Chapter 46:

Chapter 46:

Ah yes. She was fine. She didnt receive any treatment, so she must not have been injured.

Okay. Thats enough.

The man nodded lightly, turned around with a straightforward attitude.

Angie watched his back for a moment before calling out without realizing it.

Excuse me, sir!

Will it be okay?

Angie, who quickly followed the man, ended up telling him all the information she knew.

She had a ring, so when I asked, she said her husband was working at the east gate. She got off at Roadel, so she probably went to Carcassonne or somewhere around there.

It wasnt much information.

This, this is all I know

Thank you for your cooperation.

The man who had been quietly listening thanked her politely, nodded his head and left.

Then.

Hadin, too, politely bowed and followed the other man out of the station.

Even after they left, Angie couldnt leave her place for a long time. Holding a box in a daze, Angie recalled a critical fact.

I remembered.

Why the sandalwood scent was familiar.

Sandalwood belonged to a rather expensive scent.

It was impossible for Angie, who had no interest in luxury items like fragrances, to know what sandalwood was.

Nevertheless, the reason Angie asked her colleague what the scent was because of a passenger a few days ago.

A woman who didnt talk much and had a shadowy atmosphere.

The faint sandalwood scent wafted from her wrist and the hem of her clothes, just like the man just now.

Angie hoped that she hadnt done the worst thing to that nameless passenger.

* * *

Carcassonne.

The thought that it was likely Juliet came first.

My lord.

Hadin followed quickly with an umbrella. Lennox was still lost in thought until they climbed into the carriage parked on the quiet roadside in the rain.

Hadin, who had folded the umbrella, followed him into the carriage.

A festival of the dead.

Lennox easily recalled the reason Juliet would have gone to Carcassonne.

Several times, Juliet habitually talked about the festival held in Carcassonne.

People wear bright masks and parade to prevent death from finding them.

She hated noisy places, but she liked those festivals. But he never thought about it deeply. Even though she said she wanted to visit it someday, she never asked him to take her or if she could go with him.

That was always the way with Juliet Monad.

It was strange that he didnt notice it sooner.

In retrospect, it was a boundary-setting behavior. Instead of sending a hopeful look, expecting something, Juliet talked about what she wanted to do after leaving his side.

At some point, Juliet put him outside the line. And the line blurred his judgment. Despite the fact that he was the one who drew the line asking not to expect more.

Lennox fumbled with the object clenched in his hand out of habit.

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But at that time, Hadin considered it a completely separate, unrelated issue.

For example, he thought Duke Carlyle might have ordered the investigation of the son of the Bowman family to find a business weakness.

This was because the Lennox Carlyle he knew wasnt interested in his lovers past.

He was unscrupulous in his use of people, yet on the other hand, he was indifferent to his lover. It didnt matter who her past fiance was or who she got along with.

Whether to say its eerily impartial or terrifyingly fair.

But since that day, Lennox had nothing to do with the Bowman House. He never mentioned Vincente Bowman again, not even in passing.

Therefore, Hadin had forgotten about Vincente Bowman over the past few years.

Find him.

Who are you referring to?

Just a few days ago. Until, that is, just before the owner of the blue room, who seemed to hold his position forever, fled from the Dukes mansion.

And then Hadin learned some quite surprising news about Vincente Bowmans recent circumstances.

A few years ago, up until the last time he collected information, Vincente Bowman was a promising young military man with a pretty decent career.

While its a bit awkward to call it a career path, he was steadily progressing on a relatively good promotion track.

He wasnt outstanding but his family background was decent, his abilities were acceptable, and he seemed to be a talent who could aim for a fairly high position in a few years.

In borrowed terms, he was something like a promising talent with a promising future.

However, Vincente Bowman suddenly veered off the standard track right after that and was transferred to a remote outpost in the East.

Being suddenly dispatched to the East was an extremely rare case.

And the time Vincente Bowman was sent away from the capital to the East exactly coincided with the time Hadin had delivered the information about him at the request of Duke Carlyle.

Hadin couldnt dispel a reasonable suspicion that Duke Carlyle was involved in this affair.

In fact, when he checked again recently, Vincente Bowman was severely addicted to gambling, drowning in gambling debts, cut off from his family and struggling.

Hadin was confused. From the beginning, his job was not to judge but to execute orders as received.

Despite this, Hadin couldnt judge whether his masters suspicions were valid or whether he was blinded by momentary emotions.

A wedding ring.

A well-shaped hand gently tapped the window frame.

Its strange. I never gave such a thing.

Lennox knew exactly what he was angry about.

Three years ago, when he first learned of the existence of Vincente Bowman.

What made him the angriest was not Marquis Bowman, who opened his mouth without knowing the topic, or his pathetic son.

He was angry at Juliet, who said nothing.

Three years had passed, but nothing had changed. The one who still made him the most anxious was that woman.

Juliet Monads social circle was surprisingly narrow. There was hardly any trace of contact with anyone, showing how quietly she lived even in the North.

In Juliets overly clean interpersonal relationships, if you were to pick a man who had any contact with her in the past or present, there was only one.

My lady doesnt know how to be greedy.

If Juliet Monad had been greedy, it would have been much easier.

He could have decided whether to lose interest and discard her, or become frustrated at not having her and break her.

His eyes opened slowly, and the man filled with grief was nowhere to be seen, and his usual cold face returned.

The man reflected in the clear window looked like a finely honed sword.

Lets go.

Where shall I take you?

Lennox gave a bitter laugh and answered briefly.

To Carcassonne.