“Seeming to follow my dead mother, but couldn’t escape even a little from her shadow. Was she buried in Windsor?”
“Yes. The young lady was buried in Windsor.”
“It would have been a great profit to just put her on the marriage market…… but buying that child with this money, it seems like an old woman’s dementia.”
The traces of Windsor were erased from Tyutyer.
That tiresome woman died, and her traces were erased too.
Where did this animosity start?
That woman who had clashed over every little thing had died, and now it was dismissed as if it were nothing.
The butler looked at his master with concern. Something he had feared since the previous head of the household began.
“My lord……”
“Talk to me later. In the silence that welcomes me like this, I don’t want to break it.”
Pyotr checked the mail handed to him by the butler.
‘Chloe Lynn.’
Seeing the name written, he scowled.
“……Shall I reply right away?”
“I’ll check it later.”
Pyotr put the mail in his jacket pocket.
“Just bring some liqueur to the study.”
He sent the butler away and loosened his clothing in the study.
The study was neat.
Pyotr casually tossed the mail onto the table.
As he was unbuttoning his cufflinks, he glanced again at the envelope.
Then, without even opening it, he thrust the mail into the trash can and turned away.
The study was unusually quiet.
Creak, creak. Because of that, the sound of the floor creaking resonated clearly.
(This is a time separator.)
“Why the face when you say she’s disinherited?”
Charlotte stopped lifting her teacup and swallowed. Benjamin brushed his hair back over the windowsill.
His gesture of sweeping back his black hair was entirely languid.
Charlotte’s gaze was captivated by it.
“Just that, I’ve lost too much.”
“What did you lose?”
“I lost my mother, and I lost my life. I’m just getting it back now……”
Charlotte lifted her closed eyes.
“But I’ve lost a lot.”
I’ve gained one thing but lost many.
As Charlotte muttered softly, Benjamin drew near.
“Since I gave flesh, I must take the bones.”
“Charl…… Breathe slowly. There’s no need to rush.”
Benjamin embraced Charlotte’s shoulders as he spoke.
“The hunt waits for the right time. When you bite the prey, it’s not some skinny thing you bite.”
Benjamin explained as if describing a natural principle.
It’s easy to hunt the hungry. But that quickly gets boring.
Rather, wait until the prey gets fat.
When the flesh is just right, there is prey that exposes its neck.
“Hunting is done then.”
When it exposes its neck.
When it’s most at ease and certain of its victory.
You have to sink your fangs into its neck and cut off its breath in one strike.
‘So when you took the throne, is that why you cut their throats yourself?’
When all of them were unquestioning of his victory,
Benjamin announced his victory by cutting their throats.
He must have taken in one by one the terrified expressions of the Empress’s forces after ascending the throne.
“You were gone for a few days?”
“I briefly left for outside business. Did you exchange greetings with Cesar?”
“Yes. While going through the burial procedures, I greeted him. He resembles Uncle Aster a lot, so there was no distance.”
Charlotte spoke freely, then covered her lips and smiled faintly.
It was an unexpected detail.
Charlotte picked up the teacup again and rubbed her nose. Was it a herbal scent? The bitter fragrance tickled the bridge of her nose.
“Where have you been hurt again……. You’re hurt again?”
“I got into trouble running wild outside because I was frustrated.”
“You were gone for a few days, where have you been?”
“The Koroko River.”
The Koroko River was a river in the empire that took a day or two to reach.
If something hurt you at the Koroko River…….
“Did you manage the bandit issue well? Foreign bandits attacking and plundering the imperial citizens on their way back?”
“Who told you that story?”
“Just, I know.”
There was a similar incident at this time in her previous life.
“Your Highness! Crown Prince!”
A desperate voice was heard somewhere, looking for Benjamin.
The door to the room where Charlotte was flung open.
Outside the door, a physician was sobbing, holding bandages and a bag.
“You! Leaving in the middle of treating a wound! Where did you run away to! Do you really want to see me explode and die, Lin Dun! If I die, you won’t put a single flower on my grave! Why are you tormenting me like this!”
Lin Dun belatedly spotted Charlotte and opened his eyes wide.
“Why are you here, Miss?”
“You were too late to find me.”
Benjamin waved his hand, dismissing him, and left the reception room.
“Ah, no……! Miss, then I have been rude.”
Lin Dun followed Benjamin, howling. Why did that look so pleasant?
Charlotte looked down at her cold cup of tea. The terrace window was open, and the white lace curtain fluttered.
“Who’s comforting who.”
Charlotte looked back at Benjamin’s empty seat.
“I need to get some good wine.”
(This is a time separator.)
It was late evening.
A black shadow lingered in the wine cellar. There, Charlotte, having stolen only a bottle of wine, sought the attic.
The stairs to the attic creaked.
“Me, drinking hidden wine.”
Charlotte went up the stairs, holding a bottle of wine in one hand.
Upon opening the door to the attic, there was only a solitary sofa on the red carpet.
Charlotte went out after opening the terrace window.
She set down two wine glasses on the terrace railing and pulled out a corkscrew from her pocket.
“Ailia wine is famous, you know.”
Charlotte held the wine bottle and checked the label.
It was wine from the Ailia region. When she uncorked it, the rich aroma of wine wafted through the air.
“Look at this. I’ve stolen one from the wine cellar. They have Ailia wine all in a row, don’t they?”
The terrace railing creaked.
Benjamin sat down near the railing.
“Why not sit down off the roof and have a glass?”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
