Chapter 45:

Chapter 45:

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The train arrived at the East Gate.

Angie, who was moving a large box, stopped for a moment. She was a staff member working on the train.

Although the station where the train stopped wasnt crowded, the building, which had cost a lot of money to construct, was quite impressive.

The platform was normally quiet, but today, unusually, it was raining, making the weather quite gloomy.

Angie grumbled and walked quickly.

Huh?

Somewhere, she smelled a forest. To be exact, it was a scent as if she was standing in the middle of a lush forest on a rainy day.

As she was looking around, Angie discovered a person leaning against a pillar outside.

His face was hidden because he was standing in a shaded place, but judging by his silhouette, he seemed to be a tall young man.

Was he watching the rain, or was he out to meet someone?

But the landing platform is on the other side

Unknowingly, Angie had stopped in her tracks and was staring at him.

It seemed like the air in that space was moving slowly.

Strangely, the day was clear, and only the sound of rain could be heard loudly.

In fact, she wasnt the only one who had stopped.

Although they didnt have the courage to approach him and strike up a conversation, people passing through the platform were also frequently glancing in his direction.

Dazed for some reason, Angie was lost in thought there for a while.

What was this scent?

Although the main passengers of the train were affluent commoners and it wasnt common, there were occasional ones.

Passengers who smoked not ordinary tobacco, which had a nasty smell, but cigars with a calming effect and a unique scent.

Angie knew that these were extraordinarily expensive luxuries.

Whether it was the smell of a dense forest or the smell of wet soil was unclear, but Angie knew what to call this scent.

This was because a colleague had told her a few days ago.

Sandalwood.

It was Sandalwood, she recalled, and Angie was a little proud of herself.

Being distracted by the man, Angie reacted a beat later when a strange voice called her from behind.

Excuse me.

Huh?

Angie was startled and turned around.

The person who had stopped her was a stranger.

Are you Angillos Diloph?

Well Yes, I am.

Angie, who was called by her disliked real name after a long time, wore a nervous expression.

However, she soon became a little scared.

Thats because there was no expression on the face of the person who asked her the question.

From his dark skin, he seemed to be of desert origin. Although his impression wasnt particularly fierce, it was somehow scary.

Strangely enough, his face was blurred as if it would be hard to recognize him if they met again. Even though she was looking at his face directly, that was the feeling.

Whats the matter?

I am Hadin. I am looking for a passenger, are you Angillos Diloph who worked on the Aquitaine train six days ago?

Husband.

There was a presence behind her.

Even before turning around, Angie realized who was behind her.

The scent of white sandalwood wafted around her.

It was the man who had been watching the rain for a long time leaning against the pillar.

Angie unconsciously took a deep breath.

He was dressed in unremarkable attire.

The man without any jewelry didnt stand out among the affluent train passengers. Yet, for some reason, she couldnt take her eyes off him.

My lord.

Hadin tried to interject, but the man raised his hand to stop him and smiled.

Did she say that? That shes going to her husband?

Ah yes.

Angie stuttered her response as if she were under a spell.

In fact, she was slightly surprised.

The cold eyes, which had been expressionless all along, had a gentle curve when he smiled. His soft voice was somewhat intimidating.

Angie quickly regained her composure.

She had a hunch. Maybe the woman who introduced herself as Lillian Seneca was lying.

She thought that the identity and name the woman gave could be fake.

And the reason she had boarded the train under a false name was definitely because of this man.

Angie held the box tighter in her arm and took a few steps back with a wary demeanor.

Whether Lillian Seneca was her real name or not, the woman had used a false name and identity to avoid this man.

Angie resolved not to give this man any information. How could she judge whether this man was a stalker chasing after her, or a lover who had been separated by unavoidable circumstances?

Whatever her real identity was, she had been a kind passenger to Angie. Angie wanted to help her.

Im sorry, sir. But I cant disclose any personal information about the passengers.

She managed to say it resolutely, but Angie was quite tense.

You dont need to be on guard. Thats not what I was going to ask.

The man, sharp as a well-honed blade, said calmly.

Angie defensively shrugged her shoulders.

No matter how he tried to coax her, Angie was determined not to say a word.

However, to her surprise, the man didnt ask where she had gone.

Was she safe?

Pardon?

I heard there was an accident.

Ah Yes, thats right.

Thats right. She was on that train.

Angie then realized what the first question would be if you were looking for someone who was on the train that had an accident.

Did she get hurt anywhere?

Angie was taken aback.

For a moment, the mans soft voice asking the question sounded suppressed.

Like someone barely holding onto their emotions.