at night, only opened up a little when they captured me.

"Surprised. There's a goddess."

"Who are you?"

Master William holds his sword in one hand and approaches us one by one, alerting the man.

"I guess I am. Everyone calls me whatever they want, but my people call me Akrab and the chief. … but a few times as beautiful a wife as I imagined."

Katsun, and there was a shoe noise and a man named Akrab tried to come over here with the Duke by the side.

But a dirty hand in the Duke's blood took Mr. Akrab's arm and slipped his body in so that Mr. William could turn his back on me in that momentary gap. There is a kicking iron and iron bump, and Mr. Akrab shakes off the Duke's arm and flies back with his sword in place.

"She is my wife. Stay away from me, Shiro."

"Ha, Lord Hero, man's jealousy is ugly, huh?

Mr. Akrab said funny as he slapped a ton of his own shoulder with his sword.

"It's ugly and fine. Because I'm not so much of a spare man for her. To connect the goddesses, even heroes don't get alarmed."

"William, you can do your love elsewhere."

Pick up and set up the sword that the Duke was fluttering but falling off.

"Here, Duke."

"It's okay, it's not a dying wound."

The Duke, looking back, smiled gently and turned to the front again.

I have no choice but to believe that word.

"Hey, Aclub. The Lord Hero will give it to you. So get that girl under me."

Master Sandra looks up to him softly with her hands on Mr. Akrab's arm.

"That's a difficult issue. I just came to say goodbye to Lord Hero."

"Don't say I miss you for saying goodbye. You let me tie you to the chain and make you throw up."

Master William told us invincibly and packed the time at once. There was another tall noise of iron and iron bumping together, and Sandra stepped on her buttocks as she stepped on it. The Duke will step back toward me and lay down his sword to shelter me.

Master William twisted his body with a thin sword that approached his neck and kicked it in with his long legs, aiming the other way at his stomach. Mr. Akrab put out his fist aiming at his jaw as he guarded it with his arm. If Master William, who avoided it, rolls out a fierce sword, Mr. Akrab avoids dancing, shuddering, and recirculating. Every time a silver blade hits each other, sparks scatter in the light darkness.

"You're strong. The boulder is nothing but the leader of a black scorpion."

The Duke groaned bitterly.

I do see that you have completely different strengths than the people rolling on the floor.

"Will you be all right, Master William"

"It's okay, your husband is as strong as a monster..."

The Duke fluttered and I rushed to support that arm, but I would sit down with him without being able to support the Duke who had fallen on his knees.

Realizing that there was a lot of blood from my slashed arm, I tied my wound as I took off the gloves covering it to the elbow I had fitted into my arm and asked the Duke.

"Looking good, Gawayne."

Sandra stood in front of me as I looked up.

Looking down at us with a cold smile. I tried to ask Master William for help, but I stunned my mouth realizing that Mr. William's life was in danger if I felt at home for even a moment with a fierce sword trident.

"That guy, he always poisons his sword. It's not like taking a life, but it's like your body's paralyzed and you can't move. He said he likes to kill people."

Fluffy, red lips spinning hard words in a tone that's like even talking about a cute puppy.

"Sandra, stop..."

The Duke does not quit sheltering me with his arms and he is desperately enduring to fall with a sword protruding on the floor with one hand.

"If I stop here, I'll just go up to the headstand. That's how much I've done. I'm aware of that."

"... If you know, don't. As much as Mrs. Liliana is a completely different person from Mrs. Catherine, do you really know that?

Master Sandra, for a moment, looked up at the ceiling after she had turned her gaze to me.

"Well, I knew that a long time ago. But... I can't forgive you."

Closed her eyes and slowly exhaled, Lady Sandra turned to me with a smile on her face.

And just like when I slowly removed the knife, I removed a vial with clear liquid from a hidden pocket under the frill.

"This is the same liquid hanging from your wound."

A hand reaches out to the dovetail for that word. I pressed my hands together there from the top of the dress and looked up at her.

"'Cause it's crazy, isn't it?

"What is it?

"It's not weird that all that kid is protected. Even if I cried and screamed, no one... no one would have helped me."

Sandra smiled sadly and lonely just for a moment, really.

But again, when I tried to look good, a flashing smile was sticking up there.

"I can't go back when I get here. I don't even want to go back."

"Sa, Master Sandra"

I stood up slowly and looked directly at Master Sandra.

For a moment, I felt like I had eyes on Master William, but I take a deep breath and look only at Master Sandra.

"I have no sympathy for the pain and sorrow you have felt. Don't let you understand the pain and fear you've inflicted on me."

I manage to hold onto my necklace and endure my body about to tremble, and I spin the words.

"But if... if you have the slightest mind to think of Cedric, please don't do it for her anymore"

I felt Hazel's eyes shake only slightly.

"Is she a father and a girl?

"............... Yes, it is. Cedric is the son of me and Lymos. You don't look like me or my husband, but you look just like your predecessors. She's like a doll who doesn't dust, doesn't cry, doesn't know if she has emotions or not."

My chest complained of pain.

Cedric, whom I know, is an emotional, sweet, honest, loving child who cries and laughs. The word doll is like an unworthy, adorable child.

But Cedric must have been like a doll who wouldn't give out emotions in front of Master Sandra. By doing so, that young girl may have been protecting her own mind from her parents "indifference.

"I am,"

My heart is going to bug and pop out of my mouth.

"I hate you."

I've never directed a word like this at anyone else.

Anxiety passed my chest as if I had stuck a knife in it.

"Oh, I feel good. I hate you, too. But you were scared of me and you were crying. I liked you."

The dullness will shed a delightful laugh.

I bowed my head deeply towards her like that. I did hear a breathtaking noise as I was surprised.

"But thank you very much for giving birth to Cedric."

Put it between a few beats and I woke up slowly.

And I turned the gentlest smile I could to her.

"I forgive you for everything you have. That's all you are to me anymore."

From Master Sandra's face, the smile disappeared for the first time. A knife fell out of her hand and rolled over the soaked carpet. The Duke called her "Sandra," but Hazel's eyes didn't blink one, staring at me.

"............ don't, don't let go, don't forgive me!!

Her face was ugly and distorted, and I pulled out the bottle of cork and put it overhead. A short distance away, I did hear a guckingly tall noise.

"Never forgive you for taking someone you love from me!!

From there it was as if the flow of time had slowed down.

The Duke grabbed my dress and forced me to sit down, hugging me to shield that body. Ma'am, I did hear Elsa screaming and Frederick and James screaming with her husband. But no one could stop that bottle from zeroing in.

But the contents of the shaken down bottle never cost me, nor a drop to the Duke, and the person standing in front of me took it all.

Cologne, and the bottle rolled over the carpet, and even Master Sandra looked up to the person who opened her eyes and shielded herself - Master William.

"... Damn, you're pointing something at my wife..."

"Master William!

Out of the Duke's arms I call that name as I scream. You were put on your chest from your shoulder, or at the same time that you suppressed it and Mr. William put his face in severe pain and got to your knees, Mr. Frederick and Mr. James, headed by Elsa, have slipped into the room.

Master Sandra retreated as surprised, and hit Mr. Akrab, who swelled his cheeks and bled from the edge of his mouth, for some reason making his expression strong.

"You see, I told you. He said I shouldn't put my hands on it. Unlike you, Miss Liliana is loved."

"How, how... ho"

Red lips trembled in amazement, and something redder than those lips polluted her white skin. The Duke shouted, "Don't look," pressing my face against my shoulder, blocking my vision. For a moment, really for a moment, I felt like a silver knife tip was coming out of her chest.

"You were certainly beautiful. It was my favorite. Harsh and cruel, you are truly beautiful.... but it's inconvenient to keep you alive as you leave this country. - Goodbye, Sandy."

Karan, and there was a knife falling, and a scratch and something fell. Master Alf's "Don't let him get away with it!" At the same time as the cry, the sound of a broken windowsill sounded like it cut through the silence.