Chapter 101: Formatting

Chapter 101: Formatting

The streets of Mereloff were adorned with black ribbons fluttering in the wind, mourning the death of their count. Since word was that he was murdered by a slave, the atmosphere felt more ominous than sorrowful.

Its my first time hearing a nobleman got stabbed to death by his slave. Theres no clue what happened at all.

I heard the count was about to beat his wife, and the slave tried to stop him which led to the scuffle.

Wait, where do I start pointing out whats wrong with that? The count beating his wife? He doted on her like his precious treasure. It seemed the exact opposite.

Thats why no one knows what really goes on between a married couple.

What about the slave then? Is he dead?

Since there was no separate execution, he probably got summarily judged. Crazy bastard, how could he kill his master?

This is just a rumor floating around but apparently the wife and that slave were intimate.

Pfft, thats hilarious! Hahaha!

Im serious! My friend who works at the estate heard it from his friend there. Otherwise why would a slave protect the lady?

Some friend your friend is. What next, friends with the Emperor too?

Whether gathered in groups of three or five, talks never failed to involve the late count, his wife, and the slave Clark. With no official statement from the estate, imaginations ran free.

***

Lady Lien had spent whole days unmoving in her dark bedroom, rendered listless by feelings of powerlessness and deprivation.

Milady, shall I bring up a meal?

No, thats fine.

You skipped dinner last night as well.

Simon, isnt this strange?

At the ladys question, Simon turned her head. Staring vacantly into space, she held her jaw. Simon couldnt bring herself to deny it. Wasnt Lady Lien perfectly commanding Mereloff after Sir Zegas death and Dives imprisonment?

However

Rather than strange, you dont exactly look happy.

Lady Lien faintly smiled at Simons reply. This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.

Indeed. That was exactly why it felt strange. Her husband whom she got beaten by day after day was dead, yet her mood remained unsettled. It felt like when she had chopped down her mothers tree to run away.

Has the decision been made to send Dive to Tuloon?

The leader Cheol heading out this time chose Toorlun. Its the ideal time. He said if you send Dive right away, theyll depart immediately via carrier pigeon.

Lady Lien groped the side table for cigarettes. After her husband died that day, she acquired the severe habit of smoking up to ten per day.

Hows the payment?

A 100-gold advance payment, another 100 gold on commencement.

Better than I expected. I thought it would exceed 1000.

The lady nodded, satisfied. Then exhaled cigarette smoke with a huff, murmuring.

Simon, tell Cheol I accept his offer.

Yes, Milady.

Except not one but two people will be going.

Two people?

With Lady Liens silence, Simon realized the second person was Clark. It was to appoint the overseer Ian had suggested. She desperately wanted to believe it was the best option.

Anyway if imperial investigators come, he should avoid them. Itll be better for him to disappear to Toorlun and take care of Dive, then come back quietly and

Come back and live together?

The lady felt like she was walking an obscured path. While the next step ahead was visible, the distant destination remained completely out of sight.

Dives servant will remain at the estate?

Yes, Milady.

Getting rid of an abandoned servant was childs play. The lady lay in bed for a long while, inhaling cigarette smoke.

When does Sir Ian depart for the capital?

Next week. And hell visit today to finalize the contract.

Hes waiting downstairs.

Ill head right down.

At Hannahs summons, Ian hurriedly exited the room. As Hannah also turned to leave, her eyes met Berics head-on.

Sir Beric? Whats the matter?

Youre going to Mereloff too?

Yes, we probably wont be back until late tonight.

For a while now Hannah had been crossing over to Mereloff for various lessons from Lady Liens head attendant. While book learning could be done here, she absolutely required someone to teach her basic etiquette and estate management skills properly.

Did something happen?

Nah, its nothing much. Just, doesnt Ian seem more tired lately?

The unexpected remark made Hannahs eyes grow round. There certainly had been more work than usual these days. Felt like there were several nights in a row he didnt get to sleep.

Youre right, he does. And he keeps leaving food uneaten.

Hannah furrowed her brow, mulling it over, then clawed at her hair in shock. Despite Berics bewildered gaze, she only mumbled to herself.

Oh my gosh! A head attendants fundamental virtue is vigilance over her masters health and comfort! Heavens. Have I been neglecting that?

Hannah, you okay?

No matter how busy I am, could I be busier than Sir Ian?! Than me?!

Whoa, why are you like this. Its creepy.

I need to start taking better care of him from tonights dinner on! Thank you Sir Beric! Ill work hard until the day I become a perfect head attendant!

Eyes blazing with fighting spirit, Hannah raised her fist. Beric awkwardly returned her vigor. Then as he watched her dart off swiftly, he flopped down on his back.

When they get busy, they definitely start losing it, huh.

Before heading out the main gate, Hannah made a beeline straight for the dining hall instead.

Chef Mandar! Im going to Mereloff but please, please prepare very nutritious dishes starting tomorrow until Sir Ian comes up for meals!

Hannah? What happened all of a sudden?

Sir Ian seems worn down lately. He looks tired, anyway, pork, duck, beef! You know? Im heading out!

Whoosh!

The kitchen was left spinning as if swept by a typhoon. A maid doing the dishes inside cautiously peeked out.

Whats Hannah saying?

She gotta secure some meat from the village. For Sir Ians health.

Huh? Sir Ian? Is he sick somewhere?

Sir Ian is sick? Where?

Rumors swirled in moments. Ian looks tired soon transformed into Ian is sick or even is severely ill. What a servant mentioned while out in the village drove the nail in.

Lately Sir Ian has been overexerting himself so

Whaaat?!

Stomp stomp stomp!

At that moment, in the carriage bound for Mereloff. Ian suddenly couldnt stand the irritation in his ears.

Beric, are you badmouthing me?

He wrinkled his brow for no reason, rubbing his ears. Across from him, Romandro worriedly asked.

Whats the matter?

No, it just feels a bit uncomfortable.

Oh thats right. Other things were roughly settled by letter, but there was no decision regarding the counts funeral.

While the overall schedule was easily aligned, the counts funeral arrangements still remained undecided. Staring out the window, Ian rubbed his chin. In the distance, Mereloff came into view. The skies were overcast, seeming ready to pour snow at any moment.

They probably intend a quiet service with no one the wiser.

Huh? No one the wiser?

Just like the ladys secret wedding. Thats why they waited for winter, no?

A funeral that no one would come to or even know about.