Translator: Khan
Editor Group: Liber Reverie
However, it had been his mistake as he had come to meet at first without making an appointment. So the Marquis had lightly passed it over, and when he thought about it again, he felt that the Crown Prince of the empire would not come to see him in a simple matter, so he listened to Vika.
âHis Highness said he wanted to confirm something.â
âWhat is it?â
âItâs about your son.â
â⦠my son?â
âDoes it mean Chloe?â Even recently, Chloe had caused trouble and her wife had been lying down. When he remembered it and frowned, Vika continued to talk, clearing his throat.
âYes. There is a lady in the empire that looks exactly like your son. I canât guarantee that I can only confirm it with a portrait, but itâs very similar to the face painted on that portrait anyway.â
ââ¦What do you mean?â
âYou should check her face once, but His Highness said, âDidnât his son have his descendant right in the empire?â
At the words, the Marquis of Piast frowned even more.
âChloe? Did he get his offspring in the empire? What a ridiculous nonsense! Why canât I hand my title to him?â Thinking again, even though he knew it sounded ridiculous, he couldnât help but recall the name that Vika had mentioned. It was because nothing more could be done for his son.
âI didnât say Chloe was my son in the first place⦠What does the Crown Prince know?â
He had been surprised at a moment and exchanged a few words, but in the end, it had sounded ridiculous and he had finished the conversation. âHow did he know about Chloe and claim that he had a child?â Nevertheless, his mouth tickled because he wanted to turn the carriage.
He kept thinking about Vikaâs words that there was nothing to lose with his confirmation. If he only confirmed as he said, it was not a loss. He didnât think it was possible, but if the lady was Chloeâs child, as Vika had said, the woman his son had missed so much would be there with the lady. And if it was true, she would be his granddaughter.
âIs it better to turn the wagon too?â
Looking out the window, the carriage was already approaching his quarters. He felt the speed slowing. Of course, if it stopped, it was reversible, but he was impatient.
âIsnât that the king Lohan told everything to the Crown Prince?â
It was possible. For convenience, he had told Lohan about his private matter. Nothing was as insignificant as to doubt his lord, but it wasnât Lohan, but the previous King of Croa, who had promised to keep the secrets of Chloe and Violet. Therefore, he was not in a position to regret if Lohan had spoken the secret. Of course, he was not so easy to uncover his secret, but it was one of the possibilities.
âWeâre here.â
While so worried about his complex feelings, the carriage stopped and the voice of the driver was heard from the outside. The driver had been employed directly in the empire, but now it was a somewhat familiar voice.
He was hired for a short period of time without revealing his identity, but the driver was a competent person who responded intimately without compromising his status and force in the Marquis of Piast. Even if it wasnât the report of the driver, the Marquis could see that he had arrived in a view out of the window, but could not get off.
â⦠Weâre here.â
When he had no answer and no signs, the driver again announced the arrival. After sitting for a while, he decided that it would be a good idea to check it.
âIâm sorry, but thereâs a place to go.â
âYes. Please speak.â
As the driver replied casually, the Marquis of Piast hesitated a bit and then told the destination.
âGo to the mansion of Count Layers.â
âYes, sir.
The Marquisâs instruction made a busy footstep, and the carriage soon set off for a new destination.
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âMr. Vika. Mr. Piast came to see you. What should I do?â
âPiastâ¦?â
âThe Marquis of Piast?â He was just waiting for him, so Vika was pleased and ordered his servant to let him come in. He had informed the Crown Prince that the Marquis had secretly visited the empire, and he had been urged to confirm the truth. The Crown Prince had had an urgent face.
âI confirmed it through the portrait, but I want to make sure through blood. If it turns out to be true, I wonder how those who have ignored her will change.â
Vika, who recalled the words of the Crown Prince, was also curious about the changes of others. Even though she had great ability, they still neglected her as they mentioned about her origin.
It wasnât just that he was fond of Aria and wanted them to regret and change their attitude. He simply wanted to consume the dual attitude of the nobility as entertainment. The daughter of a vulgar prostitute was found out that she was the blood of the Marquis family. âIs there anything more interesting than this?â Soon afterward, Vika greeted the Marquis with a very happy face, who was coming into his mansion.
âI havenât seen you in a long time, Marquis Piast. Did you find her?â
Knowing that the Marquis came to him because he couldnât find her, Vika archly greeted the Marquis. It was similar to a scorn that he should have listened to him seriously from the beginning. It was the Marquis that was a little uncomfortable, but he answered without saying a complaint as he himself was sorry.
âNo, unfortunately, I didnât find her. So I came to you. Wasnât the conversation we talked about quite interesting?â
Even after looking for her in the capital for a long time, he could not find the shadow of the woman Chloe had been looking for, and he hurried to the point. Vika also wanted to make a satisfactory report to the Crown Prince, so he no longer found fault with his remark and answered straight away.
âWould you like to go check her face?â
âIf possible, right now.â
âGood. Itâs easy. Itâs a matter of saying that I come to see the Count who is lying down.â
And meanwhile, it meant checking her face. It was the least cumbersome and easy way to check her face. he didnât know if the Marquis had a good idea, but the Marquisâs face brightened a little.
âWeâd better leave right now. Before the sun goes down.â
âI will.â
Both Vika and the Marquis were in a hurry, so they didnât delay and went straight to the mansion of Count Roscent. There was nothing good to move separately, so the Marquis returned his carriage to the lodge and accompanied him in Vikaâs carriage.
Not too far, but the road seemed to be far away. As a result, the Marquis was nervous and his lips were dry, and he could not say anything. So quietly and quickly, they reached the mansion of Count Roscent, and Cain, busy with his business, had not yet returned home. The mansion was rather noisy because of the soldiers from Croa, and the Countess welcomed them in an elegant manner.
âWhat brings you here?â
âI was anxious about the Count. Iâm sorry for the late time.â
âNo. By the way, who is this?â
âOh, he is my acquaintance from far away. We visited together because he had been favored by the Count in the past.
âOh, really? My husband seems to have piled virtue in many ways. Nice to meet you.â
The Countess greeted the Marquis of Piast with the bright smile in a courtesy.
âHe may not remember me because it was very gracious for a moment, but Iâve been worried and visit. Forgive my rudeness.â
âItâs not rude. He canât move freely, so he just waits for someone to visit.â
The Marquis glanced over the face of the Countess in detail, as she answered.
Blonde hair, green eyes, and a beauty. She was consistent with the appearance his son had always had in his mouth. It had been difficult for Chloe to identify exactly because he had no talent for painting, but the rumor was that she was a former prostitute. It was quite possible that she was the woman Chloe had been looking for.
âHe is in the room. Unfortunately, his legs donât move at all, so he canât come out. How poor he is.â
To explain her husbandâs unfortunate condition, the Countess, who had spoken out a rather unscrupulous sentiment as if talking about someone elseâs, led Vika and the Marquis to the Countâs room. There, Vika and the Marquis, who saw the state of the Count in bed, swallowed a shocked breath.