Chapter 99

It must have been that Caveran, who had failed to kill Gideon and Finn before, had prepared well. The number of assassins was considerable, as well as their skills compared to before.

Derek turned behind him and slashed the enemy that was aiming at his back. He also dealt with an assassin who was trying to attack Tommy from the side. Derek and Tommy turned their backs to each other and looked around.

“It’s not an ordinary skill. Who the hell is involved in this?”

Tommy, who had received the request in a rough way, asked him.

However, Derek said nothing. He looked around the other mercenaries. There were two people lying down, and the rest were also struggling to deal with the enemies.

“Can you take them on a horse?”

“Who? Those people in the carriage…?”

To his question, Tommy said it was impossible. Derek seemed to have made the same judgment as Tommy.

He asked just in case though it seemed like he had to deal with all these assassins in the end. Meanwhile, two of the assassins were seen approaching the carriage. Derek fixed his sword and ran towards it.

Derek, who had dealt with one man at a time, turned his head to see a tall man entering the carriage. Even though he hurriedly turned to the place and ran, the man entered the carriage first.

Bright red blood was splattered inside the carriage.

* * *

“Hehe.”

The pleasant sound of Brielle’s laughter echoed through the bedroom.

“When did she bring this?”

It was because of the teddy bear he met as soon as he opened his eyes. As he hugged the teddy bear, perhaps it had been washed, a pleasant scent filled his nostrils. Even though it was still an unfamiliar room, just one teddy bear made him feel at ease.

Brielle, who had been rolling around on the bed, hugging the teddy bear for a while, finally got up and sat down. When he saw the hair that stabbed his eyes, he felt like he should tell Marie to cut it off.

“Young Master.”

As soon as he thought about it, Marie appeared, causing another laugh to burst out of Brielle’s mouth.

“Why are you so happy in the morning?”

She approached the child’s place and gave him a morning kiss, and Brielle hugged her tightly.

“I have to cut my bangs.”

“Yes, it’s grown a lot.”

Marie ran her fingers and stroked the back of Brielle’s head. His fine hair tangled pleasantly into her fingers.

“I’ll cut it later in the day. First of all…”

Marie, who smiled playfully, pulled Brielle away from her for a moment. Then, she turned her gaze to the rubber band hanging from her wrist.

“Marie… You just looked very mean. What’s the matter?”

Meanwhile, Brielle, unaware of her plans, just tilted his head and asked.

* * *

“Brielle, are you in?”

Kentrail put his morning work aside for a while to find his nephew. It was to ask if he had a good breakfast or if there was any pain again. Entering the child’s room with a knock, he soon turned red. He had to bite his own lips tight.

“…Uncle, you better just laugh.”

Having said that, Brielle stared at him with eyes full of a sense of betrayal.

“Haha, Brielle is so cute.”

Brielle, who had rolled his bangs up his forehead and tied it up, was really round. The baby fat was particularly prominent on his face, and the convex forehead added to his cuteness.

“Marie said it was cool!”

Marie wanted to tie his hair after a long time. She remembered the old days when Brielle was moving with his bangs tied. However, now that he was all grown up and he refused that. He only gave it a try after Marie kept telling Brielle he would be really cool.

At that moment, Kentrail entered the room.

He also gazed at the child with eyes full of nostalgia, perhaps because it reminded him of the old Brielle. He always wanted the child to grow up, though now, he missed the child Brielle used to be, and it was a pity to think that this present figure would soon disappear.

It was the same with Marie, so just by looking at Kentrail’s face, she seemed to know what he was thinking.

“This time, Young Master, how about cutting your hair yourself?”

“Me?”

Brielle’s hair was always Marie’s division. At first, she cut it straight, but as she improved, she was able to cut according to the child’s head plausibly. It was the same hairstyle every time, though.

“…Uncle?”

The child asked her as if he didn’t trust her. That stimulated Kentrail.

“I’ll cut it for you.”

The butler who had come to Kentrail sighed and had no choice but to prepare to cut Brielle’s hair. Finally, looking for a sunny spot, the child swung a white cloth and sat down.

“Brielle, let’s start. Don’t move.”

Kentrail held up the scissors and asked Brielle over and over again.

“Oh my, uncle. The sun will set like this.”

“Okay…”

Afraid of the child going to get hurt, a careful hand began to cut Brielle’s hair. The sound of hair being cut in an instant filled the room. Marie gazed at them from the side and smiled happily. It was nice to see the two of them together.

However, she noticed something strange.

“Count.”

“Why?”

While he was concentrating for a while, Marie looked at him and called him curiously.

“Can you look at the Young Master’s shoulder and the floor now?”

He turned to Marie’s words. The hair, cut to lengths no longer than the nails of Brielle’s little finger, was scattered on the floor.

“Ah…”

If he was cutting this length, he should cut it again and again. He cleared his neck in embarrassment. Brielle, worried that his uncle would mess up his hair, saw it and burst into laughter.

“My God, Uncle! I’m not moving, so don’t worry and cut it.”

“….”

Kentrail started cutting the child’s hair again, with both his ears red. Iit was only over after it took three times as long as when Marie cut it.

* * *

Brielle stretched his shoulders and went to the dining room for dinner. There, Ellie came first and was waiting.

“Huh? The Young Master’s head…”

A smile bloomed on Ellie’s face when she saw Brielle.

“It’s because of uncle.”

Kentrail, who had been following the child into the dining room late, coughed in vain. Knowing the reason, Marie had to go up and unknown when she would come down. The biggest problem occurred while he was wondering if he had finished the hair well.

As he was approaching Brielle’s front to cut his bangs, he was so nervous that he cut Brielle’s eyebrows while cutting the bangs, too. Flustered by this, he lifted Brielle’s bangs upwards and cut his hair straight and cut in that state which ended up being too short.

Marie and Brielle’s reactions, who watched the situation in dismay, were markedly different.

While Brielle burst into tears, saying his uncle should take responsibility, Marie burst out laughing because the child looked cute.

Kentrail was taken aback by Brielle and apologized again and again, but the boy’s heart didn’t go away until he came to dinner.

“Brielle.”

Brielle, who did not pay attention to his uncle’s voice, who called him bitterly, silently ate only the food that was his share.

“Young Master, you are cute.”

Brielle, more grumpy at Ellie’s words, puffed up both cheeks. However, it looked like a small, plump bird flying in the garden, and everyone burst into laughter. As the child’s eyes grew even sharper, a smile spread on the faces of the maids who brought the food and the chef who came to see if the food was delicious.

* * *

Kentrail, who had been watching Brielle sleep, sighed in his office.

It was clear that he was far from being able to cut hairs.

However, when he thought of Brielle with his short bangs cut, he smiled automatically. It really felt like a smile after a long time. He liked that feeling and gently closed his eyes. And he was just about to tilt his head back.

A knock came. Then, Taylor opened the door to the office and came in. He must have been in the dungeon, so when he entered, a musty smell wafted out.

“What’s going on?”

“Eujes opened his mouth.”

Hearing those words, Kentrail got up from his seat. The opposite air in the morning and in the afternoon began to revolve around the mansion.

“I think it would be better to hear it for yourself.”

“Let’s go now.”

With clenched fists, Kentrail walked out of the office with Taylor. After passing through the long hallway and going down the stairs to reach the first floor, he quickly walked to the entrance of the prison guarded by the knights.

After he nodded to the knights who greeted him, he began to descend to the place full of the smell Taylor had given off.

The knight leader was guarding Eujes’ side.

“You have something to say?”

Eujes couldn’t eat properly, so he was completely different from when he entered the prison. He nodded his head helplessly.

“What is that?”

“How much do you believe in His Majesty now?”

Eujes raised his head and looked at Kentrail. Kentrail just stared at him, unmoved.

“Is that what you want to say?”

Eujes, who thought that the King card was a great thing, was rather surprised. This was because it was a card to be used as a last resort.

“…Didn’t you hear me?”

Kentrail passed it over as if it was nothing special.

“You should have done it a little sooner to say that. You’re trying to say that the person who ordered you is Caveran, and that His Majesty is ignoring it.”

“….”

Eujes looked surprised. It was because he never imagined he would hear what he was trying to say through Kentrail’s mouth. He thought that Kentrail was unmoving, but in fact, he was biting the flesh of his own mouth.

‘…It was just a guess. Was it true?’

However, there were still some doubts. He thought the King caught Caveran’s weakness. Why was Caveran acting as if he had caught the King’s weakness instead?

Kentrail turned around coldly as if there was no need to listen to Eujes anymore. At the same time, the anger towards the king, who continued to call him his close friend, began to rise. He had to know where everything was tied up at first.

As Kentrail had just left prison, news arrived that the carriage carrying Brielle’s aunt, who held the key, had finally arrived in the capital.