“Accept it.”

Gwyn stared at Cedric’s subordinate, who was offering flowers insincerely towards him. Playing with people, even using chloroform…kidnapping whenever, and now presenting a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

Gwyn, who shifted his gaze to the man with blank eyes, couldn’t help but freeze as soon as he saw the bouquet.

Unlike the flowers Gwyn had bought last night, this one was much more abundant and ornate. It consisted of black roses, white mist flowers, muscari, and finally, Veronica. A very colorful bouquet made up of various hues.

“Cedric is truly considerate. He insisted on including Veronica, your favorite.”

“…Cedric. Did you really have to go this far?”

Checking the flowers, Gwyn closed his eyes tightly. The message Cedric was sending to him was extremely clear.

The bouquet handed over by the man was suitable for a ‘funeral.’ Typically, black roses, white mist flowers, and the ‘favorite flowers of the deceased’ were used to splendidly decorate a funeral.

In other words, this bouquet could be seen as foretelling Gwyn’s death.

“…Enough.”

Gwyn’s vision spun, and his stomach churned. He felt an urgent desire to get out of the carriage right away.

He brushed off the flowers the man gave and hurriedly got out of the carriage.

However, the man didn’t easily let Gwyn go.

“What an impolite guy. Disparaging Cedric’s gift like this.”

He followed Gwyn out of the carriage, sneering with a sharp gaze, then scornfully continued.

“Just a guy who used to scribble with a fountain pen doesn’t know his place.”

The man gave Gwyn an up-and-down look with a mocking expression. Then, he forcefully took off the mask he was wearing, revealing a fierce countenance.

Apart from a large scar extending from the corner of his mouth to the eye, there were quite a few small scars all over, even after excluding the large scar.

“Now Cedric must understand. I’m more useful than a guy like you who only blabbers.”

He was always the masked man who performed any order without hesitation for Cedric. There was always a masked man by Cedric’s side.

Although he dedicated his whole body for Cedric, Cedric’s most cherished companion was not himself, but Gwyn.

This fact always lingered in a corner of his heart. The fact that he was pushed aside for the feeble Gwyn trampled on his pride.

With puzzled eyes, he touched Gwyn’s shoulder.

“Ugh!”

Then, he began to press hard on Gwyn’s shoulder with an unpleasant force. Gwyn, feeling immense pain from his shoulder, groaned in agony.
“Cedric, you indeed have a lot of affection. Even though I could cut your throat right now, you’re not satisfied with that and send me home with a bouquet of flowers.”

Seeing Gwyn’s painful expression, the man didn’t seem to feel relieved. He forcefully kicked Gwyn’s spine, making him kneel down against his will.

As Gwyn collapsed, the man lowered his body, meeting Gwyn’s eyes. Then, in a chillingly low voice, he muttered.

“Enjoy the time you have left.”

At that moment, Gwyn’s wife heard the commotion and opened the door, coming out.

She was the one who had been waiting for him last night and dozed off.

“You came?”

Rubbing her eyes, she looked at Gwyn, who was lying down. As Gwyn’s wife approached, the man swept away the bouquet that had fallen on the ground and handed it to Gwyn’s wife.

“It’s a gift from Lord Cedric.”

Blocking the path as Gwyn’s wife rushed towards him, the man looked up at her, forcing a smile, and handed the bouquet, then returned to the carriage.

Not long after, the carriage left, raising a cloud of dust. Gwyn, who had belatedly risen, hastily snatched the bouquet from his wife’s hand.

Then, with all his might, he threw it on the ground.

“Gwyn?”

With a puzzled expression, Gwyn grabbed his wife’s wrist, pulling her hurriedly into the house.

“Why are you like this?”

Gwyn’s wife, unaware of the situation, grabbed his shoulders. Gwyn’s face was filled with despair.

It was like receiving a death sentence soon.

‘How much time do I have left? Three days? Or less?’

It was gloomy. He had lived enough for himself, but thinking about his innocent wife and the promising future of his son dying, everything seemed dark in front of his eyes.

Looking at Gwyn, who did not say a word with a desolate expression, his wife began to feel uneasy.

Breaking the silence, footsteps were heard from the second floor.

“Has Frederick already come home?”

At Gwyn’s weak voice, his wife turned her pale face to him.

“Oh, no. Frederick said he had something to do and went out, but he hasn’t come back yet.”

If there were no son, who could be the one upstairs?

Thump, thump.

Footsteps were getting closer.

Gwyn hid his wife behind him and looked up at the second floor with a vigilant gaze.

Uninvited, a man came down from the second floor.

It was Seren, a person Gwyn knew well.

No matter how much the sky falls, there is always a hole to rise through, and like a savior, Seren appeared in front of them.

“I’ve come to help, Master.”

Turning towards Rose’s side, he had declared himself a double agent under Lord Cedric’s command.