The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

"What the hell are you..."

"Let's talk about it in detail before we pay for that terrible injury."

Jean supported Alfred by removing the chains and shackles entangled in Alfred with Monica and falling in.

"I think there was a bed in the guardroom."

"In the meantime, shall we go to the guard room"

Jean turns to Alfred's right side to support his body.

Trying to get around to the left because that wasn't enough, Monica controlled me by hand.

"Master Julianna is also an injured person. I'll support him."

"Thank you, Monica"

Monica supports Alfred from the left and heads to the guard room.

The guard room was not an extra luxurious room, but it was a cleaner place than it was in the cell.

Put Alfred to bed that would be for one.

"It's a nutrient. Your body may not accept solids, so drink this."

That being said, Jean took out a bottle with a suspicious liquid of dark green.

Alfred is staring.

... It looks like it's creepy to see.

Alfred nodded as he gave up, albeit temporarily grinding.

Jean gives Alfred a little nutrient in careful motion.

In the meantime, me and Monica fish the guard room and look for something to use.

"I found cloth in clothes for adult men"

This way, I found some preserved food.

"Should I wipe my body first?

"Right. Jean, do you have any disinfectant?

"I have... honestly, I don't feel comfortable. Besides, I'm not a doctor... so I can't see Mr. Alfred. Sorry I'm useless."

I smile bitterly at Jean for saying it with a dark face, while I glance at the column clock provided in the room.

The time is 21: 00. It's time for business to be done.

"Jean, you're not useless or anything. It is not something that darklessly degrades you. Or are you calling me incompetent, appreciating you far away?

"Oh, you don't think so!!

Waving his hands around, Jean desperately denied it.

... Quite an interesting guy.

"Let's just say that. So, Monica, Jean. Aren't you supposed to get out of here?

"It's okay. Actually... after Miss Julianna was taken away, I talked to Miriam. So I told you that I was in an accomplice relationship with Master Julianna. I'm sorry."

"Fine. Go on."

"Yes, Miriam helped me not to be distracted by Martha Dorm Manager and others when I looked for where Master Julianna was imprisoned. It seemed to me that Wang Du Church was doing something bad. So I'm not a vengeful person, I'm just an apprentice nurse recognized"

"Miriam was a child sensitive to rumors... Monica, can you get Dr. Claude for me? He can be trusted as a doctor."

"Yes, sir."

"And Jean. Can you bring me some medicine for what I'm missing?

"I have stockpiles in the dorm room. I'll get them!

"Please, both of you. I hereby give Alfred his allowance."

Monica and Jean leave the guard room.

The guard room is equipped with a simple kitchenette, which also goes through the water supply.

I creep up the water, and cleave the cloth Monica found.

"... you let those two leave, didn't you?

"Right. What I need to talk to you about."

"Why is a big guy like you here? Marquis Julianna Lewis"

"Oh, you knew me?

"There's no nobleman who doesn't know you. And if you look at the color of those eyes, you'll immediately know it's you."

"Yes, but can you change the color of your eyes?

"That's why..."

When I hit Alfred's arm with a cloth containing water, the pain distorted his face.

"Mind? But be patient. Because it hurts more when you disinfect it."

"Don't be nasty... Was the rumor of a gentle and gentle courtier a lie"

"What if, before you say anything about me, you speak like a knight?

"It's not even my job, but can I have that kind of trouble?"

"I'm the same."

I get down to business wiping Alfred's body.

"Your sister... I saw Nina die."

"... let me know more"

"In Sabat, which is taking place in the Church of the King's Capital, after nine children were shown to be killed, they remained hostage to feelings of fear by the First Father... and were skewered with spears."

"... you'd still have something to hide, wouldn't you?

Alfred pursues you suspicious of me for saying so much along the way.

"... Nina said, 'Brother Al, help me' before she died"

"Right."

It was Alfred fixing his faceless expression, but there was blood coming from his chewed lips.

I wipe it with a cloth in my hand.

"All I could do was watch those children die. Sorry for the lack of strength."

"... I'm the one lacking strength. By the time I realized, my sister had been decided to die in an accident and had been sold to Wang Metropolitan Church. I couldn't notice the murder of my parents blinded by gold. I couldn't protect my sister..."

Alfred in tears. I'm sure you're saddened by your helplessness.

I did not say to Alfred what was convenient about saying "you are not bad" cheaply.

'Cause it's something you might have avoided if you had the strength.

I should have done this then. If only I had the strength.

The Avengers, they all continue to regret it.

And sometimes, you hate yourself more than your vengeful opponent.

"Nina must have loved you. The name you call at the end is something special. When I heard about you being captured by Wang Du Church, I thought I'd help you because you were Nina's favorite. I couldn't help Nina, my mere self-satisfaction. … and I am forcing you to live Nina as a shield"

When I heard from Cornelia at the Knights Awards ceremony about a poor knight who infiltrated the King's Capital Church to avenge his sister, Alfred was convinced that I approached the Duke of McMillan as Cardia.

And I streamed my information and induced him to let me catch him.

If it's true, when I got to where Alfred was imprisoned, it was my plan to defeat those who came to get me and help Alfred.

But it was the Red Wolf and Martha who came to capture me.

My plan was brilliantly insane and imprisoned.

... while I'm at it, the Marquis' unconscious, sloppy plan.

You should have been right to ignore Alfred, but all I can say is foolishness, such as going into danger yourself.

I am not as good as those around me say. Because he's such a fool.

"... Nina, won't you allow me to die? Even if you took revenge on the parents who sold Nina and the priest who killed her."

"I don't know Nina. Hey, Alfred. You know Nina was the one who wanted her brother dead."

"... I don't want it. But forgive them... we can't even live!

"Unfortunately, you cannot avenge it. Then... will you deposit your vengeance with me?

With that said, Alfred looked at me with a surprised face.

"I am a nobleman of the three pillars of the royal family. So it may not be the way you want it to be. But... I swear to God I'm going to hell with the demons. For this reason, for seven years… I have lived"

"Are you sure... you'll take Nina's revenge?

"Even if you bet on this life, you must"

I look into Alfred's eyes and swear in pride.

"Well, thank you..."

So he groaned, and Alfred let go of consciousness.

Make sure that Alfred's breathing, lying still, is regular and relieved.

It's weirder to have all these injuries and to remain conscious.

Alfred's mind and body were craving rest, but he couldn't trust us completely, so he must have remained desperately conscious.

"... you did your best. Now rest your body."

I spoke softly to Alfred, who sleeps, and I resumed my allowance.