Etin? Principal Roeagal? Or Sister Mila?
He blinked with an anxious expression, thinking of those who had come to meet him at the Scatha mansion and suffered hardship. The duke, seeing that, chuckled and laughed again.
“Erase all the names that just came to your mind. I have no intention of letting you meet people who favor you.”
What was so funny? Looking at Scatha’s face with sharp eyes, he snickered for a while, then rang the call bell and ordered ‘Sergeant Lacan’ to come in.
Soon the door to the office opened and a man came in.
“I will come in, Your Highness.”
A man with short red hair and a scar on his eyebrow.
The duke, who had suddenly put on a poker face, tapped the documents on his desk with his long fingers. The wind of it turned Scatha’s gaze towards the duke.
“Say hello. This is Sergeant Lacan, who is in charge of the investigation of this case.”
I didn’t want to greet. An indifferent face, but unlike others, she knows that the duke is teasing me.
“…….”
But he has the necklace. Reminded of that fact, Scatha reluctantly bowed her head towards Lacan. Not offering a greeting was the least of her defiance.
Lacan, the man, being a soldier, stuck to a bureaucratic and rigid tone.
“Do you know how to use a rifle?”
The only guns Scatha knew were the oldfashioned firearms used in the old Eberne Kingdom, Arquebus, and a musket left behind by the duke in the hospital room four years ago.
But that doesn’t mean she knows how to use a gun. The kingdom had perished before the royals reached the age to learn to use firearms.
She might vaguely know to pull the trigger, let alone know how to use a modern gun, a rifle.
“No……. I don’t know how to use it.”
“Then have you ever used other firearms?”
Scatha shook her head.
“Then what is the gun you personally had, and how did you acquire it?”
Somehow the one who asked was Lacan, but it seemed like the duke was the one waiting for my answer with interest, so Scatha bit her lower lip slightly.
“Is it related to the case……?”
“It can’t be said that it’s not.”
Scatha tried not to look at the duke, who was smoking a cigar leisurely.
The aristocratic boy who casually handed flowers like writing a prescription when he visited the hospital room for several days during hospitalization said, ‘Take it. Dispose of it or whatever.’ after hearing Scatha’s words that he had left a gun, looking annoyed whether it was a flower or a gun.
At that time, she had just entered the nursery and the convent, and she was still a bit wild, so she thought it would be nice to have a gun, but now that she came back, she felt like she had brought it unnecessarily.
If I had known that I would be misunderstood like this, I would have asked Principal Roeagal to handle it.
“……It was something someone left behind a long time ago.”
At Scatha’s answer, the duke, who had been sitting up straight, put down the cigar and leaned back in his chair lazily.
“Hmm.”
It was the sergeant who repeated like a nag at the duke’s languid gesture.
“Answering vaguely is unfavorable. Acquired it because it was left behind? When and where?”
“Four years ago, in the hospital.”
“Did you possess it knowing whose gun it was?”
“……I don’t remember who it was. I was quite injured at that time.”
As Lacan tried to ask Scatha something again, the duke raised his hand slightly and issued a command.
“That’s enough. Here. Bring the organized additional questions.”
“But……. Yes, Your Highness.”
Scatha frowned one eyebrow and looked at the duke with a puzzled face. It was only after the soldier named Lacan left that he looked at Scatha, leaning his chin and spinning around.
“You lie well.”
“What lie did I tell……?”
Cassard chuckled, laughing at the woman who brazenly denied it.
So, even Roeagal, the doctor, remembers giving me your blood, but you don’t remember who the owner of the gun you’ve been having was? Do you want me to believe that?
Even after ordering Lacan to confirm that the gun she had was his, what was strange was that she still didn’t remember him.
Nevertheless, rather than being angry, he even enjoyed the situation itself.
“You don’t remember.”
“I really don’t remember. The memory is a bit blurry due to the shock of the accident then.”
The Duke sneered as if it was beneath him, then flicked a scar that ran across Scatha’s collarbone with his long finger.
“……You seem to have your brain here, don’t you?”
“…….”
Cassard exhaled a short sigh, looking at the woman who still kept her mouth tightly shut. Does she really not know? If that’s the case, it’s odd to persistently question her like this.
Without waiting for the woman’s response, Cassard stood up and walked over to the console on the wall, taking out a record.
“Music, do you like it?”
“…….”
He opened the turntable and put the record on. It was his attempt to ease her mind about having been misunderstood by the servants, or being stubbornly questioned about something she didn’t remember.
~♪♬
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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