Isella quickly ducked down. It was Carynne. She calmed her pounding heart and hoped they would pass by quickly. She wasnât ready to face Carynne yet.
But the two continued their conversation right above her.
âMiss Isella has been missing since this morning. I had something to discuss with herâ¦â
âActually, I had an appointment with Miss Isella today, but she didnât show up, so I came here.â
âWhat? She has an appointment with you, Sir Zion?â
Oops.
The person speaking with Carynne was Zion. Isella realized that she had forgotten her date with Zion because she had been so preoccupied with Carynne. They were supposed to visit an artistâs salon together today. Isella felt resentful toward Carynne.
âWhen did you last see her?â
âWell, we visited the hospital together yesterday⦠Miss Isella said she would head back first⦠When I came out, she was already gone⦠Oh my, I havenât seen her since.â
âAre you saying she didnât come back last night?â
Zionâs voice grew urgent.
Isella was flustered, wondering if she should stand up and announce her presence with âIâm right hereâ. But she felt embarrassed about getting up now after hiding.
âYes, itâs really worrying. Should we report her missing?â
âMaybe we should contact the Evans estate.â
âOh dear, perhaps we should. Iâll send a telegram to the estate and head to report her missing.â
No!
Isella panicked but couldnât get up even as she heard Carynneâs footsteps fading away. What should she do? What should she say?
âIsella, you can come out now.â
ââ¦â¦â
âI can see youâ¦â
âYesâ¦â
Isella stood up, her face turning bright red. Zion looked at her with a mix of confusion and concern. She regretted not standing up earlier, but there was no turning back time. Zion moved with Isella to a more secluded spot.
ââ¦â¦â
ââ¦Actually, Miss Carynne signaled to me with her finger. She could see you, too.â
âI-Is that so?â
Isellaâs face stiffened. She had been avoiding them, but they had both noticed. Carynne would surely ask her about it later. What should she say?
ââ¦Is something wrong?â
âActuallyâ¦â
Isella tried to speak but found herself at a loss for words.
âThe thing isâ¦â
She wanted to confess immediately and defer the decision. If it were a simple matter of a romantic relationship, she would have told him straight away.
But the issue was too big. No matter how much she liked Sir Zion, she couldnât reveal that Carynne, an unmarried woman, was pregnant. It was too sensitive a matter.
âIsella, come here.â
Seeing that Isella couldnât speak, Zion took off his coat and laid it on the ground. He then gestured for her to sit.
When Isella hesitated and sat on the coat, Zion plopped down next to her on the bare ground.
âBut the ground is dirty.â
âItâs fine. This coat is easy to wash.â
ââ¦Alright.â
Zion plucked a rose from a nearby bush and handed it to Isella. When she accepted it, he asked,
âDo you despise me?â
âWhat? Why?â
âBecause I plucked this rose. Isnât it strange to give something that isnât mine?â
âNo.â
Isella shook her head.
Zion smiled and skillfully placed the rose in her hair.
âI actually donât have any money.â
ââ¦I know.â
âBefore I came, I thought about what gift would suit you, but nothing came to mind. In fact, Iâve been thinking about it for a long time. But all I confirmed was that I have very little to offer.â
Compared to Isella, Zion was just a poor commoner. Isellaâs affection for him was based purely on his appearance. He wasnât like Raymond, who had noble blood and usefulness. It was an unstable and fleeting affection.
âBut I want to listen to your story earnestly. Even if thatâs all I can do, I want to give my best. I want to listen and think about it together with you. Will you allow me to do that?â
* * *
âSir Raymond, arenât you being a bit too careless these days? Where were you last month? I had something for you to do.â
Marquis Penceir sat in the restaurant, looking at Raymond with cold eyes.
Raymond, who had not even taken a seat yet, stopped in his tracks. He had suspected something was wrong ever since the marquis contacted him, but to be spoken to like this before even sitting down meant the marquis was very upset.
âI apologize, Marquis. I had matters to resolve with my brother at that time.â
Raymond answered in a slightly awkward voice, thinking about his brother. In the past, when he had no memory, he couldnât give up on his brother for a long time. He had believed that his brother would someday return to his good self.
However, after remembering his brotherâs constant deaths over more than a hundred iterations, he could give up quickly. Thinking only of Carynne was enough, and more than anything, he thought it was better to quickly give up on those who needed to be given up on.
âIf itâs Baron Saytes, I understand. Has his condition improved?â
ââ¦Heâs gotten much better, thank you for your concern.â
No, Baron Saytesâs condition would never improve.
He always died early. Walking around drunk and high, he would fall into a creek and drown. His life was always violent.
For Raymond, his wife was enough family. He had already accepted that his older brother had died when he was still a child.
However, Raymond saw Carynne folding a letter and writing the address on the envelope. This lifetime, Carynne was doing things she had never done before. She looked after each maid, thought of her family, and took care of Isella Evans.
So Raymond decided to do his best within his limits. Baron Saytes wasnât getting better, but Raymond still looked after him. Instead, he took away his authority as a baron.
âThatâs good to hear. But thatâs not the only reason I called you. You know that, right?â
The marquis had not summoned him for just one reason. As he arranged his schedule, the marquis continued speaking to Raymond.
âThereâs been some unsavory gossip about you lately.â
âI donât pay attention to rumors that arenât true.â
âIt doesnât matter whether theyâre true or not. Whatâs more important is what kind of rumors are spreading. Donât you understand the importance of maintaining a good reputation when needed? Prince Lewis is concerned about you.â
Raymond thought about the rumors circulating about him. It seemed Zion had been working hard, and the rumors had even reached the marquis. With a genuinely displeased face, the marquis spoke to Raymond.
âI canât understand why you broke off your engagement with that girl Isella. Sheâs still a valuable asset.â
âThereâs someone else who genuinely cares for her.â
âIf that someone is Sir Zion, then I might actually buy you a decent lunch today.â
âNo need. Iâll keep it light.â
ââ¦Really?â
âYes.â
The marquis stopped his writing and called for his attendant. When the attendant, who had been standing outside, entered, the marquis gestured to Raymond. He ordered only a cup of tea.
âItâs been a while since weâve met outside the office.â
ââ¦It seems Iâve misjudged you. To break ties with Verdic over such a trivial reason⦠and for Sir Zion, no less?â
Marquis Penceir harbored resentment against Verdic. The conflicts had intensified, and weapon prices had skyrocketed since Verdic Evans began meddling with the distribution of military supplies.
Raymond was merely a pawn to him. One of the links to Verdic.
It would have been fortunate if someone among Isella or Raymondâs subordinates maintained ties, but if it were Zion, things would be different. Verdic would never be satisfied with Zion. He was far inferior to Raymond.
Verdic would undoubtedly find it suspicious and might dig deeper.
A brief investigation into Zionâs background would immediately lead to Raymond. Delving into their relationship would naturally reveal their military and academy connections, and the marquis would not be far removed either. Using Zion as a replacement for Raymond was not a good choice for the marquis.