“Henry, you’re doing well!”

Isabella squeezed her cute little fist and nodded.

“Be careful, be careful!”

Henry moved following Isabella’s voice.

The slow steps going down the stairs were filled with invisible fear and hesitation.

Henry trusts Isabella.

Isabella was not of an age to harbor malice and deceit towards someone.

Even if no one in this mansion could be trusted, at least Isabella…

With a vague view of the form of a child, Henry gritted his teeth.

It’s been a long time since he wrote a letter to the emperor.

It was a situation where nothing could be done because he couldn’t see.

Before being abandoned by the emperor or misunderstood as being expelled, something had to be done…

The only ones Henry could ask for help were Isabella, Helena, and Jane.

‘What should I do?’

The breakthrough was tightly blocked.

Wherever he went, it felt like stumbling into a dark abyss.

The fear Lexes brings is greater than the invisible fear.

It seemed like Lexes might send someone to completely cut off Henry’s life.

Because Lexes might think that Henry could grab his ankle.

The appearance of the respectable and tidy priest Henry was getting disheveled.

Even though he couldn’t see, he felt like his own appearance was a mess.

Henry swept his head slowly with trembling hands.

He seemed to smell from his body, as if he hadn’t properly washed, and his clothes were shabby.

Changing like the beggars he used to see on the street.

What should he let go of?

Lexes’ hand, or…

Henry’s blurry gaze turned to Isabella.

“You did very well, Henry! You can come down the stairs just like that!”

Who is this girl who laughs more clearly than anyone else?

The space that seemed empty was filled with more people than expected.

Knights gathered behind pillars and emitted a presence, only watching Isabella.

“Ugh. What is that old man doing to our lady?”

“To Isabella? Unless you want to be torn to pieces, I don’t think you’d want that.”

“The look in his eyes is downright nasty. You know, these small folks are the scariest when they make their last move.”

Isabella was never alone.

The child wanted to help Henry, and everyone in the mansion knew that.

Thanks to that, everyone, except Helena and Jane, was paying attention to Henry and Isabella.

“Don’t worry too much.”

“Sir Marquis…!”

“You shouldn’t call me that anymore. Just Brickston is enough.”

“Mr. Brickston.”

Brickston, who was standing far away, walked through the crowd.

Brickston eyed Isabella with his fists clenched.

“The old man who helped when that child got hurt, right? What happened to that doctor?”
“…He died. Originally, he was a field doctor who volunteered in anticipation of death on the battlefield.”

“Ah, I see. Seeing Henry reminds me of that doctor. He seems eager to help.”

Although there were reasons to resent the world, Isabella was clear and bright.

Whether it was the nature of the child or because there were many who cared for and reached out to the child in difficult times.

“If that child needs help, help him. If, however, Henry intends to do something foolish…”

“If so?”

“You can kill Henry. I approve.”

“Yes!”

The knights answered bravely.

The order was given.

Now, they just had to wait for Henry to make a mistake.

The knights looking at Henry’s face had a dark and ominous expression.

On the other hand, at the imperial palace.

Gael was the first to inform the emperor of Viscount Calliet’s death.

Viscount Calliet had instructed Gael to selectively convey both the news that had to be delivered and the news that should not be conveyed.

It was said that if nothing was conveyed, it could arouse suspicion.

Ironically, Lexes inadvertently encouraged Gael.

Although Calliet’s death left a deep wound on Gael, he couldn’t help it.

Because he couldn’t forget the happiest moments in the world.

Holding the child’s hand, calling him, running to him, and hugging him with both legs.

Gael was unable to give up the happiness that the child had given him.

Lexes called Gael closer.

“A bit closer.”

Lexes stopped Gael only when it was close enough to see even the feathers.

Gael kneeled in front of Lexes.

What story should he tell, and what story should he hide?

The eyes sent by the emperor were still lingering there.

Gael swallowed the hot saliva.

The conversation with that person should be very different.

‘They shouldn’t know about the story of the Small Marquis yet.’

It was rumored that the butler sent by the emperor, Henry, lost his sight.

In that case, there was only one thing Henry could sell.

“What did you see and hear there?”

“Marquis Cassius had unexpected abilities. The wasteland is no longer desolate. Grass is growing, and trees are growing.”

“Oh…”

Lexes laughed ambiguously.

He wasn’t interested in Cassius’ abilities or his merits.

It would be nice if Cassius wasn’t talented.

So that Lenisha could look at Cassius with contemptuous eyes.

As Lexes did!