At that moment, the box suddenly felt lighter, levitating in mid-air.

Puzzled, as she opened her eyes wide, a familiar voice reached her ears.

“How far should I move it?”

Holding the box with astonished eyes, Roselia and Denver both looked at Klaus.

As the one who was instructed to move the box, Denver’s face even turned pale.

“Mi-Milord?”

Perplexed Denver stammered, and Klaus, coldly, opened his mouth.

“Where should I place it?”
Denver, who swallowed hard at his gaze, his pale face turning as white as a sheet, hastily moved the box that Klaus was holding, almost choking on his saliva.

“I-I’ll do it!”

Watching Denver hastily run away with the box in hand, Roselia sighed deeply. It might be convenient now, but favoritism towards the servants would lead to rumors and gossip.

Thanks to that, I look even more detestable now.

Roselia glared at Klaus and spoke.

“I could have handled it.”

Looking directly at her arm, Klaus muttered in a low voice.

“With that skinny arm of yours.”

“…”

With nothing to say, Roselia bit her lip, but Klaus, indifferent, continued.

“Come see me in my office for a moment.”

Perplexed, Roselia watched Klaus, who turned and walked away, and without a word, followed him.

Entering his familiar office, Klaus, who didn’t even sit down, immediately spoke.

“I heard you went out of the mansion yesterday as per the butler’s orders.”

Looking at Klaus with a puzzled expression, Roselia responded.

“Yes, I went to get medicine because Roy was in severe pain.”

“Who was the person you met in front of the mansion?”

Only now did Roselia’s expression stiffen.

“Did you tail me again?”

At Roselia’s cold voice, Klaus sighed as he rubbed his forehead and spoke.

“Have you forgotten about your job, Roselia? It’s not confirmed if it’s from the Duke’s mansion, but someone is targeting you. Yet, how can you be so oblivious?”

“…”

“Is it the Duke’s prank? Did he contact you?”

“No.”

Fortunately, it seemed that Klaus’s shadows he had placed couldn’t hear the conversation.

“There was a scuffle.”

“It wasn’t that severe.”

Klaus frowned at Roselia’s evasive answer.

Every day felt like walking on thin ice, not knowing when the Duke’s tricks would unfold.

Moreover, according to the reports from the shadows he had placed, people pretending to be ordinary were constantly circling around Antonio.

A situation where an attack could happen anytime.

It irritated Klaus that Antonio, who was building walls and seemed oblivious, was causing frustration.

“Why are you hiding from me?”

“There’s no reason to report my private life to the Duke.”

Finally, Klaus’s patience wore thin. Klaus, unable to endure any longer, pounded the wall next to Roselia with a loud sound, growling softly.

“Damn it, Antonio. I’m trying to protect you.”

Sensing his anger emanating from his rough breath so close, Roselia, realizing his irritated state, averted her gaze and calmly replied.

“It was just an old friend who came to visit. Don’t worry about it.”
Avoiding his gaze up close, she looked at Klaus, who twisted his lips.

“A friend… Why does it seem like you’re shielding him?”

“…”

In an instant, infuriated Roselia faced Klaus directly.

Then, facing Klaus’s intense gaze as if it could pierce her, she turned her head away again.

It’s not shielding him; it’s just that I don’t want you to find out.

She bit her lip, forcing herself to swallow those words circling in her mind.

Klaus’s gaze unintentionally touched her lips, pressed against the white teeth.

Even in this tense situation where her hair roots felt like they would explode, he found himself captivated by every small movement she made.

He wanted those tempting lips, which were always quick to provoke him, to stop speaking nonsense.

But if she, who claimed not to have considered such things between same genders, heard that, she would most likely run away, disgusted.

Exhaling roughly, Klaus soon separated his body, which had been close to her, and nervously swept his bangs back.

“Enough. Go.”

Watching Klaus turn his back forcefully, Roselia, who observed him with a troubled expression, had to turn away while chewing on her lips.

As always, heading out of the mansion to go to the Duke’s estate, Roselia looked at the carriage stopping by her side with a puzzled gaze.

The door of the Duke’s carriage opened, revealing the familiar servant sitting inside.

“Get in.”

Without even facing each other, Roselia responded coolly to his words.

“I can walk.”

“Speak when you have something nice to say.”

Only then did Klaus’s icy blue eyes meet hers.

Feeling his harsh breath so close, she sensed his irritated state and calmly replied while averting her gaze.

“Just an old friend came to visit. Don’t worry about it.”
“Antonio! What’s happening!”

Startled by her scream, Klaus rushed over to assess the situation.

Confirming Roselia shaking the fallen Duke with a trembling body, Klaus, clenching his teeth, rushed toward them.

Having noticed Klaus’s presence, Roselia, in a bewildered voice, said, “Grandfather! The Duke…!!”

Klaus, who had lifted the Duke onto his back, moved quickly towards the carriage without saying a word.

In that moment, following behind him, Roselia’s gaze fell on a letter lying where the Duke had collapsed.

Instinctively picking up the letter, Roselia checked its contents, and her expression stiffened.

It was a death notice for the Duke of Sobak sent from Escavan.

“Why would this…!”