《Bastian》 CH 1 After exiting the maze-like alleys, the destination appeared. Bastian looked at the unfamiliar street with narrowed eyes. On both sides of the narrow street, where a single carriage could barely pass, shops were lined up tightly. Mostly taverns and gambling dens, or theaters with obscene posters. It was a world-like landscape that existed only for pleasure. ¡°What are you doing? Let¡¯s go, Bastian.¡± Lucas von Ewald¡¯s face was full of anticipation as he tapped his shoulder.The only son of Count Ewald, the head of the Senate. Bastian couldn¡¯t help but smile at the enthusiasm at the face of his best ally from the military academy. Just by slightly pulling up the corners of his lips, the cold expression on his face changed in an instant. Bastian followed the group that had led the way with Lucas. Their destination was the gambling house at the far end of the road. It was the building with the most plausible exterior on this street, but it was nothing compared to the social club he had stayed in a while ago. ¡°This place has its own unique fun. You¡¯ll find out soon.¡± The officer whose eyes met Bastian¡¯s said with a sly grin. Erich, the eldest son of a prosperous Faber family in the steel business, was another connection that should not be neglected. Bastian happily agreed and smiled this time as well. He had not the slightest desire to ruin his reputation with the kind of deviance in these back streets, but that didn¡¯t mean he was foolish to antagonize himself by pretending to be above such pursuits. The wisest course of action would have been to play along and then stand up when the time was right. ¡°You are finally here! I was beginning to worry because I hadn¡¯t seen you in a long time.¡± A middle-aged man, presumably the owner of the gambling house, greeted them with exaggerated joy. It was a clear hospitality that was motivated solely by the knowledge of how much money they would be spent here tonight. ¡°This person is¡­¡­.¡± His gaze, examining the officers, stopped on Bastian¡¯s face. ¡°This is Captain Klauswitz, a name you must have seen in the newspapers.¡± Lucas, who immediately emptied the glass, introduced Bastian proudly. The man, who blinked his wide opened eyes, burst into a joyful exclamation soon after. ¡°I never thought I would meet the hero who protected the seas of the empire here! It¡¯s an honor, Captain.¡± After a flurry of compliments, he presented a gift of quality whiskey and a box of cigars. Unlike the officers who were thrilled with the hospitality, Bastian¡¯s face showed no emotion. He went through the motions of drinking, smoking, and chatting, without an emotional investment to any of the excitement surrounded. It was hard to find more enthusiasm, but even at that moment, his lips did not lose their smooth painted smile. It was a kind of habit that his body remembered without being aware of it. Women, gambling, dirty scandals in the dark. Different topics completely different from when they were at the social club with sophisticated conversations and debates passed quickly with laughter. Bastian was mostly a listener. At times, he responded appropriately, but even that did not deviate from the scope of short answers or light laughter. ¡°The second floor is ready, gentlemen.¡± The owner approached with quick steps and bowed his head. The officers, who had stopped chatting at that point, readily rose from their seats. Even though everyone drank a fair amount of alcohol, they moved with the high energy and vitality of young soldiers. ¡°One more time! Please, please! Just give me one more chance!¡± It was just when they entered the hallway on the second floor that led to the VIP card room that they heard a plea that sounded like a scream. An elderly man dragged out of the normal card room was pleading with the guards. The eyes of the officers who stopped walking all at once turned to the commotion. The man was now on his knees on the carpet in the hallway begging. He was a typical gambler who couldn¡¯t let go of the table even after losing all his stake. Bastian, who had stopped paying attention to the trivial fuss, lifted the cuffs of his uniform and checked his watch. After dinner at the Admiralty, drinking at a social club, and now this, the time was approaching midnight. After tidying up his clothes, Bastian erased his tiredness by slowly opening his closed eyes. It was at that time that the man from a moment ago started to riot again. ¡°Let me in! I still have stakes left!¡± ¡°Ah, yes. Is that so, beggar Duke ? Then, please show me your stakes.¡± As if this hadn¡¯t happened before, the guards mocked with languid faces. ¡°That¡¯s¡­ that, yes! My daughter! I will bet my daughter!¡± The man shook off the guards¡¯ hands and exclaimed triumphantly. ¡°You all know what a great beauty my daughter is, right? Compared to her, the stakes are nothing.¡± Even while the speechless guards clicked their tongues, the man continued to roam the card room, speaking passionately. As Bastian watched, a laugh mixed with a sigh broke out between his lips, and Erich, the son of the Faber family stepped out. ¡°Hey. Are you going to take responsibility for what you just said?¡± He gestured at the tables and strode to the father who was about to sell his daughter in a gambling frenzy. ¡°Are you willing to give up your daughter for a bowl of chips?¡± He looked back at the pile of chips on the table in the card room and turned to face the man again. ¡°¡­¡­ Yes, yes, of course! In this capital, no, I can proudly say that my daughter is the most beautiful woman in this empire.¡± The man who swallowed dry saliva shouted loudly. ¡°I think this version will be more fun. What about you guys?¡± Erich Faber asked for consent with a rather interested face. The officers, who exchanged glances, responded by stealthily turning toward the card room where the man was located. Bastian watched the skit with eyes as calm as deep in the night. It seemed that he could finally understand the allure that made the children of prestigious families become regulars of these third-rate gambling establishments. ¡°Come quickly, Bastian!¡± The group sitting around the card table began to call his name, urging him on.The father who succeeded in selling his daughter was also looking at him with sparkling eyes. Bastian went towards it with a light smile on his face. As soon as the last slot was filled, the game began. Bastian checked the cards dealt to him with a cigar in his mouth, weighing his options. Though the outcome was not in his favor, it wasn¡¯t that bad of a loss. *** The sound of the bell announcing midnight permeated the silence of the deep night. Odette paused her hands, which were diligently weaving the lace, and raised her head. Tira, who insisted on helping out, was sound asleep lying on her stomach on the table. Odette let out a soft sigh and sorted out her work. She packed up the half-finished veil and cotton thread, and massaged her sore hands from holding the needle all day long. In the early spring night sky visible through the faded curtains, a white full moon was floating. ¡°Tira.¡± She tapped her lightly on the shoulder and called her name, causing Tira to open her eyes in surprise. ¡°Has father not returned yet?¡± Tira, who was looking around with a face that was still sleepy, cried out. ¡°What if something happened to him?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry. He¡¯ll be fine. It won¡¯t be a big deal.¡± After giving a calm answer, Odette led Tira, who could hardly let go of her mind, and headed for the bedroom. The room the two sisters shared was north facing, overlooking the river that ran through the city. The view of the beautiful Prater River and the drawbridge was great, but on a windy day like today, they had to suffer from the creaking of the old window frames. ¡°That sounds so bad. It¡¯s like a ghost weeping.¡± After washing her face, Tira muttered sullenly. Her reddened cheeks glistened in the dim light of the lamp. Odette gently caressed her sister¡¯s cold cheek with her hand, which had been heated by friction. Until last year, they had been able to live in a house with hot water, but their father had money problems and he had to find a cheaper rental house. Still, it was thanks to the pension given by the imperial family that he was able to get the top floor of an old building on the outskirts of the city. Considering that, at worst, they might have been left stranded on the street, Odette found even that terrible noise sweet. ¡°Go to bed now.¡± Odette, who gave Tira a short kiss, ordered. ¡°I¡¯m not a baby.¡± Tira obediently lay down on the bed while retorting with her disapproving tone. It wasn¡¯t long before she began to hear the low sound of her snoring. Turning down the lamp, Odette left the bedroom with quiet steps. First, she put away the food she had left for her father on the dining table and closed the door. After making a meticulous list of daily necessities to buy with the money from selling tomorrow¡¯s lace, the night deepened. She was so exhausted that she wanted to throw herself into bed right away, but Odette did not forget to wash up, put on her old sun-dried pajamas, and brush her hair with care. Under no circumstances should one lose a minimum of dignity, her mother used to say, as was her habit. It was the same even after she fell into such a poor position that she could no longer be called an aristocrat. For the day when they return to their original place someday. Her mother, who clung to her faith-like hope, passed away without being able to escape from her miserable reality. Although she vaguely forebode that her own life would be the same, Odette still did not want to erase the traces of the past that were deeply rooted in her. In other words, it was her last legacy left by her mother. Odette tightened the lock on the window, drew the curtains, and lay down next to Tira. When she closed her eyes while holding her younger sister who was burrowing into her arms in her sleep, today, without anything special, felt very fulfilling. It was a night that gave her a little bit of fairytale hope that these peaceful days could continue forever. *** It was unpleasant luck. Bastian looked down at the table with dismay. Four cards of the same number. No matter how many times he looked at them, it was an unmistakable victory. ¡°Five! I think Captain Klauswitz has won the most beautiful woman in the empire!¡± ¡°What. Isn¡¯t it a foul to bring the goddess of victory to the deck of cards?¡± The party who confirmed the winner of the game began to cheer. As if they had already completely forgotten their defeat. Just immersed in the stimulating fun of this situation. Bastian brushed the ashes from his long cigar, rubbing his throbbing forehead. The perfect victory in the casual gambling table was an embarrassment. ¡°Is the beggar Duke looking at his son in law?¡± ¡°Come on, now you have to pay your stake!¡± The onlookers who surrounded them began to urge with low booing. Bastian looked at the old man sitting across from him with a cold mocking gaze. The old man was half dazed, his big eyes wide open. Cold sweat dripped down his flushed face onto the back of his thin hand. ¡°No way¡­¡­ That, it can¡¯t be¡­¡± He started fidgeting with his now useless hands, his whole body shaking. Bastian stood up from his seat. He was thinking of leaving this place before getting involved with the daughter of such a pathetic man, but the party seemed unwilling to let him go. ¡°Where are you going? You have to get your money¡¯s worth!¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, Bastian. This is your legitimate right.¡± The officers holding Bastian tightly called in the watch guards. ¡°I want him to bring the stake he promised.¡± The guard¡¯s eyes shook at Erich¡¯s commanding words. The old man who finally came to his senses started crying and begging for mercy, but the excitement of the onlookers only grew more and more. ¡°Immediately go to collect his debt.¡± Upon hearing the news, the owner came running and gave a stern order. The guard let out a long sigh and eventually left the gambling house to fetch the woman. Bastian sat back in his chair and took a deep breath of the smoke from his cigar. It was a victory that made him feel quite dirty, but he did not bother to express it. Stake money to throw away anyway. The choice that would give him the biggest profit was to return the money quietly after he had adjusted to this atmosphere first. Bastian let out a faint, annoyed sigh along with the smoke from his cigar. Through the scattered pale smoke, he could see the father who had sold his daughter to him. The man called beggar Duke was wailing like a child. CH 2 The night trolley that had traveled through the darkness stopped at the entrance of the entertainment district. Odette got out of the carriage with the gambling house guard who had brought her here. Their empty seats were soon filled with drunken people standing at the bus stop. ¡°Come on.¡± The man¡¯s voice aroused Odette, who was immersed in thoughts. Odette took a deep breath and took a step towards the street colored with dazzling lights. Her vision was obscured by the black veil covering her face, but it wasn¡¯t too difficult to find her destination. It was thanks to the fact that she had already come to fix the accidents her father had committed several times before. ¡°Stop, lady.¡± Just as she entered the entrance of the building, the man stopped Odette. Odette, who stopped walking, conveyed her intention to listen to him by nodding her head. But the man didn¡¯t say anything, just let out a deep sigh. Even in the trolley he had muffled his words in this way several times. ¡°Is the amount large?¡± Odette, who was lost in thought for a moment, asked calmly. The guard did not speak again this time. The old man¡¯s daughter was not too surprised to see the gambling house¡¯s guards breaking in in the middle of the night. All she did was look at him quietly, let out a weary sigh, and ask for time to get ready to go out. She seemed to believe that it was probably about the extent of her father getting into debt while gambling, as before. ¡°¡­¡­no.¡± The guard, who had regained his composure, shook his head resolutely. Odette was not the only woman sold to the gambling table. He had seen countless wives and daughters of gamblers who had fallen into such dire circumstances, and he knew what their end would be. If you¡¯re lucky, you might come to an agreement to pay the money back, but the group that won Odette tonight didn¡¯t seem to be so lenient. Their intention was plain simple; to get the daughter of a beggar Duke, their trophy. ¡°Go up.¡± He pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor with emotionless eyes. It was pitiful for the woman whose life had been ruined by her scumbag father, but he couldn¡¯t be caught up in such silly pity and bring anger upon himself. Odette, with her neck and back straight, began slowly climbing the red carpeted stairs. The hem of the shabby dress, which did not look like that of a noblewoman at all, rippled along with her soft steps as if walking on water. Having made up his mind, the guard hurriedly followed Odette. The old man¡¯s daughter, unaware of the tragedy she was about to face, swam in the mud with the most elegant manner. *** Realizing that tears didn¡¯t work, beggar Duke changed his stance and began threatening them. Do you know who I am? If you treat me this way, you will get in big trouble. The trivial bravado that this kind of people lived like a habit dispersed in disarray along with the cigar smoke that filled the card room. ¡°If the news of you recklessly touching a lady of the imperial family reaches the ears of the emperor, you guys will never be safe!¡± The gambler, who used to line up all kinds of splendid titles and families, now used the emperor as a weapon. The officers who watched him, as if they were monkeys in a zoo, burst into laughter all at once. Erich Faber, who was giggling as if he was out of breath, even shedding tears. ¡°Hey, Bastian, you will have an audience with a lady who is the niece of His Majesty the Emperor. Do you hear that?¡± Erich wiped away the tears with the back of his hand and turned his head. ¡°It will be an honor.¡± Bastian, who smiled and replied insincerely, moved slowly and approached the window. He opened the window facing the street a little, letting the cool wind in. He leaned against the window sill and watched the meaningless spectacle. The louder the old man¡¯s bullsh*t grew, the ridicule of the onlookers grew. It was just when enduring this ruckus was starting to get annoying he heard a knock. Bastian stood up, biting on the unlit cigar. The eyes of the beggar Duke and the onlookers who had stopped the fuss all turned to the entrance of the card room. In the sudden silence, the door opened slowly. Putting down the lighter, Bastian watched the start of the new act with his arms crossed. Old coat, gloves and hat. Even a black veil covered her face. A drab, shabby-looking woman was standing beyond the open door. The big man guarding the back was undoubtedly the guard who had gone to pick up the old man¡¯s daughter. The woman carefully looked around and approached her father without showing any signs of haste. The sound of footsteps quietly permeated the tense silence. ¡°Tell me how much my father owes you.¡± The woman who stood in front of her father, who started sobbing again, said with great strength. It seemed that she had not properly grasped the situation. Mocking and booing began to erupt from all over the place, but the woman did not even flinch. She stood upright to the point of being arrogant as she endured all the humiliation. Bastian smirked with his well-shaped eyebrows raised and put down the cigar on the window sill. The moonlight that passed through the window made the insignia adorning his uniform and his platinum hair a paler shade. ¡°You seem to be mistaken about something, but the lady wasn¡¯t called to pay off the debt.¡± Erich clicked his tongue and slowly approached the woman. ¡°Then I will take my father with me.¡± The voice of the woman who answered resolutely was cold and clear, which did not go well with this mess. ¡°I¡¯m afraid that¡¯s not possible. Even if your father leaves, you have to stay.¡± ¡°What are you talking about?¡± ¡°Your father wagered you in a bet . And well, he won that bet.¡± He pointed to a tall man standing by the window of the card room. Odette held her breath in a daze. It took her a few slow blinks of her eyes before she understood the meaning of his words. ¡°Father?¡± Odette, with her wobbly legs, looked at her father as if asking for an explanation. ¡°I am so sorry, dear. I didn¡¯t know it would turn out like this. I could definitely win big¡­¡± Duke Dissen, whose face was painfully contorted, lowered his head, unable to bear his excuses. It was the cowardice he often showed when he did something he couldn¡¯t handle. (*Duke Dissen is nicknamed beggar Duke in the gambling house because he always beg for more turns. No one knows his real name.) Odette surveyed the crowd that surrounded her with frightened eyes. They were all in uniform, and even Odette, who didn¡¯t know much about soldiers, could tell that they were officers in the Admiralty. Most of the soldiers serving at the capital¡¯s headquarters were from the upper classes. It meant that they had the power to rectify any accident committed in the back alley gambling house. A mocking whistle someone started blowing quickly spread throughout the card room. Jokes and giggles with risqu¨¦ hints soon followed. But all Odette could hear was her own erratic heartbeats. The blood in her entire body seemed to grow cold and chilled, but the breath that flowed from her quivering lips grew hotter and hotter. The man standing by the window started to move when the terrible dizziness made it difficult for her to even support herself. Knowing that it would be futile to strategize a plan right at this moment, Odette turned her head to look at the closed door. Even if she were lucky enough to escape this place, there would be guards standing on the other side of the door. Wouldn¡¯t it be better to jump out the window instead? At the moment of an absurd impulse, the shadow of a large man fell over her head. Odette slowly raised her head in the shade. The victor of the betting game was standing right in front of her before she knew it. ¡°Aren¡¯t you ashamed?¡± The woman¡¯s first words were quite unconventional. Bastian looked at the woman who was being sold to him with his eyes slowly lowered. Through her black veil, the outline of her looming face was reflected. ¡°To think that an officer of the Empire would participate in such a low-level gamble. I bet you don¡¯t know that a contract to buy and sell people can¡¯t be established in the first place.¡± Her voice began to tremble slightly, but the woman persevered in admonishing. Bastian laughed a little, feeling pitiful for such an insignificant bluff. ¡°Looking for law and morals in a place like this doesn¡¯t sound like a very good solution.¡± ¡°Since when did the honor and dignity of a soldier become obscured by time and place?¡± The brave woman unexpectedly threw a provocative counter-question. It wasn¡¯t a very wise move, but at least one thing that she didn¡¯t cry like her father was worthy of high praise. ¡°Please forgive my father for his mistake. In return, I will pay off his debt.¡± The woman who was already well-adjusted made a brazen request. Her attitude was incongruous with her predicament. ¡°What? Nope.¡± Bastian tilted his head, giving a plaintive answer. The formal smile that still lingered on his lips made his cold eyes stand out even more. The woman was trembling. The fear she could no longer hide ran through her body. It was a sight that gave him sadistic pleasure, though this kind of oppression was not to Bastian¡¯s liking. ¡°I am the one who gives orders. I won the bet.¡± Ready to put a stop to this ruse, Bastian declared. He was tired of ridiculing this woman. Bastian did not have the intention to exercise any more patience. But if he let the woman go like this, more problems would happen. After examining the faces of the party full of anticipation, Bastian¡¯s gaze returned to the gambler¡¯s daughter. The veil hiding her face suddenly bothered him. It would have been quite satisfying to tear it off in a moment of insult. Of course, it wasn¡¯t just that he didn¡¯t have a cheap curiosity to check out the woman¡¯s appearance. ¡°Take that veil off.¡± Bastian¡¯s brief command broke the silence. ¡°I¡¯m not interested in your money, and the men don¡¯t want money either. But since a one-sided defeat would be unacceptable, so I¡¯ll end it with a look at your face.¡± Staring at the sharp-edged, wary woman, Bastian continued his dry explanation without any enthusiasm. ¡°Uh, let¡¯s do whatever they want and leave here.¡± The gambler, who had been watching, began to urge his daughter. He was just happy to get out of his predicament, but nowhere on his face was the guilt of the father who had sold his daughter for a game of cards. Swallowing the anger that rose to the top of her throat, Odette raised her wet eyes and faced the man. It was a very humiliating request, but she couldn¡¯t refuse it. It was because she knew very well that this was the best solution. For now, that man was Odette¡¯s only hope. ¡°Can you keep your promise?¡± The woman holding the end of the veil asked a question. Her hands in her faded gloves trembled, but her voice was surprisingly cold. Following honor, dignity and trust. It was ridiculous to find such a noble value in a gambling house, but Bastian nodded his head kindly. It had been a long day. He was tired, and most of all, the show was boring. ¡°Honey, come on.¡± After the woman¡¯s hesitation lengthened, her father urged her once more. Even if it meant unveiling his daughter himself, he was ready to do it. Resolutely refusing to be touched, the woman lifted the veil herself. Her long, slender neck, tightly pursed lips, and a pert nose. As the woman¡¯s face hidden beneath her black lace was gradually revealed, the excitement of the onlookers grew. Bastian silently watched the woman with sunken eyes. The minute his bored face was slightly frowned, she took off her veil. In the moment of silence in the card room, the woman slowly raised her head. Bastian gladly met her eyes as they looked right at him. The woman had eyes that were an exquisite mixture of blue and green. There was a strangely clear light in her large eyes, which looked both like a frightened young animal and like a weary old woman. The officers who had been holding their breath started to stir, but Bastian watched the woman in front of him with unwavering eyes. It was probably because the woman was too white that the shadows of her reddened eyes and long eyelashes stood out so much. The contrast between her dark hair like night and pale skin made the woman¡¯s impression more distinct. An empty smile crossed the corner of Bastian¡¯s tilted mouth. The beggar Duke was a lousy cheater, but it was clear he didn¡¯t lie about the stakes. His daughter was beautiful. At least that one thing was perfectly true. CH 3 After escaping the hustle and bustle of the city, the road along the strait unfolded. Bastian stepped on the gas pedal to increase his speed. Under the late afternoon sunlight, the whole world was sparkling with gold. The roofless cream car and Bastian in a tailcoat were also bathed in the brilliant light. Ardennes, a coastal city near the capital, was a resort area where the summer villas of the imperial and aristocratic families were concentrated. However, in recent years, mansions of new capitalists had been built one by one, encroaching on the order of the old era. It was thanks to the purchase of the estates of fallen nobles because they could not jump on the bandwagon of capital. Klauswitz was one of them. Just as the sky to the west began to turn rosy, Bastian drove into the estate of the Klauswitz family. The northern land with superb views, called the Jewel of Ardennes, originally belonged to a noble family with a long history. It was a prestigious family that boasted hundreds of years of history and tradition, but the end was shabby. It was Bastian¡¯s father, Jeff Klauswitz, who was called the railroad king of Berg, who bought the land they could no longer afford. Bastian quietly reflected on the face he would soon face. It had been two months since they had last seen each other at an award ceremony. ¡°Oh my God, Bastian!¡± As the car stopped at the entrance of the mansion, a shrill scream rang out. It was his aunt, Maria Gross, who had gotten off the carriage that had arrived earlier. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you bring that lump of iron all the way here yourself.¡± ¡°As you can see.¡± Bastian grinned and got out of the car. As he glanced at him, the waiting attendant approached and took the car. After leaving a short greeting, Bastian escorted his shocked aunt up the stairs. Upon entering the marble hall in the lobby of the mansion, the servants lined up on both sides of the aisle lowered their heads in unison. Bastian showed proper manners this time with a light silence and a smile. ¡°I don¡¯t know why you would do something your father would hate.¡± As she moved away from the servants, his aunt¡¯s nagging, which had been interrupted for a while, resumed. ¡°I don¡¯t know. Maybe he¡¯ll pity his son who can¡¯t afford a driver.¡± The evening sunlight that passed through the window of the landing illuminated Bastian, who was smiling brightly. Maria Gross looked at her nephew with astonished eyes. His hair neatly combed with pomade and a pure white bow tie accentuated Klauswitz¡¯s distinctive good-look impression. His features, as well as his impressive tall height and frame, plus the overall aura, everything except for the white blonde hair he inherited from his mother was a replica of his father¡¯s. He was a son who was rejected by his father because he resembled his father too much. It was a funny thing. ¡°If there is anyone more interested in your fortune than you are, it would be Jeff Klauswitz.¡± Maria Gross tried to discredit Bastian with her sarcastic jokes. There were rumors that he inherited a considerable fortune from his mother¡¯s family, the Illis family, but Bastian seldom revealed the name. He did that even to those in the same boat. ¡°It¡¯s not what you¡¯d call a fortune. It¡¯s just an old house and a trust fund.¡± Bastian, who was watching her blankly, gave her a modest smile. It was a plausible performance that if she hadn¡¯t known Illis properly, she might have been fooled. ¡°If you don¡¯t want to show your hand prematurely, yes, I will respect your wishes. Hold on tight instead. You know better than anyone why your grandfather left the hilt in your hand.¡± Maria Gross lowered her voice to a whisper. Again, Bastian only wore a look that did not at all indicate his true intentions. ¡°I heard there will be an announcement of Franz¡¯s engagement at the party today.¡± Concluding that she wasn¡¯t getting what she wanted, Maria Gross deftly changed her subject. As if he already knew this, Bastian did not show much emotion. ¡°Is she the daughter of Count Klein?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Then you know very well that my father¡¯s mouth must have been caught in his ears.¡± Maria Gross looked at the end of the few remaining steps with her disapproving eyes. It was a well-known fact that even the dogs of the mansion knew that Jeff Klauswitz had appointed his second son, Franz, as heir. It was natural that he favored the son of an aristocratic mother, who was obsessed with raising his status. Jeff Klauswitz¡¯s happiness must have been at its peak, as the precious son was betrothed to the daughter of a high nobleman. ¡°You too, hurry up and marry the bride who will become your wings. It¡¯s as easy as picking one of the girls ready to throw themselves at you.¡± ¡°Yes. I¡¯ll keep that in mind.¡± ¡°That¡¯s a very believable answer.¡± Maria Gross let out a soft sigh and put her hand on her nephew¡¯s arm. ¡°I¡¯ll tell you in advance, Bastian, that you should never even look at Princess Isabelle. She¡¯s the one who¡¯s going to send you to hell.¡± It was a serious advice, but Bastian laughed as if he had heard a bland joke. ¡°It¡¯s not an easy thing to think about. Even if I don¡¯t have any feelings for the princess, the emperor will think differently.¡± Maria Gross climbed her final steps with a worried face. Everyone in the society knew that Berg¡¯s first Princess, who followed the emperor to the Naval Academy, fell in love with Bastian Klauswitz, who was selected as the best student of the year. Although she thought it would end like a once innocent love, the Princess was still struggling with the emotions of that time. ¡°Didn¡¯t the emperor¡¯s sister, who was blinded by immature love and ruined her life? It would be difficult for him to make a rational decision if he thought that his daughter might end up living a life like Princess Helene.¡± The unfortunate princess Helen. Memories of her, evoked by the name that had flowed from his aunt¡¯s mouth, flashed through Bastian¡¯s mind. Come to think of it, even the beggar Duke at the gambling table mentioned that name. He said that he was the husband of Princess Helen? The story of the princess who ran away with her lover whom she had been secretly in love with, just before her engagement to Crown Prince Robita, was standard material for cheesy novels and plays. Thanks to this, it was also a name favored by scammers who pretended to be her secret lover. ¡°Bastian?¡± Maria Gross, who stopped abruptly, called out his name quietly. It was then that Bastian finally realized that he had been caught up in his own mundane thoughts. ¡°There will be nothing to worry about.¡± Bastian¡¯s face was arrogantly spare as he replied with conviction. Marriage in this world was the best business opportunity of all. He had never forgotten the painful lesson that his father had proven to him through two marriages, each with different benefits. If he had to sell himself anyway, Bastian was determined to make the most profit. For that, he could do snobbish calculations and reconsider. The immature princess had long been erased from that ledger. Maria Gross took her steps again with a satisfied expression. Passing through a long hallway, they soon arrived in front of the parlor. The exaggerated laughter of the guests who had already arrived was conveyed along with the sweet melody of chamber music. Bastian crossed the threshold of the room with a slick smile on his face. It seemed better to ignore the news of the engagement to be announced tonight. For the sake of Klauswitz¡¯s dignity, which his father loved. *** ¡°How about blocking that door with a plank?¡± Tira, who was staring at her father¡¯s bedroom door, made a wild suggestion. Odette stopped working for a moment and slowly raised her head to look at her sister. The half-finished lace veil was sophisticated and beautiful that did not go well with this shabby rented house. ¡°If you close the door, then what?¡± ¡°You know what. I honestly don¡¯t care what happens when father gets locked up in that room. No, I¡¯d rather it be like that.¡± ¡°Tira.¡± ¡°I endured him drinking every day and gambling debts. That¡¯s okay. I¡¯m used to it now. But I will never forgive him for what he did to you, sister.¡± Tira¡¯s eyes filled with tears as she shouted with indignation. With a quiet sigh, Odette rose from her seat and approached her sister. As she held her shoulders, Tira let out a sad cry as if she had waited for her. She wanted to keep it a secret from Tira, but her father ruined everything. He seemed to be quiet for a while, but it was because he was drunk once again. When Odette¡¯s patience was running out, and in anger, her father recounted the nightmare night open front of Tira. It was lame excuses and sophistry stemming from his entitlement. Still, he did eventually come back without incident. The moment Odette faced her father who proudly uttered such shameless words, Odette gave up her last hope. The reason Odette was able to survive was entirely thanks to the man who claimed to be the winner of that vulgar gambling bet. The officer kept his promise, and Odette was released from there only after being humiliated to the extent of pulling up the veil and showing her face. All her father did was shed irresponsible tears. ¡°Can we tell this to His Majesty the Emperor?¡± Tira, who had stopped crying after a while, lifted her wet face and looked at Odette. ¡°Let¡¯s ask him to save sister before father does that again. Maybe he¡¯ll listen to that kind of request. Sister is His Majesty¡¯s niece anyway.¡± ¡°That¡¯s not allowed.¡± Odette shook her head resolutely and hugged Tira¡¯s face. Unusual impatience was evident in Odette¡¯s demanding voice. She knew that she was nothing more than a daughter of a bug that ruined the emperor¡¯s sister¡¯s life. ¡°Listen to me. No way, Tira. No way.¡± He also said that paying pensions for the imperial family was the last courtesy to the bloodline left by the princess. If her father¡¯s atrocities that dishonored the imperial family became known, they might lose even that. ¡°Come and wash your face. Let¡¯s go.¡± Odette made an impulsive decision as she looked at Tira¡¯s crying face again. She felt as if staying in this house would do worse than hammering nails on her father¡¯s door. Odette did not want to let her and Tira¡¯s lives fall into such an abyss. ¡°Let¡¯s go to town. Take a walk and have dinner.¡± ¡°So suddenly?¡± Tira¡¯s eyes widened in bewilderment. ¡°Why? You don¡¯t like it?¡± ¡°No. Not like that. We have no money¡­¡± ¡°There is.¡± Odette calmly cut off Tira¡¯s sentence. It seemed that she had no intention of adding any further explanation, just by looking at her determined gaze. Tira, struggling between the bedroom where her drunken father was asleep and Odette¡¯s face, finally chose to hurriedly run to her bathroom. The sound of those loud footsteps diluted the despair and sorrow that were weighing down the house. While Tira erased the traces of her tears, Odette prepared to go out as well. She had a hat and gloves on, and an emergency fund she had saved up from the sale of her lace. She also did not forget to put a small pocket knife in her purse. ¡°How are you, sister? Are you alright?¡± Tira, who had finished her preparations, stood in front of Odette with a slightly nervous face. Odette, carefully examining her sister¡¯s attire, straightened the pleats of her skirt and the shape of her collar. Odette, who had touched her hair a little for the last time, nodded her head, and Tira finally smiled with relief. She seemed to be rejuvenated quickly. Odette took her sister¡¯s hand and left the old house by the river. The soft sound of footsteps, as if dancing, continued along the path in the clear purple twilight. CH 4 **** ¡°It¡¯s been a while, Bastian.¡± A woman who passed through the wide hall filled with customers greeted him warmly. Bastian, who had been conversing with the financiers at the party, slowly turned around to face the woman. Amber brandy swayed gently in a crystal glass she held in one hand. ¡°How do you feel when you hear the news of your beloved brother¡¯s engagement?¡± The woman took a step closer and her eyebrows raised in mischief. It was quite a provocative attitude, but Bastian smiled nonchalantly unconcerned. Sandrine de LaViere, the only daughter of Duke LaViere, the richest man in Pelia. Sandrine, who was also Lucas¡¯s cousin, had married Bergro a few years ago and became Countess Lenart. But she still used her maiden name, and most people did not dispute her choice. It was thanks to rumors that the Count Lenart and the Countess, who had been on edge since the beginning of their marriage, were preparing for a divorce. By the next year or so, the prospect was that she would be able to return to being the daughter of the Duke of LaViere. ¡°I consider it an honor for the family.¡± Bastian calmly gave a familiar answer that had already been repeated several times. ¡°Yes. It is an honor for the Klauswitz family. I don¡¯t know if that has much to do with you.¡± Sandrine shrugged her shoulders carefreely and took a step closer. ¡°We are doing everything we can to hasten our glorious day. I trust you won¡¯t make a foolish mistake in the meantime.¡± Sandrine, who covered her mouth with a fan, lowered her voice to a whisper. Contrary to her bold tone, her eyes showed anxiety that she had not yet been able to hide. She seemed anxious about the divorce case, which was not resolved as easily as she thought. ¡°Of course I will do my best not to betray the trust between us.¡± Bastian, watching the murmuring onlookers, lowered his head, bringing his face close to Sandrine¡¯s. ¡°But don¡¯t be overconfident. LaViere is my best choice for now, but as you know, the market for marriage is very variable, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Are you threatening me ?¡± ¡°It can¡¯t be. Let me leave it as a friendly encouragement to you, Countess, hoping that you will soon find your freedom.¡± Bastian ended the conversation with a soft smile. In the eyes of the onlookers, they seemed to be seen as affectionate lovers. As if to prove it, his stepmother was constantly glancing at him with wary eyes. This was the expected achievement. She still had a lot to say, but Sandrine backed off without being stubborn. She was a quick-witted and resourceful woman. She was another great asset and Bastian appreciated it. ¡°I¡¯ve been disrespectful. I¡¯m sorry,¡± Bastian said, moistening his lips with a sip of brandy and first seeking understanding with an apology. It wasn¡¯t long before the dialogue, which had been interrupted by the uninvited guest, was back on track. A bond market, a new resort city, and next weekend¡¯s polo game. Bastian skillfully led the conversation with an appropriate topic. By the time they shook hands and turned away, the small commotion from earlier had already been completely forgotten. After safely finishing the conversation, Bastian stepped out onto the terrace at the appropriate time. His gaze passed the elaborate garden and the white sandy beach beyond and stopped on the moonlit sea. It was such a beautiful landscape that one might understand his father, who had married the daughter of a moneylender, whom he despised for having this estate. Bastian, smoking a cigarette, leaned against the banister and breathed in some fresh air. It was the moment when he looked up at the pale moon floating in the night sky that he suddenly remembered that woman. Tears welled up in her reddened eyes, but the woman did not cry. Her eyes, which were a mixture of rebuke and plea, hostility and fear, shone with a cold and weak light like that moon. Bastian shook off the ashes of his cigarette, retracing the memories of that night that were much clearer than he thought. At that moment, his eyes were still on the pale moon. The moment the woman lifted the veil, the air current changed. Bastian did not know what the glances exchanged by the breathless group meant. He also knew that the reason he still couldn¡¯t leave was because of his last self-respect for not being able to pick up the bet that the grandson of the antique dealer had thrown away. If the beggar Duke were to sell his daughter again, then everyone¡¯s eyes would be turned upside down. Since such a man had a high probability of not being able to discard his habit, the woman¡¯s future was already as good as decided. ¡°Here you are, Bastian.¡± A familiar voice came from behind, permeating through his thoughts. Bastian slowly turned around to face his aunt. ¡°Why are you looking out there? That place holds nothing but terrible memories.¡± As Maria took the cigarette Bastian handed her, wrinkles formed between her brows. Bastian turned his gaze away from the beach leading to the forest and lit the lighter with a light smile. Maria Gross looked at the night sea with the lit cigarette in her mouth. A child fell into the sea after being bitten by a stray dog. It was an accident that happened during a hunting lesson. As if being sold for her brother¡¯s interest, Maria, who had to marry, was just around the corner, and she was walking on the beach in despair. It was around this time that she found the child covered in blood floating in the sea water. Recognizing her nephew, Maria, without hesitation, plunged into the winter sea. Fortunately, Bastian remained conscious, and thanks to her, his rescue went smoothly. It wasn¡¯t until after the two of them came out to land together that the teacher appeared. Why did well-trained horses suddenly run amok? Where did wild dogs appear? Where and what did the teacher do while the child was covered in blood? Unresolved questions persisted, but no further investigation was conducted. It was an unfortunate accident that occurred in the middle of a hunting lesson, and it ended with the firing of the teacher in charge for negligent supervision. Looking at the nephew she saved that day, Maria thought that the child should not be left in this house any longer. That was why she decided to contact Bastian¡¯s mother¡¯s family. It was a week later that Carl Illis took the child away. Maria had never once regretted her choice, although she knew that was exactly the outcome the Klauswitz wanted. First of all, you have to live to be able to seek revenge. ¡°To be honest, I don¡¯t really like that snake-like divorcee. She hasn¡¯t even gotten a divorce yet, so she is not even a divorcee, but anyway.¡± Maria looked with complicated eyes at the only Klauswitz she loved. ¡°But I can¡¯t deny the fact that she is a bride with what you need most. If you married a LaViere, you would be the greatest threat to your father.¡± ¡°Thank you for your understanding, Mrs. Gross.¡± Bastian nodded his head with a mischievous smile. It was a look that made the opponent defenseless. ¡°That doesn¡¯t mean you have to disregard other options. Always be prepared, just in case.¡± After extinguishing her half-smoked cigarette, Maria began listing the names of the ladies, one by one, who might be of help to Bastian. The family¡¯s reputation and wealth, even the amount of the expected dowry. It was a very sincere and persistent investigation. When Maria Gross finished her work and left, the silence on the terrace deepened. Bastian smoked another cigarette and returned to the banquet hall. As he approached the center of the hall decorated with splendid chandeliers, he saw the protagonist of the day. Surrounded by the guests who had gathered to congratulate him, Franz smiled as if he had the whole world. Bastian, who had been silently watching him, took a more leisurely step again. On his face, he had the smile of a friendly brother. *** ¡°Calm down, honey. It¡¯s only a picture.¡± A softly commanding voice penetrated the heavy silence. After she let out a deep sigh, the empress looked at her husband with eyes filled with lingering anger. A crumpled sheet of paper was left on the table between the two of them. It was a photo clipped from a newspaper containing an article about the hero of the Battle of Trosa, Captain Klauswitz. ¡°A child about to be married was peeping at another man¡¯s picture every night. Do you really think this is no big deal?¡± ¡°As you said, Isabelle will get married soon. Whatever her feelings for Bastian Klauswitz, that fact will not change.¡± ¡°Helen also had a betrothed. Love blinded her and finally broke up her planned marriage.¡± The empress¡¯ sharp voice trembled with anxiety bordering on fear. Helen. The emperor¡¯s expression grew noticeably colder as he silently repeated his sister¡¯s name. Only then did the empress realize her own mistake. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I didn¡¯t mean to insult the imperial family. I just¡­¡± ¡°I know, honey.¡± The emperor soothed his frightened wife with a slow nod of his head. It was the nanny who found the photo Isabelle had hidden. She found that very picture in a drawer of the dresser when she opened it because she was suspicious of the tears the Princess shed every night while looking into the small picture frame. The nanny, who came to the imperial couple with a picture of Bastian Klauswitz, asked what they would do if something like Helen¡¯s case happened, and the nanny, like the empress, expressed concern. He assured that such a thing would never happen, but in fact the emperor knew better. That Isabelle, foolishly in love, bore a striking resemblance to her aunt Helen. Of course, Bastian Klauswitz was a great man who could hardly be compared to the Duke of Dissen, but there was no big difference in that he could never be the princess¡¯ mate. ¡°Speaking of Helen, are you really going to leave Odette alone?¡± (*Odette is Princess Helen¡¯s daughter and the Emperor¡¯s niece.) The empress, who was watching him closely, mentioned another unpleasant name. The Emperor frowned at her, revealing his disapproval, but she did not back down easily. ¡°Duke Dissen is causing all sorts of trouble.¡± ¡°That man¡¯s always been that way, so it¡¯s no surprise.¡± ¡°I heard that these days, he snoops even on the gambling table in the back alley. What if something happens to Odette? I hate Duke Dissen too, but I don¡¯t want Helen to see her beloved daughter unhappy.¡± A light of deep sadness appeared in the empress¡¯ eyes. If the wise and charitable empress beloved of the empire had only one shortcoming, it was that she was too weak-minded. It was entirely due to the empress¡¯ sympathy that the Duke of Dissen was still wasting the imperial pension. ¡°Wouldn¡¯t it be better to find a suitable marriage partner and send her away?¡± ¡°What kind of family would want a wife like that?¡± The emperor shook his head skeptically. Helen¡¯s funeral was the last day he saw the child, so five years had already passed. Rumors had it that she was living in poverty and misery, but the Emperor paid no more attention to it. The only reason he took care of them was because of Helene, and without his sister, the Dissen was nothing more than an object of hatred and disillusionment. ¡°What about Captain Klauswitz?¡± The empress, who had been quiet for a quite sometime, whispered a name that the Emperor hadn¡¯t thought of. ¡°Klauswitz? You mean that Bastian Klauswitz?¡± The emperor recoiled in bewilderment and pointed to the crumpled photograph. ¡°That¡¯s right. Although he has a low status, he is a perfect match for Odette. Besides, he is also a hero who made a major contribution. If that¡¯s enough, then I think he¡¯s qualified to win a royal wife.¡± ¡°No one in the world would consider such a marriage a reward for a hero. It¡¯s a punishment.¡± The emperor laughed in amazement. No matter how lowly his bloodline was, Bastian Klauswitz was the son of one of the greatest wealth in the empire, and he was also an honorable soldier. The heir apparent would be his half-brother with an aristocratic mother, but he was already a man with more than enough to make that fact a disadvantage. ¡°Why would a man who could get a wife of a lower aristocrat marry the daughter of the Duke of Dissen?¡± ¡°Even though they are in a downfall now, the Dissen is a prestigious family with a long history. Besides, Odette is also a member of the imperial family. It¡¯s not a bloodline comparable to that of the lower nobility.¡± ¡°But darling.¡± ¡°And it will do good for Isabelle as well. When Captain Klauswitz becomes the husband of her cousin, wouldn¡¯t she have no choice but to give up on her love for him?¡± (*Isabelle and Odette are cousins) The Empress expressed her opinion in an urgent tone. When his daughter¡¯s name was played, there was an agitation in the emperor¡¯s eyes, which had always been so hard-line. ¡°Please protect Isabelle.¡± Noticing the subtle change, the Empress wrapped her husband¡¯s hand pleadingly. ¡°You¡¯re the emperor. You have the power to move at least one officer as you please. Don¡¯t you agree?¡± The empress¡¯ eyes glistened coldly, filled with tears from a selfish motherhood. Instead of answering, the emperor let out a long sigh. The opinion that she was an overly weak-minded woman was inevitably going to have to be corrected. CH 5 **** ¡°You look exactly like your father, after all.¡± The old lady, who had been staring at Odette for a while, finally spoke her first words. Her eyes flickered slightly, but Odette did not show any displeasure. The overly straightforward way of speaking was a little perplexing, but nothing new. Because the members of the imperial family who saw Odette generally reacted this way. The resemblance of her face to her father¡¯s was the main reason for their dissatisfaction with Odette. ¡°Indeed. I¡¯m glad he had something for his daughter. After all, he was a man who turned the whole empire upside down with just that great face.¡± The old woman looked around the house, saying something completely unexpected. Just the frown on her brow could tell what she thought of this house. Odette looked at her with her eyes filled with the bewilderment she could no longer hide. A strange old lady who came without contact and immediately rang the doorbell, introducing herself as the Countess of Trier, the emperor¡¯s cousin. It was a surprise visit, but she was always calm and dignified. ¡°What about the Duke of Dissen?¡± After completing the search, the old lady asked a sharp question. ¡°Father is out, Countess. He will probably be very late.¡± ¡°It¡¯s a relief that I don¡¯t have to go through the pain of seeing that pathetic bastard.¡± The Countess of Trier, who poured out outspoken accusations, grabbed the teacup. Odette had taken out the tea leaves she had been saving and carefully brewed the tea, but the old stranger made an expression as if she had drunk dirty water. Odette gently lowered her eyes and looked at the teacup in front of her. It would have been a little better with milk and sugar, but unfortunately, all the food was out of stock. At the moment when that was a little upset, the Countess let out her long sigh. ¡°I don¡¯t want to speak unnecessarily farfetched, so I¡¯ll get to the main point. A marriage proposal has come in for you. There is a prospective groom introduced by the royal family.¡± ¡°Marriage proposal?¡± Odette was greatly shocked and asked back. It wasn¡¯t sad news that she was worried about, but this was also shocking news. ¡°The emperor wants you to get married. What¡¯s the point of me coming here if he doesn¡¯t want me to be a matchmaker?¡± ¡°Why did His Majesty suddenly¡­ why¡­ ¡° ¡°They must be using you to dissuade Princess Isabelle. Your future husband the imperial family has found is Bastian Klauswitz.¡± The Countess of Trier concluded this marriage talk with a cynical comment. Looking at her puzzled expression, Odette seemed completely oblivious to the situation. There was no way a child who lived this kind of life knew the news of the social world. The Countess of Trier let out a deep sigh and shook her head. She knew very well that the fallen family of the Duke of Dissen was struggling, but the reality she witnessed with her own eyes was far more horrifying than she had imagined. The floors and windows swept and polished to a shine, and the shabby furnishings marked with the best care made the house look even more sad. ¡°The Emperor wants you to marry the officer whom the Princess loves. The officer is a commoner of a humble origin. It¡¯s an unacceptable status for a princess¡¯s mate.¡± The Countess of Trier told the truth as it was. The Klauswitz were regarded as a cultured family. Although they did not have titles, they were a merchant family that had run a profitable business for generations. It started out as a grocery store supplying the imperial family and expanded their territory, so they had a strong network of contacts throughout the social world. There was a period of rapid business expansion, but there was a period of stagnation, but now he was in the ranks of the wealthy called the railroad king of the empire. It was safe to say that Klauswitz of this generation, who even had a mother from a prestigious aristocratic family, was accepted as a member of high society, but Bastian Klauswitz, the eldest son left by his mother, his father¡¯s first wife, was an outsider. It was because of the lowly maternal lineage. A man, an antique dealer from the slums, had grown into a well-known moneylender before his hair was full. Rumors that he was raking in all the money in the shadows were rejected enough to be accepted as a fait accompli, but the more he did, the more his reputation deteriorated. Antique Dealer. The shadow that had hung before the name of that lowly moneylender all his life was now in the hands of the grandson he had raised. The nobility preferred the pejorative title of grandson of the antiquarian to the name Bastian Klauswitz. ¡°Although he is the son of a rich family, he is not the heir because he is not in favor of his father. Perhaps he will have no choice but to live as a soldier for the rest of his life. He¡¯s quite competent in that regard, so if he¡¯s lucky, he might be able to grasp a position as a naval admiral.¡± The Countess of Trier concluded the introduction of the groom in her meek tone. The Emperor had reached out to her, the old relative whom he had forgotten about because no one was willing to take on the task. The groom was the grandson of an antique dealer and the bride was the daughter of an abandoned princess. What kind of crazy royal family would want to dip their feet in this kind of dirty water? If she hadn¡¯t had a deep friendship with the emperor, she wouldn¡¯t have gotten involved in such a low-level matchmaking either. ¡°To be honest, I think the emperor is doing something pointless. Although he is in a position where he is despised and ostracized in the social world, the grandson of an antique dealer is a good groom. There¡¯s no way he wants to be the son-in-law of someone like your father.¡± The Countess of Trier, unable to hold back her itchy mouth and adding to her words, habitually grabbed the teacup. She remembered the taste of the terrible tea when the chipped teacup had just touched her lips. Odette, who had been watching the scene, quietly got up and went to the kitchen. After a while, she returned with a glass of water on a tray. The Countess of Trier looked at Odette with a new surprise. She was a child who moved gracefully as if walking on water. Her slender body with sensual curves and her perfectly balanced posture even reminded her of a dancer at first glance. ¡°Then will the Countess please convey my wishes to His Majesty on my behalf?¡± After emptying the lukewarm water at once, Odette asked a cautious question. The Countess of Trier laughed, raising one of her eyebrows. ¡°Do you really think you can refuse this marriage?¡± ¡°I¡¯m sure it will do me no good¡­¡± ¡°Calm down. The emperor didn¡¯t ask you to do anything like that. He gave the order.¡± The Countess of Trier clicked her tongue and folded her loose arms. ¡°Does that mean I must see that officer knowing I¡¯ll be rejected?¡± ¡°I¡¯m glad you¡¯re not a dim-witted child.¡± ¡°Why do I have to obey an unreasonable order?¡± ¡°Because you are the daughter of the Duke of Dissen and Princess Helen.¡± A mark of atrocities committed by the selfish and foolish lovers and a stain on the imperial family. The Countess of Trier did not try to hide the sincerity behind her words. It would be harsh to ask the children for the sins of their parents, but there was some validity to the emperor¡¯s view. ¡°And, my dear, it seems to me that this is also a golden opportunity for you. You will never have the luck in your life to find a better husband than this.¡± ¡°But Countess. I¡¯ve never even thought about getting married.¡± ¡°I understand why you have such a thought seeing you grow up with such a father.¡± There was a faint pity in Countess Trier¡¯s eyes as she looked at Odette, who had turned blue. ¡°However, in a house like a beggar¡¯s den, like a housemaid who has never been even as good as a maid in her life, and takes care of your useless father. You can¡¯t possibly live like this for the rest of your life.¡± The Countess of Trier slowly rose from her seat and approached Odette. ¡°Let¡¯s try it somewhere.¡± A hand in a soft silk glove wrapped around Odette¡¯s pale cheek. Every time she blinked, the shadow created by her exceptionally long eyelashes shook. She had a detached expression like an old woman who had lived through the hellish world, but her eyes were absolutely innocent. The atmosphere created by that incongruity was quite impressive. A satisfied smile appeared on the corners of the old lady¡¯s wrinkled mouth as she examined the face like a competent appraiser. ¡°You never know. Maybe the grandson of the antique dealer is the man who is blinded by a woman¡¯s face.¡± *** ¡°You are here, Master.¡± Butler Lovis, who was waiting at the front door, politely bowed his head. Bastian, who sent a brief glance, climbed the stairs of the mansion with faintly tired steps. The banquet held at the naval headquarters ended at dawn. Although the pretext of boosting the morale of the officers was put at the forefront, in the end, it was a position whose main purpose was meaningless jokes and laughter, and the sharp politics hidden behind them. Bastian accepted both drinks and laughter from both sides. He had no intention of participating in the battle for high-ranking positions in the Navy, but since he would be wearing the military uniform for several more years, it was better to maintain an amicable relationship. ¡°I got a call from Mrs. Gross. She left a message asking you to contact her as soon as you hear this news.¡± The voice of Lovis, who was following at a reasonable distance, permeated the stillness of the night. Bastian nodded lightly and walked down the silent hallway. It seemed that the marriage talk had reached his aunt¡¯s ears. ¡°And a letter addressed to you has arrived.¡± The butler hurriedly passed Bastian and opened the bedroom door, delivering another piece of news. ¡°This is a letter from Lady Odette.¡± Bastian had just taken off his tailcoat jacket when the butler mentioned the unexpected name. ¡°Lady Odette?¡± ¡°It¡¯s the name of the emperor¡¯s niece.¡± After accepting the coat, Lovis quickly added an explanation. ¡°Ah. That lady.¡± Bastian, who handed the loose bow tie to the butler, walked slowly towards the table. A pale blue envelope sealed with wax lay neatly on top of the cigarette box. It was the etiquette of nobles to wait for their high-ranking lady to contact them first. It may not sound like it, but it was the law of that world, so he decided to respect it. Of course, what he wanted the most was not to be contacted forever. It was last weekend that he was suddenly introduced to his bride. The Marquis of Demel, a naval admiral, urgently sought Bastian. He said that he had an order to convey urgently. Upon hearing the news after returning from the polo club, Bastian headed for the Demel¡¯s residence without even changing his clothes. He never dreamed that such absurd news would be waiting for him. The emperor wanted to introduce him to the daughter of the Duke of Dissen, using his close friend, Admiral Demel, as a matchmaker. It was wrapped in a plausible guise of a reward for a hero, but in the end it was an order, and it was a stern military name at that. For a while he was dumbfounded, and once he got his head around it, all of this became unbearably ridiculous. Bastian laughed as he did that day and undid his cufflinks. It was obvious why the emperor would do such nonsense. Princess Isabelle. It must be because of that troublesome child. It was an insult, but Bastian did not object. Even the emperor could not force him to marry. So, it was best to show sincerity enough to save the emperor¡¯s face now and then sort things out later. ¡°Good job. Go rest.¡± Bastian ordered as he opened the cigarette box. He had a regretful look on his face for not being able to fully complete his task, but Lovis quietly withdrew without commenting. With a cigarette in his mouth, Bastian approached the window, holding the letter from the woman between his fingers. When he opened the window, a sweet breeze blew in that made him forget his drunkenness for a moment. Bastian turned his head to where the wind blew. Spring flowers were blooming in the garden, which had been desolate just a few days ago. This town house, which was once owned by a famous nobleman, had a garden worth seeing. It was thanks to the taste of the previous owner that he had a deep knowledge of gardening. After a few moments, long enough for the faint annoyance to dissipate, Bastian slowly lowered his gaze to the letter in his hand. On the front of the envelope, on the lower right hand side, there was a name written in elegant handwriting that presumably belonged to the woman. Staring at the name, Bastian couldn¡¯t help but chuckle. The smoke that flowed from between his moist red lips drifted away in the softer night breeze. ¡°Odette Theresia Marie-Laurie Charlotte von Dissen.¡± Bastian read the long name as if humming the melody of a song. Lady Odette. The woman had a name of a royal after all. CH 6 **** He was truly an astonishingly rude man. Odette let out a quiet sigh and put down the letter in her hand. The reply the man sent was a short memo that would not be called a letter. It was an attitude that made fun of Odette, who formally introduced herself and asked for permission to have a first meeting, preferably in private. K. Most impressive of all was the initial added at the end. The man did not even leave the name of himself properly. It was an absurd letter no matter how many times she looked at it. ¡°Wow. It¡¯s pretty, sister!¡± Tira opened the door and entered, admiring it innocently. After adjusting her expression, Odette hastily hid the letter in her satchel. ¡°Are you going out?¡± Tira¡¯s eyes began to sparkle with curiosity as she watched Odette prepare to leave. ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Where are you going? Can I go too?¡± ¡°No, Tira. It¡¯s a place to meet the elders of the imperial family.¡± Odette skillfully lied. Thankfully, Tira nodded her head without further stubbornness. Although she felt sorry for the sullen child, Odette did not show irresponsible pity. Taking her parasol and handbag, Odette left the house after leaving a promise that she would return without being late. As she went down the stairs leading to the first floor, her mind grew more and more complicated. The Countess of Trier¡¯s plan was to introduce her and Bastian at a ball at the Imperial Palace. That, she said, was the proper procedure for a socialite, and also the way the emperor wanted it. However, Odette did not want to become a spectacle thrown helplessly into an unfamiliar world. She wanted a chance to meet each other at least once and share their views on this wedding proposal, and she believed that the man¡¯s thoughts would be no different. Was it really such a shortcoming to receive such a reply? Odette, who opened the door to the building entrance with a complicated mind, involuntarily exhaled a small exclamation. The flower trees that lined both sides of the road were in full bloom. It was as if a pink cloud had descended over the street. Taking a slow breath, Odette stepped forward and opened the parasol. The lace with delicate patterns bloomed like spring flowers filling the whole city. *** The wind blew with a powerful spirit. Bastian paused for a moment and turned his head. Lucas, who was walking alongside him, also turned his gaze toward the Prater River, where military training was in full swing. Although the water temperature was still cold, the cadets were fighting against the current with all their might. ¡°Swimming in the spring when flowers bloom. Military academies are getting better these days. We used to swim in the snow in the icy water.¡± Lucas chuckled and made a silly joke. Bastian¡¯s grinning face was uncharacteristically calm ahead of his reluctant meeting with his bride. After watching the swimming training for a while, the two started moving towards their destination again. After leaving the premises of the military academy, a park called the Garden of Water appeared. It was probably thanks to the spring flowers that were in full bloom in a few days that the scenery of the Admiralty Castle, which was filled with men, seemed tolerable. ¡°How long do I have to do this troublesome thing?¡± As the Navy Headquarters building came into view across the park, Lucas let out a desperate sigh. For a while, he was happy to be given an important position at headquarters. As he began to suffer the daily grind, he began to rather miss the days aboard the warship. From this spring, he was in charge of ceremonial training at the military academy, and he was literally out of breath. Of course, Bastian Clausitz seemed to be enduring this hell casually. ¡°If you don¡¯t feel up to it, why don¡¯t you apply for naval duty again.¡± Bastian responded lightly and checked the watch on his wrist. The time to deal with the long burden of the emperor was approaching before he knew it. ¡°Do you think my father will leave me alone if I decline the hard-earned position? He even gave me a special order to follow you unconditionally.¡± While shaking his head, Lucas smiled comfortably. ¡°My father seems to really like you. He says he wants to have a drink once again sometime soon. What do you think?¡± ¡°It would be an honor.¡± ¡°Anyway, great. You have a natural ability to put these mousy old people in a good mood. What¡¯s the secret?¡± Lucas¡¯s eyes in sincere admiration sparkled with innocent curiosity. Bastian responded with a moderately sly smile. A hound guarding his son. Bastian was well aware that Count Ewald had his use there. The fact that he had produced famous naval officers for generations was a great source of pride for the Ewald family. And that was also the reason why he pushed his son, who dreamed of studying literature, into a military school. He was afraid of his strict father, so he adapted to reality, but that didn¡¯t mean he could become a different person overnight. Lucas had a hard time adapting to the military academy, and the group of self-proclaimed predators did not miss the easy prey. It was around a year later that Bastian was assigned the same dormitory as Lucas. It was quite an unusual decision considering that all children of aristocratic families use private rooms. On the day he learned that it was a special order from the superiors, Bastian realized. That the weak son of Count Ewald was nothing more than a blessing in disguise. It was a transaction in which mutual understanding was well aligned. They had been together in a relationship that served that purpose. It took a long time after that for Lucas to shake off the stigma of being a misfit, but at least he didn¡¯t suffer from abuse and beatings anymore. It was one of the changes that had taken place since a senior who spat in Lucas¡¯ face was trampled to death by Bastian Clausitz¡¯s boots. Friendship with the Ewald family. The splendid connections he gained based on that. The prestige and location within the Ministry of the Navy was further enhanced thanks to the friendship with the Ewald family and the brilliant contacts they had made. As much as the gains he received in return, his relationship with Lucas had grown stronger. As long as there were no incidents, that kind of friendship would continue in the future. ¡°Are you going to see her now?¡± Lucas looked around and lowered his voice to a whisper. The shadow of the sunlight that passed between the flower branches swayed on Bastian¡¯s face as he nodded. ¡°Be careful not to get caught, Bastian.¡± (*He meant not to get seduced) Lucas let out a deep sigh and shook his head. ¡°No matter how good your lineage is, there is nothing good about being involved with a woman like that. Sandrine¡¯s marriage will be arranged by next year at the latest, but if Duke LaViere, who is just beginning to show favor to you, is disappointed by this¡­¡­ .¡± ¡°Lucas.¡± Bastian stopped the agitated Lucas by calling his name quietly. Luckily, Lucas, who wasn¡¯t very ignorant, stopped his speech at that point. They said goodbye in front of the building of the Naval Headquarters. Normally, Bastian would have gone back to headquarters and pushed on with the rest of his work, but today the noble lady made it possible for him to spend a leisurely afternoon. Clean it up after dealing with it properly. Bastian¡¯s thoughts were the same as Lucas¡¯s. First of all, he was planning to apply to the overseas front again after this marriage was put to good use. In the meantime, if the princess got married and left Berg, the emperor would no longer act like this. Being appointed in a rough area was also an opportunity to establish a bigger major, so it was a choice that he had nothing to lose. After that, if he married Sandrine, who returned as the daughter of the Duke of LaViere, it would be the most perfect ending. As he entered the main road connecting the entrance of the Admiralty and the headquarters, the bell of the clock tower struck, announcing 2 o¡¯clock. But Bastian still walked through the sunny afternoon at an unhurried pace. Flowering Wednesday. Flowers in spring were swaying with dazzling sunlight and sweet breeze. *** Could it be that he intends not to come? Odette opened the old pocket watch once more to check the time. It was already past the appointment time, but the man¡¯s seat was still empty. At this point, the bottomless rudeness of Bastian Klauswitz was admirable. Odette, who had put the watch in her purse, looked around with cautious curiosity. Garden with flowers and cutlery on table, d¨¦cor and perfect landscaping. Everything she could see was elegant and beautiful. It was the same with the well-dressed guests chatting and the fantasia played by a talented pianist. If he wasn¡¯t going to appear anyway, why did he call her to this place? Odette surveyed the splendid world around her, possessed by a sense of punishment. The seat that Bastian Klauswitz had reserved was excellent enough to feel excessive. At the end of the aisle in the lounge, where tables were lined up on both sides, and in the very center of the terrace beyond the wide open folding doors, this table offered a panoramic view of the hotel garden and fountain. It also meant that it was a good location to attract attention. Resolving to wait ten more minutes, Odette looked around anxiously. Since she had to pay for her seat, it would have been preferable to order a cup of tea, but she did not have the confidence to enjoy teatime calmly on this thorny cushion. It was then that a man dressed in a navy uniform entered the hotel lounge. The officer looked around leisurely and called the waiter with refined formality. The eyes of the guests who were glancing at Odette were all focused there. Odette became part of the spectators and watched the man. The officer was now crossing the hall following the waiter who had shown Odette her place. He was too tall and large, but overall he was a sleek and impressive man. As a characteristic of a military man, his walk showed no haste with a straight, authoritative posture. No way. Odette held her breath, erasing the foreboding feeling that suddenly passed by. The memory of the man she had met at the gambling house that night floated over the officer who was getting closer. He, too, was in the navy, and was as tall as that officer. He didn¡¯t have the usual appearance. However, the man who frequented such places and gambles on a low level could not be a hero of the empire who had been awarded a medal for making a major contribution. While Odette was struggling to deny the reality, the officer entered the terrace. Even though there was blatant attention, the man was still relaxed. It was as if he had wiped out the existence of others. It¡¯s him. At the same time as Odette accepted the fact that she could no longer deny, the man took the last steps and narrowed their distance. Before long, their eyes met in the golden ripe afternoon sunlight. CH 7 **** For a while he thought it was an illusion. Perhaps it was a joke played by the dazzling spring sun. However, even after enough time to get used to the baptism of light, nothing changed. Bastian slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar woman. The stake he won that night. She must have been the woman who had been sold for her father¡¯s gambling debts. It was impossible, but Bastian no longer questioned his judgment. ¡°Is there a problem, by any chance?¡± The manager, who had been paying attention, asked a cautious question. Instead of answering, Bastian raised his gaze and looked over the terrace railing. The beautiful garden with flower beds in geometric patterns and marble fountains was definitely that of the Reinfeld Hotel. A table was placed overlooking the landscape. The walls with their vine-like plaster decorations and the shadows of shrub flower pots hanging above them. And a silver-haired manager with a distinctive mustache. Bastian¡¯s eyes turned again to the woman, grazing the evidence that informed him of the fact that he could not have been mistaken about the appointed place. The woman¡¯s eyes, round and large, were much clearer and more vividly blue-green than he remembered. The beggar Duke. Bastian¡¯s eyes narrowed when he remembered the nickname of the idiot who gambled on his daughter. What if all the bluffs the man was making were true? Such a hypothetical finally gave him a clue to understand this perplexing situation. Incredible as it was, there could be no other answer. ¡°Hi¡­Captain?¡± As the silence grew longer, the manager¡¯s eyes began to shake. ¡°No.¡± Bastian straightened his body as he gave a concise answer. Only then did the manager, who was relieved, fulfill his duty by quietly resigning. The fantasy music flowing in the hotel lounge was now reaching its climax. Odette held her breath, seized with the same hopeless fear as that night. Exploding heartbeats blended in between the dazzling piano melodies. Meanwhile, a smile crossed the corner of the man¡¯s mouth as he was looking at Odette. The shadow of the officer¡¯s hat hid half of his face, but Odette could clearly see the bitter ridicule. ¡°It¡¯s Bastian Klauswitz.¡± At the moment when Odette was swallowed up by a feeling of humiliation that seemed to turn her head white, the man slowly took off his hat. ¡°I see this is not our first time meeting, Lady Odette.¡± The neatly combed platinum hair and blue eyes scratched Odette¡¯s field of vision like a violent beam. *** After a short break, the performer returned. The piano playing resumed, diluting the silence between the two. Bastian turned his nonchalant gaze from the garden fountain to the woman. Her blank face, still looking down at the end of the table, was as pale as that night. He won the emperor¡¯s niece from a real duke. A dry laugh flowed again as he reaffirmed this fact, which was not at all real. An insignificant fallen nobleman. That level of superficial information was all Bastian knew about the Duke of Dissen. He could have done a detailed investigation if he wanted to, but he didn¡¯t feel the need to. It was just a name that would pass meaninglessly anyway. Should he have been more careful? Bastian ruminated on his mistakes while drinking moderately chilled tea. But even if he knew in advance, he wouldn¡¯t have been able to disobey the emperor. The emperor knew that well, so he could have pushed forward with this ridiculous marriage proposal. ¡°Did you know everything from the start?¡± Eventually, Odette raised her head and asked a calm question. Clearing all her confused emotions, the woman¡¯s face was as cold as that night. ¡°No, Lady Odette.¡± Bastian shook his head slowly and set the teacup he was holding onto the table. The sound made by the action with intentional force resonated loudly and clearly. ¡°Unfortunately, my imagination is not strong enough to think that the father who sold his daughter in a back alley gambling house is a real Duke, and the stakes won there are the Emperor¡¯s niece. I am very surprised to see you again like this as well.¡± Bastian raised the corners of his lips slightly in polite manners. Although perplexed, Odette soon regained her composure. The eyes looking at him were even somewhat cold. Even though she lived a life of rock bottom, she was still a woman who didn¡¯t seem to have abandoned her proud class consciousness. Come to think of it, the woman was like that that night. Where praying and pleading did not clear the air, she rather majestically admonished him. After knowing the history of her noble lineage, he seemed to be able to understand the woman¡¯s bravery. The empty pride of the powerless. It was a virtue that Bastian despised. Are you kidding me? The clearer the memory of that night, the more perplexing this marriage proposal became. Bastian stared at the woman with a look of deep disillusionment. The price of winning by risking his life was the daughter of a beggar duke. Things were going badly for him, but he didn¡¯t want to consume his emotions any more than was necessary. The emperor, who knew he had no chance of winning but had a wide range of goals, had to be somewhere else anyway. Until the faint steam rising from the teacup disappeared, Bastian just stared at the woman. In the meantime, one song ended and the next song started. It was a beautiful, boring, worthless melody, like the woman in front of him. ¡°Please turn me down.¡± Odette, who had finished her thoughts, opened her mouth with difficulty. ¡°Captain, please tell His Majesty that you do not like me.¡± Looking at Bastian, who still had no answer, Odette made another polite request. She knew it the moment their eyes met for the first time. Bastian Clausitz despised her and had no intention of accepting this marriage proposal. For an unexpected miracle. The feeble hope that the Countess of Trier talked about did not exist from the beginning. When she realized that, a feeling of unbearable shame and humiliation overcame her. The sudden marriage proposal was frightening, but on the other hand, she felt a cautious anticipation. This was the reason why, even after receiving such a reply, she could not give up her last unfulfilled wish. It felt like that man who was called a hero was the light of salvation shining through her hopeless life. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but I have no intention to do that. Lady Odette.¡± After a while, Bastian opened his mouth and calmly conveyed his intention of refusal. While Odette, who was taken aback by the completely unexpected answer, hesitated, she sat upright. Decorations symbolizing positions and majors shone brilliantly on the pure white uniform were intimidating. ¡°Do you know what the rumors of the Dissen are in the public eye?¡± Bastian asked an unexpected question in a low-pitched voice. ¡°¡­I don¡¯t know.¡± Odette finally spoke after moving her hard lips several times. ¡°Then, knowing that, why do you think I came here for?¡± The man nodded briefly and asked another question, like a child¡¯s riddle. It was never an appropriate way to talk to a lady. ¡°It would be nice if you could stop talking in riddles, Captain.¡± Odette pointed out the man¡¯s rudeness in a roundabout way. Checking the watch on his wrist, Bastian nodded coolly and raised his gaze. ¡°It means that I am doing my best to be loyal to the Emperor.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t suppose you mean to accept this marriage proposal?¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but that doesn¡¯t seem to be an option.¡± Bastian expressed regret with a vague smile. Odette could feel her cheeks burning, but she did not avert her gaze and endured the moment of humiliation. ¡°I think it¡¯s a play that will end when Princess Isabelle gets married.¡± (Bastian) ¡°I do not wish to take part in deceiving the imperial family.¡± (Odette) ¡°I think you¡¯re misunderstanding something, but that¡¯s probably what the Emperor wants.¡± Bastian mocked the woman in an extremely polite tone. A shield to protect the princess. She was not so foolish as to be unaware of the fact that that was the role given to her. Nevertheless, the reason she came here must be because that lady also had a purpose. She pretended to be virtuous again on such a subject. It was a pitiful maneuver. ¡°As you can see, I am a soldier, and the emperor is the military governor of the empire. When he commands, I obey, Lady Odette.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you think about the rumors that will spread and the reputation that will be damaged in the meantime?¡± ¡°It does not matter. I¡¯m not a gentleman anyway.¡± A faint sneer appeared on the corners of Bastian¡¯s mouth. He intended to crawl if he wanted to, and howl if he wanted to bark. Bastian would do anything to protect what was his. It is a season in which he enjoys the beautiful gifts bestowed by the emperor. It was also a deal with no reason to refuse. ¡°If you don¡¯t like me so much that you don¡¯t want to see me again, I recommend Lady Odette go see the emperor yourself. I think the emperor would respect the opinion of his niece whom he cherishes enough to choose a groom himself rather than a mere naval officer, don¡¯t you think?¡± Even at the moment when he spat out words that trampled on her heart, Bastian was still being plausibly polite. She felt her eyee burning, but Odette did not avoid the man¡¯s gaze. A long ray of sunlight stretched under the awning and lay like a hatch between the two people who were still looking at each other. ¡°If you¡¯re not going to do that, then I guess we¡¯ve come to a decision.¡± After tidying up his clothes, Bastian ended the meeting by picking up the officer¡¯s hat that had been left at the end of the table. ¡°One moment, please!¡± Odette, who had been watching Bastian stand up, exclaimed urgently. She knew that there were many eyes watching, but it didn¡¯t matter that much anymore. Odette approached Bastian with an envelope taken out of her handbag. Recognizing the meaning of politely presenting it, Bastian let out a sincere laugh for the first time since the tea time began. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re going to pay for the tea?¡± ¡°Yes. I don¡¯t want to drink tea paid by the captain.¡± The blush that started on her cheeks had spread to the nape of her neck and earlobes before she knew it, but Odette still maintained her upright attitude. A wind blew from the hotel¡¯s garden between the two of them. Bastian slowly lowered his eyes and looked at Odette. The fresh scent of spring flowers blended with the soft scent of the woman blocking his way. It was a languid and quiet afternoon, as if you could hear the sound of the swaying petals. ¡°Save your money.¡± Bastian let out a low sigh and put on his hat. ¡°It wouldn¡¯t be a bad idea to add to the duke¡¯s gambling fund. So that I won¡¯t see the young lady there again.¡± ¡°What is that¡­¡± ¡°You were lucky to be sold to me that day, but there is no guarantee that you will have such luck next time.¡± Bastian rebuked Odette as if he were dealing with an immature child. Contrary to that soft voice, the eyes hidden in the shadow of the officer¡¯s cap gave off a cold light that gave her goosebumps. His aura overwhelmed Odette for an instant. She knew she had to say something, but she didn¡¯t have the confidence to say it properly. All Odette could do was endure Bastian¡¯s gaze looking down at her from an overwhelming advantage. She never wanted to see this man again. At the moment when that earnest wish had turned into tears, he smiled slowly. ¡°I look forward to seeing you again in a place that suits you, a lady of noble lineage.¡± Contrary to his vulgar words and actions, Bastian left an elegant greeting and turned around. Odette, who stood with her stubbornly straight posture, raised her watery eyes and looked at his back. The man never looked back until he passed through the long aisle and out of the lounge¡¯s entrance. CH 8 After crossing the bridge, the scenery of the city changed. The streets lined with old and shabby buildings were disorganized as they were not properly maintained. Weeds growing between the broken flagstones of the pavement, carelessly discarded garbage, and advertisement flyers for labor offices looking for day laborers and maids swayed along the river wind. Odette took a moment to catch her breath as she held the bag of groceries in her arms. The setting sun was dyeing the whole city a rosy color. The poor residential area on the outskirts of the city was no exception. When the pain in her throbbing arms subsided, Odette began to walk again. The spring flowers that were overwhelmingly beautiful just this morning now make her feel very sad. So did the dirty shop windows and dull passers-by, as well as faintly audible curses and shouts from somewhere. ¡°Who is this? Ah, the daughter of the beggar duke.¡± As Odette turned the corner, she heard giggles and sarcasm. She recognized the owner of the voice without bothering to turn her head. He was the man who ran the grocery store on the ground floor of the building. When they first moved in, she shopped at his store, but stopped because he often made vulgar jokes for the sake of fun. ¡°It seems like you¡¯re having a hard time carrying that heavy thing. Is it that the food in this town is so disgusting that you don¡¯t even want to put it in that pretty mouth?¡± The man who had come to the front of the store with his fat body looked at Odette with shining eyes. It happened every time she passed by this place. Odette just looked ahead and silently quickened her steps. If it was just the ramblings of a mean-spirited bugger, she would just listen and that would be the end of it. It was nothing to worry about. Still, the resentment she hadn¡¯t seen before was probably the result of an overly exhausting day. When the man¡¯s voice, which had been gradually fading, could no longer be heard, a building with rented houses appeared. Odette crossed the threshold with weary steps. As she faced her own reflection in the old mirror hanging over the entrance, she let out a long sigh she didn¡¯t know she was holding. She looked like a clown dressed in ridiculous makeup. The man¡¯s opinion would not have been different. If she could, she wished to erase the memory of this morning when she had set out on the road in a nice outfit. ¡°I was just here.¡± As soon as she took her eyes off the mirror, she heard a familiar voice. It was Mrs. Palmer, the wife of the building superintendent. ¡°I think another fight broke out in that house. It seemed serious, so hurry and go up!¡± Mrs. Palmer gave her lightning-fast news with her eyes wide open. Contemplating, Odette started running up the stairs frantically. Her dropped items were scattered around, but there was no time left to care about them. ¡°Tira!¡± Reaching the top floor, Odette hurriedly opened the unlocked front door. The first thing that caught her eyes was a broken vase. The remains of shattered glass and ruined wild flowers lay all over the living room floor. These were things Tira had brought for her sister a few days ago. ¡°Can¡¯t you get it out of here?!¡± The roar from the two sisters¡¯ room reverberated throughout the house. Odette, intuitively aware of the meaning of the sharp scream that followed, hurriedly ran to the scene of the commotion. The sight unfolding beyond the open doorway was far more shocking than expected. ¡°Sister!¡± Tira, who found Odette, burst into a scream-like cry. Crouching in the gap between her closet and the wall, Tira defended a small box with her whole body. It was where the two sisters kept their emergency money. Odette¡¯s gaze, which followed Tira¡¯s disheveled hair, swollen cheeks, and torn, bloody lips in sequence, turned to her father. Duke Dissen, with his face red from drunkenness, raised his arm, ready to hit Tira again at any moment. Odette ran to Tira without hesitation and hugged her. At the same time, a dull thud sounded. It was so strong that the damaged hat with the decorations she was wearing blew to the far corner but Odette did not let out a single small groan. ¡°Odette! Why are you¡­¡­ .¡± Embarrassed, Duke Dissen hesitated and took a step back. Odette caught her breath while holding Tira deeply in her arms and slowly raised her head to face her father. His half-dissolved hair ran down the sides of his flushed cheeks. ¡°Please leave this room immediately.¡± Odette gave the order clearly and forcefully. Eyes filled with anger and contempt shone coldly in the setting sun. ¡°This, it¡¯s all because of that cheeky girl. Seeing you get vulgar day by day. You have your mother¡¯s blood alright.¡± Swallowing dry saliva, Duke Diesen mumbled lame excuses with a broken spirit. Even at that moment, his both eyes were watching the emergency fund box. ¡°No. It is all thanks to father¡¯s blood that I am shallow!¡± Tira raised her head and shouted in anger. In the wind, the wild curses that the excited father poured out again mixed with Tira¡¯s jabs, which she did not lose and gave back. ¡°Stop!¡± Opening her tightly closed eyes, Odette shrieked sharply. Only then did Odette slowly rise from her seat while the two of them held their breath. ¡°Don¡¯t touch Tira again. If this happens one more time, I won¡¯t put up with it any longer.¡± ¡°What if I don¡¯t?¡± ¡°The thing father fears most will happen.¡± ¡°You dare to threaten your father?¡± Even facing Duke Dissen, who was shouting ferociously, Odette did not show any emotional agitation. Odette knew very well that as long as she had the pension, her father would never let her go. For even the last connection with the royal family must not be lost. The day she learned this, Odette realized another fact that she could be her father¡¯s greatest weakness. ¡°You terrible thing.¡± Duke Dissen, who had been glaring at Odette for a long time, uttered a word of contempt and turned around. As the sound of rough footsteps receded, the silence deepened in the messy room. Odette finally relaxed and turned around. Tira embraced the emergency fund box she devoted herself to protecting. She was still weeping bitterly. Odette first helped Tira up and sat her down on the bed. ¡°From now on, just give it to him. It¡¯s better than getting hurt.¡± ¡°No!¡± Tira shouted and shook her head vigorously. ¡°I won¡¯t let someone like father take a penny from me. I¡¯d rather be beaten a few times.¡± ¡°Tira.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t force me to behave as noble as sister. How can an illegitimate child born by a maid have the same thoughts as Her Highness¡¯s daughter?¡± Pushing away Odette¡¯s hand to check her injured face, Tira cried out. ¡°Sister knows nothing. But how can an older sister who can dress up in pretty clothes and play princess thanks to the imperial family know how I feel?¡± Tira, who had sharpened her blade and made a sarcastic remark, quickly passed Odette. It seemed that she had not left the house, judging by the loud sound of the warehouse door closing. Odette stood there, staring at the night view of the Prater river through the window. A large ship was passing under the drawbridge. It was a warship heading for the dock of the Admiralty. Gently opening her closed eyes, Odette took off her ill-fitting clothes. Her mother¡¯s memento, a water-blue dress, was confined deep in her closet, along with memories she didn¡¯t want to recall. The fate of her cherished shoes and gloves and broken hat were no different. Dressed in her old cotton dress, Odette first straightened her messy hair after being beaten by her father. The flowery Wednesday sun set as she cleaned up the mess and fetched the groceries strewn across the stairwell. The door to the warehouse where Tira was hiding was still firmly closed. It seemed like she needed a little more time alone. Odette stopped the bleeding from the cut from the broken glass and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Princess¡¯s play was over. Now it was time to return to the Odette of Dissen. *** ¡°And here is a letter from the imperial palace.¡± The butler, Lovis, perplexed, made a final report. Bastian, who had just signed the checkbook, slowly turned his gaze to the letter Lovis had delivered. An empty envelope and a wax seal stamped with the imperial coat of arms. It was a letter whose sender could be recognized without opening it. Bastian opened the envelope with an unlit cigarette between his lips. When he opened the letter, which smelled strongly of perfume, he saw the name exactly as he expected. Princess Isabelle. She was the immature child who caused upheaval in his cruising life. The shock of her marriage. An apology. But still an unrequited love. Bastian read the letter, which was not different from what he expected, with a ruthless gaze. The princess was obsessed with her love imitating the old court love poems about a princess and a knight. Reading the letter he had the same feeling to be able to understand the Emperor who had lost his reason in worrying about his daughter. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Master.¡± The butler bowed his head and apologized. ¡°I tried to refuse to receive it, but Her Imperial Highness gave me strict orders to make sure to deliver it¡­¡± ¡°Nothing to worry about.¡± Bastian lit a cigarette and laughed nonchalantly before standing up from his desk. The princess had been sending letters through her own maid for years. It had been a long time since he didn¡¯t even reply formally anymore, but her tenacity showed no signs of faltering. Crossing the study, Bastian tossed the letter into the fireplace. The western sky seen through the window was dyed red by the setting sun. *** Bastian had a long-awaited leisurely evening. After a leisurely smoke, he changed into his workout clothes and left the house. After he ran through a park in the heart of the city, the night had fallen. Bastian made his way home by following the promenade leading to the back door of the townhouse. As he came out of a longer-than-usual shower, he heard an urgent knock. ¡°Come in.¡± Bastian answered while tying the belt of the robe he was wearing. ¡°This is a letter from the imperial palace.¡± The butler approached with quick steps and said in a trembling voice. Bastian opened the bedroom window facing the garden and slowly turned around. Two letters in one day. The butler delivered the unexpected letter just as the irritation the Princess had given him reached a critical point. ¡°It¡¯s an invitation to the ball to celebrate Her Majesty¡¯s birthday. You are now a guest in the imperial palace, master.¡± The old butler¡¯s eyes turned red with emotion. Bastian opened the colorful envelope with an expressionless face. On the invitation to the imperial ball, the name Bastian Klauswitz, who had been completely ignored in their world, was clearly engraved. It seemed like a reward for agreeing to the marriage proposal. ¡°Your mother in heaven will be very pleased.¡± Lovis, who wiped away tears, whispered softly. Bastian nodded and put the invitation down. There was no way to know his mother¡¯s heart, but he could imagine the feelings of his stepmother in Ardennes. She probably would not be able to sleep at night. It wouldn¡¯t be strange if she fell ill because she couldn¡¯t overcome her anger. With a satisfied smile, Bastian turned his head toward the garden where the cool night breeze blew. The face of the woman (Odette) he would soon see again floated briefly over the blooming spring flowers and disappeared. If that was the case, it was not a bad reward. CH 9 The carriage, which had been speeding along, entered the main street of Lutz. Jeff Klauswitz slowly opened his eyes and looked out his carriage window. A procession of luxurious carriages bearing the coat of arms of prestigious aristocratic families was filling the avenue leading to the imperial palace. The downtown area, where darkness had begun to fall, was becoming more and more congested with crowds gathering to see the magnificent view. While admiring the feast of lights that lit up the city at night, his gaze stopped on the crest of a carriage running side by side. Golden rose. It was Herhardt. Jeff Klauswitz sneaked a sideways glance through the carriage window.The owner of the duke¡¯s family, who was said to be the highest aristocrat in the empire, was a young man barely the age of his son. As if he felt the staring gaze, the Duke slowly turned his head. Their eyes met without a chance to avoid it, but the young duke showed no agitation. He politely tilted the tip of his chin in greeting, and then he calmly withdrew his gaze. ¡°Today, I can finally be introduced to Duke Herhardt.¡± Jeff looked expectantly at his son in the seat across from him. Franz, who had been concentrating only on reading his open book, finally raised his head. ¡°What do you mean by that?¡± ¡°Your fiancee. Since she is the daughter of a family within Herhardt¡¯s social circle, she will be able to build a bridge between you and the Duke.¡± ¡°But Father. Lady Klein and Duke Herhardt have no personal relationship, and¡­¡± ¡°Of course.¡± Theodora Klauswitz, who was observing the air currents between the father and son, quickly cut off her son. ¡°If it is difficult for her to come forward in person, Count Klein might be able to arrange a meeting with him. Isn¡¯t that right, Franz?¡± With her eyes full of authority, Theodora challenged her son with a question close to a command. The hesitant Franz eventually nodded his head in resignation. ¡°How long have you been going to the same school? I can¡¯t believe you¡¯ve never tried to mix words properly before.¡± A deep sigh escaped from Jeff¡¯s lips as he examined the philosophical book on Franz¡¯s lap. Of course, Franz was unmistakably a genius. He was smart enough to stand out in a private school where children of prestigious families gathered, and his artistic sense was also outstanding. The son who graduated as an honor student and was accepted into the top university in the empire was definitely the pride of the family. But outside of academics, well. Jeff was very displeased with Franz, who pursued vain notions such as art and philosophy. The same went for his girlish temperament, which seldom blends into the world of men. It was not a very satisfying achievement compared to the money and effort it took to get him into the school. ¡°We can¡¯t all be friends just because we¡¯re alumni, father. What¡¯s more, the Duke of Herhardt. Matthias von Herhardt wouldn¡¯t be close to my mother either. The school year was different from mine.¡± Franz, furious, retorted. He looked quite wounded with pride. ¡°The lady of the Dissen family will also attend this ball, right?¡± Theodora, who was watching the scene, quickly changed the subject. Fortunately, the name she mentioned worked beyond expectations. ¡°She¡¯s a well-spoken, poor aristocrat, but she¡¯s in a bad situation. It¡¯s obvious what the standard of such person will be.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t think too negatively. It¡¯s time for Bastian to get married as well. In any case, there is nothing wrong with him getting a wife who is of imperial blood.¡± Theodora gave advice with a benevolent smile on her face. It was as if she was genuinely concerned about her stepson¡¯s future. ¡°Indeed. You have a point,¡± smirked Jeff Klauswitz, whose face was so charming and lovely that his middle age belied his face. Theodora looked at her husband with enchanted eyes, as if she were dreaming. Jeff Klauswitz was her world. It had been that way ever since the spring of her eighteenth year, when she fell deeply in love. Nothing was more important than the man. Neither the difference in their status, nor the opposition of her family, nor even the fact that he was already married* could hinder that passionate love. Theodora, even if she sold her soul to the devil, she wanted to have that man, and she finally did. (*Jeff was married to Bastian¡¯s mother at the time) ¡°I must be sure to congratulate Bastian when I see him. How happy he must be to finally be invited to the imperial palace, and to have a wife bestowed upon him by His Majesty the Emperor.¡± Anticipation began to float in Theodora¡¯s eyes as she gazed at the imperial palace, which had suddenly become closer. It was thanks to the efforts of Theodora¡¯s family, Viscount Oswald, that Klauswitz was accepted as a member of society. However, the qualification was limited to the children of the Klauswitz and his second wife. It was the last pride of the aristocratic society, and it was also Theodora¡¯s wish that she could not accept even the children of Jeff¡¯s lowly ex-wife. This allowed Franz to more easily confirm his succession. But he (Bastian) finally rose to the occasion. The day she first learned of the fact that Bastian had received an invitation to the Imperial Ball, she was so anxious and nervous that she could not sleep. But fortunately the pain didn¡¯t last long. It was thanks to the news that the daughter of the Duke of Dissen would also attend the ball. Considering what kind of disgrace Bastian would face, this incident felt like an opportunity. ¡°But it would not be very honorable for such a woman to be a member of our family.¡± Franz objected with a frown. He looked as if he had just stepped on dirt. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Franz, no one will consider Bastian¡¯s bride a member of our family. Wouldn¡¯t it be better if it was Illis?¡± Theodora looked at her husband with a carefree smile. Bastian had not spent any time under the roof of the Klauswitz family since they left Ardennes the year he turned twelve. His maternal family, the Illis family, took care of him, and Bastian also considered them family. He was as grateful as if he was given the world. ¡°Your mother is right, Franz, you just have to think about your future.¡± Jeff Klauswitz happily nodded his head in agreement. Theodora smiled, her face displaying incomparably great affection and pride. Like the day she cleared Jeff¡¯s shackles that of an ex-wife. Just like the day she gave birth to her son of noble blood. Just like the very day that made Klauswitz a member of this world. When the carriage arrived at its destination, their conversation stopped at that point. The night of the Imperial Palace was dawning with an intimidating, spectacular light. *** ¡°Captain Klauswitz has arrived!¡± As the powerful shouts of the servants resounded, the eyes of the guests were all focused on the entrance of the banquet hall. Franz also turned his head to look there. He was excitedly bouncing his feet. It was the first time in his life that he was invited to a banquet in the imperial palace. He had the honor of stepping into a world that he had never dared to dream of, so he couldn¡¯t control his happiness. That was why Bastian¡¯s humiliation, which only appeared right before the start of the ball, was even greater. He (Bastian) was always bragging about everything. He (Bastian) would be a shallow beast who would be treated to a lump of fish in return for hunting people. Clearing his disturbed breathing, Franz escorted his fianc¨¦e to the front of the crowd of onlookers. It was a position where he could see Bastian, who was about to enter. As soon as they stopped, Bastian appeared. Franz¡¯s hopes of proving the difference between him and his half-brother were shattered the moment he took his first step. Bastian proceeded without hesitation down the path that stretched out before him. It was an appearance so arrogant that it could be seen as the position of the Crown Prince. But what surprised Franz more than that was the glamorous faces of greeting Bastian. From high-ranking aristocrats to celebrities in the political and financial world. It was a connection that was unlikely to be within the social circle of a mere navy captain. ¡°Is he also acquainted with Duke Herhardt?¡± The young lady of Klein, who was watching the scene, innocently admired it. Franz held his breath with his lips tightly closed. Matthias von Herhardt, who had approached Bastian, was about to shake hands first. It was a situation that was completely incomprehensible, but it seemed clear that the two had already known each other and were close enough to have a social conversation. Nervous, Franz raised his cold hand and adjusted his glasses. In the meantime, Bastian turned around after finishing his conversation with Duke Herhardt. ¡°Hello, Franz.¡± When their eyes met, Bastian calmly approached Franz and greeted him. ¡°It¡¯s nice to see you again, Lady Kline.¡± Taking interest in Franz, who was unable to speak easily, Bastian turned to his fianc¨¦e by his side. ¡°Hello. I¡¯m pleased to meet the captain at the imperial palace.¡± Fortunately, Count Klein¡¯s daughter, who was more intelligent than her fianc¨¦, dispelled the awkward atmosphere with a sociable greeting. It was towards the end of their conversation that Franz barely spoke the first words. ¡°How do you feel about finally entering the imperial palace?¡± Clearing his throat, Franz smiled casually. He looked thinner than before, when the succession classes were quite difficult. ¡°I¡¯m so moved that I want to make it a lifetime honor. Just like you are.¡± Bastian, who slowly inspected the grand banquet hall of the imperial palace, tilted his head and smiled. As if this was a sufficient answer, Franz¡¯s face turned red. ¡°Well. That wouldn¡¯t be too bad.¡± Even at the moment of belated bravado, Franz could not hide his nervousness. It was then that a cry was heard announcing the arrival of the last guest. It was the name he had been waiting for. Franz hurriedly turned toward the entrance of the banquet hall. And after a while, a young lady with a gray-haired old lady in front entered. She was the bride in question who would ruin Bastian¡¯s first imperial ball. Franz looked at his brother¡¯s bride with excitement. It was about the time Lady Odette reached the center of the hall that he had a feeling that something was wrong. This was not possible. Franz¡¯s face blurred for a moment as he denied the reality that rendered him speechless. The snide remarks that had flowed out of his mouth without his knowledge seeped into the crowd¡¯s amazement. Just as his (Franz¡¯s) increasingly loud heartbeat muffled all the noise in the world, Bastian began to move. A piece of rotten meat thrown by the emperor towards that damn beautiful woman. CH 10 ¡°You¡¯re a very special child who has a talent for using that pretty face unworthily.¡± A deep wrinkle appeared between Countess of Trier¡¯s eyebrows as she looked over Odette. Odette¡¯s expressionless face looked like a pale piece of marble. The blue satin dress and the cool brilliance of the diamonds further accentuated her cold impression. It was the wrong look to be a lovely bride. Fortunately, she never looked like a pauper who borrowed clothes and jewelry to the ball¡­ ¡°Don¡¯t forget that the Dissen¡¯s future depends on the success of this job.¡± The Countess of Trier, looking over the banquet hall, gave her harsh advice in a lower voice. Oppression and coercion. There were even conciliatory threats. Memories of the days when she had to mobilize less-than-ideal methods to bring Odette came flooding back in the light of the Marble Hall. Seeing that her stubbornness and pride were so great, it must have been the blood of the imperial family. ¡°Please keep your promise.¡± Odette paused and slowly turned her head to look at the Countess of Trier. She was quite bold, but she didn¡¯t come across as too arrogant. It was probably because of the sincerity in her desperate eyes. What was all that small pension? She suddenly felt sad, but the Countess of Trier did not show it. Odette informed her that she would no longer see Bastian Klauswitz. The man had no intention of accepting the marriage proposal and said that his will was no different. It wasn¡¯t that she didn¡¯t understand his feeling. It would not be easy to be dragged into a strange world one day and insulted. If he could not win the hearts of the people by showing them all the faces he possessed, then it was safe to assume that there was virtually no hope for him. But the emperor wanted it. It meant that even if she was used to the fullest and then abandoned, Odette would have to play Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s woman in front of everyone. ¡°Alright. I¡¯ll do that.¡± The Countess of Trier gladly agreed. Even if this marriage didn¡¯t work out, she wouldn¡¯t cut off her pension. That was all Odette wanted anyway. She said that if the Countess could persuade the emperor and get her a definite answer, she would do the duty given to her. ¡°The emperor is obviously a ruthless man, but at least he is not despicable. If this marriage proposal has helped Princess Isabelle get her act together and have a safe wedding, he won¡¯t pretend you¡¯re an outcast. Even if winning a lottery ticket is impossible, they may be generous enough to increase the amount of pension. If you¡¯re lucky, you might even get more.¡± The Countess of Trier soothed Odette in a more subdued tone. Although she wielded the pension, which cut off the Dissen¡¯s life, as a weapon, she felt uneasy when she saw the abandoned princess¡¯s daughter being sold for such a pittance. ¡°Thank you, Countess.¡± Odette, who gave a short word of gratitude, faced the unfamiliar world that was unfolding in front of her again. Ceiling decorated with beautiful frescoes and crystal chandeliers, to the view of the large garden spreading out through the wide open windows. Everything was as her mother had described. It was a strange feeling to recall the memory of her mother, who was morbidly buoyant when she told her about the Imperial Palace, but eventually broke down sobbing. On the night of the ball, when the garden was full of flowers, the girl who fell in a fateful love right here would not have known. That her love would cost her all of herself. How could she love like that? What was her love that took away everything? Odette loved her mother dearly, but she never understood her. She (her mother) shouldn¡¯t have betrayed her country and her family for a man like her father. After all, if she had made the wrong choice, she should have humbly accepted the consequences. But her mother always followed illusions. For a time, love. And after that love was defeated, an irretrievable past. Like a traveler in the desert, enchanted by a mirage. It was a life with an unquenchable thirst for a lifetime. Odette slowly closed her eyes, erasing the meaningless memories. And when she opened her eyes again, even her last hesitation had disappeared and her eyes were much firmer. Life was precious. Odette, who had been in charge of her household for many years, knew this all too well. She also knew how important money was as its foundation. She was not willing to sell her honor and self-respect to chase money, but that did not mean that honor and self-respect could take precedence over life. That was the dignity and honor that Odette knew. A pension was at stake for this marriage, and Odette desperately needed the money. That alone was enough for her to not be able to turn back. Having strengthened her resolve, Odette began to move forward on the path she had chosen. It was when she passed over the imperial coat of arms that adorned the center of the hall that her eyes met with the man. A melody resembling a spring night flowed. The feast of lights illuminating the darkness was enchanting, and the scent of spring flowers was buried in the wind that passed through the garden. It was an evening ball, like the story her mother had told her. However, all of this was just a one-night mirage, and Odette did not believe in illusions. Bastian came across the wide hall and stopped a small distance away. The man¡¯s attitude towards the chaperone was impeccably polite. Odette waited for the next turn with elegance. As expected, the Countess of Trier handed over Odette, and Bastian approached without hesitation and held out his hand. ¡°Let¡¯s go, Lady Odette.¡± The man¡¯s voice sounded as if exercising his natural right overwhelmed the commotion around him. Odette, who raised her slightly lowered eyes, conveyed her permission by offering her hand. The moment Bastian wrapped his hand around hers, the door to the great banquet hall opened wide. It was the emperor¡¯s position. *** ¡°Please calm down.¡± Valerie sighed deeply and lowered her voice to a whisper. Isabelle, who was tipping her glass in disappointment, slowly lifted her head to look at her sister. ¡°I don¡¯t need your advice.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry. How long are you going to tarnish the honor of the imperial family because of a man who has no interest in you?¡± ¡°Do you think you are qualified to give such a sermon when it¡¯s been you, who had been chasing after Duke Herhardt a while ago?¡± ¡°He is Herhardt. You don¡¯t believe that the grandson of a lowly antique dealer is the same as the greatest aristocrat in the empire, right?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t speak carelessly about Bastian!¡± Isabelle¡¯s excited shout broke the tranquility of the terrace. The guests, startled by the commotion, all turned their attention to the two princesses. ¡°Calm down. Have you already forgotten mother¡¯s request to show a sense of responsibility worthy of an imperial princess?¡± Valerie looked around and her cheeks burned with shame. But Isabelle was still struggling in her pathetic feelings of unrequited love. ¡°Those two are having a good time while sister hides here and sheds tears.¡± Valerie sighed, raising her voice on purpose, and pointed proudly through the terrace window. Isabelle¡¯s face immediately contorted with unbearable pain. Captain Klauswitz and Duke Dissen¡¯s daughter, who had been walking around the banquet hall without leaving each other¡¯s side for a moment, were now engaged in a private conversation. The two, with their tall stature and gorgeous looks, stand out like disparate beings in the crowd. It was hard to deny that they were a perfect pair, at least in terms of appearance. ¡°Bastian is just following the emperor¡¯s orders.¡± Emptying her cup in one gulp, Isabelle tried to deny the reality in front of her. It was at that moment, of all moments, that the unbelievable happened. When the daughter of the Duke of Dissen whispered something, Bastian tilted his head and lowered his gaze. How friendly the eyes and smiles exchanged were. It was as if they were lovers who had begun to fall in love. ¡°Just because sister believes that, it doesn¡¯t change the reality.¡± Valerie taunted Isabelle in a very nasty way. ¡°Captain Klauswitz fell in love with the lady of the Dissen. No wonder. What kind of man would refuse such a beauty?¡± ¡°You know nothing. Bastian isn¡¯t a vain man.¡± Isabelle opened her tightly closed eyes and shook her head resolutely. It had been 6 years. Ever since the day she fell in love at first sight, she had only looked at Bastian. How could she not have known the man she had loved with all her heart during those long years? It was never a vain delusion alone. No matter what anyone said, Isabelle knew. How honorable a man Bastian Klauswitz was and how loyal a soldier he was. How deep and sad was the love that she couldn¡¯t help but convey because of that? ¡°At least you seem to know better than your sister.¡± Valerie laughed lightly and stood up from her seat. When the uninvited guest who gave her cheeky advice left, Isabelle was finally able to be alone again. The sound of her filling her empty glass penetrated the air of a sad spring night. How could he have paid for his devotion to the empire with such a poor woman? It was unjust, but that foolishly loyal man seemed to have accepted even that. Perhaps he had in mind the rumors spreading in the social world. Using that woman as a shield to protect the princess¡¯s honor. Yes, he did. Tears welled up in Isabelle¡¯s eyes, who had finally found the answer. A hero of low bloodline and an abandoned Princess¡¯s daughter. It was a scandal that was sure to attract public attention. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the main characters of this social season were already occupied by those two. It was enough shade to cover Isabelle¡¯s name. But what was the meaning of the glory obtained at the cost of your sacrifice? Tears kept falling, racing in a torrent of sorrow, wet Isabelle¡¯s red cheeks. A sweet waltz melody now began to be heard through the open window. Among the guests who made their way to the center of the banquet hall in pairs was Bastian, who was holding the woman¡¯s hand. Isabelle poured another glass of wine, gritting her teeth. Her eyes were blurred by her tears, and the overflowing alcohol soaked her hands, but she had no energy left to worry about such things. It seemed that she knew for the first time the intentions of her mother, who had allowed her to attend the ball. She must have hoped that Isabelle would be hurt in the most miserable way. So that she could no longer hold on to this love. Isabelle raised her unfocused eyes and looked at her cousin, who had taken Bastian¡¯s side that should have been hers. The woman who was said to be a puppet of the imperial family for money was abominably calm and confident, and she was most beautiful. The waltz of the spring night began at the same time that the sense of shame that this fact gave her led to a sad weeping. CH 11 Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s waltz was perfect. Odette, who was prepared to step on his foot a few times, looked at Bastian with slightly surprised eyes. The man who calmly received that gaze was relaxed enough to give off a rather arrogant impression. It was embarrassing to read his thoughts, but Odette soon regained her composure. ¡°You waltz very well.¡± Bastian let out a chuckle when she gave him a calm compliment. ¡°Lapen¡¯s teachers will be able to make even a monkey do a gentleman¡¯s dance.¡± Lapen. Odette¡¯s eyes widened as she repeated the unfamiliar word. It was the best private school in the empire, where even children of prestigious families could not easily cross the threshold. It was an unlikely name to come out of the mouth of a man who was ostracized for being vulgar and lowly. While hesitating because she couldn¡¯t find an appropriate answer, the order of turns came. Odette, freed from the uncomfortable gaze thanks to this, focused on the present moment again. It was the first and last ball she would ever attend. She couldn¡¯t leave with the regret of having danced a stupid dance on a beautiful night that would never come again. Having made up her mind, Odette willingly entrusted herself to Bastian, who skillfully led her. It was the first waltz he had danced since his mother passed away, but fortunately his body did not seem to have forgotten the strict teachings of those days. As Odette relaxed, the two of them gradually found a natural flow. The emperor and empress were satisfied. The troubled princess ran away to the terrace in tears. And Sandrine de LaViere, or Countess Lenart, who was constantly glancing this way. Bastian continued to appreciate the ripples caused by Odette in turn. It was the result as expected. In addition, an unexpected gift was added, so it was more than expected. Franz couldn¡¯t take his eyes off Odette even for a moment. Even at the moment when he was dancing with his fianc¨¦e, whom he was so proud of, his eyes were relentlessly following Odette. Count Klein¡¯s daughter, who saw it, was crying, but Franz didn¡¯t even seem to notice. Bastian looked at Odette with a satisfied smile on his face. Even at the moment of embarrassment and averting her gaze, Odette maintained a perfectly balanced posture. She was light as a feather and graceful in her gestures. After this night, Odette¡¯s reputation would be irrevocably ruined. He was well aware of that, but Bastian didn¡¯t care. The woman who showed up here with gorgeous jewelry and dress wrapped around her would not have known it, but she pretended to be an independent woman who would not drink even a cup of tea for free, but in the end succumbed to snobbish greed. Of course, she was not incapable of understanding what the business was all about. To some extent, it was fortunate that she was not a foolish woman who would fall into the abyss of her own poetic pride. It was only matter of using each other for their own purpose, each of them should get what they wanted. Passing through the clear eyes and smooth ivory cheeks, Bastian¡¯s gaze reached the nape of her neck where the blue veins were clearly visible. The brilliance of a gorgeous diamond necklace that could not have belonged to this woman pierced his eyes. Bastien¡¯s gaze, which had been following the path of light that flowed along her straight collarbone, stopped deep above the neckline of her fan dress. Her breasts appeared to be particularly emphasized, as if the garment was ill-fitting for the woman¡¯s body. Her waist had been narrowed by the insertion of clothespins, but there did not seem to be enough time to make the repairs that would increase its width. It wasn¡¯t so bad and it gave him more to look at. ¡°What a beautiful piece of jewelry and dress. It goes well with the young lady.¡± Bastian¡¯s lips curled slightly as he looked at Odette, who was giving him scolding eyes. As he scanned her body lines once more, her cheeks turned faintly red. It made him curious what the color was under her dress. ¡°Thank you for the compliment, Captain.¡± After responding firmly, Odette gently widen the gap between her and Bastian. But anyway, she was still in the arms of this man. As long as this dance continued, there was no escape. ¡°Are you returning it after tonight?¡± At the same time as the large hands wrapped around her back were filled with strength, a question with obvious ridicule was heard. Bastian approached, breaking the gap Odtte had worked so hard to forge, and lowered his head to meet Odette¡¯s gaze. The shadows cast by the lights that shone on his slanted face accentuated the sharp lines of his nose and chin. It was a vulgar language, but Odette decided not to point it out. After going through the prestigious history department and the Royal Military Academy, he was commissioned as an officer. He was a man who had received a more aristocratic education than any other aristocrat. It also meant that Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s rudeness was by no means a product of ignorance. ¡°Yes. It¡¯s because I paid a day¡¯s wages and rented it.¡± Odette looked at Bastian with a face that erased the shame that had been stuck like a thorn. He was a man who had already met her at the depths of her life. If she couldn¡¯t hide anything, she¡¯d better be confident. ¡°Don¡¯t worry too much. I have enough money left over to arrange something else.¡± ¡°Lady Odette must have been a much richer lady than I expected.¡± ¡°It¡¯s all thanks to the captain¡¯s consideration.¡± ¡°Consideration?¡± ¡°Yes. I am greatly benefiting from the savings on the tea the other day. I don¡¯t think I will have to worry about jewelry and dresses until the play is over.¡± Odette¡¯s brightly smiling eyes shone coldly. Understanding the prickly joke, Bastian laughed out loud. It must have been revenge for the disgrace she suffered that day, but it was not a bad provocation. Although it didn¡¯t seem to be getting the desired result. ¡°It¡¯s fortunate that the tea money is being spent on something far more valuable than the Duke¡¯s gamble.¡± ¡°Since it¡¯s the money I was supposed to pay the captain, I¡¯m going to use it for the captain¡¯s benefits.¡± ¡°Next time, I¡¯ll have to treat you to a nice meal. So that the lady can save more money.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but I am going to decline that offer.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Bastian, who had been responding with natural jokes, narrowed his brows. ¡°I would not wish to incur a debt that is outside the scope of repayment.¡± ¡°I would never by any chance have to sell such a noble woman in exchange for a debt.¡± ¡°Considering the memory of the first day I met Captain, I don¡¯t believe it very much.¡± A small smile escaped from Bastian¡¯s lips as he looked down at Odette, who was taking jabs at every turn. All the members of the blue blood family had stiff necks, but Lady Odette did not seem to be defeated by anyone. In fact, she had a very long, slender neck for a woman. As the night deepened, the lights grew more brilliantly. They continued their waltz with each other in their light-tinted eyes. Even when Odette averted her gaze from time to time, Bastian continued to stare deeply and calmly. It was towards the end of the dance that the commotion from the other side of the hall reached them. Bastian turned his head towards the source of the murmur. A woman was staggering among the guests who had stopped dancing in astonishment. It was the princess, the culprit of the marriage proposal. *** ¡°There they are!¡± A shout close to a scream rang out, and at the same time, the princess dug in between the two. It happened in a flash. ¡°I know you do this to get out of your life as a rat in the gutter. You¡¯re a beggar. You have no pride.¡± Isabelle, standing with her back to Bastian, stubbornly began to pounce on Odette. ¡°This woman is seducing you for money! She¡¯s nothing more than a cortisan!¡± Isabelle threw the ornamental comb in her hand. It had been worn by Odette earlier. Isabelle grabbed Odette¡¯s hair with even more ferocity, as if that wasn¡¯t enough to relieve her anger. Bastian¡¯s mouth twitched into a twisted sneer as he watched. It was an abomination, but she deserves credit for the guts she took to attack Odette with all her might, even as her body staggered with drunkenness. ¡°Calm down, Your Highness.¡± Bastian, who easily pushed Isabelle away, blocked Odette¡¯s body. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you love that woman.¡± Isabelle, unable to overcome her wrath, eventually burst into tears. In the meantime, Odette, who had caught her breath, slowly approached the place where the fragments of the broken jeweled comb were scattered. ¡°Look at that snob who is still blinded by jewels! Huh?¡± Isabelle, who found Odette picking up the pieces, lashed out at her. Even in the midst of that, Odette calmly focused on what she had to do. She was so calm that gave people goosebumps. ¡°You¡¯re drunk.¡± Bastian stopped Isabelle with a more determined attitude. ¡°I love you.¡± The princess, who was looking up at him blankly, whispered. It was a look that perfectly met the definition of a drunkard. ¡°I¡¯d rather let the whole world know about this love! That would be better than losing you like this.¡± Isabelle burst into tears again and hugged Bastian. The smell of alcohol was so strong that it made his head hurt. Bastian, erasing his youthful sneer from his mouth, politely pushed away the princess who was clinging to him. But Isabelle was as desperate as a person on the edge of a cliff. Neck and chin. The lower lip. The princess, who had risen with all her strength, began to press her lips to Bastian¡¯s at random. When he turned his head to avoid the abomination, the imperial throne was in his line of vision. There was just a brief commotion there as well, as the empress collapsed from shock. The imperial couple eventually left earlier than planned. The orchestra, which had been playing nonstop, stopped playing, and the banquet hall was enveloped in a cold silence. This spring¡¯s ball at the imperial palace seemed to have come to an inglorious end. It was an impressive entry into society in many ways. Bastian¡¯s staring, downcast eyes examined the chaos that the imperial princess had wrought. A quiet smile broke out from his face, which had been as insensitive as watching someone else¡¯s misfortune, the moment he discovered the Klauswitz in contemplation. They were at a loss, afraid that this might spark a fire. The circumstances of Franz, who was keeping an eye on his fianc¨¦e¡¯s family like a missing bird, were not much different. Bastian, who met with his angry father¡¯s eyes, conveyed his deepest consolation and encouragement with a light nod. And again, he turned his head without much haste. The emperor¡¯s daughter was still begging for his love with a messy face. It was a tearful and elegant tragedy. CH 12 ¡°Perhaps I¡¯ve lived too long.¡± The Countess of Trier, seeing the mess the princess had caused, was stunned into a faux pas. Isabelle jumped Bastian Klauswitz in an obviously insane manner. What a ghastly sight! It was difficult to keep her eyes open to watch it. ¡°Oh my God, look at him!¡± While the Countess was touching her throbbing forehead, the surroundings started to stir. Only then did the Countess of Trier look up and see the antique dealer¡¯s grandson. Bastian watched Isabelle with cold contempt. There was no sign of any respect for the imperial family. Of course, that was the only situation, but to dare to show the emperor¡¯s daughter his true feelings as they were¡­. He was the height of disrespect. By the time the Countess started to seriously worry that the antique dealer¡¯s grandson might attack the Princess, she began to make a move. Bastian let out a deep sigh and stubbornly pushed the princess away. Isabelle, who was not deterred even after losing her last respectable image, clung to him again, but he refused to give her any more leniency. ¡°Isabelle!¡± Isabelle, who was again miserably rejected, broke into a cry when the crown prince appeared. While the princess was being dragged by her brother¡¯s hand, Bastian Klauswitz tidied up his clothes that had become disheveled in the scuffle. The ruthless gesture, as if brushing off dirt, made Isabelle even more devastated. ¡°I¡¯d rather have Princess Helene. But she didn¡¯t do anything embarrassing like that.¡± The contemplative old lady of the imperial family lowered her voice and whispered. ¡°Is that all? At least the Duke of Dissen was a noble nobleman. I wonder how the princess of the empire (Isabelle) would do such a thing because she was blinded by such a lowly man (Bastian).¡± ¡°No matter, Captain Klauswitz is far superior in terms of ability and wealth.¡± In the midst of a war of words, the end of the banquet was officially declared. But the guests showed no sign of retreating. The princess left, but Captain Klauswitz and Lady Odette remained. The Countess of Trier, who glanced over at the grandson of the antique dealer who was having a conversation with the returning crown prince, moved her gaze to Odette, who was still holding the original position. The torn dress and disheveled hair told the story of the child¡¯s tragic experience. At the moment when the Countess of Trier¡¯s heart became infinitely heavy, Odette turned around. At the same time, Bastian, who finished his conversation with the crown prince, also turned around. The eyes of the two met in the still brilliant light of the imperial palace. *** Like this night, her black hair fluttered down like waves. Bastian understood the scene unfolding in front of him only after he took a deep breath. Odette untied her hair. Pulling out pins one by one, she ran her long slender fingers through her messy hair. The slow and smooth movements of the woman seemed to be part of a dance at first glance. Bastian watched the surreal scene with his narrowed eyes. With her neatly arranged hair hanging down one shoulder, Odette finally faced him directly. The dress the princess had ruined and the traces of her fingernails on her skin were barely covered. The eyes of countless onlookers were still focused on Odette, but she seemed to have forgotten all about it. No, she had a funny illusion that nothing had happened from the beginning. After finally tidying up her ruined dress, Odette slowly but without hesitation approached Bastian. Like a proud queen with the sound of footsteps resonating with one after another. Bastian captured Odette in his gaze of interest and doubt. Seeing her up close, the woman¡¯s face was so pale that it wouldn¡¯t be strange if she lost consciousness right away. Even so, her upright appearance reminded him of their first meeting. A woman who was so bold even after being sold for her father¡¯s gambling debts, held her own even under the roof of the imperial palace. At this point, she wasn¡¯t bluffing, but was a spirit that wouldn¡¯t be unreasonable to trust. Standing still in a close distance, Odette lifted her expressionless face and looked around. Beautiful Marble Hall, Night Garden, and Bastian. Odette bowed her head at the moment when she was amazed at the fact that she could remain aloof even after going through such shame and humiliation. It didn¡¯t take long for Bastian to figure out what the gesture meant. Odette was asking to finish the unfinished waltz. A polite request, or an arrogant command. Either way, it was just as absurd. Bastian raised the corner of his mouth in a slightly dejected mood. Blue blood. He finally understood the meaning of the word he had thought was pathetic. What could have driven this woman mad? The entrance to the grand banquet hall where the princess, who drowned the honor of the imperial family in mud, was dragged out. Socialite glamourites gathered in search of a stimulating interest. The aristocratic wife of her father, who was being honored at the cost of adultery and murder. Bastian looked around carefully and looked at Odette again. And he bowed his head. Towards the woman who was insignificant more than anyone else in this place, but whose blood flowed through her veins seemed to be the thickest and bluest, willingly. ¡°What the hell is that?¡± The onlookers, who had been holding their breath, began to stir. How shameless and unbelievable was the behavior that did not suit the situation that had become a massive disgrace. It gave them the illusion that the ball was still going on. The Countess of Trier, who had changed her mind about bringing Odette before it was too late, watched the scene with a strange smile. It was now their turn to exit, the last turn of the waltz. Holding hands, the two leisurely crossed the hall. They just stepped forward, forward, as if the crowd surrounding them had been cleanly erased. The perplexed onlookers eventually retreated without hesitation, clearing the way for them to proceed. ¡°Did you enjoy your time with Odette?¡± To Bastian, who had been escorting Odette, the Countess of Trier deliberately asked a provocative question. ¡°It was an honor to share this special day with a beautiful lady.¡± Bastian smiled as he replied with words like a passage from a book of etiquette. For the first time in his life, he crossed the threshold of the imperial palace, and it was unbelievable. The Countess of Trier studied the young officer standing before her with a keen, searching gaze. His reputation for crawling like a dog, sacrificing his ego for the sake of his career, wealth, connections, prevailed, but well. Rather, Bastian Klauswitz looked like a man clad in armor like the arrogance of a man who had lived his whole life without knowing subservience. She seemed to be able to understand the na?ve people who were enchanted by the ferocious light. Of course, that didn¡¯t change the fact that the princess was insane. ¡°See you again, Captain.¡± The Countess of Trier gave a dubious greeting and accepted Odette¡¯s hand. Unexpectedly, Odette was trembling. The sound of her small exhaled breath was also unstable. While the Countess of Trier was stunned, Bastian, who had paid tribute to the chaperone, turned around. The grandson of the antique dealer, who knew Odette¡¯s condition but did not raise an eyebrow, was amazed. Which of the two people, Odette, who held her ground and did not give in to the situation, or Bastian, who was willing to sympathize with her, could be called the more terrible of the two? It was clear that they were too similar rivals. ¡°Helene has raised her daughter quite well. It seems that she was a good mother even though her eyes were lousy for men.¡± The Countess of Trier offered consolation with plaintive words of praise. She even withdrew the hand when she tried to call someone. ¡°Well done, child. You were perfect.¡± Odette¡¯s eyes shook at the words the Countess said along with a benevolent smile. Relief and joy. A bit of disillusionment, or sadness. Those rich emotions that glistened with tears filled her eyes soon disappeared. ¡°Thank you, Countess.¡± Odette said her thanks calmly. A smile was at the tip of her quivering lips. The Countess of Trier led Odette away without saying anything of her own. Now, what this child might need was a much needed break. *** ¡°Yes. I¡¯ll take your word for it.¡± Admiral Demel sighed deeply and lowered his voice to whisper. It was a conclusion he reached after questioning Bastian¡¯s relationship with the Princess several times. ¡°Lay low for the time being. It wouldn¡¯t hurt to get closer to Lady Odette.¡± Admiral Demel left the banquet hall after leaving a request close to threatening. To take advantage of the woman. What he wanted to say was that one after all. Since then, several nags have repeatedly come and gone. Eventually, when Bastian left the banquet hall, it was late at night. If it was like last year, the ball would have been in full swing, but tonight, the Imperial Palace was heavy with desolation. Bastian got into a waiting car, leaned deeply into the back seat, and closed his eyes. As he loosened the knot on his bow tie, he let out a tired sigh. It occurred to him that perhaps the performance of the play for the Emperor should be extended. It seemed that it would take a long time for the aftermath of today¡¯s incident to subside. When he opened his eyes, solidifying his resolve, the car was passing through Preve Boulevard in downtown Lutz. The woman suddenly came to his mind when the night view of the Reinfeld Hotel began to appear through the car window. Until the last moment, Odette did not bend her stubborn will. Her appearance was so lofty that no one would have guessed that the woman was trembling from the blue. The same was true of the woman that night. She had put on her veil again, straightened her body, and walked gracefully away from the backstreet gambling parlor. Bastian, who had erased the memory of her hair flowing down sensually the soft white nape of her neck, stopped looking at his car window. The wind blew through the half-open car window, shaking the trees. The flower petals that had gotten stuck on Bastian¡¯s collar for a while as he closed his eyes again disappeared quietly before long. CH 13 ¡°Don¡¯t talk nonsense, bring me the money!¡± The owner of the grocery store stood up in front of the sales counter, shouted. How terrible was the bad breath that wafted through the air with every gulp of air. It was to the point of nausea. Duke Dissen frowned and took a step backwards. In this kind of beggar-like neighborhood, the situation of having to deal with a newly-made merchant, and to be forced to be friendly was miserable but there was nothing else he could do. After the fateful day he got involved with the unlucky officers of the Navy, it became difficult even to enter the gambling house in the back alley. The only hope remaining was the gambling tables on the outskirts of the lowly bastards. He should have been able to raise enough money to buy a decent rental house. ¡°Please allow me to enter the place just one more time. Then I¡¯ll share some of the winnings with you.¡± ¡°My god. You¡¯re robbed until there is not even a single coin left, and you still have a very ambitious dream even on the subject of debt.¡± As the store owner started laughing with his yellow teeth exposed, the group of people who were chewing cigarettes with a horrified expression began to join in one by one. ¡°Not here. Go see your daughter. I heard that she got a man. You might be able to get some pocket money.¡± (Owner of barbershop) The owner of the barbershop offered an absurd alternative. ¡°Odette has a man? You all heard nonsense.¡± (Duke Dissen) ¡°You don¡¯t even know your daughter is doing prostitution. You¡¯re such a pathetic bastard.¡± ¡°Insult my daughter one more time and you¡¯ll see!¡± ¡°Otherwise, from one day on, what is the reason for her dressing up and running around in the night dew?¡± ¡°Not long ago I saw with my own eyes from a gleaming carriage in the middle of the night. I don¡¯t know, but it looked like he was a man with money. ¡°I wish we could all get one chance before he moves up in the world.¡± ¡°Look, Beggar Duke. If you want to join the next game, why don¡¯t you bring your daughter? They¡¯ll give you a discount on the price.¡± Their faces glistened with sinister smiles as they exchanged jokes and gestured with dirty hints. Duke Dissen, who was breathing hard with a flushed face, showed his anger by kicking a wooden chest piled up next to the doorway. The sound of broken glass bottles resonated with the shouts of the surprised men. ¡°You filthy lot! How dare you go after someone¡¯s daughter!¡± Duke Dissen knocked down all the remaining chests and left the grocery store. If only a vein of gold had come out of that mine, he would have regained the territory by now. If so, his wife would not have passed away, nor would she have incurred the emperor¡¯s wrath. Duke Dissen gnashed his teeth and cursed the impostor who sold the tin mine. However, what made him angrier was the cold-blooded members of the imperial family. Deeply disappointed with the daughter for betraying the empire, the previous emperor formally declared her sequestered and then stripped her of her title as princess. It was a decision that seemed like a death sentence as he tried to rebuild the family by becoming the emperor¡¯s son-in-law. They left for a foreign country to escape the wrath and were able to return to their homeland only after the death of the previous emperor. It was because the new emperor had forgiven his sister. Although the restoration the Duke desperately wanted did not come true, the emperor was still kind enough to give the family a house to live in and settlement money. Shocked at the fact that she had lost all of the money, Helen collapsed and passed away in agony. It was nothing more than an unfortunate accident, but the emperor blamed the Duke for his sister¡¯s death. He was as heartless as his father. Still, with Odette, things might change someday. The Duke of Dissen was hopeful again and folded the collar of his cloak. He had just looked around the corner when he found Odette. Odette, neatly dressed, came out of the entrance of the building where the rented house was located. The Duke of Dissen, who changed his mind about calling his daughter, hurriedly hid himself between the gap in the narrow building. Come to think of it, Odette¡¯s outings had become more frequent recently. It seemed that good things had come to her that he hadn¡¯t seen before. It was a very suspicious change. As he reached that point in his thoughts, an ominous feeling came over him. No way that child¡­ While struggling to deny reality, Odette came closer. Duke Dissen stood close to the wall with his back turned. Fortunately, Odette did not look towards that alley. Her destination was a bridge over the Prater River. It was a street corner leading to the downtown area in the center of the city. After a brief thought, Duke Dissen began to follow his daughter as quietly as a shadow. *** ¡°Thank you for inviting me, Countess.¡± Odette first showed her courtesy with a polite greeting. The Countess of Trier, putting down her glass of water, studied Odette with supposedly keen eyes. Odette was dressed like a boring governess, but she managed to look tolerable. This was better than looking vain. Men were generally attracted to pretty girls. ¡°Did I pass?¡± After a prolonged silence, Odette spoke first. Her face was as expressionless as ever, but there was a hint of mischievousness in her softened lips. ¡°You barely escaped the failing grade.¡± The Countess of Trier smiled lightly and pointed to a seat across from her at the table. Sitting in the chair the waiter had moved, Odette¡¯s body language had such a grace that made her forget her impoverished circumstances. Her parents¡¯ once brilliant past. She was a child who seemed to have been created by gathering the last essence of that glorious days. The capricious spring weather, neuralgia, and last weekend¡¯s disappointing opera performance. An aperitif was served in the midst of unremarkable small talk. The Countess of Trier, who dismissed the waiter withholding her order, looked out of the corner of her eye toward the aisle of the restaurant. A succession of well-dressed guests were entering and exiting, but she could not see them yet. ¡°What happened to that decorative comb?¡± Surprisingly, Odette mentioned the events of that night first. The Countess of Trier naturally turned her gaze to Odette. When she saw the serious concern on her face, she let out a blank laugh. ¡°Even after being insulted like that, you still could afford to worry about the broken trinket.¡± ¡°I felt uncomfortable because I didn¡¯t fulfill my responsibility for the goods you lent me.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not very fond of slick words of goodwill, my dear.¡± ¡°If the Countess wishes, I will reimburse it.¡± ¡°You? By what means?¡± The Countess of Trier asked with a cold sneer on her face. A cunning lie or forgot the fraction. Either way, it was equally disappointing. ¡°I¡¯m going to tell His Majesty the Emperor.¡± (Odette) The outrageous reply she heard was the moment she realized that the child was no different from her father after all. ¡°Are you going to charge the father for the jewelry his daughter broke?¡± (*Isablle broke the comb) ¡°Yes. Because that was definitely the Princess¡¯s fault.¡± ¡°Do you think he¡¯ll listen to you?¡± ¡°Even if he doesn¡¯t care about me, I think he¡¯ll do right by the Countess, the great elder of the imperial family.¡± Odette put down her glass and placed her hands neatly on her lap. The Countess of Trier, who was watching her determined appearance as if she had really made up her mind to extract a debt from the emperor, couldn¡¯t help but laugh out loud. ¡°Right. It¡¯s troublesome when the Emperor of the Empire can¡¯t properly rectify one of his daughter¡¯s mistakes. As soon as I receive the estimate of the repair cost from the jeweler, I will have the bill sent directly to the Imperial Palace.¡± ¡°Can they fix it?¡± ¡°Yes. It is thanks to your meticulous collection of the broken pieces.¡± ¡°I¡¯m so glad, Countess.¡± Odette finally smiled in relief. The softly curved corners of her eyes and rosy cheeks with dimples were fresh. In front of the man (Bastian) to be captivated, she was no different than a wooden stone, but smiled like a foolish person just because the comb was fixed. The Countess was quite unsettled, but she chose not to point it out. After all, if Odette didn¡¯t have the skills to play a bewitched woman, she¡¯d better be off being a lofty swan. Might be a far better strategy to deal with the man. ¡°Isabelle was sent to the imperial summer palace. Now that she¡¯s been imprisoned there, she won¡¯t be able to get in the way between you and Captain Klauswitz anymore.¡± The Countess of Trier lightly conveyed the news of the princess as if it were no big deal. Instead of responding with a small nod of her head, Odette moved her gaze toward the window facing the boulevard. After a while of sunny spring days, the weather began to cool rapidly last night. Due to the thick clouds, the cloudy streets looked dreary as if winter had come again. One automobile with golden wheels entered the street just as Odette finished organizing her thoughts. It stopped in front of the building, presumably a visitor to the restaurant. After taking her eyes off the meaningless scenery, Odette faced the table again. When she thought that this moment was also part of her given task, she was able to sort out unnecessary emotions. She wouldn¡¯t get hurt if she didn¡¯t give her heart. It was a lesson like a gift from a scarred life. It allowed Odette to guard her heart against all odds.The riot the princess staged on the night of the ball was no different. It was obviously shameful and upsetting, but it did not hurt Odette. Proper courtesy and outward appearance. Odette double checked the only weapon she had, the pocket knife she packed before going out. After acting like a guest invited to dinner, she would leave and that was it. It would be foolish to get more emotionally intoxicated than necessary. ¡°I¡¯m starting to get hungry now.¡± The Countess of Trier looked down the aisle once more and called for the waiter with a glance. It was then that a customer arrived at the next empty table. Odette, who inadvertently turned her gaze there, let out a small exclamation. An officer who had just been seated diagonally across from Odette raised an eyebrow at about the same time she did. ¡°Oh my gosh! Such a coincidence, Countess of Trier.¡± The eyes of the old gentleman who sat across from the officer widened. It was Admiral Demel, another matchmaker who received orders from the emperor. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect to see Lord Demel here.¡± The Countess of Trier, who covered the menu board, also had a surprised expression like the admiral. ¡°It happens to be the seat next to you, so why don¡¯t we have a meal together? We were just about to order.¡± ¡°If the ladies agree, it will be a great pleasure for us. Don¡¯t you think so too?¡± Admiral Demel looked at the young officer sitting across from him with a friendly smile on his face. ¡°Of course.¡± He (Bastian) gave the answer that was forced upon him. Now, it seemed that all that was left for this script to be completed was the last line, the line given to Odette. ¡°Are you alright with it, Odette?¡± The Countess of Trier turned her head and asked a question leisurely. Odette raised her confused eyes and looked at the young officer at the next table. This situation must have been absurd, but Bastian had a smooth smile nonetheless. The man who said he would follow the emperor¡¯s orders seemed willing to participate in this obvious play. ¡°¡­¡­Yes, Countess.¡± Odette paid for a nice lunch with the answer everyone was waiting for. The warmth and meticulous care of the wrinkled hand that caught her as she staggered to her feet. The memory of the warmth and softness of her eyes remained so erased. Odette knew very well that this marriage proposal could never hurt her. For she would never give her heart to anything. CH 14 It was a meal with a clear purpose. A favorite spot for socialites and celebrities, a busy Saturday lunchtime. A table placed in a position where the eyes were focused. The shallow trick was read at a glance, but Bastian readily became a puppet for the two matchmakers. In any case, it was time to show Odette that he would see her at least once in the near future. Thanks to this, he easily got that opportunity, so there was no reason to refuse. The accident committed by the princess was somehow managed, but rumors were spreading more vigorously as the days went by. The speculation that sooner or later the tragedy of the predecessor would be repeated was gaining strength. There were also quite a few fools who were seriously concerned that their alliance with Bellof would be broken due to a distorted national marriage. ¡°April is such a wild month. Winter comes again when the flowers are in full bloom.¡± Admiral Demel, who had enthusiastically praised the well-matched pair, quietly changed the subject. ¡°It¡¯s a shame if the game has to be postponed because of the weather.¡± Admiral Demel, who exchanged glances with the old Countesss, sighed with a suddenly serious face. Aware of their purpose, Bastian joined the game by quietly observing. As expected, the next turn was Lady Odette¡¯s chaperone, the Countess of Trier. ¡°Looks like there¡¯s some important event going on.¡± ¡°Ah yes. A friendly polo match between Navy and Army will be held next weekend. It is a meaningful event held every year to promote harmony between the two forces.¡± As if Admiral Demel had waited for this opportunity, he quickly gave an answer. ¡°I see. I remember hearing about it. Does the Captain also participate in the game?¡± The Countess of Trier naturally asked Bastian. ¡°Yes, Countess.¡± Understanding the intentions of the two matchmakers, Bastian gave an appropriate answer. Odette, who had been silently eating, only then raised her gaze. Despite diligent repeated chewing and swallowing, there was still a lot of food left on her plate. ¡°In fact, Captain Klauswitz is the best player in the Admiralty. Except for the period when he was on the overseas front, he participated as a starting player every year and recorded good results.¡± ¡°Really? He wasn¡¯t just good on the battlefield then.¡± ¡°Of course. Whether on the battlefield or in the arena, he is an undisputed hero. He has excellent martial arts and even resourcefulness, so I can guarantee that the day he will command the fleet will not be far off.¡± Admiral Demel¡¯s voice, which was blatantly praising Bastian, grew louder and louder, but Odette did not show any emotion. The only time anything that could be called emotion floated over her calm face was when she gently looked down at her plate. Examining the remaining food with a troubled expression, Odette let out a silent sigh and raised her gaze again. Seeing the rearrangement of the cutlery, she seemed to have decided that it was impossible to finish eating. ¡°I¡¯m not saying this because he is my lieutenant, he really is a good soldier who is nothing short of the naval treasure,¡± Admiral Demmel finished his long talk with a confident smile. Not realizing that the treasure of the navy had lost to the sea bass dish he was about to eat. ¡°Now, as long as he gets a good wife, the captain¡¯s life will be perfect. At twenty-six, it¡¯s time to start a family.¡± The Countess of Trier looked at Bastian with the narrow eyes of that a sleepy cat. It was a blatant display of her cold true feelings. ¡°Of course, Countess.¡± Haha, Admiral Demel, who laughed awkwardly, added a note of sympathy, delayed by a beat. ¡°If you don¡¯t have a prior arrangement, how about watching a polo match, Lady Odette? I assure you it will be a good time.¡± Admiral Demel, facing Odette, did his duty by issuing orders under the guise of his questioning. If he hadn¡¯t been in a position to follow the will of the emperor, he would never have agreed to this matchmaking. No matter how great lineage and beauty she had, in the end, there was no substance. She was a useless bride to Bastian, who had to use the marriage as an opportunity to take a leap forward. In other words, it also meant that the lady had the fortune of her lifetime. ¡°If invited, I will gladly attend.¡± In the moment when the Admiral¡¯s heart was about to become heavy as he had to sacrifice his beloved subordinates to be loyal to the empire, Odette opened her mouth. Then so be it. A satisfied smile appeared on the face of Admiral Demel he erased the look of discontent in his eyes. It was not that difficult to faithfully return to the role given to him. Tables were cleared and desserts were served while exaggerated expectations for the upcoming weekend. Admiral Demmel hurriedly emptied the plate, finally putting an end to this pathetic clownish act. So did Bastian and the Countess. Only Odette took slow bites of the plate that was not even half empty while being quiet. After the meal, Admiral Demel shook Countess Trier¡¯s hand and left the restaurant. Odette left behind naturally became Bastian¡¯s charge. ¡°Admiral Demmel and I have something to discuss, so we should ask the captain to see Odette off.¡± The Countess of Trier led Admiral Demmel towards the carriage. He, too, seemed content to complete the preliminary negotiations. ¡°See you again, Captain.¡± The Countess of Trier, who had left a casual greeting, climbed into the carriage. Admiral Demel, who was watching her, soon followed suit. After a successful operation, the carriage carrying the two plotters left across the street. Bastian lowered his gaze to the woman entrusted to him. Soon after, Odette also turned her head towards him. A car arrived while the two looked at each other. Cream color with golden wheels. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± An elegant smile appeared on Bastian¡¯s insensitive face. Odette, who took her eyes off him, gave a small shake of her head in approval. Bastian, who greeted the waiter who had brought the car, escorted Odette. The gesture of opening and closing the passenger¡¯s door was as beautiful as that night¡¯s waltz. There was nowhere to run now. Odette braced herself, repeating that fact. She had to take responsibility for the decision she had made. Of course, it would not be easy. Odette had a vague premonition of her coming disgrace and sorrow. But it was all right. Because she knew very well that she was living this life to the best of her ability, and therefore her heart would not be shaken in any case. Bastian climbed into the driver¡¯s seat just as Odette had made up her mind and caught her breath. The man¡¯s face, no longer smiling, was as cold as today¡¯s sky. *** ¡°Tell me if you have a place in mind.¡± As the car stopped at an intersection, Bastian finally spoke. Odette, who was watching the cars running from the other side of the road, turned her head in surprise. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but I don¡¯t know much about these things.¡± ¡°What is?¡± ¡°So¡­¡­.. between a young gentleman and a lady.¡± After a moment¡¯s pondering, Odette gave an honest answer. A smile crossed Bastian¡¯s lips as he stared at her blankly. ¡°I will follow the captain¡¯s way.¡± ¡°Well, I don¡¯t think that¡¯s a very good idea.¡± Bastian gave an incomprehensible answer and faced forward again. Had he misspoken? Thinking long and hard, Odette finally found the answer, while the train passed the tracks and the car started moving again. The view of the city from a much different vantage point than when she rode in the carriage or streetcar seemed very unfamiliar. ¡°If it¡¯s a meeting to spread rumors, I think a place with a lot of eyes would be better.¡± It was around the time the car turned onto the Preve Boulevard that Odette found a suitable alternative. The glamorous lights of luxury stores and hotels illuminated the city on a cloudy day. ¡°That would be the most efficient way.¡± Bastian, who readily agreed, began to carefully explore the scenery of the passing downtown district. Opera house. It was not yet time for the performance to begin, and it would be difficult to get a good seat now. Department store. Although it was crowded with many people, it was rather difficult to stand out because of that. Hotel. He wouldn¡¯t want to get involved with this lady like that. As he crossed off his options one by one, the car approached the center of Preve Boulevard. It was where the two museums stood facing each other. ¡°Do you like paintings?¡± Bastian¡¯s eyes narrowed as he looked in the direction of the Art History Museum. A large poster announcing a special exhibition adorned the exterior of the building. It was not a bad setting, a gathering place for bored ladies with extra money and time on their hands. ¡°¡­¡­Yes. I like it.¡± Odette, who was carefully examining the place, gave an answer in a low voice. Bastian, nodding his head, turned the car in that direction without hesitation. Luxurious carriages and cars lined up in the vacant lot behind the building. The back door was much closer, but Bastian led Odette to the front door, which would attract the most attention. It was when Odette, who had been showing a cooperative attitude, stopped suddenly when she reached the foot of the stairs of the Art History Museum. A soft smile spread across Odette¡¯s face as she looked up at the sky. Bastian soon found out why. Snow was falling through the blossoming branches. It was not uncommon in Lutz with its capricious spring weather, but Odette was looking at the snowy sky with a dreamy face. How old was this woman? While Bastian was retracing the memories he had let slip, a snowflake fell on Odette¡¯s eyelashes. Odette, blinking in surprise, looked much more gentle and younger than usual. She looked so cold, Bastian thought suddenly. She was a fragile mess, a fleeting thought that stayed quiet like a snowflake and disappeared one moment as petals scattered in the wind and spring snow fell on Odette. Bastian waited for Odette in the April snow. He thought it was a burden, but in retrospect, it was also an unexpected gift. Thanks to that, he was able to enter this world amid keen interest and eliminate the princess, who was like a ticking time bomb. Odette¡¯s name would be of great help to the marriage business. Even if she was in a situation where she had to hit rock bottom from one place to another, she was certainly a woman of noble status and lineage.The marriage with such a partner would rather be a history that increased the name value of Bastian Klauswitz. He would gladly take advantage of this woman until the day she served her utility. The moment Bastian came to a clear conclusion, Odette turned her head. Her large, clear eyes were framed by long, dense eyelashes. Cautious curiosity, perhaps vague fear. Either way, it was an emotion not befitting a woman who was selling herself to get out of the abyss. Lady Odette was quite a liar, a fact that greatly pleased Bastian. Soon after, a group of noble ladies emerged from the exhibition. Taking off his officer¡¯s hat to reveal his face, Bastian escorted Odette up the stairs of the Art History Museum. It didn¡¯t take long before the attention of the onlookers was focused on them. CH 15 They appeared like a swarm of bees who had found their flowers. The special exhibition hall of the Art History Museum was crowded with onlookers who had gathered to hear the news spread from mouth to mouth. No matter what anyone said, the most popular work here was the grandson of an antique dealer and the daughter of an abandoned princess. It was clear that the ridiculous rubbish the emperor had paired them with. After carefully viewing the first exhibit, they quietly moved on to the next. Standing side by side, they admired the works in silence. No conversation took place between the two. They seemed like affectionate lovers at first glance, but on the other hand, they seemed like perfect strangers. The spectators, immersed in the cryptic riddle, were now glancing at the two blatantly, forgetting even the bare minimum of being discreet. Even though the couple couldn¡¯t be unaware of the stinging gazes, yet they uniformly maintained their supercilious demeanor. It didn¡¯t look like he was planning an overnight runaway with the princess. By the time they left the second room, the onlookers reached an unspoken conclusion. However, it was equally difficult to see that he was passionately in love with the daughter of the Duke of Dissen. Then what was the truth? It was around the time when curiosity reached its peak that the rich people began to be excited. The antique dealer¡¯s grandson turned his head. It was a quiet stir that occurred only after passing through three exhibition halls. *** Odette¡¯s attention was entirely focused on the exhibition. At first, he dismissed it as a pompous performance, but at this point, he had no choice but to admit the woman¡¯s sincerity. Bastian lowered his zealous glances through the paintings and sculptures and began to admire the woman. Odette, who opened the pamphlet she had brought from the entrance, explored the works with the attitude of an enthusiastic art student. For the most part, her face was calm and preoccupied, but occasionally, when curious, the corners of her eyes folded. She smiled faintly when she found the answer in the pamphlet, and tilted her head slightly when she still had doubts. In the final exhibition room of the special exhibition, traditional paintings were displayed. They were mainly nudes with mythological and classical themes. Odette approached the painting at the far end of the exhibition hall. As if she had completely forgotten that she had a companion, she didn¡¯t even glance at Bastian once. Bastian followed the woman, keeping a few paces apart. Through the window facing the plaza, the streets of Lutz were already white with spring snow. It¡¯s a relief that I¡¯m not there, Bastian suddenly thought as he looked at the Natural History Museum across the plaza. It was not much different from the other museums in that the subjects were of no interest to him anyway, but here was better than admiring botanical specimens and fossils. Bastian, having erased his idle thoughts, closed the distance between him and Odette with his wide strides. Standing among the beautiful things that exist quietly, the woman seemed to be part of the landscape. ¡°Thanks to this exhibition hall, I don¡¯t think it¡¯s a waste of money.¡± The moment Bastian started talking was the moment he stood in front of the last piece. Only then did Odette recall the existence of the man beside her and raised her head in surprise. Bastian had a serious expression uncharacteristic of a person who was just making a light joke. Odette, who had been staring at him calmly, smiled defenselessly shortly after. A smile similar to Odette¡¯s also appeared on Bastian¡¯s lips. The shadows of the eyes fluttering on the faces of the two smiling at each other deepened the silence of this moment. ¡°It seems that even the competent teachers of Lapen, who made the captain able to dance a gentleman¡¯s dance, failed to develop a gentlemanly discernment.¡± ¡°Not true. I¡¯m speaking from the perspective of a gentleman Lapen¡¯s teachers raised.¡± ¡°Are you trying to tarnish the reputation of your alma mater?¡± ¡°If you look at the pictures the gentlemen of Lapen have pasted on the door of the dormitory closet, you will agree with my opinion.¡± Bastian smiled lightly and glanced over the paintings filling the exhibition room. The feast of various nudes in the glittering frames was impressive, but there was no more inspiration. Of course, it was nothing compared to the classic and intricate works in the exhibition hall they saw earlier. ¡°Could it be that the captain was also a student who put up such paintings (nude paintings)?¡± Looking at him with deep eyes, Odette asked a strange question. ¡°What do you think?¡± Bastian tilted his head while asking a counter question calmly. Taken aback by the unexpected reaction, Odette held her breath involuntarily. At this moment, Bastian¡¯s smile had already been replaced with an unknown calmness. Was there ever a time when this man was an immature boy? Of course there was, but for some reason she couldn¡¯t quite picture him that way. ¡°¡­ I think it¡¯s enough for today.¡± Gently lowering her eyes, Odette announced the end of the play. She tried to erase the heat still lingering on her cheeks and earlobes, but that was beyond her will. ¡°I will respect the young lady¡¯s wishes.¡± After a moment of silence, Bastian responded with a voice as dry and soft as usual. Odette was relieved then and raised her head. Walking ahead, the shadow of the snowflakes reflected on the window was dyeing Bastian¡¯s broad back. Odette concluded to herself that Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s dorm room must have been absolutely clean and tidy. He was, somehow, the kind of man that would suit him. *** After leaving the exhibition hall, the two went back to the first floor to retrieve the coats they had left. They had just left the rear gate of the Art History Museum when Odette made an abrupt request. ¡°Let¡¯s part here.¡± Odette stopped at the foot of the snow-covered stairs and said quietly. ¡°It is my duty to see you home.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay, Captain. Actually, it¡¯s getting close to the time my sister is done with school. The school is nearby, so I¡¯ll go home with her.¡± ¡°In that case, I will give you and your sister a ride home.¡± ¡°No. Tira will be uncomfortable.¡± ¡°The snow won¡¯t stop anytime soon. It would be too much to go on foot.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll take the train. I had a good time thanks to the captain. Thank you.¡± So far. Odette used a kind smile to solidify her decision. Her attitude was as cold and soft as the feel of snowflakes grazing her cheeks. Bastian checked his watch and nodded his head as if he had lost. The time for their next meeting was not far away. Considering the poor road conditions made worse by the snowfall, it was time to leave. It was not a place where there would be much trouble if it was delayed for a while, but there was no need to commit rudeness for a woman who did not want favors. ¡°Then see you at the polo match.¡± Odette, who left a businesslike greeting, walked away. Staring at her back, Bastian turned around shortly after. Just as the snow on his collar melted, the memories of Odette soon faded from his mind. After getting into the car, Bastian went to a high-end shopping street and bought flowers for his aunt. It was on the road to the Gross¡¯s residence that he remembered Odette¡¯s presence again. There was a woman on the opposite side of the road who was craning her neck to wait for the light. Odette was standing at the train stop not far from the Art History Museum. It seemed the excuse she gave about her sister wasn¡¯t false, she was with a girl in a school uniform. Odette maintained her undisturbed posture even with the heavy-looking grocery bag in her arms. She looked completely different from her younger sister, who was jumping and talking like an excited puppy. The child, who went quiet for a while after Odette admonished her, started chatting again shortly after. Not only in appearance, but even in personality. The sisters were remarkably different. While Bastian, with a cigarette in his mouth, was looking for his lighter, the train appeared. As the people shivering from the cold rushed ferociously, Odette was quickly pushed back. Apparently, she was not in a condition to ride the train. Bastian suddenly realized at that moment that the woman was very poorly dressed. The blouse and skirt were obviously neat, but the overcoat was extremely worn. Because the marriage proposal started around the time the flowers were in bloom, it seemed that she had not yet been able to prepare for winter clothes. Hoot, a loud horn echoed across the road. Bastian turned the car around with a sigh. The train that had stopped at the stop station departed. As expected, there were still passengers who had failed to board, but Odette was nowhere to be seen. Lighting the end of the cigarette between his lips, Bastian sped past the stop sign without slowing down. Even though she was pushed back by the line, Odette still had the willpower to squeeze into the crowded train, and the vehicle carrying the woman turned into a red dot and moved away. Blowing out a puff of smoke, the woman was once again forgotten in the scattered white mist. *** The door suddenly opened while Odette was looking for the key. She and Tira looked through the open door with surprised faces. Standing there was their father, who, for some reason, didn¡¯t smell like alcohol. ¡°What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and come in.¡± Duke Dissen took a step back and widened the entryway. It was unbelievable, but Odette entered the house first and the hesitant Tira soon followed. Carrying the groceries handed over from Odette to the kitchen, the Duke sat down at the end of the table. His attitude was completely different from usual. Helpful and sober. ¡°I¡¯ll prepare dinner.¡± After changing her clothes, Odette went back to the kitchen and put on her apron. Her father was still at the table. ¡°Your age¡­ twenty.¡± The father, who was only making a meaningful expression, started talking when Odette finished cutting the potatoes for the stew. ¡°Twenty one.¡± Odette gave a calm answer and opened the bag of flour. Duke Dissen, wide-eyed, sighed, repeating the age of his daughter, whom he had finally come to know. He had a face that looked very disturbed or perhaps happy, but Odette did not know the reason. However she didn¡¯t pursue the matter because she would never understand him anyway. The light of the new oil lamp illuminated Odette diligently preparing the meal. After a while, Tira came to the kitchen and started helping. The picture was so normal, so warm with love, giving the illusion that it had always been like that. On a snowy April weekend, the evening at the Dissen family was peaceful for the first time in a long time. CH 16 Lady Odette appeared at a time favored by humble guests. It was the right time to be buried among the crowds, neither early nor late. Unfortunately, the highly popular Odette was not given such good fortune¡­ ¡°Hello. Do you remember me? We exchanged greetings at the ball that night.¡± Ella von Klein, who was eagerly waiting, hurriedly ran to the entrance of the reception hall and preoccupied the beggar princess. ¡°Ah yes.¡± A faint smile appeared on Odette¡¯s lips after thinking for a moment. ¡°The lady is the daughter of Count Klein and the fianc¨¦e of Mr. Franz Klauswitz. Am I right?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right! You must have been very busy, but you remember me so precisely. It¡¯s really very kind of you.¡± Deliberately raising her voice in admiration, Ella led Odette in the direction of her flock. Fortunately, today, thanks to not being accompanied by the picky old lady, Ella was able to more easily acquire the protagonist of every conversation. Lady Odette was different as the rumors had it. She was solitary, not unlike the circumstances that drove her to the edge of the cliff, but she did not feel particularly arrogant about such an aspect of her life. Odette was mostly a listener, but when it was necessary, she engaged in conversation in a courteous and amiable manner. She was like a specimen of a model lady. ¡°I was worried that winter had returned, but I am very glad that the weather has improved again.¡± It was around the end of the conversation that the young daughter of Count Brandt, who was watching from behind, gave her first comment. ¡°That¡¯s a really beautiful dress. It suits you well.¡± Claudine von Brandt, who slowly rose from her seat, approached Odette. Ella took a step back and studied the air between the two ladies. ¡°It looks like Reine¡¯s clothes. I love that dress shop too. It¡¯s where the seamstresses know how to properly handle chiffon and silk.¡± Claudine looked at Odette¡¯s dress and said something out of the ordinary. Embarrassed by the name she had never heard before, Ella looked around with her wide eyes. The other ladies¡¯ expressions were not much different. Could it be a trap? Ella¡¯s eyes began to sparkle with anticipation as she studied Claudine¡¯s face. There was no way that a poor woman like Odette, who was no better than an ordinary commoner, could have custom-made clothes from a high-end costume shop. The dress she was wearing today definitely looked like the work of a skilled seamstress, but upon closer inspection, the added little touches were noticeable. It was proof that the clothes were not made for Odette herself. ¡°No wonder. They usually overlook me when I go there.¡± A young lady who had moved closer to Ella whispered. ¡°His Majesty is not too kind. He¡¯s using her as a chess piece to protect the Princess. It would have been nice if he had provided some useful clothes.¡± ¡°It was such a rushed proposal that there was no time to spare. Popular dress shops have to be reserved at least two seasons in advance.¡± Ella protected Odette out of respect for the Klauswitz family, but she also knew well. Even the most demanding shops would not dare to disobey the imperial orders. The reason why the royal family did not intervene even though they were able to help easily was because they judged that it was not worth it. ¡°Thank you for the compliment, Lady Brandt.¡± Odette eventually spoke up. The attention of the ladies, who had been whispering while holding back their laughter, turned to the poor woman who had been put to the test again. She would be greatly humiliated if she responded recklessly. However, revealing one¡¯s ignorance and poverty was also undignified. Whatever answer she gave, it seemed difficult to escape her being ridiculed. ¡°Actually, my discernment and taste in clothes are still immature, so I am getting help from a chaperone. Fortunately, the countess¡¯s niece has the same body type as mine, so I am having the good fortune of trying on clothes from various dress shops in advance. And I¡¯ll think about the shop¡¯s name Lady Brandt told me as a priority.¡± Odette smiled and answered brazenly. She seemed to be bluffing, but it was hard to dismiss it as a lie. While the troubled women were frowning, not knowing who should be judged the winner, the officers of the Army appeared. They were ready for the game that was about to begin. ¡°I have to go.¡± Young lady Brandt, who discovered her cousin, smiled naturally and said goodbye. The previous conversation seemed to have already been forgotten. ¡°Then let¡¯s meet again soon, Lady Odette.¡± Claudine von Brandt passed Odette with a fairly favorable greeting. ¡°Oh, and it was Sabine. ¡± Claudine von Brandt, who turned her head abruptly, added a word with a strange smile. ¡°That dress. It¡¯s from Sabine¡¯s clothing shop. I¡¯ve mistaken the name earlier. Please kindly understand.¡± ¡°Of course. I will remember it with an open heart.¡± It was clear that it was a deliberate mistake, but Odette did not express it. Smiling, Lady Brandt left to the shade of the Army team. ¡°Franz!¡± A pleasant voice rang out while Odette moistened her lips with the cold lemonade. Ella von Klein¡¯s fianc¨¦ had just arrived. ¡°Why are you so late? I was just about to get upset.¡± The pampered young lady spoke with inconceivable delight as she held her fianc¨¦¡¯s arm. After responding appropriately, Franz Klauswitz greeted his fianc¨¦e¡¯s friends with a gentle smile on his face. The man with dark brown curly hair and gloomy gray eyes looked more like a keen artist than heir to a business family. It was hard to believe he had the same father as Bastian Klauswitz. Finally, when it was his turn to greet Odette, Franz¡¯s expression darkened noticeably. ¡°It is an honor to see you again, Lady Odette.¡± After looking down at his shoe for a long time, Franz gave a rather awkward greeting. His gaze, which felt as if a cold, wet fog was settling down, was uncomfortable, but Odette did not show it. ¡°Hello. Nice to meet you, Mr. Klauswitz.¡± At the same time as she replied with a polite greeting, players from the Admiralty entered the stadium. Having been saved from trouble thanks to this, Odette turned her head and looked at the other side of the white, sun-drenched lawn. The young officers, very tall, strong, and fit, gave the impression of being like the animals they were commanding. More than anyone else, Bastian, that man was like that. After checking the condition of the horses to be matched with, they approached the reception area with brisk strides. Odette let out a quiet sigh and straightened her neck and back. It seemed to be the tight corset that tightened her chest, making her breath catch even as she remained still under the awning. It was an inevitable choice to wear clothes that didn¡¯t fit properly. Stepping under the awning, Bastian naturally approached Odette. When their eyes met, he smiled. It was a smile that resembled the noon sun. *** He was a beautiful man like a military god. Sandrine loved and hated Bastian Klauswitz for that reason. Just like now. Bastian was enjoying the reception with the chosen bride by the emperor. He was sweet enough to believe that he was a real lover. ¡°It looks like they will have a wedding this year. Don¡¯t you agree, Lady Sandrine?¡± A young woman with an innocent face made a clumsy provocation. Sandrine readily nodded her head and smiled brightly. ¡°Let¡¯s hope so. Bastian¡¯s life will be much more stable if he gets a good wife before he leaves for his next assignment.¡± ¡°To have such thoughtful thoughts, after all, Sandrine is really kind.¡± ¡°A feeling we should naturally have as friends who have shared a deep friendship.¡± Sandrine was bold as ever, even when she was telling a blatant lie. Thanks to that, the one who provoked her was rather embarrassed. Perhaps deciding that there would be no benefit to continuing this conversation, she hurriedly changed the subject. It was the kind of chatter that young ladies of society love, proud of their husbands and young children. Thanks to this, Sandrine was able to withdraw from the conversation and was once again absorbed in watching the couple. Even at the moment when she felt like putting Princess Isabelle, who had brought about such a disaster, on a stake, her smile was as gentle as ever. Actually, it wasn¡¯t that she didn¡¯t understand the princess very much. Because she knew better than anyone else in the world how crazy to feel about wanting to have that man. It was just that she wasn¡¯t stupid enough to do something like the Princess did. That was both fortunate and unfortunate. Even though she was not married. A long sigh escaped her as she suddenly pictured her husband¡¯s face. As it turned out, Count Lenart, who was crazy about sodomy, was the worst husband, but she couldn¡¯t hate him. Thanks to him, she could take hold of his weaknesses and demand a divorce with impunity, and that flaw made it possible for her to have Bastian Klauswitz. With that thought, Sandrine could forgive him for the screw up. It would be unreasonable to hold on to his petty side, who was slowly dragging out the divorce case in order to reduce her alimony by even a single penny. How long had it been since she looked and looked again? Then Bastian turned his head. Looking at his face, Sandrine¡¯s hatred turned into love again. Even if her pride was hurt, it could not be helped. Sandrine pointed in the direction of the waiting room with a wink. There was no doubt that Bastian wouldn¡¯t correctly grasp its meaning. ¡°Oh, I need to take a break for a while.¡± Sandrine deliberately spilled the sherry in her hand, making an appropriate excuse. She hurriedly left the reception hall, appeasing the ladies with their faces full of feigned concern. As she stood at the end of the hallway in the cool building, her heart began to race like it was going to explode. The man would definitely come. Sandrine had no doubts, and that belief soon became a reality. She began to hear strong footsteps from across the hallway. It was impossible to see his face because of the backlight, but Sandrine could still recognize Bastian at a glance. ¡°Don¡¯t you have something to tell me?¡± Sandrine¡¯s voice was as soft as the wind in today¡¯s clear spring weather as she asked Bastian, who eventually turned to the corner. ¡°I have something to ask you.¡± Sandrine, who was leaning against the wall, straightened her body and took a big step forward to Bastian. The terribly beautiful man was smiling shamelessly and nonchalantly. CH 17 The structure of the polo club was more complicated than Odette expected. An arched passageway connected to the stadium revealed a garden surrounded by horseshoe-shaped buildings. The entrance and exit were located at the end of the path connecting them. Odette hurried across the garden. She had intended to finish what she needed to do before Bastian returned from picking up the equipment he had missed, but that promise was lost as soon as she entered the first floor. It was different from the description. Enter the lobby of the building and then go straight. The second door on the right at the end. The location of the powder room Ella told her was definitely the same, but there was no direct pathway into this building. The only thing in front of Odette was a fork in the road that stretched left and right. Confused, Odette took another long look back at her memory. She asked if there would be a place to tidy up her clothes, and Ella von Klein, who said she knew the location of the powder room, came forward, and Odette listened attentively to the directions. Once she was certain that she hadn¡¯t left out or missed anything, there was only one conclusion she could draw. A complacent initiation ceremony. Come to think of it, the young ladies burst into laughter at Ella¡¯s insignificant explanation. It seemed that this was probably what it meant. It may have been a simple prank, but either way it was nothing to be concerned about. Accepting the immediate reality, Odette first headed to the right side of the building. Because the dizziness started again, it was difficult to move fast, but it was not too much trouble to move slowly. The problem was not keeping the weather variable in mind. The lingering snow from last weekend still lingered in many parts of the city, but today the sunlight poured in like the beginning of summer. I should have taken the maid¡¯s advice to allow a little more leeway. Odette let out a deep sigh as she touched the outline of the corset that was holding her breath. It was Odette who demanded that the strings be tightened more than necessary. It was because Bastian¡¯s stare, blatantly scanning her body, reminded her of the embarrassing evening ball. Again, it was a decision she had made that she would rather suffer the inconvenience than go through it again. She never dreamed that she would find herself in such a predicament. ¡°The two of you look so good together. I don¡¯t think I would be surprised at all to hear that you¡¯re getting married soon.¡± Odette had just reached the end of the hallway when she heard a woman¡¯s voice mixed with laughter. ¡°If Lady Odette is chosen as your bride-to-be, at least be kind to inform me in advance. I think our friendship is worth that much. Don¡¯t you agree?¡± The mention of her own name, which she heard in a completely unexpected place, grabbed Odette¡¯s ankle as she was already about to turn around. A young man¡¯s laughter followed as she contemplated the proper course of action. Bastian. It was unmistakably that man. ¡°I don¡¯t much prefer that kind of speech, Countess. I thought you already knew it well, but I guess I was mistaken.¡± Unlike his soft voice, which had a hint of laughter, Bastian¡¯s tone was very cold. ¡°From the point of view of the matter at hand, Lady Odette and I are merely a business relationship in which we are cooperating for our own interests. Is that a good enough answer?¡± ¡°Can you swear it?¡± In the voice of the woman who asked back, there was joy and relief that could not be hidden. ¡°If it is an oath to God, I will decline. It is nothing more than a senseless notion to me.¡± ¡°How about an oath to all your glory and prosperity?¡± ¡°Well, Sandrine. Wouldn¡¯t that be a bit excessive?¡± The woman burst into laughter at the casually thrown intimate joke. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I know I¡¯m being sensitive, but sometimes it¡¯s hard to control my insecurities.¡± ¡°I understand, Countess.¡± ¡°I think it will take much longer than initially promised to complete the divorce process. I would rather give up everything and find my freedom, but it seems father¡¯s will is different.¡± The woman let out a sigh of relief. ¡°A while ago I got a letter from my father. He knew the atrocities committed against you to protect the princess by the emperor. I think my father sees it as a good opportunity. It is a much better picture for the world to see if you have a woman as well, rather than quickly marrying a divorcee.¡± ¡°My thoughts are no different from Lord LaViere¡¯s.¡± ¡°There must be cold blood flowing inside my father¡¯s veins and yours.¡± Sandrine wasn¡¯t so harsh even at the moment of disapproving criticism. LaViere. Odette¡¯s eyes wavered as she stoically repeated the name. The red-haired noble lady who had been married into a prestigious family in Pelia, her maiden name was clear. Sandrine de LaViere. The whole society knew she was going through the divorce process, but she was clearly still married to Count Lenart. ¡°Can you do me one small favor for my need of comfort?¡± Sandrine¡¯s voice, which had become more intimate, came through Odette¡¯s increasingly rapid heartbeats. ¡°Tell me, Sandrine.¡± Again, Bastian laughed. Not wanting to eavesdrop on it anymore, Odette quietly turned away. ¡°I want you to give me your night just like how you give her your day.¡± Their illicit conversation ended with blunt words of seduction that fell away from Odette¡¯s ears. Returning to the lobby of the main entrance, Odette took a shaky breath and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. And again, this time she began to take calm steps towards the left side of the building. All she had to do was find the powder room, rearrange her attire, and then go back to the business relationship. It was easy. *** ¡°I don¡¯t think our friendship is so insignificant as to be tarnished by a fleeting desire, is it?¡± Bastian¡¯s answer was not at all different from what was expected. Despite this, Sandrine chided herself bitterly, feeling ridiculous about her disappointment once again. He was a man who could not be tied down. If there was one consolation, it was that all other women were no different. A man who could be assured that he would never celibate, but he was the most faithful ever in his attitude towards the lustful society ladies. He was hateful and all the more alluring. ¡°Yes. Friendship. A very, very precious friendship.¡± Sandrine let out a long sigh of resignation. It was at that time that Bastian, who had been silently watching, approached. He calmly fixed the hat¡¯s decoration while Sandrine, blushing like a schoolgirl, held her breath. Now, the distance between them was only a hand¡¯s span, but it seemed that only Sandrine was conscious of that fact. ¡°Keep your dignity, Countess.¡± Once he had corrected the shape of the corsage one last time, Bastian slowly backed away. ¡°It looks much nicer.¡± Bastian casually gave an absurd compliment despite the reproachful expression on Sandrine¡¯s face. Sandrine only smiled helplessly, though Bastian¡¯s calculating true intentions were clearly visible, with no intention of holding on, but that didn¡¯t mean he was willing to let her go. She knew this man was cleverly taking advantage of her, but she didn¡¯t mind that. After all, Bastian Klauswitz was a man who loved nothing, not even himself, except for his boundless ambition. Leaving a polite greeting as if nothing had happened, Bastian turned away leaving Sandrine in the shadows. Watching his back as he moved away, Sandrine involuntarily reached out and touched the ornament on her hat. She didn¡¯t hate the feeling of her cheeks heating up again. She was again grateful for the fact that the man was a despicable snob. What Sandrine wanted wasn¡¯t just love. Because that didn¡¯t mean anything to Bastian anyway. If so, she wanted to be what he needed most, and now the day to fulfill that dream was approaching. Just as her heart swelled with the satisfaction that fact had given her, Bastian disappeared around the corner. For a long time afterwards, Sandrine could not pull her hand away from the hat she was touching. *** It was near the end of the reception when Odette returned. Judging by the bewildered look on her face, she seemed completely unaware of the end of the event. Bastian, who had been waiting for the woman who had disappeared without a word, stood up with a formal smile on his face. Since the other players had already completed the pre-ceremony, the attention of the people was focused on them as the last remaining pair. She was a woman with the natural ability to attract great attention anytime, anywhere. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. The structure of the building is complicated, so I got lost for a while.¡± After catching her breath, Odette made a brief apology. The secret meeting in the clubhouse suddenly flashed through his mind, but Bastian didn¡¯t care much. Even if Odette had overheard, there would be no problem. ¡°The pre-ceremony isn¡¯t over yet, so it¡¯s okay.¡± ¡°Pre-ceremony?¡± ¡°It¡¯s a tradition where a lady gives her partner something to show support. If you give me even a small thing, I will repay you with a victory.¡± Bastian glanced at the officer couple standing beside him. Seeing the husband wearing his wife¡¯s pendant around his neck, Odette nodded her head with a small sigh. She seemed to quickly grasp the situation, nevertheless, she did not readily respond. Bastian realized the reason only after carefully examining Odette once more. With borrowed things, she was barely a noblewoman. She didn¡¯t have anything that could be said to be wholly hers, so she wouldn¡¯t be willing to give it away. The giggling of the onlookers, who guessed that fact, penetrated the silence between the two of them. ¡°Captain, I¡­.¡± Bastian moved just as the struggling Odette barely parted her lips. Taking a giant step forward and coming up behind Odette, Bastian untied her hairpiece without hesitation. The pink ribbon with a subtle sheen was cool and smooth like the nape of the woman¡¯s neck when his fingertips lightly brushed against. Holding the ribbon, Bastian returned to stand in front of Odette once again. Her loose long hair swayed gently in the spring breeze. It was a much better looking figure than when it was overly tidy. ¡°I will cherish it.¡± Bastian left a formal greeting and turned around. He only imitated chivalry while playing ball on horseback. He thought it was a ridiculous show and he never followed it, but there were many eyes watching this year. If it would be advantageous for him to be moderately formal, there was no reason why he could not. Sitting astride his steed, Bastian tied a fake lover¡¯s token tightly under the handle of his stick. The end of the ribbon was delicately embroidered with the initials of Odette decorated with small flower patterns. CH 18 Bastian Klauswitz wore number 3, the captain¡¯s number. Seating in the stands, Odette raised her narrowly frowning eyes and looked at the man. It didn¡¯t take long to understand why the only commoner on a team made up of children of eminent families had won the honor. As soon as the game started, the player who succeeded in stealing the ball began to run towards the goal post in the enemy camp. Number 3. Today, it was Captain Klauswitz of the Admiralty, who seemed to be the hero of the polo field. The atmosphere of the Navy¡¯s side, which dominated the early momentum, quickly heated up. The enthusiastic cheers of the spectators who put down their worries for a moment resonated high into the clear sky. Ladies taking out opera glasses also appeared one after another. Odette watched the game with her hands neatly placed on her lap. It had been 10 years since she last watched polo, but there was no difficulty in understanding the flow of the game thanks to the faint memories. When one was unfortunately blocked from a near-scoring opportunity, deep sighs erupted from all around. The players went back to the starting point and continued. It was a very intense and belligerent match that seemed far removed from the original purpose of promoting friendship and harmony between the two forces. Even among the fast-running players on the vast lawn, Odette was able to find Bastian without difficulty. It was thanks to the pink ribbon tied to the stick. There wouldn¡¯t have been a need for this. He was an unknown man. Business relationship. The man¡¯s language was concise and clear. He was heartless, but there was nothing wrong with it. Come to think of it, Bastian had never tried to hide or distort his greed. It was revealed as it was, and Odette knowingly agreed to this marriage proposal. However, it was unreasonable to bring out the standard of morality again. Of course, his illicit relationship with Countess Lenart was somewhat shocking, but it was nothing more than a personal affair that had nothing to do with this transaction. It was just that. Odette sorted out the confusion Bastian gave by taking the ribbon to that extent. It was then that a frenzied cheer erupted. ¡°Run! Come on! Little bit more!¡± The spectators who jumped up from their seats were chanting the name of one player in unison. Bastian. It was that man who was once again attacking with ferocity. While Odette was contemplating the appropriate response, Bastian¡¯s vigorously swung the stick and the ball sailed across the goal. First goal for the Navy. *** The speed of the horse, which had exhausted its stamina, began to gradually slow down. Sensing it, Bastian turned his horse towards the edge of the arena. It was a place where horses were waiting after they were completely prepared for the competition. Bastian changed his horse without touching the ground. He jumped from saddle to saddle and landed quickly, riding his new horse straight into the race. The white stallion, the fastest of the polo horses, quickly crossed the enemy line and got close to the ball. The sound of two polo sticks clashing overpowered the sound of galloping horse hooves. Having succeeded in winning the ball away, Bastian turned his piece in the direction of his opponent¡¯s goal. The final set in a tie situation. The close combat, in which offense and defense frequently switched, was now at its peak. After launching the ball far once again, Bastian rode away at full speed. The captain of the Army, who was deprived of the ball he had taken right in front of the goalpost, chased after him in anger. When the players of both teams who had gathered to help joined in, a corner battle involving eight horses ensued in an instant. Galloping ahead with a narrow gap, Bastian leaned his upper body with all his weight on his left hand holding the reins. He was still quite far from the goal, but it was impossible to get the ball safely in front of them through such a relentless defense anyway. Deciding to gamble then, Bastian swung his stick with all his might. While sitting upright with his upper body bent down so deeply that it was parallel to the lawn, the ball flew in a parabolic arc into the blinding white light. Even at that moment, the horse carrying Bastian continued its gallop with acceleration. ¡°I love you, you crazy bastard!¡± Erich, who had been chasing after him, began to shout like a beast. A satisfied smile appeared on Bastian¡¯s lips when he finally saw the sight properly in his field of vision. The referee¡¯s red flag was waving, signaling the score. The whistle sounded almost simultaneously, signaling the end of the match. It was a victory by one point. Bastian celebrated by slowly circling the field. At the moment when he pulled the reins to turn the horse around that he caught the sight of Odette at the end of the stands. Even in the midst of the enthusiastic audience, Odette still maintained a calm attitude. She was applauding, but that was all. Her face showed no special emotion. When their eyes met, Odette congratulated him with polite silence bow. Her impeccable manner gave him the impression of being arrogant. She was faithful to the responsibilities she was given, but never offering anything more. Bastian politely returned the courtesy and turned the horse¡¯s head. Anyway, the woman had done her part. That was enough for him. *** It was just by chance that it came to Sandrine¡¯s attention. She visited the players¡¯ waiting room to celebrate the victory, where she conversed for a while with her cousin Lucas. Bastian, who had been baptized with champagne and was therefore taking a shower, did not show up until then. Not wanting to be miserable waiting around, Sandrine turned around to find Bastian¡¯s equipment, of all things, sitting there.The hideous pink ribbon was also with it. It had never happened before. The cheap ribbon tied to the stick looked even more ridiculous when she remembered that fact. Bastian had already been a well-known polo player since his time at the military academy. Thanks to this, he had been a starting pitcher in major matches every year, but he had never participated in the pre-ceremony. It was a behavior that thoroughly violated the tradition that considered it a great dishonor not to obtain the token of a noble lady. The man¡¯s first should be special. She had believed that if one day such a time comes, the main character of the day would of course be her. It was like an unspoken promise that existed between them. Was Bastian Klauswitz nothing more than an insignificant man after all? Sandrine repeated her heartbroken questions as she approached Bastian¡¯s equipment. Gently pulling on the loose end of the knot, the ribbon unraveled without resistance. Sandrine¡¯s gaze, which examined the officers who were preoccupied with their respective tasks, stopped again on the ribbon in her hand. Grabbing it was an impulsive choice. ¡°Are you leaving? Why don¡¯t you wait a little longer?¡± Lucas turned around, searching for a new cigarette. Sandrine smiled brightly as she hid the ribbon in an unhurried motion. ¡°I don¡¯t think we can have a proper conversation right now anyway. I promise next time.¡± ¡°Well, that¡¯s true. I¡¯ll tell him you came.¡± ¡°Thank you, Lucas. And that lady. Will Lady Odette also attend the players¡¯ celebration party?¡± ¡°Perhaps. But you are Bastian¡¯s partner.¡± Lucas smiled lightly and waved his hand. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Sandrine. You have nothing to worry about. He¡¯s just trying to look good to His Majesty. You know very well that Bastian is in trouble because of the crazy princess.¡± ¡°Of course I know.¡± ¡°Trust me and wait. She will be thrown away after he avoids the fire. She¡¯s a decent woman. How messed up our first meeting was. She stepped on sh*t very properly¡­¡­.¡± Lucas, who had been talking excitedly, abruptly cut off his words. ¡°Why? What was the messy first encounter?¡± ¡°That¡¯s¡­ Anyway, Bastian and that woman will never be together.¡± Lucas, who was vaguely evasive, bit his mouth shut. Apparently, it was hard to get anything more than this today. Well, that¡¯s your idea. Swallowing the counterargument to the end of her throat, Sandrine ended the conversation with an appropriate smile. Her heart sank even colder as she left the waiting room filled with the smell of sweat and the heat of men. Lady Odette was a beautiful woman. It was an obvious fact in the realm that had nothing to do with personal feelings. The fact that such a stunning woman had lived her whole life as a poor maid cleaning up after her ugly father was perplexing. If she wanted to, she could have been a wealthy man¡¯s second wife or at least a mistress. Unless she was a fool, she couldn¡¯t know what weapon she had. That was what Sandrine feared. What if the reason she lived that way was to achieve a greater ambition? Bastian Klauswitz was a ray of luck that came into her life. He was the light of her dark life. Moreover, she had the Emperor at her back. If she knew how to think properly, she couldn¡¯t miss this opportunity. Of course, Bastian was not an easy man to trap, but that did not make it any easier for Sandrine to relax. Heroic or ambitious, he was, after all, a man in his prime. Moreover, Odette was a woman who had nothing more to lose. If she were to throw herself blindly and acquire even a child, she would occupy the position of that man¡¯s wife. It was the moment she entered the clubhouse garden that she felt compelled to leave a small gift for Odette. Carefully looking around, Sandrine soon found a suitable spot. It was a puddle created by the melting of the remaining snow under the shade of a tree not far from the trail. With determination, she moved slowly and approached the place. At the end of the ribbon she held in her hand, Odette¡¯s initials were carefully embroidered. It was the woman¡¯s name. Sandrine gently relaxed her grip on the ribbon. The hair tie, blown away by the afternoon wind that smelled of sweet flowers, landed right on top of the puddle. This was a hunting ground. Brave hunters get great prey. On the day Sandrine had her debut, her mother had said. Too young to know at the time, Sandrine could now fully understand the meaning of that advice. She had no ill feelings toward the poor woman, but when it came to fighting for the same prey, the story was a little different. Before leaving the garden, Sandrine checked the present she had left behind once more. The pink ribbon stuck in the muddy water caught the eye at a glance even from afar. It was the moment when the rustic color that had been scratching her nerves looked pretty for the first time. CH 19 The party to celebrate the victory was scheduled to be held in the Admiralty¡¯s banquet hall. Odette was the last to stand up from the stands. Now it was time to meet Bastian and move to the Admiralty. It was a distance she could walk alone, but it didn¡¯t seem like a good choice. Standing under the arched door connecting the stadium and the clubhouse, Odette took a deep breath and braced herself once again. Since she was invited as Captain Klauswitz¡¯s partner, she was obliged to fulfill the responsibility until the end. At least doing that perfectly was also the minimum pride that Odette wanted to protect. ¡°How are you, Lady Odette?¡± Came the familiar voice as she entered the clubhouse garden. It was the wife of the naval officer who had chatted her ear off throughout the match. ¡°Good luck.¡± After giving her unknown words of consolation, she went away with her husband. It was after reaching the center of the promenade where people gathered that Odette found out why. A pink ribbon was dumped in a puddle under a tree. The eyes of the onlookers surrounding it were all focused on Odette. It was a look of mixed pity and interest, like the one sent by the wife of the officer she had just met. Odette stopped between them and looked down at the ribbon. The initials embroidered on the end were also stained with mud. It was Odette¡¯s ribbon, which the man had taken without permission. ¡°Are you all right?¡± A familiar lady asked a cautious question. Smiling faintly, Odette took a step back from there. The ribbon was her cherished possession, but she didn¡¯t want to pick it up. After all, from the moment Bastian took it, it was no longer her property. Whatever way he disposed of it, the authority now belonged to him. It was a bit upsetting, but she had no reason to feel more than that. ¡°Excuse me, may I ask one small favor?¡± Having cleared her mind to that extent, Odette turned around and faced that young woman from earlier. Fortunately, she gladly accepted. ¡°As much as you like. Please feel free to speak.¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid I¡¯m not feeling well and must leave early, but Captain Klauswitz¡¯s preparations seem to be delayed. I would appreciate it if you would break this news to him on my behalf.¡± ¡°Ah yes. Of course. Go ahead. Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll make sure to tell the Captain.¡± She nodded her head as if she understood everything, and looked at Odette with deepened compassion. After leaving a polite greeting, Odette left the garden without regret. She felt a stinging stare at her back, but she didn¡¯t look back. He didn¡¯t want her best. The moment she found the discarded ribbon, Odette suddenly realized that fact. Apparently, her today¡¯s usefulness ended with the polo match. She felt as if she had been abandoned in the mud along with the ribbon, who had been unaware of this and had unnecessary enthusiasm. It would have been nice if he had given her a clear line from the beginning. As she left the polo club and went out into the city, the sigh she had been holding back came out quietly. Lutz in May was like a paradise made of roses. It was hard to believe that spring snow had fallen just a week ago. Walking down the street dyed by the brilliant afternoon sunlight, Odette suddenly stopped in front of an advertisement billboard in front of a theater when she passed by. Department store discount sales, upcoming opera performances, job ads. Posters announcing news large and small filled the high cylinder. Odette¡¯s gaze stopped at the black-and-white flyer at the bottom of the billboard. Looking for a tutor. A few lines of detail were added under the large headline. ¨C preference for young, unmarried women from educated middle-class backgrounds; -knowledgeable in literature, foreign languages, music, and etiquette and having a well-groomed appearance. ¨C Sufficient income guaranteed to those who have the right skills. Troubled, Odette copied the advertisement into a small notebook she took out of her purse. Today¡¯s performance for the Emperor had come to an end. It was time to live in reality again. *** Bastian left the waiting room with his colleagues after the crowded clubhouse had become quiet. The afternoon sun dazzled the young officers in uniform. ¡°If I had known this would happen, I would have kept Sandrine. That would have been better than going to a party without a partner.¡± Lucas, who had been keeping an eye on him, skillfully mentioned Sandrine while making a small talk. Bastian smiled instead of answering. Lady Odette disappeared leaving only the news of her absence from the party. He thought it wasn¡¯t like her, but Bastian didn¡¯t think deeply. Five times they had met. It would be nothing more than a ridiculous delusion to believe that you know about a woman you have only seen briefly. ¡°Isn¡¯t that your ribbon? Isn¡¯t that the token the beggar princess gave you?¡± Erich Faber, who was walking in the lead, exclaimed loudly. Bastian¡¯s brow wrinkled as he looked there involuntarily. Lady Odette¡¯s ribbon was submerged in a puddle of muddy water. ¡°Why is it there? You didn¡¯t throw it away, did you?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t suppose she saw that and went home in shock?¡± ¡°It could be. Well, that¡¯s rather a good thing. It¡¯ll be easier to get rid of her if she figures out where she stands beforehand.¡± The officers, who had exchanged a few words among themselves, soon took interest in the discarded ribbon. Except for one person, Lucas von Ewald. ¡°Bastian, so that¡¯s ¡­¡± Lucas¡¯s eyes began to tremble in uneasiness. Bastian dropped his gaze without replying. Sandrine went to the waiting room earlier for a while and Odette left as if running away. And the ribbon that was thrown away like a show for all to see. Putting it all together, there seemed to be only one conclusion. Bastian laughed a little in amazement. I will do anything to protect what¡¯s mine. It was a creed that Bastian shared. It was also a quality that deserved to be held much higher than to be trampled on while pretending to be noble. ¡°Just in case you misunderstand, Sandrine would never do that¡­..Uh, Bastian!¡± Lucas exclaimed in astonishment as he made an effort to defend his cousin. This brought a near-shrieking scream from the mouths of the officers who had turned their heads. Bastian approached the puddle and leaned down to pick up the ribbon. It was an action that was even more perplexing, without much concern. ¡°Really? Have you gone crazy?¡± ¡°What is it? Did the cruising Klauswitz meet the sea witch?¡± ¡°Come to your senses, hero! I don¡¯t think I have to explain what the end will be like being possessed by a siren, do I?¡± Despite the teasing, Bastian showed no reaction. All he did was gently lower his lifted eyebrows and grab the dirty ribbon. It was mine. For whatever the reason. Whether he liked it or not. Either way, as of now, it was under his jurisdiction, and therefore his to protect. With big strides, Bastian crossed the garden. Traces of muddy water ran down his fingers, dotted along the path. As the clamoring officers departed, the garden of the clubhouse became quiet again. The surface of the puddle where the ribbon had disappeared, the ripples quieted, as if nothing had happened from the beginning. *** It was destiny. No other words seemed to be able to explain the coincidental reunion. With a soft sigh, Franz watched the building across the street, keeping himself hidden in the shadows of the alley. It wasn¡¯t long before a light came on in the window at the far end of the top floor. It seemed to be the woman¡¯s house. On the way back from dropping off his fianc¨¦e, he saw Odette. Feeling stuffy, he lowered the car window, a sweet breeze blew in, and as fate would have it, Odette was there when he turned his head along the breeze. For some reason, she was walking alone on Preve Boulevard, when she should have been celebrating with Bastian. At that moment, Franz knew. What was the nature of the depression and anger that came to him when he greeted Odette and the thorn-like emotions that plagued him throughout the match? That was why he impulsively got out of the car. He guessed he would have to check it out. His heart was about to explode, but Franz did not approach Odette. All he did was follow the woman, keeping calm at a reasonable distance. His father and mother regarded the marriage proposal arranged by the emperor as a good opportunity. Judging rationally, it certainly was. It was difficult for Bastian to find a wife who could be a reliable support. If a useless woman could hold Bastian¡¯s ankles, they would be grateful. But what would be the future of that pitiful prey thrown to the beast? Franz involuntarily held his breath when the silhouette of the slender woman was reflected in the glass window through which the light streamed in. A little bit more. He earnestly hoped for it, but Odette did not open the window in the end. ¡°He threw the ribbon away.¡± Ella von Klein made a big deal about the incident. Her eyes sparkled with innocent joy when she said that it was nothing more than a hint of Odette¡¯s future play. Indeed. It was just Ella being Ella. Everyone gathered there despised and rejected Odette. Even Bastian, who was bestowed the woman by the emperor. If only she were mine. He thought to himself. Franz gazed at the woman¡¯s window, contemplating a more beautiful home. Meanwhile, the gradually thickening twilight became darker, and shining stars slowly appeared. Eventually, the curtains were closed when the quaintness of the clear spring night reached its height. Franz resigned himself and left the alley. It finally dawned on him that by now his mother¡¯s wrath would be sky-high. Having sent his fianc¨¦e back early, and even disappearing, abandoning his car and driver, he would not get off easy. Franz walked through the entrance of the poor town, thinking of a suitable excuse. The scenery where the illusion of Odette had vanished was horrendous. It was hard to believe that such a beautiful woman could live in such an unpleasant place. Bastian Klauswitz would never marry that woman. Franz crossed the bridge over the Prater river, intoxicated with the joy of what should have been hopelessness. He painted Odette in the beautiful light that illuminated the darkness. It was an ecstatic dream that he did not want to wake up from. CH 20 It was like the cry of a wounded animal. No one would have dared to think that this was the sound of the imperial princess of this glorious empire. ¡°Stop your tears, Your Highness. Yes?¡± The nanny wiped the princess¡¯ messy face with a new handkerchief. After a moment of quiet, she started again. One of her cousins, who had visited the summer palace to console the heartbroken princess, mentioned the officers¡¯ polo match held in the capital. She belatedly noticed her mistake and changed the subject, but it was already out like spilled water. ¡°Let me send the letter, nanny. You can turn a blind eye to that much, can¡¯t you? Just once, please. I beg you.¡± Having barely stopped crying, Isabelle now began to torment the nanny with outrageous demands. ¡°Have you already forgotten Her Majesty¡¯s warning? If you do that, this old woman will no longer be able to stay with Your Highness.¡± ¡°How can you all be so cruel? I have yet to hear Bastian¡¯s reply.¡± Raising her swollen eyes and looked at the sea beyond the window, Isabelle soon burst into tears again. She felt shattered. Broken into a million pieces. Pieces that she was never going to mend or reclaim because everything belonged to him. This place was no different from a prison. Not a single step was allowed outside the walls of the palace, and phone calls and letters were strictly censored. Shocked by what had happened at the ball, her father and mother seemed determined to show no further leniency. ¡°You already know what Captain Klauswitz¡¯s answer was.¡± ¡°No. Bastian¡¯s eyes were clearly shaking. I know, nanny!¡± Isabelle exclaimed, shaking her head frantically in denial. As time passed, the memory of that day only became clearer. Isabelle was now able to recall Bastian¡¯s eyes, body temperature, and even the slightest tremor transmitted through her fingertips as if they were vividly present. They needed to have a conversation alone. A time when they could confide their truest feelings without any watchful eyes. Isabelle was sure that once she got that chance, everything would be different. It certainly would. Unable to control herself any longer, Isabelle collapsed onto the bed and began to sob. Meanwhile, a knock sounded, and a familiar maid came in with a vial held in a small silver tray. Isabelle obediently swallowed her sleeping pills without resistance as she usually did. She¡¯d rather be drugged than to suffer such pain. At least in her dreams, she would be free to love. In her fading consciousness, Isabelle pictured the blessings and glory of the day that naturally should have been hers. When Bastian asked for the victory token ahead of the polo match, Isabelle gladly untied her own ribbon. Bastian rewarded her with victory, kissing the ribbon amidst frenzied cheers. It was a beautiful vow announcing a love to the world that would eventually come true. *** The sound of blades cutting through the air permeated the silence of the drill sergeant. After examining the rows of cadets, Bastian ended the formal drill by sheathing his command sword. At the Cadet Captain¡¯s loud command, salute followed, advancing the honor of the Navy and boosting the morale of the cadets. Bastian stepped down from the podium after showing a performance worthy of the mission assigned to him. The cadets remained steadfastly watching his exit. In a landscape where time seemed to have stopped, the flying flag was somewhat foreign. ¡°I have tears in my eyes at the thought of having to do this until the festival is over.¡± Lucas¡¯s grumbling began as he left the parade ground. Every year in mid-October, a festival was held to celebrate the Navy Day in Lausanne, the southern city with Berg¡¯s largest naval port. This year, the scale of the festival grew even larger with the addition of a maritime review ceremony to commemorate the victory at the Battle of Trosa. It was no exaggeration to say that they had been preparing for that day all year long, and the cadets who had not yet been commissioned were no exception. It was up to Bastian and Lucas to get them in perfect shape for the opening ceremony of the festival. Confirming that they were alone, Lucas began fanning himself with the gloves he had taken off. The Navy¡¯s dispatch instructors were still required to be in perfect ceremonial uniforms when formal training came every Wednesday, but standing in the afternoon sun with such a rigid appearance was not so pleasant. All the more so when not a single strand of hair should be out of place. Bastian returned to headquarters looking much the same as when he had stood on the platform. Lucas¡¯s grumbling ended only after he entered the lobby of the Admiralty. After going to the upper level and completing the training status report, Bastian immediately returned to duty. After sorting through some urgent paperwork, he accompanied Admiral Demel, who was scheduled to interview the War Department¡¯s Chief of Staff alone. The two armies, renowned for their grudges, engaged in a fierce war of nerves over trivial matters, and the general¡¯s second-in-command was one of them. That was why Admiral Demmel usually made appointments with the Army on Wednesdays. It was a great opportunity to show off a proper Admiralty officer. ¡°Good job. Let¡¯s get off work today.¡± After a satisfactory negotiation, Admiral Demel showed a more generous attitude than usual. ¡°Take some more time to think about going overseas again.¡± Bastian¡¯s most important request, however, was rejected again. ¡°Aren¡¯t the aftereffects of the injury still remaining? Above all, there are still many roles left for you to take on here. No matter what anyone says, the main character of this naval festival will be Captain Klauswitz, the hero of the Battle of Trosa. Oh, you would be Major Klauswitz by then.¡± Admiral Demel looked at Bastian with a proud smile on his face. At least until the review ceremony was over, it seemed that he would have to serve as a trophy for the Admiralty. ¡°It¡¯s not just about making Major. Accept the reward with gratitude and don¡¯t forget that it is also the attitude of an honorable soldier who sets an example for others.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll keep that in mind.¡± It wasn¡¯t unexpected and Bastian calmly accepted the result. ¡°By the way, Captain Klauswitz, may I ask you to give my regards to Lady Odette?¡± A coy smile appeared on Admiral Demel¡¯s face as he called out to Bastian, who was about to leave. ¡°Yes. I will.¡± Bastian gladly respected his superior¡¯s wishes. It was a matter of obeying orders because he was ordered to. It was also the time when he was supposed to meet the woman at least one more time anyway. After stepping out of the admiral¡¯s office, Bastian headed to the gym behind the headquarters building. First, after changing clothes and running around the department, he went back and did some strength-building exercises. By the time he put down the barbell and headed for the shower, the sky to the west was already dyed red. It was an ordinary late spring evening. Once again the well-dressed officer, Bastian left the Admiralty in his car. Odette. As he was passing through the city center where department stores and high-end shopping districts were concentrated that he suddenly remembered the woman¡¯s name again. The Emperor¡¯s cheapness suddenly became comical. If he (Emperor) was going to use the woman as a means to protect his daughter, he should have at least made sure the woman looked good. Of course, she always came up with a nice package, but he didn¡¯t feel very pleasant to take on a woman who always appeared in borrowed clothes. The car turned off Preve Boulevard just as he felt like it wouldn¡¯t be a bad idea to at least make her look presentable enough to shed the beggar Princess¡¯s label. Driving through the rosy, shimmering world, Bastian was greeted by an unexpected sight as he reached the townhouse. A middle-aged man was in an altercation with the servants in front of the mansion¡¯s gate. When he spotted Bastian¡¯s car, he was greatly excited and shook off the endless hands that were holding him back. ¡°How are you, Captain Klauswitz?¡± The man approaching the driver¡¯s seat with a smile and greeted him. When Bastian didn¡¯t respond, he hurriedly removed his hat to reveal his face. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me you don¡¯t remember me.¡± The man shouting triumphantly was that night¡¯s gambler, Lady Odette¡¯s father. ¡°How dare you treat me coldly?¡± Duke Dissen¡¯s enraged shout broke the tranquility of the garden. ¡°Okay then. I¡¯m glad I don¡¯t have to explain.¡± When Bastian said with a delight smile, Duke Dissen¡¯s face flushed red. The man couldn¡¯t hide his emotions if his life depends on it. It was natural that he could not avoid a crushing defeat on the gambling table. ¡°Get to the point, Duke.¡± Sitting cross-legged, Bastian slowly took out a cigarette and asked. Duke Dissen glanced around him, fiercely considering his next words. In the meantime, there was a click, the sound of a lighter being pulled. Cigarette smoke slowly rose and scattered across the garden on the wind that stirred the tender leaves. It was a truly rude manner. ¡°I have no intention of giving my daughter to someone like you.¡± Duke Dissen declared firmly, hiding his stiff hands under the table. He intended to express his strong opposition first and then proceed to negotiations. ¡°No matter how much the world may have changed, it is unacceptable for the bloodline of a moneylender who used to pick up junk to covet the daughter of a princess!¡± Duke Dissen showed appropriate anger by striking the table with all his might. Bastian, however, did not react as he expected. All he did was stare blankly at him and shake off the cigarette ash. He¡¯s a dog. The cuss words Bastian spat out as if he was humming low made it feel even more outrageous. No way he dared to say such a thing to me! While Duke Dissen, caught in bewilderment, denied the reality, Bastian straightened his back. As if he was enjoying the Duke¡¯s outrage, feeding off his humiliation, he smiled gently as the Duke glared at him in utter disbelief. CH 21 ¡°You¡¯re not like someone who had sold his daughter to me once. You must have had a sudden change of heart since I last saw you.¡± Bastian tilted his head to indicate serious doubt. ¡°Th-that was¡­ just a mistake I made in a tight spot.¡± Having changed his mind from reprimanding the nasty burlesque, Duke Dissen hurriedly gave the answer he had prepared. Captain Klauswitz was a man of few words. It was foolish to be reckless and lose face. ¡°If I hadn¡¯t been lenient, it would have been impossible to put the matter away that way.¡± Bastian spoke about that gambling night without any hesitation. While Duke Dissen hesitated, embarrassed by the conversation that was so different from what he expected, the attendant who had served the tea appeared. Finally catching his breath, Duke Dissen took advantage of the opportunity to look around. The gestures of the attendant who came quietly like a shadow and poured the tea were as natural and skillful as flowing water. It was evident that the starched uniform was also made of a highly luxurious material. He was a high-ranking servant with a level that could only be found in a prestigious family with high power. That was not the only reason why he did not match the notoriety of a lowly antique merchant¡¯s family. The garden was now in a state of proper neglect, but if you look closely, you can still see traces of careful management. It was not difficult to find old trees and precious flowers. Perhaps it was the taste and discernment of the previous owner. It was said that it was a mansion that the antique dealer obtained in lieu of a debt from an aristocratic family who could not repay the borrowed money. Like a dirty rat carrying a disease, these scumbags were eating away at the order of the world. The names of noble families who have created and protected this empire. Its long history and traditions were being crippled by the contagion they were spreading. Just like Duke Dissen did. Passing by the mansion visible among the dense trees and the stylish old fountain, Duke Dissen¡¯s gaze returned to Bastian, who was sitting across from him. The imperial officer¡¯s uniform and medals of honor for distinguished war service, and even a luxurious townhouse located in the center of the capital. Had he not known about his origin in advance, he would not have doubted that he was a son of a prestigious family. He (Bastian) was like a rat playing a king over the ruins that had lost its owner. ¡°In fact, why don¡¯t you use that teasing mouth in front of the emperor to tell him that you have won Odette at a gambling house in a back alley? If you can¡¯t do it, I can do it for you. That way, the reputation you have gained will be drowned in the mud overnight.¡± Duke Dissen expressed his hostility with more radical words. He would have preferred to use a better method, but when the grandson of an antique dealer showed his arrogance, he had no choice. ¡°Have it your way.¡± Bastian¡¯s voice seeped into the purple darkness of the evening as he downed a sip of tea. ¡°Must my reputation be damaged over something like that? It wouldn¡¯t be a big deal if it happened.¡± ¡°Ha. The honor of a hero is just that much? After all, you can¡¯t hide your roots, no matter how many pretenses you put up.¡± Contrary to his taunt, the hands on his lap were damp with cold sweat. In order to hide the fact, Duke Dissen began to work even harder. ¡°And do you think you know better, talking about honor?¡± Bastian retorted ruefully and brushed the ashes from his cigarette. His blue gaze was chilling. It felt as if having a cold snake wrapped around your body. ¡°You¡¯re doing this because you have the emperor at your back, but no matter what anyone says, I am Odette¡¯s father! Whatever the Emperor¡¯s will, you¡¯ll need my permission to get her!¡± Driven into a corner, Duke Dissen¡¯ voice began to rise higher in anger. He heard that Bastian was already infatuated with Odette. The conclusion of the sources he met to find out the whole story of this affair were consistent. They said it was a rumor that had already spread throughout the social world. What Duke Dissen had seen and heard was not much different. It was a scandalous and interesting story. Duke Dissen knew very well how blind a man blinded by love could be. For at one time he himself was too. The accusation that he had (Duke Dissen) approached the Princess (Helen) to take advantage of her was therefore an even more frustrating aspect. If it were only for that reason, he would have left his wife on the day she was disqualified from being an imperial princess. Perhaps it would have been better for the both of them if that were true, but now it was nothing more than regret. Still, Odette, the child who was like the best jewel, was left behind, so that foolish love was not completely meaningless. ¡°I have the right to marry Odette off to someone else if I feel like it. Even if you are a praised hero, Odette will be much better suited to a more refined and elegant family, albeit of a little less wealth, than you, who are nothing more than a vulgar brat.¡± Bastian tilted his head with a wry smile when he heard Duke Dissen¡¯s bluff. ¡°Why would someone with such deep thoughtfulness leave his daughter unwed until now?¡± ¡°I was just careful! If our family¡¯s situation had not become as difficult as it is now, Odette would have married into the most prestigious family in the empire. Perhaps she would have married a foreign royalty and become a queen. She¡¯s a well-deserved child.¡± ¡°Ah, I see.¡± ¡°So, in order to associate with my daughter, shouldn¡¯t you show effort and sincerity to match it?¡± ¡°Effort and sincerity. You probably mean money.¡± Bastian embarrassed the Duke with his directness. ¡°So, I mean¡­¡± ¡°First of all, let me tell you the conclusion, you will not get anything in return from me.¡± Cutting him off with a cocky demeanor, Bastian gave cold notice. ¡°If you want to marry your daughter off to someone else you deem worthy, then yes, do so. As you said, it would be the father¡¯s right. I will respect your decision. But right now, the Emperor won¡¯t let go of Lady Odette, so I guess we¡¯ll have to wait for the next turn.¡± Bastian shrugged as he gave a completely unexpected reply. ¡°Whether it¡¯s a hostess of a prestigious family or a foreign queen, do as the Duke wishes when the time comes. But if you want to keep that precious hope, you¡¯d better weigh your options for the time being.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°Wouldn¡¯t it be quite a hindrance to your marriage business if there were even rumors that your daughter was a lady who had already been touched by a vulgar rat? Of course, it would be just another saga for me.¡± Bastian didn¡¯t raise his voice once, continuing his dirty and vile threats. Rendering speeches, Duke Dissen simply blinked his dazed eyes. ¡°If you wait quietly, I will gladly return your daughter to you safely. Just like that night at the gambling house.¡± ¡°How dare you¡­ how dare¡­¡± Duke Dissen tried to spit out new insults, but all that came out was strangled moans. But Bastian didn¡¯t raise an eyebrow and inhaled another mouthful of smoke. Looking at the breathless man, he stood up calmly. He tossed the half-burnt cigarette into the ashtray and lazily put on the hat, moving smoothly as if it were part of a dance. ¡°If you want a high-class conversation, I suggest you visit the Imperial Palace next time.¡± Bastian bowed his head gracefully and turned around at the end of that sentence. The sound of breaking china on the table overturned by Duke Dissen, who had come to his senses belatedly, was in strange harmony with the sound of Bastian¡¯s receding footsteps. Until the last moment, Bastian never looked back. *** The nanny soon fell into a deep sleep. The sleeping pills seemed to have had a definite medicinal effect, despite the fact that she had not used up the entire dose for fear of a major accident if one were to occur. Breathing a sigh of relief, Isabelle first took out the package she had hidden under the bed. It was the clothes of the maids, collected one by one over several days. She could not just sit and wait for the day to be sold to Belov. The helplessness motivated Isabelle. She deliberately went on a rampage, getting sleeping pills, pretending to be intoxicated on her unused pills to avoid the prying eyes of her nanny and the maids. The time away from the watchful eye allowed Isabelle to learn a few facts. The maids¡¯ tea time while she slept. A young maid whose turn was soon to go on vacation. The kind of hectic times when carts carrying groceries come and go. It was a stepping stone of hope that would lead Isabelle to him. She must meet Bastian. Isabelle vowed and promptly changed her clothes. She did not forget to put her pillows and cushions under the blanket to look like her sleeping self. Finally, Isabelle, her plain straw hat pressed down, took her cautious steps toward the window. Lying in a long chair, the nanny was still fast asleep. It must have been the same with the other maids who drank the drugged tea with the nanny. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. Please understand me.¡± Isabelle kissed the nanny¡¯s wrinkled cheek in apology. Emotions surged, but she fought hard to hold back her tears. It might be her last chance, she never knew. It was time to be strong if she didn¡¯t want to live the rest of her life in regret. Isabelle shoved the money and jewelry she had prepared in advance deep into the servant¡¯s old bag. This much seemed to be enough to last for a while. It would have been better if she could find some more valuable jewelry, but this was the best she could do now that she was not free to move around as much as she wanted. Lastly, Isabelle put a note of apology in a drawer. She also placed the engagement ring that Prince Belov had given her near it. It must be a very valuable piece of jewelry,mbut it seemed that at least this one was not to be touched. She didn¡¯t want to cast another man¡¯s shadow over her love for Bastian. After making all the preparations, Isabelle grabbed her bag tightly and approached the bedroom door. It was already 11 o¡¯clock. It was time for the back gate of the Summer Palace to be opened. CH 22 ¡°Youth is good after all,¡± Dr. Kramer said, covering the chart with a satisfied smile. No abnormal findings. This month¡¯s checkup record was also not significantly different from last month. The surgery of his left shoulder to remove shell fragments was completely healed, and the traces of his gunshot wound were gradually fading. It was a much faster recovery than expected. ¡°You¡¯re fit to go out on the front lines again, but I don¡¯t recommend it.¡± Dr. Kramer leaned against the edge of his desk, looking at his patient. Bastia only grinned, and began to dress without replying. The body, covered with large and small scars, soon disappeared under a well-tailored dress shirt. ¡°I trust that the Admiralty will receive only the facts excluding the doctor¡¯s opinion.¡± Fastened his cufflinks, Bastian turned to stand up. He was smiling, but it was only formal courtesy. It seemed that he had no intention of breaking his determination of wanting to go abroad again. ¡°Bastian.¡± Dr. Kramer sighed and called his name. It was in this clinic that he first met the child. A sunny late spring like today. It was a weekend afternoon when the rose-scented breeze blew through the open window. Sophia¡¯s son (Bastian) had the exact same appearance as the man (Jeff Klauswitz) who had caused her death. Even so, the fact that he couldn¡¯t escape the fate similar to his mother made him even more hopeless. Carl Illis came to the hospital with his grandson, begging to look for evidence of abuse. He said he had just taken Sophia¡¯s son out of his father¡¯s house. The old man¡¯s eyes were bloodshot red as he had said that Bastian was now a member of the Illis family, saying that he would no longer let the monsters destroy the child. The Klauswitz wanted to get rid of the eldest son (Bastian) left by his dead ex-wife, and Ilis (grandfather) wanted to avenge his daughter by making the child his heir. The battle between the two families, which had been going on for years after Sophia¡¯s death, ended with Klauswitz¡¯s victory. Dr. Kramer, who examined Bastian as requested that day, was shocked twice. First, when the child was undressed, large and small scars were engraved all over the boy¡¯s body. The deep wounds from being attacked by a wild dog recently still weren¡¯t properly healed. Next was the time when the child told the history of how his wounds came about. Falling of horses, got cut while practicing swordsmanship, and suffered a fall while hiking. The scars left on Bastian¡¯s body had a common cause. All of them were created due to the child¡¯s mistake during the successor class. At least that was how it looked on the surface. (*they used the excuse of the successor class to abuse (kill with reason) the young Bastian) ¡°It seems you¡¯ve already earned enough of a reputation as a soldier, so why don¡¯t you just get discharged already? I don¡¯t want to sign the papers that allow you to go back there with my own hands.¡± Dr. Kramer sighed deeply and removed his spectacles from the bridge of his nose. ¡°Even if I were on the frontline, peacekeeping and vigilance would be the main mission.¡± Leaning on the opposite end of the desk, Bastian gave a calm answer. The spring sunlight, lined with golden dust particles, fell silently on the two of them as they gazed at the same spot. ¡°It¡¯s really very credible of you to say such a thing after coming back injured.¡± ¡°It was an exceptional circumstance.¡± ¡°What if, by any chance, something like that happens again?¡± ¡°Well, I guess I¡¯ll get another medal.¡± Dr. Kramer involuntarily burst out laughing at the brazen joke Bastian had made. Bastian also smiled quietly. He had a calm expression, but it was difficult to fathom the look in his eyes. Just like that boy from 14 years ago. Carl Illis¡¯s determination to accuse the Klauswitz couple of secretly abusing his ex-wife¡¯s son never came to fruition. It was clear that the cunning and cruel abuse had been committed for a long time, but they had left no evidence of their entrapment. Succession Education. They put forward such a grandiose cause. He (Jeff ) remarried as soon as his ex-wife passed away, and his second wife¡¯s child was born premature at seven months*. Even with a son born by his aristocratic wife, Jeff Klauswitz expressed his intention to use his ex-wife¡¯s son as his successor. It was an action to quell the suspicion and ugliness that began with that unexplained incident. (*It means Jeff was cheated on his wife (Bastian¡¯s mother) while she was alive) The Klauswitz couple entrusted the heir (Bastian) of the family to carefully selected tutors. They were all recognized experts, so it was difficult to dismiss it as something that had no effect. However, it was accompanied by a harsh discipline method that forced and drove the child to a level that he could not possibly reach. The child woke up before the sun rose in the morning and sat at his desk perfectly dressed. After suffering from schoolwork that was difficult for people his age to digest, severe physical training that was close to military training continued. He read and wrote until his eyes were red and his hands were swollen. Despite falling off his horse¡¯s back and nearly breaking his neck, he learned to ride. He was left alone in the forest at night with a gun in his still-growing hand. If he made it, the cold silence returned, and if he failed, the value of his existence was questioned. From the age of six, when his mother passed away, to the age of twelve, when he visited this hospital with his maternal grandfather. This was a period of time when the child lived within the walls of the Klauswitz family. ¡°But it won¡¯t be until this fall. No matter what you do, you won¡¯t get my signature. The decision of the Admiralty will be the same.¡± Instead of asking Bastian if now would be enough to stop seeking vengeance, Dr. Kramer just smiled bitterly. Sometimes he (doctor) regretted revealing the truth that Sophia had been murdered. If he had just covered it up with an ordinary death that she left the world while giving birth, such a deep resentment would not have formed in Carl Illis¡¯ heart. Then revenge he couldn¡¯t achieve would not have become this child¡¯s task. Although now it had become nothing more than a useless regret. Putting his glasses back on, Dr. Kramer looked at Bastian with regretful eyes. Even though a long time had passed, the doctor¡¯s mind still remained in the past as he looked at him. All violence leaves traces. It was no exception given that it was an abuse in an invisible form. Realizing that he could no longer punish the Klauswitz couple, Carl Illis finally shed tears laced with resentment. In the meantime, the young Bastian protected his maternal grandfather¡¯s side as he wept, looking not a bit upset. And after a while, he finally left this medical room with Carl Illis. In the figure of the twelve-year-old boy closing the door after a polite smile, Dr. Kramer saw the marks left by that silent violence. ¡°How about getting married and starting a family?¡± Dr. Kramer suddenly asked an impulsive question. ¡°Of course, this does not mean that you should accept the marriage proposal forced by the emperor. There are many other good ladies out there, so think about it seriously. A marriage made out of love, not as a means of transaction.¡± ¡°Yes. I¡¯ll keep that in mind.¡± Bastian gave a brisk reply and smiled. The doctor knew he didn¡¯t mean it, but he couldn¡¯t say anything more. Suddenly he found it ridiculous to give such advice when he himself had buried the unfulfilled love in his heart long ago. Bastian left with his usual polite greeting. After the last appointment, the doctor¡¯s office was enveloped with a languid afternoon silence. Dr. Kramer stood in front of the window facing the hospital¡¯s main entrance, watching Bastian leave. With his jacket draped over one arm, Bastian walked with confident strides, staring straight ahead. Although he was wearing plain clothes today, one could guess that he was a skilled military man just by the way he carried himself. Dr. Kramer remained silent until the beautiful blonde hair, as the spring sun, disappeared from sight. *** Odette turned around and checked her reflection in the shop window of the caf¨¦ across the street. It was too urgent an appointment to get the Countess of Trier¡¯s help today. Her blouse and skirt were neat enough, but they were not appropriate for a formal occasion. The man did not say where he planned to go or what he was going to do. The letter Bastian sent last night via personal service contained only one ridiculously short note. K. Again, the final greeting was just that one insincere syllable of his last name. Judging by the time and place, at least it didn¡¯t look like she was going to attend a formal social event. She had chosen the clothes with that in mind, but as the appointment time approached, she felt uneasy. It was then that a car started approaching from the other side of the street. A black car approaching, gradually slowing down, stopped not far from the fountain. After confirming that the car was different from the man¡¯s car she had driven in that day, Odette stopped paying attention. ¡°Hello, Lady Odette.¡± The familiar voice from the strange car came just as Odette began to rearrange the creases in her old skirt. Startled, she raised her head. While she was retrieving her parasol, which she had nearly dropped, a man got out of the back seat. To her surprise, it was Bastian Klauswitz. Confidently, he approached her as she was in a state of bewilderment. He didn¡¯t seem the least bit bothered by the glances of the passersby. ¡°Hello, Captain.¡± Odette first responded with a polite greeting. Stopping at one step away, Bastian scrutinized Odette with downcast eyes. Top to bottom, bottom to top again. It was an insolent gaze with no intention of hiding the snobbish standards of evaluation. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± After completing his evaluation with an ambiguous smile, Bastian held out his hand. Odette looked at him as if asking for an explanation, but he made no reply. Taking the parasol from Odette and folding it, Bastian escorted her to the parking car. Odette was already in the back seat when she realized what had happened. ¡°Tell me where the destination is.¡± She mustered up the courage to ask, but Bastian ignored her request by quietly closing the car door. Odette watched him with furrowed brows. When the driver opened the door to the opposite back seat, Bastian calmly climbed into the seat next to her. Despite committing heinous rudeness, he never hesitated. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± That was Bastian¡¯s only command, but the driver started the car without question. ¡°We¡¯ll be arriving soon.¡± His tone insincere, Bastian held out the parasol. Odette accepted it, hiding her displeasure. While studying the pattern of the parasol on her lap, the car they were in entered a crowded downtown area. The car arrived at its destination and stopped at the same time Odette found a thread of lace sticking out. As she hurriedly removed it, the back seat door opened. Behind Bastian¡¯s outstretched hand, she could see the show windows of a luxurious store. Sabine. It was the dress shop mentioned by the Count¡¯s daughter who had cleverly tested Odette. CH 23 ¡°It¡¯s been a while, Bastian.¡± With a smile on her face, Madame Sabine greeted them in person. Bastian embraced her without hesitation. ¡°You have no idea how surprised I was to hear from your aunt.¡± ¡°Thank you for doing me a favor, Madam Sabine.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not a problem. Maria¡¯s nephew is also my nephew.¡± After giving Bastian a brief kiss on the cheek, Madame Sabine finally looked at Odette, who was standing a step behind him. ¡°Welcome, Lady Odette, it is an honor to be able to serve you.¡± A bright smile appeared on her face, which had gone cold for an instant. After her welcome, Madame Sabine led the two of them to the reception area at the back of the hall where dresses and fabrics were on display. It was only after entering there that Odette understood the situation. ¡°Well, shall we take measurements first and then discuss the details?¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I think there must have been some kind of mistake.¡± Odette stopped walking with an awkward smile. ¡°I didn¡¯t come here to get my clothes tailored. I just thought this was a place to visit the Captain¡¯s acquaintances.¡± ¡°Excuse me, would you mind giving us a moment?¡± Bastian suddenly interrupted Odette¡¯s words. Madame Sabine happily gave a nod. ¡°Anyway. Let me know when the conversation is over.¡± With a light tap on Bastian¡¯s shoulder, Madam Sabine left with the staff. When the door was closed from the outside, the reception room with only the two of them was dead silent. ¡°That was very rude.¡± Odette spoke first, breaking the silence. Bastian looked down at her brazen face. ¡°It seems to me that this is something to be thanked for, not reproached, Lady Odette.¡± ¡°Thanks? Excuse me?¡± Odette asked back in astonishment. She managed to maintain a calm tone, but it was not enough to hide even her trembling eyes. ¡°This place is already fully booked until next spring. If it had not been for the old friendship between my aunt and Madame Sabine, we wouldn¡¯t have been given this special privilege.¡± ¡°No matter how wonderful this place is, I have no desire to receive clothes from the captain. Forcing unwanted gifts in this way¡­¡­¡± ¡°A gift. Do you think I¡¯m going through all the trouble of giving you a gift?¡± For the first time, Bastian¡¯s low and somber voice filled with emotion. It was a sharp ridicule that erased even the bare minimum of courtesy. Speechless, Odette only blinked her wide, round eyes. Meanwhile, Bastian turned around and sat down on the hospitality sofa again and pointed to the seat across from him with his gaze. Odette defied the arrogant order by remaining motionless. Bastian nodded his head as if to do whatever she liked, and picked up the crystal glass on the table. The sound of the transparent glass and the ice colliding echoed loudly and clearly. ¡°I am not interested in cheap things.¡± Moistening his lips with cold whiskey soda, Bastian slowly crossed his legs. The bright light reflected from the well-polished shoes scratched Odette¡¯s defocused pupils. ¡°Whatever I have, I want it to be the best. The best, the most expensive, the fanciest, everything. Lady Odette is no exception.¡± ¡°Why bother when I¡¯m a fake anyway? It was the captain who said all of this is just a play that will end with Princess Isabelle¡¯s wedding.¡± With the insult so severe that her eyes turned white, Odette did not lose control. It was the sanctuary of the heart that had nothing to do with that man. The last dignity that Odette had managed to protect. She didn¡¯t want to give that incorrigible man the right to violate it. ¡°I understand that this decision was made at the risk of rumors and reputational damage due to this marriage proposal. Is my memory wrong?¡± ¡°Of course, I don¡¯t care about the honor and dignity of a gentleman. If your pride comes from noble blood, then to me it is money.¡± After taking another sip of whiskey soda, Bastian took out a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his jacket and wiped away the water droplets running down his fingers. ¡°But, for the time being, a noble lady whom the whole world will know as my woman, wouldn¡¯t it be very difficult for my position because you don¡¯t have a single decent piece of clothing?¡± ¡°When I attend official events, I believe I have dressed adequately for the occasion. I intend to continue to do so.¡± ¡°I know you¡¯re trying your best. I appreciate that.¡± Bastian folded the water-stained handkerchief and set it down on the edge of the table. He glanced up and looked at Odette. Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and her eyes were red with unshed tears. Her color contrasted with her stern expression. ¡°But, as you know, the results weren¡¯t very satisfactory, and I have no desire to put up with that moniker that comes before your name. So it is of a job than a gift. I think that¡¯s the more appropriate way to put it.¡± Bastian¡¯s eyebrows wrinkled as he looked at the beggar princess¡¯ shabby appearance. Disillusionment deepened when the father of the woman who came to extort money came to mind. Lady Odette¡¯s life was far more messed up than he thought. A light of self-condemnation flashed on Bastian¡¯s face as he realized what kind of woman he was entrusted with. He thought he¡¯d rather have paid the price for disloyalty to the emperor, but he had no regrets. It was a choice he himself had made. And Bastian had a means of erasing the stain on his dignity. Once he found a solution, it would be no problem then. ¡°Isn¡¯t that something we both have to put up with and understand?¡± Odette raised her head after looking at the tips of her old shoes for a long time. Her eyes had been dried and were redder. The incongruity between her youthful face and her bleak aura was strange because she wore no makeup. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but I also don¡¯t like that nickname that disparages the captain. But the reason I didn¡¯t show any signs of it was because I thought that was the responsibility of my role. I hope the Captain can show that level of consideration.¡± Odette chided Bastian in the tone of a mother teaching her immature child. Bastian¡¯s mouth curled slightly as he stared at her serious face. She had a talent for making people laugh unexpectedly. ¡°The grandson of a junk dealer. I can¡¯t help it unless I¡¯m reborn, but in Lady Odette¡¯s case, isn¡¯t it different?¡± Bastian lightly shrugged his shoulders. ¡°Let¡¯s live with the problems we can solve. There¡¯s nothing good dwelling on the impossible.¡± Bastian stood up from his seat and strode towards the woman. He was a very quiet and nimble for a man of his height and build. ¡°I will do my job, and Lady Odette does hers. It means nothing more.¡± Bastian ordered. The stiffened Odette could make no reply, but that did not seem to matter much. ¡°When you have to bow, bow down. That¡¯s real pride.¡± Bastian raised his head and turned around after whispering that one word. Odette endured it as much as she could it as best as she could, trying not to show her contempt. She knew it was already useless pride, but she had to hold on to the empty shell in order not to run out the door right away. While Odette struggled to calm her emotions, Bastian called back the staff waiting outside the reception room. ¡°I¡¯m sorry for the discourtesy.¡± With a polite apology, Bastian returned to the couch across the dressing room. Odette still stood there, watching the surreal scene. As Bastian, reclining deep in his wing chair, opened the horse racing magazine prepared for the gentlemen, the staff¡¯s movements became busy. It was the beginning of doll play. **** Ready to take measurements, Odette stepped onto the podium. As the light from the lighting fell on her only piece of clothing, the muslin gown, the outline of her body wrapped in translucent fabric was clearly revealed. Madame Sabine raised her eyebrows in a surprise. The facial expressions of the assistants holding the tape measure were not significantly different. They had already recognized that she had a pretty body, but even so, it exceeded their expectations. Hurrying her assistants with her glance, Madam Sabine took a step back and watched the situation. When she was near Bastian, she didn¡¯t notice it, but Odette was a pretty tall lady when standing alone. She was slender, but with curves in places that would drive men crazy. Her clear skin and upright posture enhanced her slender figure. Social queens, famous actresses and singers, even powerful mistresses would exchange wealth and status for beauty. Madam Sabine had seen countless clients including famous beauties of this empire, but Odette¡¯s harmonious features and grace was particularly impressive. The tailor who took her measurements with her tape measure called out numbers, and an assistant who quietly followed recorded it. Throughout the meticulous measurement, Odette cooperated quietly and skilfully. It was not at all what one would expect from dealing with a headstrong poor woman. ¡°It is finished.¡± The tailor¡¯s voice announcing the end permeated the silence. ¡°Thank you.¡± After leaving a polite greeting, Odette headed for the changing room to change. Madame Sabine nodded with a satisfied smile. Her (Odette¡¯s) graceful gestures added to make her a more alluring young lady. It seemed to finally make sense why Bastian was acting so out of the ordinary. Odette returned soon after, once again dressed in tattered clothes. Impatient, Madame Sabine hurriedly led the young lady to the reception room. Bastian was reading a magazine, sitting in the same position as before. As she sat Odette down beside him, Madame Sabine beckoned and staff with luxurious fabrics approached. Bastian finally folded the magazine and raised his head. ¡°Now let¡¯s discuss the details.¡± Madame Sabine¡¯s voice was laced with sincere joy. Maria Gross said she was worried because she did not know her nephew¡¯s true intentions. But the Madam was confident to quantify her most accurate answer and pass it on to her friend. The money a man spends on a woman, she believed, was proof of a certain mind. It was an obvious truth proven by decades of running a dress shop had proven. It was a science of sorts. CH 24 Dresses and hats. Even accessories like shoes, gloves and parasols. By sunset, a sizable order list had been completed. Everything from one to ten was Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s choice. All Odette did was being dragged around, taking measurements, and standing by him quietly like a doll. ¡°Oh yes. I almost missed something important.¡± Stopping the two as they were getting up, Madame Sabine found a pen buried in a pile of silk and chiffon. ¡°Could Lady Odette give me your address? I¡¯ll contact you when the order is ready.¡± ¡°Yes, ma¡¯am.¡± Odette answered calmly and accepted the pen Madame Sabine gave her. The scratching sound of the nip moving on the paper permeated into the glow of the setting sun in the dressing room. ¡°This is the address of a relative who is in charge of my chaperone. Please direct all communications there.¡± Odette said, returning the address book with a request. Although Madame Sabine looked bewildered, she asked no further questions. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± Getting up first, Bastian held out his hand. Though her heart was in turmoil, Odette held his hand without a hint of hesitation. The man did his job. Therefore, Odette also had to fulfill her given responsibilities. That was the rule of this business relationship. She did not want to be in debt, at least not on her part. Making up her mind, Odette took hold of the arm that Bastian had given her and left the dressing room. The staff, who had packed ready-to-go items, quietly followed. The items were only one part of the order list, but that alone filled the trunk and passenger seat of the large car. After loading all the luggage, the staff left a polite greeting. Pedestrians who had gathered to see the procession of luxurious gift boxes also began to hurry their way. ¡°I have a prior arrangement, so it will be difficult to have dinner together.¡± When the surroundings became quiet, Bastian opened his mouth. Odette looked at him with a bewildered face. It was as if she had been turned down from a date without even being asked. The words that she had no intention of having dinner with him at all even if he had no prior commitments filled her throat, but Odette did her best to control her emotions. ¡°Let¡¯s get back in this car. Hans will take you home.¡± ¡°What about the captain?¡± ¡°I can walk. The meeting place is nearby, so it¡¯s faster that way.¡± Bastian glanced at a large building on the other side of the main street. Reinfeld Hotel. It was the same place where they had their not-so-good first meeting. Before Odette could answer, the waiting driver opened the back seat door. It was an uncomfortable consideration, but there seemed to be no way to refuse it. The insistence on carrying that much luggage alone would be pointless anyway. The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. ¡°Thank you, Captain.¡± Odette bowed her head deeply, clasping her hands neatly together. In just a few hours, the man had spent far more than the Dissen¡¯s living expenses in a year. Even if he said it was for his own appearance and dignity, in the end, things were given to Odette. It seemed like something she had to bow for, and therefore she did. She didn¡¯t even want to think about Bastian¡¯s feelings, which for some reason he didn¡¯t respond to. It was not like that kind of feeling was required. Once again straightening her posture, Odette ended the uncomfortable silence by hurrying getting into the car. Bastian moved just as the driver climbed into the driver¡¯s seat and started the engine. Startled by the knocking on the glass, he turned his gaze to see Bastian leaning in front of the car window. ¡°Make sure you drop all the luggage off at the Diessen¡¯s before you leave.¡± Bastian¡¯s voice came through the half-open car window. ¡°I don¡¯t think these will do any good in the eyes of the Duke. What do you think, young lady?¡± Looking straight at the bewildered Odette, Bastian smiled as softly as the evening breeze. ¡°¡­¡­ Yes. If not, I was going to do exactly what the Captain said. Don¡¯t worry about that.¡± Odette reassured the man with an emotionless voice. She felt as embarrassed and miserable as if she were naked, but she could not deny the fact that Bastian¡¯s point was valid. ¡°I¡¯m glad you¡¯re a good communicator. Then return safely, Lady Odette.¡± Bastian nodded his head in satisfaction and straightened his body again. Taking a step back, Bastian indicated his departure with a light nod of the head. Odette, who was only looking down at her fingertips, raised her head as the car rounded a street corner. On a weekend evening, the city was crowded with many people, carriages, and cars, which had recently begun to increase rapidly. Her house was nearby, but it seemed like it would take quite a while to get out of the main street intersection. It was right when the man said it would be faster to walk. ¡°It¡¯s the day of an opera performance, so the traffic is very congested. They say it¡¯s popular because famous singers appear on it.¡± Glancing at the front mirror, the driver spoke quietly. ¡°I¡¯m fine. Don¡¯t worry.¡± With a faint smile, Odette turned her gaze toward the street through the car window. She spotted the man when the car that had been crawling along so gingerly reached the front of the illuminated Reinfeld Hotel. Bastian had arrived there before the car. A short time later, a black car, as luxurious as the one Odette was riding in, stopped in front of the hotel. Bastian approached it without hesitation. And he escorted a lady out of the car with the same courteous gestures he had done to Odette. It was not difficult for Odette to recognize the very refined and splendid red-haired lady. Sandrine. Countess Lenart, the man¡¯s real lover. *** ¡°Sandrine seems to be getting a lot more impatient these days, but I want the two of them to come together in the most dignified and whole way.¡± Duke LaViere, who had been waiting for a long time, uttered blandly. It was a distinctly different voice from before, when they were discussing the joint venture¡¯s railway operations and stocks. ¡°Of course. I also think the same as the Duke.¡± Bastian readily agreed and reassured him. Duke LaViere, who had been unable to hide his nervousness throughout dinner, finally burst out laughing. ¡°I really like this about you. You never lose your cool-headed judgment in any situation. You have the kind of personality that can be a strong fence for the emotional Sandrine.¡± Relaxed, Duke LaViere began to express his concerns about his daughter. The concerns he couldn¡¯t finish at the dinner table where Sandrine, who had intervened without permission, was present. Bastian listened in silence. He couldn¡¯t quite understand because of the Duke¡¯s strong accent but he didn¡¯t feel the need to ask. LaViere had no intention of ever forgiving the homosexual man (Sandrine¡¯s ex husband) who ruined his daughter¡¯s life with the fraudulent marriage. Retaliation would be met with maximum alimony. Remarriage was only possible after that. ¡°Please understand the position of the family and wait.¡± In the end, that was the point, and Bastian largely agreed. It was an insignificant matter compared to the enormous benefit he would receive in return. ¡°Thank you for protecting my daughter¡¯s honor.¡± After the long talk, Duke LaViere sincerely expressed his gratitude. Honor. It was a term that didn¡¯t suit a woman who held her husband¡¯s male lover as a weakness, demanded a divorce, and was openly seducing the next man behind his back. Sandrine, who was kicked out as soon as dinner was over, was probably lying in her lover¡¯s bed by now, gossiping about her father and her remarried partner (Bastian), who didn¡¯t know her heart. The man Sandrine had been spending the nights with was a substitute singer at the opera house. Last season, an unknown painter. Before that, probably a dancer in a suburban theater. Generally, they were third-rate artists with nothing but mediocre talent and youth, and in that respect they were harmless. Even if it was known to the public, it wouldn¡¯t be a big problem. For it was just a minor deviation with the tacit consent of the social world. Of course, Bastian¡¯s opinion was not different. Sandrine was a clever woman who knew exactly what side lovers meant. She was different from the cheap sentimentality intoxicated and problematic section, and Bastian appreciated that. He was also well aware that her love for him was genuine and that it was in a realm that had nothing to do with the men warming her bed. ¡°I am deeply grateful to the Duke for understanding and respecting my friendship with your daughter.¡± With an appropriate gratitude, Bastian satisfied the nobleman of Pelia, who had a special love for his only daughter. The woman¡¯s father (Odette¡¯s father) suddenly came to mind the moment he turned around after seeing Duke LaViere off. The memories of that day came back in the light of the street lamps that illuminated the city night. The irredeemable father (Duke Dissen) who had no regard for his daughter (Odette). He was good at spouting nonsense, but he was the kind of person who would sell his daughter to the highest bidder. If she had a proper father, would she have lived the same life as Sandrine? Bastian walked the streets at night, making meaningless assumptions. Lady Odette lives like Sandrine. Well. He couldn¡¯t possibly imagine. The woman (Odette) seemed unlikely to have concocted a ruse and fought back even if she was cheated on. She would have just endured the unforgiveness. Just like she had been put up with and endured her trashy father. She pretended to be aloof on such a subject. She had the best reputation because she could do better than anyone else. By the time his thoughts had gone that far, he was already at the corner of the road where he could see his house. It was then that he had an intuition that something was strange. Police officers were roaming near his town house. There were too many of them to consider a normal patrol. Above all there were horses. A fine stallion and saddle drew attention. It was not a privilege given to an ordinary cop. It was not a privilege to be given to the police. Imperial kingsguard. Bastian found the answer only after the town house¡¯s door was opened. After the ball at which the imperial princess went on a rampage, suspicious people often roamed around his house. It was Admiral Demel who overheard that they were the undercover Imperial Guard. He said that the Emperor was keeping a close eye on Bastian, he should never get involved with the princess again. It was quiet for a while, why now? Bastian pressed the doorbell, biting back an unanswerable question. The pale butler, Lovis, opened the door a few moments later. ¡°It¡¯s a big problem, Master!¡± His hand gripping the doorknob was trembling terribly. ¡°Oh, the Princess¡­ Her Highness, the Princess, is here now¡­¡± Lovis didn¡¯t finish his sentence properly, but Bastian understood what he meant without further explanation. ¡°Bastian!¡± A girl in a maid¡¯s uniform was seen running from behind the butler. To his surprise, it was Isabelle, the emperor¡¯s damn daughter. CH 25 Bastian chuckled. His eyes were as calm as deep water as he stared straight at Isabelle, but only the corner of his red lips slightly raised. It didn¡¯t seem like a very favorable reaction. Intimidated, Isabelle halted her steps, unable to go any further. She was still far from him, but close enough to see his cold eyes. Looking at the busy entrance hall, Bastian gave a short nod of his head to the butler who was trembling behind. Understanding his command, the butler hurriedly shut the door, and the silence increased dramatically. Stopping the servants who tried to avoid the scene, Bastian took strides to close the remaining distance between them. Isabelle¡¯s chest, which had swelled with anticipation, immediately froze cold again. ¡°I¡¯ll take you to the imperial palace. Let¡¯s go.¡± Isabelle¡¯s eyes overflowed with tears at the ruthless order thrown without a word of greeting for the reunion. ¡°No. I can¡¯t do that!¡± Isabelle reached out and grabbed Bastian¡¯s sleeve with her trembling hands. ¡°I barely got out of there and came all the way here. You have no idea how hard it was.¡± ¡°Yes. It certainly looks like that.¡± Bastian gave another short sneer. The bewilderment given by the princess disguised as a maid was now replaced by contempt. The reason Isabelle appeared here was obvious. Or how she had mobilized all the means to do something as ridiculous as this. At this point, he pitied the emperor. The same was true of the crown prince of Belov, who had to marry a princess of this state for the sake of the national interest. ¡°People looking for Your Highness will come soon. You must leave before then.¡± ¡°Please tell me the truth, Bastian!¡± Isabelle cried out stubbornly. ¡°Are you still treating me like a child? Okay, I understand. I was definitely like that when we first met. But not anymore!¡± The excited princess threw her hat and it fell onto the marble floor. ¡°Look at me, Bastian. I am now a grown woman. I¡¯m a woman who is ready to give up her crown for you!¡± ¡°Whether Your Highness is a child or a woman, what does that have to do with me?¡± Bastian¡¯s eyes sank into an innocent light as he looked at the Princess¡¯s face. ¡°Is it because I am a princess? Because of the difference in status? Is that why you can¡¯t even think of looking into your heart?¡± This girl, who had lived her whole life royally, didn¡¯t seem to understand the meaning of the word rejection. She was nothing more than a fanatic who blindly believed that the whole world deserved to love her. ¡°The fact that I am a princess is very painful, Bastian. How I wish I could throw off this title.¡± Isabelle began to play dramatic grief like an actress on stage. The emperor¡¯s daughter seemed to have completely forgotten about the dignity of her cousin (Odette), who was treated like a beggar, and was struggling to protect her dignity. Bastian loosened the knot in his tie, lowered his head and dropped his gaze. He then whispered in a voice so low that only the princess could hear it. ¡°If I may give you one piece of advice out of loyalty, you¡¯d better hold on tight to that crown, princess. The reason I show this level of patience and consideration even in this situation is because you are the emperor¡¯s daughter.¡± ¡°¡­¡­Bastian?¡± ¡°If you hadn¡¯t been a princess, it would have been difficult for you to stand in front of me looking so fine.¡± ¡°Now¡­ what in the world are you saying¡­ ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ .¡± ¡°So please, be deeply grateful to your emperor father, Your Highness.¡± Having finished his advice, Bastian straightened his head again. The princess¡¯s hand, which was hanging from his sleeve, fell helplessly. ¡°No. This is not it. It¡¯s not!¡± Isabelle cried out as if she was out of breath. It seemed that the tower of delusion she had built alone over the years was much stronger than he thought. ¡°What have I done for you! I came this far by committing things I should not have done. I left everything behind, thinking only of you. So don¡¯t do this to me. Yeah? Please, Bastian!¡± ¡°The only heart I can give to the princess is the loyalty of an imperial soldier to the imperial family. It has always been and will always be so. This is my ¡°truth¡± that Your Highness wanted to hear so much.¡± Correcting the shape of the cufflinks the princess had ruined, Bastian drove the final nail into the coffin with a cool tone. The doorbell of the mansion rang when Isabelle, dazed and as if she had forgotten how to cry, began to stumble. Bastian calmly opened the front door while the surprised servants rushed towards the princess. The Imperial Guard, who were roaming around the neighborhood disguised as police officers, were at the door. ¡°The Princess is here.¡± Bastian was the first to break the silence. The guards¡¯ faces showed a look of bewilderment that could not be concealed as they found the princess standing supported by the servants ¡°She came here looking like that. I was going to take her to the imperial palace, but since you came just in time, I¡¯ll leave her in your care.¡± ¡°No. You should go with us, Captain Klauswitz.¡± The highest-ranking officer gave the high-handed order. ¡°You¡¯re ordered to come to the palace as quickly and quietly as possible.¡± *** ¡°Thank you, sister! Thank you so much!¡± Excited and speechless, Tira threw herself at Odette, embracing her. After a whole week of begging and pleading, they had just arranged to go on a weekend picnic together. Putting down the ladle that she had been stirring the stew for a while, Odette looked at her sister with a quiet smile on her face. Tira¡¯s curiosity about the newly created amusement park in the city center was persistent. Cotton candy. Merry-go-round. Electric Palace. Horoscope machine, ferris wheel. How eager her voice and expression were to tell the stories she heard from her schoolmates. Odette couldn¡¯t ignore her any longer. ¡°It¡¯s next Sunday. You can¡¯t forget it. Yes?¡± Tira held out her pinky finger, emphasizing again. It was the method she used to get confirmation. Odette honestly held her finger and made a promise. She hoped the man wouldn¡¯t call her back in a few days. Even if that happened, Odette had no intention of complying. ¡°I¡¯m so glad father didn¡¯t come back. right?¡± Sitting at the dinner table, Tira smiled innocently. She knew she had to be admonished, but Odette couldn¡¯t open her mouth. It seemed she didn¡¯t deserve it because her feelings were no different from Tira¡¯s. ¡°Let¡¯s go far away after graduation. No father, just the two of us.¡± Looking at her father¡¯s empty seat, Odette made an impulsive proposal. Contrary to her expectations, Tira had an unwilling expression. ¡°Do we have to leave? We can just get a house and live here, just the two of us.¡± ¡°The capital city is busy and the rent is high. A quiet little town wouldn¡¯t be too uncomfortable to live in.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ I¡¯ll think about it.¡± Tira smiled reluctantly and concentrated on eating with her head down. Suddenly it came to Odette that Tira would soon become an adult and she couldn¡¯t force her to do so. Odette gazed out at the city through the window, clutching her toothless glass of water. After graduating and finding a job, Tira would be fine by herself. When that day came, Odette would be able to leave to start a new life without any constraints or restraints. The tutor job she looked into out of curiosity paid much better than Odette expected. It was a more attractive job in that the housing problem would be solved together. Although her lack of experience worried her, fortunately the staff at the agency spoke highly of Odette¡¯s abilities. How about a small city with a view of the warm southern sea? Odette¡¯s cautious hopes were brought back to reality when an unexpected name came out of Tira¡¯s mouth. ¡°Oh, sister. Do you know who Klauswitz is?¡± ¡° ¡­Where did you hear that name?¡± Odette calmly asked back, holding onto the glass of water she almost dropped. Please. She prayed earnestly without knowing what she was praying for. But life once again failed Odette. ¡°Father said Klauswitz would take care of everything? Earlier, when sister went grocery shopping, a visitor came. It sounded like a money issue, but I don¡¯t know the details. I guess there¡¯s no news because there¡¯s nothing special, right?¡± Tira chatted in a non-trivial tone and resumed her meal. But Odette could swallow nothing more. Her father knew about the man. It was clear what that meant. Especially if it had to do with money matters. ¡°Can you please clean up?¡± Barely able to move her legs, Odette hurriedly stood up from the table. ¡°Are you going out? So suddenly? where?¡± ¡°I have an appointment I forgot. I need to go.¡± ¡°Appointment? At such a late hour?¡± ¡°Yes. I have something I need to return to a relative of the imperial family.¡± ¡°Ah! That awl-like old lady.¡± Odette skillfully lied, even though she felt like she had lost her mind. Fortunately, Tira readily agreed. After hurriedly preparing to go out, Odette stepped out into the night without hesitation. She had to meet the man. That was the only thought Odette could muster. **** The sound of a hard slap on the cheek echoed through the suffocating silence. Bastian did not avoid it and accepted the hit. The empress, who glared at him with her whole body shaking, took her anger out by raising her hand once again. ¡°How dare you fool the princess!¡± Wiping the blood from his split lips with the back of his hand, Bastian stood motionless and waited for the next strike. The moment he heard of the imperial order, he had already prepared himself. He hadn¡¯t expected that the empress¡¯ hand would be so painful. ¡°Calm down. At times like this, we should remain calm.¡± The Emperor, who had been watching the situation from a few steps away, said after his wife raised her hand again. ¡°Help the empress to her bedchamber.¡± The servants of the detached palace who had been waiting surrounded the empress as soon as the emperor¡¯s order fell. Avoiding further embarrassment, the empress retreated with frosty eyes at Bastian. She was at least a better mother than her daughter. As the empress and the servants left, a chilly silence filled the air of the private residence. After staring at Bastian for a long time, the emperor picked up a cigarette with a complicated expression on his face. From the morning he received the news of Isabelle¡¯s escape, to the moment she was captured, the aftermath of a hellish day rushed in all at once. Extreme anger and disillusionment. The arrow pointed at Bastian, the officer who was both a blessing and a disaster for the empire. There was a faint sound of a bell announcing the hour. Extinguished his half-burnt cigarette, the Emperor turned his head to look at Bastian. ¡°Isabelle will be sent abroad as soon as dawn breaks. Until her wedding takes place, she will never, ever set foot on Berg¡¯s soil again.¡± The emperor sat down on the sofa in front of the unlit fireplace and slowly wiped his face. ¡°The official reason for her departure is recuperation. Because her health was ruined by neurosis, she had time to rest until her marriage.¡± ¡°Yes, Your Majesty. I will keep that in mind.¡± Bastian accepted the order with the face of a loyal soldier. ¡°The conversation is going to be long, so please sit down.¡± The emperor pointed to the seat across from him with an appearance of deep fatigue. CH 26 Bastian sat there undisturbed, waiting for his words to follow. His cheek was still red from being struck by the empress, but his expression was extremely calm. It was an incredible appearance for someone who had been brought in and insulted like a criminal. The emperor looked at the nuisance with eyes deepened in confusion. He could not find any charges of conspiracy. The prediction that the escaped Isabelle¡¯s destination would be Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s residence was correct, but other than that, everything was not as speculated. Bastian, who was out before the summer palace was turned upside down, had a luncheon with the Lutz financiers, then moved on with some of them to a social club. Bankers and senators and naval generals. It seemed obvious that the guest list also had nothing to do with Isabelle. In the afternoon, he (Bastian) visited his doctor and received a medical examination of the injuries he had sustained during the battle of Trosa, and after that he met Odette. He (Bastian) took the child to the high-end dress shop and bought her a great amount of gifts. Even more surprising than that was the fact that shortly thereafter he (Bastian) met Duke LaViere at Reinfeld Hotel. Although he (Bastian) was a reprehensible opportunist weighing the niece of the Emperor of Berg and the daughter of the Pelia nobleman in both hands, at least it seemed clear that he had nothing to do with Isabelle. The Emperor¡¯s eyes sank even colder as he reflected on that fact. While Bastian Klauswitz was having a steadily self-serving weekend, his daughter drugged her nanny with sleeping pills, stole a maid¡¯s clothes, and rode a cart. The fact that the end of that abject escapade was a public exposition and humiliation made the emperor¡¯s heart even more miserable. It was not that he didn¡¯t know that Bastian was doing his best. By not keeping the Princess, he (Bastian) eliminated any room for speculation, and also cut off Isabelle¡¯s vain lingering feelings with a single knife. No matter how thoroughly he (Emperor) kept people¡¯s mouths shut, he could not be able to cleanly erase what Isabelle had committed. In that case, it would have been better to make it an accident stemming from her childhood unrequited love. It would be a scandal within the lines that could be rectified somehow. But that fact had come too far to be an indulgence. It was not just a problem limited to one foolish Isabelle. How far would the ambition of this person, who even stole the heart of the Princess, reach? The fact that he could hardly fathom it made the emperor¡¯s heart ache. ¡°The first princess of Berg (Isabelle). The daughter of Duke LaViere (Sandrine). And even Odette. Are there any other women I need to know besides these names, captain?¡± The Emperor posed the question in the most direct way. ¡°Tell me, Bastian Klauswitz, who are you?¡± ¡°Please command, Your Majesty. That person will be me*.¡± (*I¡¯ll be whoever you want me to be) Bastian answered without the slightest hesitation. The trustworthy low-pitched voice and straight gaze made the slick flattery plausible. ¡°If I command, will you do anything?¡± ¡°Yes. That¡¯s right.¡± ¡°That¡¯s admirable. Truly, you¡¯re befitting the soldier who is called a hero.¡± The emperor laughed sarcastically and opened the cigarette box. The naval battle that made Bastian Klauswitz a naval hero took place in the Trosa Islands in the North Sea. It was a battle that started when Lobita, who was in a confrontation over military strategic points and resource mining rights, made a preemptive strike. Berg¡¯s ships, which were inspecting the nearby waters, were caught in fire without even having time to form battle lines. The worst thing was that the captain who came out after hearing the news, was hit by debris from the broken deck and lost consciousness. In a combat situation in which the captain was absent, this officer in front of him (Emperor), Bastian Klauswitz, was to take over command of the ship. Judging that it would be difficult to engage in an artillery battle with the already heavily damaged hull, he responded to the enemy¡¯s attack by rapidly changing the course of his battleship. It was a decision made based on the judgment that Berg¡¯s ship, which was charging into the command ship with the admiral of Lobita¡¯s aboard, was superior in maneuverability. When the Berg army, which was expected to take a defensive position, opted for a frontal breakthrough, the panicked enemy fleet¡¯s battle line was disrupted. The bombardment stopped when the battleship, which had been sprinting through the gap, pierced the bow of Admiral Lobita¡¯s command ship. So captain Klauswitz¡¯s strategy of not continuing with indiscriminate attacks that might sink friendly ships if done poorly paid off. In the hand-to-hand combat that followed, the Berg army gained the upper hand. In the meantime, the support fleet arrived, and by the time the enemy line was completely disrupted by the bombardment with daunting firepower, the young captain captured the old admiral of the enemy army. It was a perfect victory, receiving Lobita¡¯s white flag surrender. Upon receiving the report of the Battle of Trosa, the emperor was seized with a dumbfounded mood for a long time. It was certainly the glory and joy of the Empire, but on the other hand, he couldn¡¯t help feeling bewildered. Battle on ships. Things that had only been seen in the military science books of the last century, which had disappeared as they moved into the era of long-distance firepower, were now in front of his eyes. Grenades, swords. Rifles and pistols. Just looking at the names of the weapons that were unlikely to be seen in naval battles, the aspect of the melee was drawn. The Enemy vehemently accused Berg of unleashing the devil¡¯s hounds into the North Sea. It wasn¡¯t something that the provocateur would make a fuss about, but it was emotionally understandable. If Bastian Klauswitz had been the commander of the enemy army, he (Emperor) would have made the same assessment. The defeat at the Battle of Trosa severely weakened Lobita¡¯s navy. On the other hand, the Berg Army¡¯s grip on the North Sea had grown even greater, so Captain Klauswitz definitely deserved to be called a hero. But what if the odds he were to get out of control? It was impossible to completely trust a fierce dog who could turn and bite its owner at any moment. The more the emperor learned of Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s temperament, the more his fear grew. Bastain was not one to submit to authority and order. But he was also clever enough to exploit it. Then what kind of leash should he be tamed? The Emperor let out a worried sigh and rose from his seat. Approaching the window, he pulled back the curtains to review the gardens and the Prater River beyond. He could feel the presence of Bastian quietly following him, but the emperor didn¡¯t look back. ¡°Even if it was against your will, you have tarnished the honor of my daughter and the imperial family. And this is not just a marriage of a princess, but a serious matter of the entire empire.¡± The emperor, who had erased the traces of a father who was tired of being tormented by his spoiled daughter, wore a face of regained dignity of a monarch of the empire. Bastian lowered his head as if to say he understood. The marriage between the Princess of Berg and the Crown Prince of Belov had to be concluded. Having experienced the rapidly changing international situation while serving on the frontlines, Bastian knew that fact better than anyone else. In order to keep Lobita¡¯s growing naval power in check, cooperation with Belov was necessary. Princess Isabelle¡¯s marriage was to be the very foundation of that alliance. ¡°I too hope that the military alliance with Belov will be concluded successfully, Your Majesty.¡± ¡°Then I will tell you directly.¡± The emperor with his hands behind his back turned around. ¡°If Isabelle¡¯s love causes a problem with this national marriage, if the security of this empire is threatened because of it, I will never forgive you. It doesn¡¯t matter that it¡¯s not your fault. It doesn¡¯t matter that you¡¯re not a sinner. You have already caused enormous damage to the imperial family by your very existence.¡± ¡°I plan to go to the frontline again. It seems that permission from the superiors will be given only this fall, but if Your Majesty gives an order to the Admiralty, I will go out immediately tomorrow.¡± ¡°Do you think this matter can be rectified with just that?¡± The emperor¡¯s narrowed eyes began to glow coldly. *** As the outskirts of the city got closer, the carriage became less and less crowded. More than half of the seats were empty, but Odette was still standing, leaning against the pillar by the door. The lights of the city that illuminated the deep night passed over her vacant eyes. Bastian Klauswitz was absent. It seemed that he was still with his lover. However, Odette, unable to leave, begged for at least an answer to the question of whether her father had ever visited this mansion, and the good-natured old butler accepted her request. Her father did not go there today. Odette was barely relieved by the news. But he had once met Bastian without a prior appointment. The moment she heard the unexpected news, her heart sank. Odette was relieved that she hadn¡¯t met the man. If she had met Bastian face to face, she would have been too ashamed to bear it. She left a message, so she would hear from him soon. No, it was fine if she was ignored forever. She rather hoped that would be the case. Holding back the tears in her heated eyes, Odette got off at the last stop. She checked the hem of her skirt, which she had already arranged several times, and touched her hair. She knew that wouldn¡¯t loosen the wrinkles in her heart, but she felt like she could bear the weight of this life only if she had to shake the idiotic expectations. She felt like she could finally understand why the man spoke of her father today. It was only natural, since she had already experienced her father¡¯s violent behavior. But why did he entrust so many things with the next promise? The question that was difficult to find an answer to made Odette even more miserable. She wished she had told him honestly. She didn¡¯t want to continue the play anymore. She never wanted to see him again. ¡°Ugh. I¡¯m so sick of it, it¡¯s starting again!¡± Feeling empty all over, she walked down the night street and opened the door of the townhouse, only to hear an irritated shout. It was the building manager¡¯s wife. ¡°Go upstairs and do something. I can¡¯t live with the noise.¡± ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± ¡°What? They are fighting in that house again.¡± Mrs. Palmer began to express her accumulated complaints with her eyes wide open, but Odette could hear nothing more. She knew she had to dash up the stairs to stop her father and Tira. To clean up the mess. It was a familiar thing that had been repeated countless times already, but she couldn¡¯t move her feet. She felt the urge to turn around and run out into the night streets again. Forgetting her father and Tira, forgetting her status like a leash that suffocated her, going far far away. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, ma¡¯am. Please understand one more time.¡± In the end, Odette, unable to turn around, bowed her head in place of her father and Tira. Mrs. Palmer, who had rained her with ferocious complaints, walked away unhappily, her footsteps expressing her displeasure. Odette sighed and hurriedly started running up the stairs. ¡°You can¡¯t do that!¡± As she reached the final landing, she heard Tira¡¯s scream that took her breath away. And soon after, her father jumped out through the open front door. Tira was clinging to his arm. ¡°Can¡¯t you let go!¡± ¡°Give me my money! Give me! It¡¯s mine!¡± The fight between the two over the box containing emergency money was getting more and more violent. ¡°Father!¡± Tira shouted and pushed her father as hard as she could as he was about to raise his hand. Struggling to keep his balance, her father let out an ear-piercing scream as he fell down the stairs. It happened in an instant. Rushing to her father who was lying in a grotesquely distorted shape, Odette collapsed on the spot, unable to even scream. The dark red blood that crawled across the floorboards, wriggling like a living creature, soaked the hem of Odette¡¯s skirt. The trembling Tira let out a fierce cry, shaking the old building. CH 27 ¡°If I wanted to, you might not leave this palace alive tonight. It¡¯s not that difficult to find the body of a hero who turned out to be no different from a trash in an alley of a brothel tomorrow morning at dawn. Of course, it¡¯s unfair and cruel, but what can I do? Power is what it is.¡± After breaking the long silence, the Emperor shrugged and smiled. As if he didn¡¯t just threaten the man¡¯s life as though it was a light joke, but Bastian understood. The quiet life that now caught the emperor¡¯s eyes was by no means a lie. ¡°Perhaps I could show mercy by honoring your achievements so far. I don¡¯t think it would be a bad idea to compromise to the extent of crushing that smooth face of yours that is making fun of the imperial family and society. What do you think?¡± The emperor looked at Bastian¡¯s face with the look of a surgeon preparing for an operation. ¡°I suppose if you don¡¯t like the idea, I¡¯ll give the last option for the hero¡­¡± The emperor turned around and opened the window. The wind that passed through the garden facing the Prater River was thick with the scent of roses and moisture. Bastian patiently waited for the words that would lead to humility. This was the Emperor¡¯s true order. It was to be the one word that would determine his future. ¡°Let¡¯s get married right away.¡± The emperor ordered, gently opening his eyes. Bastian¡¯s eyes, which had always been bold, shook for the first time. ¡°I want Odette to be your wife, but if you can¡¯t marry the daughter of Duke Dissen, choose one of the brides from your inventory. Even if you were to run away with Count Lenard¡¯s wife (Sandrine), I¡¯ll understand.¡± The emperor waved his hand as if he was okay even with that. ¡°Whoever the bride, you just need to get married before the summer festival starts. For 2 years. To make sure Isabelle will stay married to Belov until she gives birth to her first child. I won¡¯t get involved in anything else after that. It¡¯s best to have a happy family, but if that¡¯s not the case, you can divorce.¡± ¡°But Your Majesty, the day you spoke of is less than two months away.¡± ¡°Of course, time will be tight, but wouldn¡¯t it be easier than dying or having your face hacked up?¡± Leaving Bastian in a distant mood at the window, the emperor turned around with light steps as if nothing had happened. ¡°Marry now and show the world the most perfect couple. So that if the Crown Prince of Belov finds out about the affair between you and Isabelle, he will not feel threatened, and will laugh at it as nothing more than a fuss. If you do this, I will compensate you well enough.¡± Reclining deep in the sofa, the Emperor now wore the face of a competent negotiator. ¡°Why do you look like that? Didn¡¯t you say with your own mouth that you would follow my commands? Do you dare to deceive the emperor?¡± ¡°No, Your Majesty. But this¡­¡± ¡°As promised, after marrying for two years, I will give you what you want. If you ask for a title, I¡¯ll give it to you, and if there are other interests you desire, I¡¯ll give them to you. Whatever is within the lines that do not harm the laws and order of the Empire is fine. I swear that this is a promise in the name and honor of the emperor.¡± The wind picked up the scent of roses. Bastian stood with his back to the wind and looked at the emperor. ¡°This is my order. Now let¡¯s show who Bastian Klauswitz is.¡± *** A light dawn broke as Bastian left the emperor¡¯s private residence. He stood still for a moment, looking at the still blue dawn sky. He felt like he was having a strange dream. When he opened his eyes, he could see a familiar bed and ceiling, and it seemed that today, not so different from yesterday, would begin. But even at the moment of such fleeting thoughts, Bastian knew. That today would never be the same as yesterday. Clenching his teeth, he spat out a snide remark and walked along the road leading to the back gate of the imperial palace with wider strides. The scent of roses mixed with the mist of dawn rising from the Prater River was as thick as his role. ¡°Master! Are you all right?¡± When he came out of the back door, Hans, an attendant who had been hanging around the car parked next to the fence, came running. Bastian swept his disheveled hair and took the lead, smiling without much ado. Hurrying after him, Hans opened the back seat door. Taking off his jacket, Bastian leaned deep into the back seat and closed his eyes. As his forgotten exhaustion came back, he let out a bitter laugh. ¡°It¡¯s nothing, don¡¯t worry. Let¡¯s go.¡± Tossing the tie over his jacket, Bastian gave an order in a weary voice. Soon after, the engine started, and the car began to move. Bastian woke up just as the car happened to pass in front of the Reinfeld Hotel. On a Wednesday when the flowers bloomed, it was the place where he met the gift given by the emperor. That woman would be the most suitable. Bastian slowly wiped his face, thinking of the answer for this dilemma, which was no different from the one the emperor had decided. The emperor¡¯s anger was justified. So was his order. Apart from feeling unjust, Bastian understood and respected the emperor¡¯s decision as ruler of the empire. If he could get the interest he wanted in return for mortgaging two years of his life, it was a deal that would not be lost on him. Although there were problems with the LaViere family involved, that much time was needed anyway for Sandrine¡¯s divorce proceedings to be over and for a suitable time for her to remarry. At present, the most reasonable way to proceed with the marriage with Odette was to use the intermission to make a large profit, and then to proceed with the marriage with Sandrine with a fair share of each other¡¯s divorce experience. The problem was Odette. All in all, the fact that she was the best choice made Bastian hesitate. Picking up a woman the world had abandoned was something he didn¡¯t like. It seemed that it would be better to choose the next best thing than to dwell on this discomfort for two years. Fathers who were ready to trade their daughters for money were all over society. It was clear that whoever he chose could not be worse than Duke Dissen. While Bastian was contemplating the number of possible cases, the car pulled into a street in sight of the townhouse. The morning was just dawning, but the wind blowing through the open car window was not so cold. The weather was a reminder of the summer in Berg that would soon be upon them. *** ¡°Are you all right?¡± Anxiously pacing in front of the mansion, Lovis also greeted Bastian with the same question. He looked as if he hadn¡¯t slept a wink. ¡°I will contact Admiral Demel on your behalf, so take the day off today¡­¡± ¡°No. That won¡¯t be necessary.¡± Bastian calmly shook his head and entered the foyer. ¡°I¡¯m going to rest my eyes for a while. Have some hot coffee ready in an hour or so. Skip breakfast. That will be enough.¡± Calming the restless old butler, Bastian crossed the hall with wide strides. It was just after stepping on the first step of the stairs that Lovis delivered the unexpected news. ¡°Oh. We had a visitor last night.¡± ¡°A visitor?¡± Bastian asked slowly, turning his body halfway. Lovis hurriedly approached and handed over a visiting card and a note from the inside pocket of his uniform. Odette Theresia Marie-Laurie Charlotte von Dissen. Bastian¡¯s brow furrowed slightly at the sight of the lengthy name. ¡°I responded as the master ordered.¡± Be thoroughly silent about tonight¡¯s affairs. Bastian finally remembered the instructions he had given him before entering the palace. ¡°She said she had a personal question, so I answered it.¡± ¡°What was it?¡± Bastian asked, unfolding the note under the visiting card. ¡°She asked if Duke Dissen had visited our residence yesterday, and I told her he visited uninvited once recently, but not yesterday.¡± ¡°I see.¡± Bastian let out a short sigh mixed with laughter. {I heard belatedly that my father had committed great disrespect to Captain Klauswitz. I sincerely apologize. You will never again be in trouble with my father. I¡¯m truly sorry.} Some of the lines were crooked, as if they were written in haste, but Odette¡¯s handwriting was as neat as her character. ¡°If I have made any mistakes¡­¡± ¡°No. Rest, Lovis.¡± Shaking his head lightly, Bastian strode up the stairs toward the bedroom. Throwing the visit card and note of the uninvited guest on the table, Bastian headed to the bathroom first. When he came out of the shower, the whole bedroom was bathed in bright sunlight. He adjusted his loose gown and opened the cigar box on the table. With the arrival of the summer solstice, the longest day of the year, festivals to celebrate summer began throughout Berg. On the day set by the emperor, he would get married. That was a confirmed fact. Bastian cut off the tip of his cigar, accepting the inevitable. And two years later, that marriage would end. It was the same. Mrs. Klauswitz, who would fill the void in between, stayed quietly like the plants in that garden, and when the time came, she would disappear with a large sum of money. It was that simple. Bastian was well aware that there were many women willing to volunteer for the conditions and pay. Just Odette. Returning to the starting point, the unwelcome face scratched his nerves like a sharp blade. Even including today, the remaining period was only a month and a half. There was no room for worry. In order to hold a wedding ceremony with a minimal formality, a bride had to be decided within three days at the latest. With a lit cigar in his mouth, Bastian picked up Odette¡¯s note again. He didn¡¯t quite understand what the hell was the point of making such an apology by randomly visiting him. Duke Dissen was a man who would live and die that way for the rest of his life, and that was beyond the woman¡¯s jurisdiction. In that case, it would have been better to shamelessly turn away. Much better than leaving promises she couldn¡¯t keep. Erasing the memories of the father and daughter like a dirty stain, Bastian brought the cigar between his fingers back to his lips. He inhaled deeply until his cheeks flushed, and the smoke he exhaled scattered white like a thought. *** Lady Odette. It was towards the end of lunch when he remembered the woman¡¯s name, the worst and the best. ¡°I have an urgent letter for you, Captain.¡± Bastian, who had been taking a short nap on a bunk in the break room, was awakened by the call of a duty officer who had come on an errand. It was a letter from Lovis. It seemed to be a reply to his instructions to bring Lady Odette to the mansion. After the officer saluted politely and retreated, Bastian opened the letter he took out of the roughly torn envelope. The prediction that it would be about delivering the appointment time was completely wrong. The note Lovis had written with great effort contained news as sudden and startling as an order from the emperor. {Lady Odette is in a situation where she can¡¯t accept the invitation (*to come to the mansion to talk about the wedding). I have found out that Duke Dissen had a fall down the stairs last night and suffered serious injuries, including a cracked head and a broken spine. He is currently unconscious and taken to Lutz Municipal Hospital for treatment. Even if he¡¯s lucky enough to wake up, the prevailing negative outlook is that he will have to live the rest of his life as a paraplegic.} After reading the note carefully once again, Bastian crumpled it into the pocket of his uniform and lay down on the bed again and closed his eyes. It had been a long, trying day indeed. CH 28 I wish he hadn¡¯t woken up. Swallowing her inexpressible sincerity, the Countess of Trier, let out a deep sigh. Beyond the closed door of the hospital room, cries close to screaming had already been heard for several minutes. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Countess. My father is very agitated. I think it¡¯s going to be difficult to visit him right now.¡± Odette examined the situation and apologized for the inconvenience. Unlike her appearance as if she would collapse at any moment, her expression and voice were rational and calm. ¡°There is no need for that. I heard that he will never be able to walk again, so that¡¯s okay.¡± The Countess of Trier touched Odette¡¯s shoulder comfortingly as if to say she understood. Meanwhile, the screaming that roared through the corridors of the hospital stopped. The doctors seemed to have taken appropriate action. Duke Dissen had finally woken up after being unconscious for several days. The Countess knew she shouldn¡¯t wish for a person¡¯s demise, but the thought of Odette¡¯s future made her heart ache inexplicably. She might have to take care of her crippled father for the rest of her life. Needless to say that her only hope of marrying Bastian Klauswitz was also in vain. What kind of crazy man in this world would want to marry a woman who was burdened with endless misery? ¡°I¡¯ll tell the imperial family, so don¡¯t worry about the hospital bill. If the emperor doesn¡¯t step forward, I¡¯ll make sure the country helps¡­¡± ¡°Thank you, Countess. I¡¯m ashamed to ask¡­but please.¡± Odette blinked for a moment and bowed her head. ¡°Please ask His Majesty for his understanding of the marriage proposal on my behalf. And please, the pension¡­.¡± ¡°My dear, Odette.¡± The Countess of Trier¡¯s eyes watered as she looked at Odette, who inevitably could not continue to speak and only her lips quivered. Even in such despair, the Princess¡¯s daughter must worry about the tiny pension. Remembering how she (Countess) had used that very pension as a weapon to seek her agreement to the marriage proposal, she (Countess) felt as if she was choking. Unable to find appropriate words of comfort, the Countess just simply stroked Odette¡¯s cheek. It was then that another commotion occurred. ¡°Sister!¡± A thin girl ran down the hospital corridor, crying out of her breath. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Countess. Could you please wait a moment?¡± Odette let go of the hem of her skirt that she had twisted in her hands and excused herself. It seemed that her ugly father wasn¡¯t the only burden on this child¡¯s thin shoulders. Her breath choked in her throat, but the Countess of Trier gave her a nod. ¡°Yes. Don¡¯t worry and go.¡± *** ¡°Am I going to prison now, sister? Huh?¡± After crying for a long time, Tira finally spoke up. Odette hurriedly looked around and dragged the child to a corner in the backyard of the hospital. ¡°Father doesn¡¯t remember it.¡± Pushing Tira under the thick shade of the larch, Odette lowered her voice to a whisper. ¡°I think his memory is fuzzy because he was drunk. He believed he tripped and fell. If he believes that, then that¡¯s the truth.¡± Odette¡¯s voice was resolute. ¡°Oh, sister¡­¡± ¡°So forget about it. It was an unfortunate accident that couldn¡¯t be helped.¡± ¡°But surely, I¡­ I pushed father with my own hands.¡± ¡°Shut up, Tira.¡± ¡°I¡¯m so scared. Even if father doesn¡¯t remember, what if someone who lives in the building saw it?¡± Seized with extreme anxiety and fear, Tira began to tremble as if she had chills. ¡°Yes. It must have been. How much the manager¡¯s wife hates me. She could have been watching me that day. She saw it! I think she was hiding behind sister, behind the stair railing.¡± ¡°Tira, please.¡± ¡°I¡¯m going to the police station now. If I turn myself in, the punishment will be decreased. I¡¯m scared to death at this rate. I¡¯m going to hell, sister, I¡¯ll tell father¡­.¡± Smack! A harsh slap to the cheek interrupted Tira¡¯s uncontrollable antics. ¡°Get a hold of yourself.¡± Odette sternly scolded and grabbed Tira¡¯s shoulders firmly. Terrified, Tira raised her head, swallowing her cries. ¡°Listen carefully, Tira. What you did was a legitimate self defense. No matter what anyone says, that fact doesn¡¯t change.¡± ¡°Sister¡­¡­¡± ¡°I don¡¯t believe in God, but even if there was a God, he wouldn¡¯t send you to Hell for this. But if someone has to go to Hell, I¡¯ll go. Do you understand?¡± Looking around once more, Odette looked straight at Tira. ¡°I don¡¯t want you to be unhappy because of something that is already irreversible.¡± Unlike the harsh hand that had struck her, Odette wiped away Tira¡¯s tears gently. ¡°Keep it a secret. Do it for me, please.¡± ¡°Yes¡­.¡± A thin moan-like answer escaped Tira¡¯s lips. ¡°Sorry. I¡¯m so sorry, sister.¡± With a face contorted in pain, Tira hugged Odette tightly. Odette closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around the child¡¯s trembling body. Tira¡¯s violent crying finally subsided after her tears soaked Odette¡¯s blouse. The rustle of the leaves infiltrated the calm that came after the tumult. Odette held her sister for a long time after that. She was actually nervous and scared just like Tira, but she couldn¡¯t bear to express it. Love was a responsibility. And faith sustained her weary heart. Odette loved Tira. Therefore she had to take responsibility for this child. Regaining her strong will, Odette wiped Tira¡¯s messy face with her sleeve. She straightened her disheveled hair and fixed the shape of her crooked collar. ¡°Let¡¯s go back now.¡± Odette took Tira¡¯s hand and left the backyard. By the time they reached the second floor of the hospital corridor where their father¡¯s room was located, even the small sniffles had stopped. ¡°Did the talk go well?¡± The Countess of Trier, who was sitting on a chair in the hallway, approached the two sisters. ¡°If you say sorry one more time, I will get angry.¡± The old lady with a stern expression stopped Odette from apologizing. ¡°The doctor said it would take three or four more hours for your father to wake up from sedation. In the meantime, I¡¯ll assign someone to guard his sickbed, so come with me. It looks like you¡¯ve been up all night for days, go get some rest. Only then will you be able to hold out.¡± ¡°No, Countess. I¡¯m fine.¡± ¡°You look anything but fine.¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t mind¡­ could you please take Tira instead of me?¡± After thinking for a moment, Odette made a cautious request. Only then did the Countess of Trier take notice of the scruffy girl hiding behind her sister¡¯s back. Odette¡¯s half-sister, who was watching her with a timid face, bowed her head while greeting her in a crawling voice. She looked like a mess, but at least she didn¡¯t look like a spoiled child. ¡°I think it will be difficult to leave Tira here because she is in a state of shock. And there is no one at home to take care of this child..¡­ .¡± ¡°OK. Let¡¯s do that. I will take the child with me.¡± The Countess of Trier hastily agreed. Odette treated her half-sister, who was only four or five years younger than her like her own child. Odette¡¯s past life reflected in her appearance weakened the heart of the strict old lady. ¡°Instead, you should come to my house and rest tonight. Don¡¯t be foolish and stubborn. At times like this, a true lady should stop pretending to win.¡± ¡°Yes. I will.¡± Odette smiled with a pale face and nodded her head. ¡°¡­.Thank you, Countess.¡± Hesitant, Odette expressed her gratitude. Countess Trier¡¯s wrinkled lips drew a soft arc as she stared blankly at her. The abandoned daughter of the princess was much more like a princess than her own mother. The fact made her feel infinitely sad. *** It was a sunny spring afternoon. Odette sat on a green bench with chipped paint in places and looked at the flower beds in the backyard of the hospital. The colorful flowers swaying in the soft breeze looked like dancers in beautiful dresses. The day was warm, and the scent of roses and honeysuckle wafting into the air was sweet. The time when everything turned golden. The only alienated entity in this beautiful spring festival was Odette. This world had no interest in mere mortals. Odette was well aware of this fact. Just as time flies and flowers bloom and fall along with the changing seasons, sometimes it¡¯s sunny, and sometimes it rains. There was no room for an individual¡¯s joy or sorrow anywhere in that ruthless and solid order. It was just that. Even if it had rained today, Odette¡¯s mood would not have been different. Only the cause of it had changed from a sense of alienation to a sense of sameness. She would have been equally miserable and depressed. I know. I know all too well. But even so, there were moments when she felt inevitably weak. Now was such a time. And it seemed like it could be as ugly and shabby as it was today. Odette gazed at the too beautiful and heartbreaking landscape with a face like a lost child. Her braided hair was half undone, but it didn¡¯t matter. She didn¡¯t bother with her crumpled clothes and dusty shoes either. Even her mother, who was morbidly obsessed with dignity, could not have blamed the current Odette. Tira went to the Countess of Trier¡¯s house while her rampaging father was sleeping off the forced administering sedatives. Thanks to that, there was peace, but it was only a temporary respite. A fierce wave would soon swallow Odette. It was around the time when she wished to become a flimsy bubble, easily burst and disappear when the sound of footsteps began to be heard from the other side of the promenade. The movement, which was getting closer, stopped at the edge of the bench where Odette was sitting. The first thing that caught her eyes as she was with her head down was a long shadow cast over her feet. The dazzling light on the white shoes pierced her eyes. It was an familiar sensation. Odette raised her gaze, seized by a sense of foreboding. As her gaze climbed up the long legs wrapped in pants the same color as the shoes, a white jacket came into view. From then on, a more brilliant feast of light followed. A golden belt, splendid medals and insignia. Shoulder straps and epaulettes made of gold thread. As soon as she recognized the decorations that symbolized soldiers¡¯ honor, Odette¡¯s gaze reached its destination. It was Bastian Klauswitz. He looked down at the stunned Odette and slowly took off his hat. Seen in the bright sunlight, his eyes were a much clearer, more vivid blue than Odette had remembered. ¡°I heard about the accident. I¡¯m sorry about the duke¡¯s misfortune.¡± Bastian¡¯s first words brought a sense of reality to the otherwise unbelievable situation. Odette raised her slumped body and faced him. She first gave him a silent bow and Bastian then bowed his head in response. ¡°Please give me a moment of your time, Lady Odette. I have something to talk to you.¡± Bastian brought up his main point without delay. Though it sounded more like a command than a request. CH 29 ¡°This is a contract that summarizes the matters I have mentioned. Please review it.¡± Bastian concluded his preamble by handing over the folder. He was able to explain the current situation without too much difficulty, as he was the one who shared the troubles of shielding the troublesome princess. The emperor ordered the marriage, so a wife of two years was needed. Compensation will be adequate. I think you are the right person. If you agree, the wedding will take place at the end of next month. After all, the essence was that simple. The woman would have understood easily, since she wasn¡¯t stupid. If only she had the spirit to do so. ¡°I can explain again if necessary.¡± Bastian¡¯s restrained voice broke the wall of silence between them. After staring blankly at the file folder for a while, Odette finally raised her head. She was wasting his time and it wasn¡¯t pleasing, but Bastian did not rush. Given the situation the woman was in, it would be difficult to expect her to act intelligently or be dignified. ¡°So now¡­ Are you proposing to me?¡± After blinking her dazed eyes for a while to process the situation, Odette finally spoke. ¡°More or less. But in this case, I think the word ¡®contract¡¯ would be more appropriate. In a manner of speaking, I am offering you a well-paying job.¡± ¡°I see. You are suddenly visiting the hospital where my father is sick and offering me a job. Is this a new kind of philanthropy? That¡¯s really kind of you, captain.¡± A dry, sarcastic laugh flowed from Odette¡¯s lips. The reason she hadn¡¯t walked away and left this madman alone was purely because she didn¡¯t have the confidence to walk properly. When the feeling of daze, as if wandering in a dream, disappeared, she finally saw the man standing in front of her properly. Bastian Klauswitz was now talking about buying a bride with his money. A fake wife who would be no better than a scarecrow to be used and thrown away for a deal with the emperor of two years. Unable to bear the dizziness any longer, Odette staggered back to the bench. While she sat down and caught her breath, Bastian approached. And again, with a much more assertive manner, he presented the documents. ¡°I understand that it is a very emotional situation for you, but it would be beneficial for you to try to judge it with an open mind.¡± ¡°Are you saying you¡¯re doing me a favor?¡± ¡°I¡¯m glad to see you still have a minimum level of clear judgment.¡± Bastian bent down and placed the contract on Odette¡¯s lap. ¡°The wedding will take place on the date set by the Emperor. I have selected a few suitable candidates for it, and if possible, I will decide on a bride within today. I came here first because Lady Odette is the number one preferable choice, but that doesn¡¯t mean there aren¡¯t alternatives.¡± Bastian continued his businesslike explanation with an emotionless face. Staring at the man¡¯s blue eyes that did not hesitate or waver even for a moment, Odette lost even the will to get angry. ¡°The reason I put you first is that you have the best appearance and pedigree. That known fact that we are in a relationship will make it easier and serve a great advantage to have a rush wedding. Of course, it was true that I had the biggest uncertainty, but now that problem has been solved.¡± ¡°If you¡¯re uncertain¡­.¡± ¡°If it hadn¡¯t been for your father¡¯s accident, it would have been difficult to put Lady Odette first. It¡¯s not unreasonable to say that breaking his back was the only decent thing Duke Dissen did for his daughter.¡± Even with Odette in contemplation in his eyes, Bastian did not hesitate to tell the truth. She was definitely the best woman to play the role of a trophy wife, but he wasn¡¯t willing to take the risk of having a father in-law who was likely to cause troubles. That fact was true. If Duke Disen hadn¡¯t been in a position where he had to live quietly in bed for the rest of his life, he (Bastian) wouldn¡¯t have visited this place to make a deal. ¡°If you have fantasies about a marriage bound by love, you may refuse. But if that¡¯s not the case, this marriage would not be a bad deal for Lady Odette in my opinion.¡± Bastian briefly raised his left hand to check his watch. More than half of the time that was supposed to be devoted to the first priority had already passed. ¡°You will have to take care of your father in your home once he is discharged from the hospital, and considering the financial situation of your family, you can¡¯t afford nurses or servants, the job will be entirely yours. Moreover it¡¯s not like your relationship with your father is great enough that you would be willing to sacrifice the rest of your life to care for your crippled father while moving from one house to another¡­Am I wrong?¡± Starting to get bored with this meaningless confrontation, Bastian made Odette¡¯s reality known in the simplest and clearest way possible. Odette¡¯s knuckles turned white from gripping the document on her lap. Bastian watched the woman tremble in the shadow, slightly wrinkled between his brows. She looked like a fragile glass doll, swaying precariously on the edge of a shelf. As if she would crash to the floor at any moment and shatter in pieces. That would be the only future left for Odette if she refused this deal. Odette raised her red eyes and looked at Bastian. Unshed tears glistened her eyes, but she didn¡¯t cry. They were the same eyes of the girl of the night she was sold for a gambling debt. Bastian waited patiently, sending a look of respectful indifference. It was only a few minutes later before Odette¡¯s bloodless hands opened the documents. *** Strictly speaking, this contract was not a marriage. That was the conclusion that Odette came to after carefully reading the documents. Except for having to live in the same house after the wedding, there was not much difference from now. At public events, they had to present themselves as a perfect couple, but other than that, they simply had to live as strangers. It was a relationship in which all life shared by normal couples, including sleeping together, was thoroughly excluded. Spending two years that way would alter their lives. As she closed the last page of the contract, she finally understood Bastian¡¯s attitude of generosity. Odette looked at the man beside her with confused eyes different from before. Bastian sat with his legs crossed, staring at the other side of the rose garden. His pure white uniform was now dyed reddish in the late afternoon spring sun. Odette suddenly became afraid of Bastian Klauswitz. Unlike their first meeting, she was now seized with fear of being hurt by a strange man, it felt like a cold fog was spreading through her veins. This was a man who, if need be, used even his own life as a means of bargain. He held nothing back for his purposes, and therefore he was beyond predictability and control. It was an aspect that made her think that the reason why the high society was excessively reluctant and wary of Bastian Klauswitz was not just because of his bloodline. The order that governed the world was like a solid trunk that left numerous variables in its wake worthwhile. As such, most people struggle to become a surviving branch. Willing to accept being trimmed according to the needs of the tree. But what could be said? Bastian Klauswitz didn¡¯t seem to want to be part of that tree in the first place. He was a tough vine that sprouted from among the remains of cut twigs and wrapped itself around the tree trunk. Such a vine would one day kill the tree. This was the reason why gardeners were terrified of plants with such vigorous and tenacious vitality. ¡°Is the deal with His Majesty great enough to cost such a large sum?¡± Odette¡¯s quiet question seeped into the sweet air. Slowly turning his head, Bastian expressed his affirmation with an emotionless smile. ¡°After the two-year contract is over, the real bride to marry the Captain will probably be Countess Lenart.¡± As her consciousness became clearer, Odette¡¯s voice became clearer as well. As expected, Bastian gave the most honest answer this time as well. ¡°That¡¯s right. By that time, she too would have sorted out her first marriage.¡± ¡°Is the relationship between the captain and Countess Lenart valid while this marriage lasts? I mean¡­¡± ¡°I will give priority to my wife¡¯s rights in all occasions where we present ourselves as husband and wife. But in my private life, Sandrine de LaViere is far more important to me, and that will not change.¡± Bastian succinctly summarized the matter. The status of his wife and the mistress seemed to have reversed, but Odette calmly agreed. It was ludicrous to apply the standard of common sense to a marriage where everything was a lie anyway. Odette again lowered her gaze to the contract in her hand. As long as she signed it, her father could spend the rest of his life in a well-equipped convalescent hospital. Also, Tira would go to a prestigious boarding school and receive a good education. It was like taking off the bind that had bound Odette all her life. Plus there was even enough money to start a new life. It was foolish to miss this opportunity. But¡­ All she could do was touch the fountain pen in the file folder, but Odette couldn¡¯t make a decision easily. She was not driven by notions like morality and honor. Rather, fear in a more visceral realm made Odette hesitate. ¡°Just one day¡­ I need time to think¡­¡± ¡°As I said, I don¡¯t have much time.¡± Bastian stood up from the bench after cutting off the difficult request. ¡°Are you refusing?¡± (Bastian) Bastian asked, checking his watch. He looked so cold as though he would turn right away and go in search of the next candidate if Odette did as little as nod. ¡°Then I will¡­.¡± ¡°No!¡± Odette gave an impulsive answer and shook her head. Batian, who had approached to retrieve the contract, took a step back as if to say he would grant a temporary suspension. Odette gripped the fountain pen in her trembling hand. It may not be the right choice. But tomorrow, which had yet to come, could not be more fearful than today, which was full of despair. No matter how the next two years played out, it would be better than the reality she should have to face after missing this opportunity. That was enough, she thought. At least it would be a better ending than disappearing into nothingness. Odette exhaled as she straightened her grip on the fountain pen. The ink on the tip of the nib bled and fell over the signature line of the contract, creating a stain. Uncertain, Odette raised her head and examined Bastian¡¯s expression. The face of the man standing with his back to the sunlight was just as emotionless as the first time. The trembling that started in her fingertips spread all over her body. The fatigue accumulated over the past three days, unable to eat or sleep, overwhelmed Odette in an instant. Barely conscious of him, Odette put all her strength into writing her name next to his. As she struck the final stroke, her grip loosened and the missed pen tumbled to the floor. Bastian picked it up instead and immediately retrieved the contract. After examining the signature line once again, he announced the conclusion of the contract by covering the folder. At that moment, a weeping sigh broke out. Odette slumped over as if she was about to collapse, breathing heavily. ¡°Can you walk?¡± Bastian¡¯s question rang in her deaf ears. Unable to voice it, Odette just gave a small nod of her head. It was almost at the same time that she felt herself floating in the air. When she opened her eyes in surprise, Odette was already in the man¡¯s arms. After casting a quick glance at Odette, Bastian began striding towards the hospital. Not knowing what to do, Odette buried her face in the man¡¯s shoulder. Her body was exhausted as though it was going to break. It seemed unlikely that she would be able to push this large, solid man away in such a state. ¡°You look weak. We will go to Dr. Kramer¡¯s office.¡± Bastian¡¯s calm voice came into Odette¡¯s fading consciousness. ¡°But the doctor treats special patients¡­¡­ .¡± ¡°You¡¯re Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s fianc¨¦e.¡± Bastian cut off Odette¡¯s objection without hesitation, resuming his paused steps. Odette slowly closed her eyes in the unfamiliar body temperature and the clean scent of sunlight. The marriage contract took effect immediately. There seemed to be no turning back. CH 30 ¡°Never in my life have I prepared for a wedding in such a hurry.¡± The Countess of Trier laughed out, shaking her head. She had gone to a jeweler to find a gift and was now on her way to check on the finished wedding dress. After that she had to meet with Mrs. Gross, who was in charge of wedding preparations on the groom¡¯s side, to discuss some of the details of the wedding coming up this weekend. Every day for the past month had been a series of these war-like days. ¡°Thank you, Countess.¡± A smile broke out between the sound of running carriage wheels and horseshoes. The Countess of Trier looked at the seat across from her with amazement. Odette, in a lavender muslin dress, smiled as clear as an early summer afternoon. The sparkle of her trinkets, lavishly adorned with diamonds and pearls, brightened her complexion and made her look glamorous. In just one month, Odette had become a completely different person. ¡°You don¡¯t need to thank me. In fact, I should be thanking you since I am enjoying the pleasure of spending money like water.¡± Countess Trier appreciated the work of art created by Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s money and her vision with pleasing eyes. He personally visited the Countess¡¯s residence to give her the news of his proposal. It was the evening of the day he went to visit Duke Dissen at the hospital. The fact that he suddenly made such a decision was surprising, but the date of the wedding, which he took the liberty of finalizing and reporting, was truly astonishing. It was entirely due to God¡¯s blessing that her senile heart did not stop despite the series of shocks. Make her the most glamorous and beautiful. Bastian left one request, asking her to take care of the wedding arrangements for the bride. He said the cost was limitless and to prove his words, he provided the money like a fountain that never dried up. ¡°The day I first met you, I somehow had a feeling that I might be able to make this marriage happen. And see how it turns out.¡± Countess Trier wrapped her hand around Odette¡¯s with a bright smile. The engagement ring was adorned with jewels so large and ornate that her slender finger looked too thin to handle. It was an extravagance unworthy of an engagement lasting a little over a month at most, but there was no reason to refuse to give it to her. ¡°It seems that your fianc¨¦ is much wealthier than the world thinks. The emperor¡¯s selfishness to protect his daughter unintentionally protected his sister¡¯s daughter as well.¡± Releasing her hand, the Countess unfolded her fan. Odette still smiled enigmatically. It was a beautiful, quiet, graceful figure. As it deserved, Countess Trier was again convinced of Bastian¡¯s unprecedented choice, as the marriage proposal fizzled out and he proposed at the appropriate point. It had already been nearly seven years since that antiquarian left the world. During those years, the legacy he left behind had been quietly sinking beneath the surface. For a while, there was a lot of speculation, but the flames were quickly extinguished when the heir, the grandson, fell silent. Rather than being a big deal as rumored, the hidden financier who dominated the era amidst disappointment was forgotten. Meanwhile, Bastian Klauswitz graduated from the military academy as planned and was commissioned as an officer. And he has lived strictly as a soldier. Although he gave the implication that it was enough to enjoy a wealthy life, he made no move to reveal the size of his fortune. At least until this marriage was decided. Bastian was moving as if he had been waiting for just the right moment. Odette was probably chosen as the trophy to advertise that new leap. If so, he made a very good choice. ¡°Come to think of it, you haven¡¯t seen the wedding hall yet. I think we have a little time tomorrow. Would you like to go with me?¡± Countess Trier asked the question in a slightly jovial voice. The wedding venue was going to cause all sorts of upheaval. Her mouth was itchy to reveal it but she held her tongue so she wouldn¡¯t miss out the fun of watching the faces that would turn upside down that day. ¡°No. I¡¯m sure I¡¯ll see it in a few days. I¡¯m sure I¡¯ll see you in a few days. You¡¯ve worked hard, so please rest comfortably tomorrow.¡± Odette¡¯s face was as calm as ever as she politely declined. She reacted as if she were a spectator at someone else¡¯s wedding. Come to think of it, she had been like that the whole time she was preparing to get married. She smiled and obeyed everything so calmly, a serenity that would have suited an old woman in her twilight years. She was not at all like a new bride about to be married, but Countess Trier pretended not to know and decided to keep it quiet. It would be difficult to just rejoice because of her father¡¯s accident. A father was worse than none, but he was her flesh and blood nonetheless. It was no wonder she seemed to have a lot of thoughts. Bastian Klauswitz solved the Dissen¡¯s tragedy by the most efficient means: money. Duke Dissen was taken to a convalescent hospital with good facilities near Lutz. He was virtually imprisoned in a high-end prison because he wouldn¡¯t be able to get out of there until he died. The Duke¡¯s bastard child (Tira) was also to be sent to a prestigious girls¡¯ school in Karlsvall as soon as her sister¡¯s wedding was over. This was tantamount to a declaration that all of the Dissen family who was near Odette would be put away. Odette was inwardly sad to send her sister away, but Countess Trier had different thoughts. For it was also time for Odette to leave all the baggage that was no longer in her hands and live her life fully. In this regard, she (Countess) appreciated Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s decisiveness. Bastian did not hesitate to cross the line that was usually defended for reasons of appearance and reputation. As if he didn¡¯t care about any accusations against him. On closer inspection, his approach was not bad either. There was a very linear and poignant aspect to it. ¡°Yes. It¡¯s not a bad idea to save the good gift until the last minute.¡± The carriage stopped at a nod. The staff of Sabine dress shop had come out to the main street to wait for them. Rearranging her clothes, Odette dismounted from the carriage without delay. The hidden gem found by the antique dealer¡¯s grandson was most glamorous and beautiful today. *** Sandrine was speechless for a long time. She was so stunned that she could not even breathe properly. ¡°Uh¡­¡­ I¡¯m going for a walk in the garden for a while.¡± (Lucas) Puzzled, Lucus stood up from his seat, alternately looking at the two people. Sandrine was still staring only at Bastian at that moment. He (Lucas) was merely a shield brought in to legitimately visit the man¡¯s home the day before the wedding. Lucas was not qualified to interrupt this conversation anyway. ¡°Yes, I suppose I do. I only like the one thing about you.¡± Sandrine, her anger finally quelled, laughed, barely tugging at the corner of her lips. Bastian finally averted his gaze from the window after only looking at the servants who were diligently moving his luggage. He looked remarkably unconcerned. Bastian Klauswitz was getting married. He said Bastian came to deliver the news in person. He said that the emperor offered him a good deal in exchange for his marriage, and he decided to accept it. Even more ridiculous was the fact that her father respected Bastian¡¯s decision. To have benefits and titles in exchange for living with a fake wife for two years, and he gladly overlooks his divorce after. After a few flips on the abacus, Duke LaViere¡¯s conclusion was as simple as that. Bastian and his daughter would remarry anyway, so he thought it would not interfere with the marriage business they had agreed to. Sandrine also understood the calculation. However it was difficult to forgive Bastian for such a betrayal without consulting her. She believed that at least an apology should be made, and so she waited. Like an idiot, there was no apology and his wedding was just around the corner. ¡°So the thing is you have not apologized to me one bit.¡± ¡°I have fully asked for your father¡¯s understanding on this matter, and Duke LaViere understood.¡± Bastian repeated the same answer this time. Sandrine laughed at the incredulity as the shadow of a plaid window frame made by the midday sun after hiding behind the clouds for a while landed on her face. ¡°I forgot for a moment that you are exactly like my father, who only loves money and mines, not me.¡± ¡°If you include the mine anyway, Countess, the diamond mine owned by the LaViere family, is among the largest in the world. You can be proud of it.¡± (Bastian) Bastian joked with a face devoid of laughter. No, she wasn¡¯t even sure it was a joke. ¡°You and my father are incredible, really. You both can live your life by numbers. You will never know the pain of someone with a heart.¡± ¡°Have you said everything you wanted to say?¡± (Bastian) Bastian put down the teacup he was holding and rang the call bell. Shortly after giving the butler a few instructions, Bastian turned to Sandrine with a smooth smiling face again. ¡°I see you are very busy preparing for your move. How do you feel now that you get to enjoy your newlywed life with your beautiful wife in your newly established mansion?¡± (Sandrine) Sandrine met his gaze, smiling as if she did not want to lose. Her cold, stiff hands were trembling with anger, but fortunately she still had enough self-control to protect her last vestige of self-respect. ¡°I have nothing to say about the newlywed life, as I don¡¯t know yet. I think the Countess knows better than I do since you have once enjoyed your newly wedded life. Don¡¯t you agree?¡± (Bastian) ¡°Are you insulting me?¡± ¡°I am telling you the truth as it is. Of course, this interference from the Countess who is already married and me, who has yet to be married, is a little ludicrous. Isn¡¯t it fair since we each got married once and divorced once?¡± (Bastian) Bastian tilted his head, asking back. His brazen and arrogant gaze finally broke Sandrine¡¯s last patience. ¡°Bastian Klauswitz! You shouldn¡¯t do this to me. Who the hell do you think is at a disadvantage? Can¡¯t you even think?¡± ¡°You¡¯re Duke LaViere¡¯s daughter. The most sought after bride. But you¡¯re having this pathetic conversation with me right now. So what do you think?¡± (Bastian) ¡°I beg your pardon?¡± ¡°I needed the position and foundation that your father had, and your father wanted my money. Thanks to our mutual understanding, we have worked well together until now. If we get married, we will be able to sustain this relationship in a stable way in the future. You are the woman who can give me the most in that aspect, but does that make me at a disadvantage? I think not.¡± (Bastian) The fake smile disappeared from Bastian¡¯s face. ¡°I plan to marry you again after I finish my deal with the emperor. You have the privilege I need most, but if you don¡¯t like it, I¡¯ll rethink the next two years.¡± ¡°Bastian, I ¡­¡± ¡°This is our relationship, Countess. If you just can¡¯t accept it, you¡¯d better find another partner to remarry.¡± Bastian¡¯s expression changed as if putting on a mask he had taken off for a while, and stood up from his seat. ¡°It would be better to converse again when you¡¯re in a rational state after giving it sufficient thought.¡± (Bastian) ¡°If I have no intention of doing so, are you going to kick me out?¡± ¡°Please. I do not mean to disrespect you, the best bride yet. It¡¯s just that I don¡¯t think it would be too good to see you guarding the house where the master left.¡± (Bastian) Bastian announced the time of departure by pointing to a table clock on the fireplace in the parlor. Sandrine eventually stood up, unable to bear it any longer. ¡°Having received such great consideration, I must return the favor. I¡¯ll applaud the loudest as a wedding guest at your new home tomorrow.¡± ¡°I will only be grateful for your kindness. Since it will be a modest home wedding, it will be difficult to welcome guests who did not receive invitations.¡± Bastian politely asked for Sandrine¡¯s understanding and turned around with his jacket he had draped over the back of an empty chair. He was letting her down without actually telling her she wasn¡¯t invited in a gentlemanly way. Watching the back of her lover as he left to marry another woman, Sandrine eventually burst into tears. Despite the fact that he could not have been unaware of this fact, Bastian did not look back until the end. CH 31 The wedding ceremony was held on the longest day of the year. Odette gingerly looked out through the window with its expansive view of the sea. The road to Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s new residence, where the ceremony would take place, stretched along the strait. Odette sat near the carriage window and watched the sea. The Ardennes Sea, illuminated by the summer solstice sun, shimmered with beautiful silvery-white waves. ¡°Your mother loved that sea too.¡± A voice filled with faint regret broke the long silence. Odette looked at the middle-aged gentleman sitting across from her with slightly surprised eyes. Grand Duke Reiner. He was the emperor¡¯s cousin who had agreed to walk the bride down the aisle in place of her father. Although he accepted the job because he could not disobey the imperial orders, the Grand Duke openly expressed his feelings. They met for the first time this morning in the parlor of Countess Trier¡¯s residence and rode here in the Grand Duke¡¯s carriage. All he said to Odette was formal congratulations. ¡°In the summer she would come and spend time at our family¡¯s villa in Ardennes. She was so bright and pretty that she received great hospitality and love wherever she went. Helene was just like a sparkling jewel.¡± The Grand Duke¡¯s hardened face softened as he spoke of Helen. Odette finally realized that he was also her mother¡¯s cousin. ¡°She used to say that the Ardennes Sea was the most beautiful on earth. Of course, it¡¯s a memory from the old days, so there¡¯s no way to know how her thoughts have changed since then.¡± ¡°She would think the same as then. My mother cherished her childhood memories like her treasure.¡± Odette comforted the Grand Duke with a gentle smile. In fact, it was hard to believe that the lovely girl in his memories was her mother. The mother Odette remembered was usually a depressed, nervous figure. However, there were moments when a sliver of the brilliant past shone under the layer of the hard life, and her mother at that time definitely looked special. Odette wanted to remember her mother in that fleeting light, if possible, and hoped that those who knew her mother would do the same. ¡°The princess¡¯s daughter was sold to the grandson of an antique dealer. I really don¡¯t know what the world is about to become.¡± The Grand Duke sighed deeply, clutching his furrowed brow. The world was changing day by day. It was hard to keep up with the speed of change that was blowing like a torrent. ¡°I know the position is embarrassing. I also know that you can¡¯t refuse the emperor¡¯s orders. Nevertheless, thank you for such great help.¡± Looking at him with a straight and clear gaze like her mother¡¯s, Odette unexpectedly expressed her gratitude. ¡°Orders? If only it had been so, I would have felt a lot better than I do now.¡± The Grand Duke smiled dejectedly. Odette still looked bewildered. ¡°Poor thing. Apparently you don¡¯t know your groom very well.¡± As the Grand Duke sighed deeply, the carriage entered the villa¡¯s estate. This was a location of the northern coast called the jewel of Ardennes. ¡°Prepare to dismount.¡± The Grand Duke ended the conversation with a brief command. He had a look of concern on his face, but Odette meekly lowered her veil without further questioning. Just as the sight of the dazzlingly beautiful bride saddened his heart, Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s new mansion came into view. The shock given by the scale of the estate, which included the forest and a sandy beach, was completely forgotten by another shock that followed. Ardennes was going to be pretty noisy thanks to the Klauswitz couple. That was the only thought that came to the man¡¯s stunned, dazed mind. *** ¡°Crazy bastard.¡± Franz gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. His father and mother¡¯s reaction was no different. Bastian¡¯s leisurely smile looked even more bizarre because of it. ¡°What the hell is this¡­¡± Jeff Klauswitz gasped for breath, unable to finish his words. A beautiful mansion with a fa?ade adorned with marble columns resembled an ancient temple stood in his wide-open eyes. Eight to be exact. Even the number of pillars was the same as that of the Klauswitz family¡¯s mansion*. (Jeff and his wife¡¯s mansion) Was that all? It was actually pointless to look for similarities. Everything in this goddamn summer house was identical to the Klauswitz¡¯s residence. The layout of the building and the garden, even the shape of the flower beds and fountains, matched perfectly. Two identical mansions symmetrical with a bay curved in the shape of a crescent moon in between. It was a ridiculous sight, like a decalcomania photographed by folding a piece of paper in half. ¡°Ah, I guess I didn¡¯t tell you.¡± Bastian lightly shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal. ¡°Even though I left your house because I was lacking a lot, I always had a strong nostalgia for Ardennes in a corner of my heart. When I thought about building a new house, I naturally thought of my parents¡¯ house. I guess it¡¯s because I had such a beautiful childhood*. What do you think?¡± (*Bastian is being sarcastic because he almost died from the abuse when he was young) ¡®He was a crazy kid, but he¡¯s now insane.¡¯ Franz looked at the unbelievable sight again in disgust. It had been a long time since he had heard that the land on the other side of the coastal forested bay had been sold to an anonymous tycoon. It was a common occurrence, so he didn¡¯t think much of it. Seeing that the scale of the construction was quite large, it seemed that the owner was not a low-level man, and he thought that was enough. But he never thought that bastard was doing this right under his nose! He couldn¡¯t figure out how the heck Bastian had mobilized such an enormous fund. It was said that his maternal grandfather was a famous moneylender, but the antique dealer¡¯s family fortune had also fallen drastically in his later years. The rumors could not be false, given the years when Bastian had done everything in his power to rise in the military. Why did an heir to a legacy so great that he could do such a thing have lived such a life? ¡°Oh, Mother!¡± Theodore Klauswitz, unable to overcome the shock while pondering the unresolved question, staggered. Franz¡¯s face contorted with unbearable anger and shame as he hurriedly supported his mother. Even in the face of chaos, Bastian remained disturbingly relaxed. ¡°I want you to think of it as the heart of a son who wants to imitate his father. I hope that the image of the Klauswitz family, who live by reflecting each other like a mirror, will serve as an example for the entire empire.¡± (Bastian) Just as Bastian politely bowed his head, new guests appeared. It was the faces that shattered Franz¡¯s belief that nothing could be more terrible than this. Bastian turned around and approached the Crown Prince and Crown Princess who had just arrived. Seeing that there was no sign of surprise at all on Bastian¡¯s face, it seemed that the visit had already been arranged in advance. After exchanging intimate greetings, the Crown Prince and Crown Princess were seated in the guest seat at the bride¡¯s side. As if declaring that this marriage was the result of a marriage arranged by the imperial family. Franz turned around, rubbing his red face. For the Crown Prince to act as a relative of the bride also meant recognizing her as a member of the imperial family. In other words, Bastian Klauswitz was a member of the royal family as his wife. It was far different from the pitiful beast caught in the trap set by the emperor, which Franz expected. ¡°Stand there, Franz.¡± His father¡¯s large hand gripped Franz¡¯s shoulder as he was about to leave. ¡°Let¡¯s go right away. It¡¯s a trap, father! A trap set to humiliate us!¡± ¡°Lower your voice. There are many ears listening.¡± Jeff Klauswitz¡¯s eyes sharpened as he looked around. It was only then that Franz realized the gaze of the guests staring at him. It was a wedding where only close relatives were invited, but most of them were socialites. It was clear that everything that had happened here would spread to the whole city tomorrow. ¡°Running away will only make us a laughing stock.¡± ¡°But doesn¡¯t that make us clowns on this pathetic stage?¡± ¡°For now, play the role of a clown. That¡¯s better than being a coward.¡± Whispering the order, his father soon headed for the seats assigned to them. Franz reluctantly moved his feet. Sitting on the chair in front of the wedding podium, he looked up and saw a breathtaking sight. Across the bay was a familiar landscape. Until he set foot here, he was sure there was nothing better than the domain of the proud Klauswitz family. As blood began to ooze from the tender skin at the mouth as he chewed on his lips, the news of the bride¡¯s arrival was heard. It was the beginning of the wedding ceremony. *** The wedding platform was placed facing the beautiful blue sea. Bastian walked on the path that led to it without hesitation. The decoration of his ceremonial uniform became more glamorous as the early summer sun hit it. There was no particular excitement. Except for a slight change in the location and order of the ceremony, there was not much difference from the numerous military ceremonies that he had attended so far. Admiral Demel would officiate the wedding. Most of the guests were the faces from the Military Academy and the Navy. The only thing that was different was the bride who had just entered the ceremony hall holding the grand duke¡¯s hand. With each gentle sea breeze blew, the fragrance of blooming flowers and plants that filled the garden rose. With a translucent veil over her face, Odette walked towards him in the sweet summer air. Grand Duke Reiner also showed a much more cooperative attitude than expected. A reputable and elegant middle-aged royalty. Grand Duke Reiner was the person who best met the conditions Bastian wanted. His position within the imperial family was also quite solid. Of course, he could be so hard-nosed, but things changed when he (Bastian) told him about the new business with his son. After learning whose money he was spending, the Grand Duke finally accepted the role of father to the bride. The lack of sincerity was not important. As long as he (Grand Duke) presented the bride who was treated as a member of the imperial family and officiated the wedding ceremony. Nothing else mattered except for that purpose. After all, the only things the world would remember were the bride who rode in the Grand Duke¡¯s carriage and the groom who received the bride¡¯s hand from a prestigious and highly respected member of the royal family. Bastian approached his bride as they stopped walking. The Grand Duke handed Odette over with a quiet sigh. Her thin, white hands were cold, unlike the sunny weather. After the Grand Duke finished his role, Bastian led the bride and approached the podium. It was only after standing face to face that he noticed the veiled Odette was terrified. Bastian unconsciously furrowed his brow. With her head bowed slightly, Odette looked down only at the bouquet in her hand, trembling. It seemed that she wanted to imitate the pitiful sacrificial offering again. Bastian lifted the veil without hesitation, having no intention of playing that rhythm. An involuntary smile crossed his lips at the moment he met her widened blue-green eyes. The memory of the spring night, when the veil was lifted from the woman who had been sold for her father¡¯s gambling debts, floated over the face of the bride standing in front of him. He took the discarded stake as his wife. Bastian suddenly found it comical and dejected. Perhaps having the same feelings, Odette gradually relaxed. Her lips softened, forming a shy, slightly awkward smile. It was a smile as beautiful as June. CH 32 It was in the intermission between the reception and the celebration party that Odette learned what the gossip was that she heard here and there earlier. It was a story that was hard to believe. ¡°So ¡­ you mean that the mansions of the father and son facing each other have the same appearance?¡± After pondering for a while Odette asked cautiously. The Countess of Trier nodded her head, her gray eyes twinkling with uncharacteristic mischief. ¡°Yes. They are like twins. I can¡¯t believe they¡¯re declaring war like this. Indeed, it is a distribution worthy of hearing the voice of a hero.¡± Ha. Odette let out a quiet sigh and blinked wide-eyed. She finally understood why the Klauswitz family had left in a hurry with angry faces. ¡°It¡¯s ready. Let¡¯s go, madam.¡± A maid approached without notice and announced softly. She pointed to a pretty green silk dress hung on the partition. The ceremony, the reception and the party. It was the last of three dresses prepared according to the order of the ceremony. ¡°Go quickly.¡± The Countess of Trier waved her hand lightly, then sat down in a chair by the window and began to drink the rest of her cocktail. Adjusting her expression, Odette stood up quietly and followed the maid. The long summer solstice day began to taper off while the skillful maids helped her undress and put on the new dress. A low giggle was heard just as the last button of the dress was fastened. Odette looked in the mirror without a hint of embarrassment. The maids glanced at her reflection and averted their gazes in surprise. It was something that happened over and over again throughout the wedding. ¡°Son? Or daughter? Which one did you bet on?¡± Odette asked a question in a voice as soft as the sunset coloring the western sky. ¡°Betting on the gender of the child you believe will be born this winter. From what I¡¯ve heard, the prevailing opinion is that it will be a son. Did everyone choose the one with the best chance of winning?¡± Odette put on her new shoes and stood in front of the mirror again. There was still some dressing up to do, but the maids kept looking at her, unwilling to move. Odette looked down at them, tilting her head. A woman who succeeded in catching Bastian Klauswitz by using her body and becoming pregnant. When this marriage was announced, such a disgraceful label was placed after Odette¡¯s name. The extremely tight wedding date added credence to that speculation. Thanks to this, Odette had the absurd experience of having her waist monitored by the socialites throughout the empire. Even the Countess of Trier secretly peeked at her with suspicion. She (Countess) said if her wedding dress didn¡¯t fit, she (Odette) could inform her in advance. It was an insulting rumor, but Odette didn¡¯t care much. It would be explained by itself after a while anyway. The longer the talk, the hotter the interest. The same was true of the servants¡¯ back stories. However, under the assumption that the appropriate line was kept. ¡°I¡¯m sorry if I asked a difficult question. I thought it would be okay to join the conversation as everyone seemed to have no intention of hiding it. It sounds like an interesting conversation.¡± (Odette) ¡°That¡­. It¡¯s not like that¡­.¡± ¡°I apologize if I was brief. But if it¡¯s a conversation that¡¯s hard to share with me, wouldn¡¯t it be better to keep it a secret? If I can¡¯t hear it, I can assume it¡¯s not there, then I wouldn¡¯t make such a careless mistake. What do you think, head maid?¡± Odette¡¯s gaze, passing by the frozen young maids, stopped on the flushed face of the head maid. There was always trial and error at the beginning of everything. It was the same between people and people. How far would you go? When would you back down? Because the appropriate line was different for each person. The order to maintain an amicable relationship began with the clarification of that point. Odette presented her line first, and now it was the opponent¡¯s turn to answer. ¡°¡­¡­ Madame is right.¡± The head maid bowed her head. She looked quite different from when she tried to overpower the restless hostess. ¡°Thank you for your understanding. I will try not to make mistakes like this in the future.¡± Odette ended the conversation with a kind smile. She knew full well that she could not change the other person¡¯s mind with just a few words, but the other side of the story was outside Odette¡¯s jurisdiction anyway. All she wanted was courtesy and superficial respect to avoid unnecessary emotional exhaustion. Thoughts and emotions beyond the proper line were entirely the responsibility of the other person. Odette raised her gaze again and faced the mirror. There was a moment of suffocating silence, but the maids soon remembered their respective duties. Hastily arranged the folds and decorations on Odette¡¯s dress, the maids retreated and the partition was put away. After expressing her appreciation with a silent bow, Odette took quiet steps toward the dressing table where her next order awaited. While one maid corrected her make-up, another quickly corrected her hair and embellishment. As she put on the new jewelry brought by the maid of honor, preparations for the final act of her wedding were complete. ¡°Thank you, Dora.¡± After expressing a brief gratitude, Odette approached the Countess of Trier, who was sitting on a long chair by the window and watching the situation. ¡°I am ready now.¡± A smile of satisfaction spread across the Countess¡¯s face as she looked up at Odette, who had politely announced her readiness. ¡°Yes. It really looks like you are.¡± *** ¡°The master is over there.¡± The butler greeted Odette with great courtesy, announcing Bastian¡¯s location as a matter of course. Odette did not move her steps and looked at the man she now called her husband. Dressed in a tailored tailcoat, Bastian was having a conversation with someone on a balcony facing the sea. She was relieved to find an appropriate excuse to avoid the position. The guest soon left the balcony. Alone, Bastian leaned against the railing and took out a cigarette. Odette took a deep breath and began to approach him slowly. Playing the perfect couple was the most important clause in this contract. She still wasn¡¯t sure what it was, but at least it seemed that she shouldn¡¯t show the appearance of hesitating and avoiding her husband. ¡°Am I interfering with your alone time?¡± Stopping in front of the balcony, Odette first asked a polite question. Bastian slowly turned around and pointed to the seat next to him with the cigarette between his fingers. It wasn¡¯t a very gentlemanly manner, but Odette obediently complied with the request. ¡°It was a very long day.¡± Uncomfortable with Bastian¡¯s silence, Odette spoke first. It was late at night, and the lingering shadows left by the setting sun was dyeing the horizon red. After giving her an unreadable look for a while, Bastian offered her a pack of cigarettes without any response. Odette shook her head slightly to convey her refusal, then turned and leaned against the railing. As the warmth of the sun-kissed marble spread down her back, the fatigue that she had forgotten came flooding in. ¡°Do you like it?¡± Bastian finally spoke his first words after the bluish darkness fell over their heads as they stood side by side. ¡°What are you talking about?¡± Odette asked back after much thought. Bastian was a man of few words, but his expression and eyes were also extremely restrained. It was an aspect that made his conversation partners quite annoyed. ¡°I meant if you like the house you¡¯re going to be living in for the next two years.¡± (Bastian) Brushing off the ashes and moving the cigarette to his other hand, Bastian pulled Odette by her waist to his chest with his free hand. ¡°Smile, Odette.¡± Bastian¡¯s low voice was cold as he commanded the startled Odette, making her forget his gentle touch for a moment. ¡°I would like you to show me the results of the money I spent on you. Is that an unreasonable request?¡± (Bastian) Bastian pointed to the banquet hall across the balcony with a wink. Odette let out a small sigh as she saw the scene. The guests who had come to watch the newlyweds were blatantly glancing at this place. This was the moment Odette came to realize once again what the contract signed by her own hand meant. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Captain. It¡¯s my first time¡­¡± ¡°Bastian.¡± (Bastian) A voice resembling the sea breeze cut off Odette¡¯s words. ¡°¡­¡­ I¡¯m sorry, Bastian.¡± Realizing the significance of the name, Odette calmly corrected her mistake. ¡°I know I¡¯m not quite there yet, but I am still doing my best. I will try not to disappoint you.¡± Stopping her efforts to push away her husband¡¯s hand, Odette smiled awkwardly. Bastian glanced at her red lipstick-covered lips, raised his gaze again to meet Odette¡¯s eyes. Unlike her stiff body, her eyes were quite resolute. ¡°By the way¡­. Bastian.¡± Odette pronounced the name clearly, like a child practicing a new word. ¡°Are you going to stay in this mansion forever?¡± Whenever she questioned, the corners of her eyes gently folded. It seemed to be her unconscious habit. ¡°Now that my base has moved here, that will be the case. For the time being, though, you will be staying here alone.¡± (Bastian) ¡°Could you please explain more simply?¡± ¡°I still have a lot of work to be done in Lutz, so I will only visit Ardennes on weekends for a month or two.¡± (Bastian) ¡°So you mean we just need to spend the weekends together until your work is done?¡± ¡°Exactly.¡± (Bastian) Odette smiled brightly as he nodded. It was a completely different expression from when she reluctantly raised the corners of her stiff lips. ¡°There are still many unfinished parts of the house, but there will be no problems with staying here. It would look more natural if the hostess stayed here to supervise the finishing work. If, of course, I¡¯m assuming you will do well on your part.¡± (Bastian) ¡°I¡¯ll make sure there¡¯s nothing for you to worry about. Please let me know if there are any other caveats.¡± Odette gave the definite answer without hesitation. Her unprecedentedly positive attitude made Bastian laugh. ¡°As long as you don¡¯t do anything that raises suspicion, do whatever you wish. I don¡¯t think it¡¯ll possibly happen, but don¡¯t bring your family into my house. The same goes for my family.¡± (Bastian) ¡°If it¡¯s your family¡­¡­ Do you mean your original family?¡± Odette cautiously pointed to the mansion on the other side of the bay with a wary gaze. Bastian nodded his head calmly. It was an expression that didn¡¯t look like he had just declared war that turned the world upside down. ¡°Are you really okay with this mansion, just like that one?¡± (Bastian) ¡°Yes, but isn¡¯t this a bit funny?¡± Surprisingly, Bastian gave a completely different answer than she expected. ¡°One must be destroyed.¡± (Bastian) After adding a brief comment, Bastian stopped smoking and tossed the cigarette into the astray. Music could be heard coming from the hall. It was time for the party to begin. ¡°Hey, Bastian. Could you answer one more question?¡± Odette hurriedly asked. Bastian signified his permission with a jerk of his chin. ¡°After two smooth years without any problems¡­ What will be the reason for our divorce then?¡± The question was asked with sincere concern, but Bastian laughed as if he had heard a silly joke. ¡°What do you like?¡± ¡°That ¡­ I¡¯ll think about it a little bit. Thanks to you, I think I will be able to spend two leisurely years in a place where it¡¯s easy to think.¡± Not wanting to look like an idiot, Odette hurriedly concluded the conversation. Bastian nodded his head with a small smile on his face, leading Odette as if exercising his natural right. Although his strong arm around her waist was very uncomfortable, Odette accepted her wifely duties without showing any sign of unpleasantness. As the darkness fell, the two moved without hesitation into the brighter lights of the mansion. CH 33 The wind through the open window shook the curtains over the bed. Odette opened her eyes under the shadow of the gently waving lace. As she listened to the calm waves and traced the patterns, sleepiness gradually faded. A room by the shining sea. Odette¡¯s eyes shook slightly as she finally remembered where this place was. It was something that happened every morning when she woke up. Slowly getting up, Odette leaned against the head of the bed and looked at the still unfamiliar scenery of the bedroom. Cast in ivory and gold, the hostess¡¯s room was luxurious to the point of excessive. Furniture and decorations, as well as small items. It was as if extremely beautiful and expensive things were besieging uninvited guests from all sides. ¡°Madam.¡± A familiar voice was heard along with a knocking sound. ¡°Yes, come in.¡± Odette commanded and quickly tidied up the ribbon at the end of her braided hair. Soon after, the bedroom door opened and the maid who had served the morning tea entered. A young maid with a morning paper followed suit. While Odette was quietly catching her breath, a table was placed next to the large bed. A faint bergamot aroma rose up as the thickly brewed tea was poured. ¡°Thank you, Dora.¡± Odette expressed her gratitude kindly. The head maid answered with a short silent bow and retreated, and the young maid, who had been waiting for her turn, approached. ¡°Thank you, Molly. Great job.¡± When her name was called, the girl¡¯s face lit up, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. After taking a sip of tea, Odette put down the teacup and slowly unfolded the newspaper that still had the heat from the ironing. It was an implicit signal formed based on the time of the past three weeks that she was ready to receive work and reports. ¡°The dinner table has been instructed to be set up on the terrace as the madam ordered. Please check the menu and seating arrangements for the last time to see if there are any changes.¡± Having finished reporting on the household expenses and the servants¡¯ vacations, the head maid presented a schedule of plans for the dinner party to be held this evening. Odette put down the newspaper for a moment and accepted the schedule. Every day since the day of the wedding had been a series of invitations and parties, but this weekend was of particular interest. The guests were Bastian¡¯s classmates at the military academy. The same officers who had visited the gambling house with Bastian that fateful night. Although they had already met at various social gatherings and weddings, only a brief greeting was exchanged. This was the first time they met face-to-face in a place where they had to fully focus on each other. ¡°Yes. Please proceed as it is.¡± Odette returned the carefully checked schedule to the head maid. She did not forget to add a gentle smile. A classy hostess. To appear faithful to the role that was specified in her contract. ¡°I will prepare it right away.¡± Dora finished her task and left with a polite greeting. Since her first day¡¯s mistake was pointed out, the head maid had not once shown her dislike of Odette. She was an impeccable servant, at least in terms of business, and Odette appreciated that. If this continued, it wouldn¡¯t be too much trouble to maintain an amicable relationship for two years. ¡°Oh, ma¡¯am.¡± With her hand on the doorknob, Dora abruptly turned around. Odette¡¯s fingertips trembled as she was fiddling with the rim of her teacup. ¡°I got a call from Lutz. The butler said that the master is a little late today. But he said he would arrive at the latest before the first guests arrive at the dinner party.¡± ¡°I see¡­. ¡° Odette hastily hid her suddenly dazed eyes and nodded her head. It was already the weekend, the day her husband was coming. It was a fact she already knew, but when she was notified, she felt nervous again. It was strange. Silence returned to the bedroom as the maids quietly closed the door and left. Relieved, Odette read the newspaper over a cup of warm tea. After breakfast of a hard-boiled egg and some fruit served with morning tea, the bell announcing the hour was heard. It was time for the hostess to start her day. Odette put down the carefully folded newspaper and got off the bed. The end of the garden that stretched out over the balcony led to a white sandy beach. It was a dazzling summer day, where the sky, the sea, and the greenery shimmered as one. It was a scene she wanted to gaze at endlessly, but Odette turned around and headed for the bathroom. As she opened the window to welcome the sea breeze, the sound of the chandelier¡¯s mother-of-pearl ornaments swaying resonated beautifully. Odette listened to the song of the sea and approached the sink. Facing the golden faucet in the shape of a swan with outstretched wings, she laughed like it was the first day. It was a house that resembled its owner in many ways, making her feel uncomfortable and sad even when she was washing her hands. Before turning on the water, Odette gently stroked the swan¡¯s head. It was a ritual of her own that she had been repeating to tighten her heart. It¡¯s okay. Odette turned on the golden faucet, relying on that belief even today. A cool stream of water began to pour between the golden swan¡¯s beak. *** Once known to be owned by the New World¡¯s richest people, the financial company was positioned between the stock exchange and the central bank. Bastian walked out the front door of the company with a brisk gait. It was a very different move from when he had quietly entered and exited through the back door at a time when there were few pedestrians on the street. Passers-by who stopped on their way glanced at the place with wide-eyed surprise. It had been quite some time since the real identity of the wealthy man who emerged as the god of the empire¡¯s financiers was revealed, but there were still quite a few people in disbelief. ¡°Then, we will report the rest of the progress via phone and in writing.¡± A silver-haired executive who came out to see Bastian off at the bottom of the stairs said. ¡°No. Matters that have already been decided can proceed at the discretion of the board.¡± Bastian shook his head with a cool smile. Thomas M¨¹ller, who was once the secretary of Bastian¡¯s maternal grandfather, was a competent person who had taken on important responsibilities since Illis was treated as a mere moneylender, and was Bastian¡¯s mentor. Without him, the company would not have grown so quickly and stably. After conveying his gratitude and trust with a polite greeting, Bastian got into the car and started the engine. Thomas M¨¹ller knocked on the window just as he had just placed the jacket he had taken off on the passenger seat. ¡°It was your grandfather¡¯s long-cherished wish to establish a prosperous company and be recognized by the world.¡± The always strict mentor¡¯s eyes were stained red. ¡°You must be very proud of yourself, Bastian. Of course I am too.¡± ¡°I¡¯m a bit uneasy because you sound emotional. I wonder if the director is getting old.¡± Bastian cracked a sly joke and smiled. ¡°Don¡¯t get old.¡± ¡°No one can defy time.¡± ¡°Anyway, try your best. You have to correct me until the day comes when we can claim to be the most respectable company in this city.¡± ¡°It sounds like both a concern and a threat.¡± A soft smile soon appeared on the face of Thomas M¨¹ller, who had been frowning. As he took a step back, Bastian started the car. He drove in the opposite direction from the city center where the town house was located, to the new house where his wife was staying. It was before the full-scale evening out started, so he was able to get out of the city center faster than usual. As the road entered a deserted outskirts, Bastian shifted his gear and increased his speed. After driving north for a long time, the familiar sea spread out before him. It was Bastian¡¯s decision to launch a quick all-out war. Originally, he intended to reveal his game plan after signing the marriage contract with LaViere, but the deal and marriage proposed by the emperor changed the course of events. Of course, the company¡¯s much higher-than-expected growth rate also contributed greatly. In order not to waste the golden opportunity of trading with the emperor, perfect preparation was needed. The most aggressive strategy was the best to lay the foundation before leaving for his next assignment. Duke LaViere wanted the title, but Bastian was not willing to trade it for a lifetime of good fortune. His modest nod was merely a temporary expedient to eliminate unnecessary noise. It was an era of upheaval. Past glories could no longer guarantee the future. The status of the aristocrats who did not jump on the bandwagon of capital was rapidly declining. The era in which people enjoyed honor based on pedigree alone would soon come to an end. Bastian believed only in pragmatism. Understanding gain and loss. A perfect and flawless world built with its clear numbers and calculations. The power to create the king of the new era would be there. Bastian intended to grab it and stand on its heads. Of course, class influence was still dominant, there would be no reason to reject it. It was like surplus profit, so to speak. It¡¯s good to have it, but it¡¯s okay if you don¡¯t. Bastian drove down the road that had once led to his father¡¯s world and headed for his new kingdom. It occurred to him that it would not be a bad idea to develop the site on the other side of the cleared bay as a resort, when his car arrived at the entrance of the mansion. Odette was waiting for him at the front door this weekend as well. Same place as last week. Same posture. Same expression. The only thing that was different was her outfit. After handing over the wheel to the attendant, Bastian climbed the stairs with a smile befitting the role of a husband who had missed his wife for a week. Odette also greeted him with the face of a loving wife, who had been waiting for her husband. ¡°Welcome. I missed you a lot.¡± ¡°I missed you too.¡± Bastian held his wife¡¯s hand in a polite reply. He also did not forget to raise his voice for the servants who were spying with bated breath. ¡°I¡¯ve been thinking of you all the time. I hope you feel the same way.¡± ¡°¡­Of course.¡± Odette lied quite skillfully, though her eyes shook slightly. Compared to the first time, when she was stiff like a piece of wood, it was quite an improvement. Bastian ended the comical show with a light kiss on Odette¡¯s blushing cheek. This would have been enough to make them look like a couple enjoying a sweet newlywed life. Bastian entered the lobby with a satisfying surplus of profit. The footsteps of the young Klauswitz couple walking side by side began to resonate through the mansion, which had been immersed in the languid silence of a summer afternoon. CH 34 ¡°Is that the best you can do?¡± Bastian asked calmly after giving a cursory glance at the dress as if appraising. Odette looked at her husband with puzzlement. She needed a moment to understand Bastian¡¯s meaning. She blamed it on his indifferent eyes and tone, devoid of emotion. He was criticizing Odette in the same manner as he had been when he was playing a loving husband. ¡°Yes. I think my dress looks absolutely perfect for the dinner party.¡± Odette expressed her point of view with conviction. The dress wasn¡¯t flashy, but it was sufficiently formal and elegant. It was Odette¡¯s preferred style, and the Countess of Trier, who prepared the out, had the same opinion. ¡°You can¡¯t tell me that out of all the jewelry I¡¯ve given you, this is the only one you like.¡± Bastian¡¯s gaze was now on the tiny pearl earrings that glittered on his wife¡¯s earlobes. It was the only accessory Odette had donned. ¡°Of course your jewelry is beautiful. But, Bastian, I don¡¯t think excessive embellishment would suit this dress.¡± Odette did not hesitate and refuted this time as well. ¡°Ah. You think.¡± Bastian stood up from his chair, repeating the words his wife had spoken. The light cast by the summer sun was dyeing Odette¡¯s room in warm tones as it gradually began to decline. It was a completely different color from the air current flowing between them. ¡°Do you think I¡¯m asking what you think?¡± ¡°If not?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not interested in your thoughts, Odette. I am ordering you to change that poor outfit.¡± The sound of footsteps across the floor stopped at a distance of one step from Odette. ¡°I made this choice with tonight¡¯s guests in mind.¡± Gently closing her eyes and inhaling, Odette confided the truth that she had never wanted to utter. ¡°Your friends who will be having dinner tonight are the same ones who were there that night¡­the first time we met¡­they had seen me and knew it all.¡± ¡°So?¡± ¡°I thought it would look ridiculous if I looked excessively extravagant and flashy. Rather, a modest, dignified appearance would do much more to save face.¡± Although her pride was hurt and she felt miserable, Odette kept her calm. Bastian also listened attentively with a cold stare. The smirk that grazed the man¡¯s lips further confused Odette. ¡°It¡¯s a plausible logic, but I don¡¯t think it will have much effect. Who cares about the dignity of a woman who was sold for her father¡¯s gambling debts?¡± Bastian trampled on Odette¡¯s heart without raising his voice. ¡°No matter what clothes you wear, you¡¯ll look ridiculous anyway.¡± Bastian tilted his head, and the soft sigh he let out touched Odette¡¯s pale cheek. ¡°If you think so, why are you forcing me to change my clothes?¡± Blinking slowly with her dazed eyes, Odette retorted. ¡°Because I have to clearly show how your situation has changed.¡± Bastian answered without a trace of hesitation or concern. ¡°You mean you care if a fake wife may look funny, but you can¡¯t stand your wealth being undermined?¡± Bastian glanced at Odette¡¯s reddened eyes, turned around and returned to his chair. Sitting down again, he let out a long sigh mixed with a slight annoyance. She was a pretty smart woman, but sometimes she was overly knowledgeable and naive. This was especially true in the presence of that great honor and dignity that was involved. Bastian leaned deeply against the back of his wing chair and raised his gaze. He bought that woman. He was clearly aware of the nature of this marriage. Odette belonged to him until the contract expired. Bastian didn¡¯t have the patience or generosity to put up with his things being treated cheaply. Therefore, Odette had to be the most glamorous and beautiful woman in the world. So that no one dared to find traces of the despised beggar princess in Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s wife. ¡°You don¡¯t have to think.¡± Bastian advised with the face of a husband who was enjoying his newlywed life. ¡°I¡¯ll do the thinking. All you have to do is follow the orders I have thought of and given. I¡¯d like to believe that my wife hasn¡¯t already forgotten that it¡¯s our contract, has she?¡± Bastian¡¯s eyes narrowed as he looked at the desk clock. It was now time for the guests to start arriving. ¡°Tell me if you can¡¯t remember. I don¡¯t mind showing the contract again.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think you need to go through such trouble.¡± Transparent tears welled up in her turquoise eyes, almost blue, but Odette did not cry. On the contrary, the expression on her face seemed more rational than when she first started the conversation with Bastian. ¡°Good. So, I guess the conclusion has been reached.¡± Satisfied, Bastian smiled gracefully as he looked at his not-so-bad conversation partner. ¡°Change your clothes right now, Odette. That is my order.¡± **** ¡°That¡¯s the thing¡­¡± Anxious, Lucas opened his mouth with difficulty. The young Klauswitz couple, who had come to greet the last guest, looked at Lucas¡¯s companion standing next to him with a little surprise. Other guests, who had already arrived and were chatting, reacted the same way. ¡°I¡¯m sorry I didn¡¯t tell you in advance, Bastian, but I couldn¡¯t help it because Emma was sick today. It¡¯s not like I can come alone to the event I¡¯m invited to with a partner, right? And Sandrine said she didn¡¯t have any plans. It¡¯s a coincidence.¡± Opening his tightly closed eyes, Lucas poured out the excuses he had practiced in advance like a rapid-fire cannon. Sandrine apologized with a smile as she calmly waited for her turn. ¡°Is it alright if I take the place of Lucas¡¯ fianc¨¦e, Captain Klauswitz?¡± Sandrine looked at Bastian pleadingly. She spoke boldly, but her heart fluttered when she faced him. ¡°Of course.¡± Bastian soon resumed his practiced social smile as he answered. ¡°Welcome, Countess Lenart.¡± Bastian gladly agreed even though he had already seen through everything in his eyes. Sandrine¡¯s overflowing joy took the place of the past times of hatred and resentment towards this man. Sandrine entered the parlor after greeting him in the manner of an elegant guest. The guests invited to the dinner were all familiar faces. ¡°You have become more beautiful since I last saw you, Mrs. Klauswitz. To have such a wife, the captain is very lucky indeed.¡± Sandrine first started the conversation with an appropriate compliment. It wasn¡¯t that difficult. Bastian¡¯s fake wife was much shiner and more beautiful than before their marriage. ¡°Thank you. The Countess is also very beautiful.¡± The jewels on Odette¡¯s earlobes twinkled slightly as she greeted Sandrine politely. It was a very delicately cut diamond. Her slender neck was also adorned with the same jewel. She looked incredible for a woman who had been treated like a beggar just a few months ago. Sandrine¡¯s feeling of flying above the clouds was soon plunged into the pit of hell again. Bastian was not a stingy man by nature, but somehow this seemed excessive. While trying hard not to lose her smile, news came that the dinner was ready. Looking at Odette, who stood up holding her husband¡¯s hand, Sandrine let out an involuntary sigh. The hem of Odette¡¯s dress, which was deep blue like the night sea, was decorated with star-like imitation stone pieces and silver threads. With the added care of attaching and embroidering them individually, the price of that dress would have been as costly as a fair amount of jewels. Even the officers, ignorant of women¡¯s clothing, were glancing at Bastian¡¯s wife with astonishment. Odette remained aloof even though there was no way she could not understand the meaning of those gazes. The same was true for Bastian, who was escorting his wife. Sandrine could not for a moment take her eyes off the couple as they made their way to the terrace where the dining table was set. 2 years. It was ridiculous to be jealous of a woman who would eventually be abandoned, but her heart did not move according to her will. Fortunately, the dinner began at the moment when she could understand Princess Isabelle, who had ruined the ball by committing an abomination that shocked the entire social world. It was a mercy bestowed by God. *** The sea where the sunlight remained on the horizon and the darkness from the sky coexisted was as beautiful as a painting. Odette watched the sunset with a small sigh. The candelabras on the table and the lights of the colored glass lanterns hanging from each branch added a touch of elegance to the midsummer night. Contrary to Odette¡¯s concerns, the guests enjoyed the elaborately prepared feast. Of course, she felt stinging glares from time to time, but she was able to tolerate that much. Odette earnestly hoped that the night would go smoothly like this. It was then that the news came that Bastian had an urgent phone call. After asking for the guests¡¯ understanding, he excused himself for a moment, and the pleasant laughter and conversation also disappeared. ¡°I heard that Duke Dissen was seriously injured. How is his health these days? I was concerned since we¡¯ve met before.¡± One of the officers, who exchanged quick glances with his peers, asked a question as if he was sincerely concerned. Erich Faber. If her memory served her correctly, it was the same officer who had ridiculed Odette with the most vulgar and crude language that night. ¡°Movement is difficult, but he has nevertheless recovered considerably. Thank you for your concern, Captain Faber.¡± Odette replied and the guests burst into laughter all at once. It was a rude manner that it didn¡¯t fit with the distinguished guests. Odette firmly grasped her glass. Apparently Bastian was right. Tonight¡¯s guests were making fun of Odette no matter what she wore. It seemed that the only reason they had been friendly with her was purely for Bastian¡¯s sake. ¡°That is good news. Anyway, Mrs. Klauswitz is now enjoying such a luxury thanks to Duke Dissen¡¯s deal that night. A father who gave his daughter such a great gift deserves to live on for a long time.¡± ¡°Hey, Erich.¡± Count Ewald¡¯s son quietly stopped him, but Erich Faber seemed inclined to stop. The one who ignited that malice was Sandrine, who was watching the situation leisurely. ¡°What in the world happened that night that makes it so interesting? Let¡¯s hear it, huh?¡± Even though she was begging Erich Faber, Sandrine only looked at Odette. The sea where the light disappeared, had somehow permeated with a part of darkness. CH 35 ¡°My father had a bad gambling habit. He bet his daughter in place of stakes and the interested parties joined in. I met my husband for the first time that night, along with all the officers present here.¡± Odette¡¯s clear voice broke the heightened tension. Erich Faber lost a chance to be the main character, looking at Bastian¡¯s wife with a frown. Even when she humiliated herself, she was surprisingly calm. What a performance. It made him feel like a fool for making a fuss over something so trivial. ¡°Bastian was the winner of that bet. He let me leave safely in a manner worthy of an honorable soldier. Of course, it was only possible because his friends agreed. I am deeply grateful for the kindness extended to me in my time of need.¡± Odette could not have added a more perfect finish. Erich laughed in amazement. It was a cleverly beautified version that worked in her favor, but it wasn¡¯t entirely wrong. That point perplexed him even more. She won. It was a stunning counterattack. ¡°How romantic! It must have been the first meeting that you couldn¡¯t help but fall in love with.¡± Putting down her glass, Sandrine let out an exaggerated admiration. At that point, Erich saved himself by quietly withdrawing. With all attention focused on herself, Sandrine looked at Odette with sharp eyes. She (Odette) lowered herself to the utmost, but that was by no means an act of humility. Wouldn¡¯t it be better if her arrogance was sky high? But on the other hand, she seemed like a pretty soft-hearted woman. If it was really nothing, there would be no reason for her to be so desperate to appear so calm. ¡°Your husband might be different if someone else had won that night.¡± Sandrine smiled broadly as she threw a taunt disguised as a joke. She was determined to see how long Odette could pretend to be so calm and in control. ¡°Everybody should have worked harder. It was a golden opportunity to acquire the Emperor¡¯s niece for a bargain. Isn¡¯t that right, Mrs. Klauswitz?¡± Sandrine provoked Odette with her blatantly mocking questions. By the time Odette¡¯s quiet eyes began to shake, the laughter of the excited guests stopped all at once. Sandrine let out a soft sigh and turned her gaze to the direction where everyone was looking. There stood Bastian who had returned to the terrace before she knew it. *** The heavy silence did not last very long. With the corners of his mouth lightly lifted, Bastian began moving toward his wife as if nothing had happened. The sound of footsteps walking at a steady stride and speed echoed through the night garden. The phone call with Thomas M¨¹ller ended faster than usual. He summarized the key points, and Bastian also gave simple and clear answers. When he returned to the terrace, Erich was about to detonate a bomb. He (Bastian) decided to observe the situation first out of curiosity. Bastian was curious to see what choice Odette would make after being put on the chopping block. It was a kind of test. The result was not satisfactory. The strategy was good, but Odette was not very skilled. And Sandrine precisely dug into that gap. It was still Sandrine who had the virtues of a wife that Bastian needed. However, the current Mrs. Klauswitz was Odette, and his wife¡¯s dignity was directly related to the husband¡¯s honor. ¡°I¡¯m afraid that wouldn¡¯t have happened.¡± (Bastian) Standing behind Odette¡¯s chair, Bastian smiled softly. He wrapped his arms around his wife¡¯s shoulders in a showy display of possessiveness. ¡°Even if someone else had won, the result would have been the same. I would have stolen it. Right, Odette?¡± Leaning in deeply, Bastian whispered affectionately. Odette turned her head in shock, and involuntarily let out a small sigh. Bastian¡¯s face was not even a hand away from hers. Even at the moment when he pretended to be a sweet lover, his eyes that contained Odette were unchangingly cold. It felt like facing a blue wick in a flame that shimmered with warm light. Suddenly embarrassed, Odette tried to turn her head away, the hands gripping her shoulders tightened. And soon their lips met. Barely swallowing a scream Odette stiffly endured the sudden kiss. The laughter and jeers of the rude guests were now only appreciated. If it hadn¡¯t been for that fuss, her exploding heart would have been caught. Fortunately, Bastian backed off without crossing the line. He smiled casually and sat down nonchalantly, and the dinner party returned to its original trajectory. No one mentioned anything else about that night. They just laughed and chatted and enjoyed the summer evening. The same was true of Erich Faber and Countess Lenart, who showed obvious malice. Odette was finally relieved. It was then that she felt a large, firm grip on her hand. It was Bastian¡¯s hand. Bastian grabbed Odette¡¯s hand and put it on his lap. She tried to refuse, but to no avail. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect you to be such a loving husband. You really are such a lovely newlywed couple.¡± Having been watching the scene closely, Sandrine gave a barbed compliment. She was smiling brightly, but the look in her eyes at Odette showed jealousy that she had no intention of hiding. Being treated as her husband¡¯s mistress by another man¡¯s wife. Odette thought. Odette¡¯s cheeks flushed red when she realized what a strange marriage she had had. But Bastian still seemed unwilling to let her go. Even though there was no way he didn¡¯t know Sandrine¡¯s feelings for him. Bastian squeezed Odette¡¯s clenched hand with heavy force. Then, slowly, he intertwined his fingers between her rigid ones. She tried her best to fight it, but the difference in strength was overwhelming. Soon their hands interlocked into a perfect one. Confused by the unfamiliar sensation, Odette hurriedly lowered her head to hide her blushing face. Even at that moment, Bastian was casually continuing his conversation with his guests. Odette could not look Sandrine in the eyes until dinner was over. She felt like she was committing an act of infidelity. It was a disgusting feeling that cast a shadow deep in her heart. **** ¡°There are still quite a few parts of the house that need the help of the hostess.¡± Sandrine¡¯s cheerful voice echoed through the quiet hallway. Stopping for a moment to explain, Odette turned to face the ladies who were following her. After the supper, Bastian and his friends moved to the study. In the meantime, it was the hostess¡¯ responsibility for the entertainment of the ladies. Refreshments accompanied by music were common, but today, as it was their first hosting event, it was decided that a house tour would be more appropriate. It was a decision made after seeking advice from the Countess of Trier. ¡°Yes. The guest bedrooms and common areas have not yet been completely decorated. The outbuilding is close to being finished with only the exterior of the building.¡± Odette answered with a kind smile. Nodding her head, Sandrine opened the door at the end of the hallway without permission. It was a small study, a space for the hostess to entertain guests. Sandrine entered the room proudly as if walking through her own house. The rest of the guests retreated around the corner, busy looking at the house. Odette called the maid who had been waiting from afar to lead them back to the terrace and followed Sandrine into the small study. After examining the still empty walls and cabinets, Sandrine sat down on the sofa in front of the large fireplace. Watching the scene, Odette quietly closed the door. It seemed that a not-so-pleasant conversation was about to begin. ¡°I don¡¯t like the trending painting styles these days. Too vague is not my taste. I prefer classic paintings. But exaggerated themes like history and religion can be heavy. I prefer bright landscape paintings.¡± Staring at Odette as she approached, Sandrine gave her a clear and specific demand. ¡°I would decorate the top of the fireplace with a mirror rather than a painting. For the lamp and clock to be placed on the mantelpiece, I would prefer Pellise. Berg¡¯s items inevitably lack a delicate aesthetic. You would understand since I spent my childhood in Pelia, wouldn¡¯t you?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not sure what the Countess is talking about.¡± Standing on the other side of the sofa, Odette looked down at Sandrine with a face that no longer smiled. The light from the lanterns fell quietly over the two women as they stared deeply at each other. ¡°Please keep the manners of a guest.¡± Odette who first broke the silence. ¡°I will do so in public. I don¡¯t want Bastian to be ashamed. But when it¡¯s just the two of us, you¡¯d better not have that kind of expectation. I have no intention of accepting a two-year employee as Bastian¡¯s wife.¡± No longer having the desire to play the game of tug a war, Sandrine brought up the main point without adding or subtracting. ¡°You look surprised. Why? Did you really think the marriage contract was a secret only between you and Bastian?¡± (Sandrine) Sandrin looked at Odette with sharp eyes. As if bewildered, the dazed eyes deliver the answer instead. ¡°I see. Well, the Countess might have an illusion of having a special relationship with him. It¡¯s funny, but I understand. Bastian is taking advantage of you too, and above all, young men need that kind of fun.¡± Sandrine¡¯s gaze stopped on Odette¡¯s pale hand. When she remembered Bastian holding that hand tightly, even the last sympathy she had for the woman who had sold herself for money disappeared. ¡°By the way, Odette, I hope you take appropriate measures and be careful.¡± ¡°What do you mean by that?¡± With a pale expression, Odette asked back. ¡°I mean that you should not even think about getting pregnant and taking my place. I can tolerate you to an extent, but if by any chance you have Bastian¡¯s child, you would have a world of heartbreak to deal with.¡± ¡°No way¡­ are you threatening me right now?¡± Gone were her niceties, Odette finally revealed her honest feelings. ¡°What else could there be in this conversation?¡± Sandrine shrugged her shoulders lightly and smiled. It seemed that Odette finally got the message. CH 36 A moderate knocking sound penetrated the stillness of dawn. Odette turned her head in surprise as she was brushing her hair while staring blankly at the mirror. While she was catching the hairbrush that she almost dropped, another knock followed. It wasn¡¯t from the bedroom door, but from the other side, from the passageway connecting the couple¡¯s bedroom. Understanding the meaning, Odette hurriedly stood up, and at the same time a familiar voice was heard. ¡°Odette.¡± ¡°Yes! Come on in.¡± Odette hurriedly tidied up the dressing table and answered. When she put the violet cream back in place, the door, which at first glance looked not too different from the panel decoration on the wall, opened slowly. Appearing from beyond, Bastian was dressed in a blue-gray gown. ¡°What is it?¡± At a loss for what to do, Odette asked cautiously while standing idly by. They had spent several weekends together, but this was the first time that door had been opened. Unlike Odette, who found it perplexing, Bastian looked extremely indifferent. Bastian stopped halfway between the dressing table and the bed, staring at Odette without answering. His hair, wet as if he had just taken a shower, had a darker color than usual. There was still moisture on the skin visible through the front of the loose-fitting gown. Even at the moment of such a defenseless and disheveled appearance, his eyes were still cold. That silent stare lasted for a long time. She tried to be confident, but Odette eventually stepped back as if resigned. It was as if she could feel the touch of his gaze. It was a strange sensation, like sand heated by the sun running down her skin. From the tips of her toes wearing slippers, to the hands gripping each other, and then to her reddened face. Bastian slowly explored Odette and then turned around. It was after he was seated in front of the tea table by the window that she realized the meaning of his somewhat displeased expression. Odette finally took a breath and turned around, and suddenly covered her mouth, almost screaming. The mirror of the dressing table placed there reflected her figure. Everything from the white muslin pajamas to the contours of her body clearly visible under the thin fabric. Hastily covered her chest, Odette looked around in a half-fazed state. The gown was placed on the bed bench. It wasn¡¯t too far away, but she didn¡¯t dare to walk in front of Bastian looking like she was naked. ¡°Look away for a second¡­¡± (Odette) Letting go of her painfully bitten lips, Odette opened her mouth with difficulty. She knew how pathetic it may seem, but otherwise she couldn¡¯t think of a way out of this predicament. Watching Odette with his arms folded loosely, Bastian let out a sigh mixed with laughter. He looked stunned, but fortunately, he showed enough consideration to look out the window. Only then did Odette approach the bed bench. After she covered my body tightly with a gown, a greater sense of shame came to her. How could she feel this embarrassed while worrying about a messy dressing table? It was utterly ridiculous. ¡°Thank you. I¡¯m done now.¡± She only wanted to run away, but Odette tried to pretend to be resolute. Bastian slowly turned his head, and his face showed the same displeasure as before. ¡°Please sit down.¡± He brushed the hair covering his forehead and ordered. ¡°I think we have something to share about today¡¯s dinner party, don¡¯t we?¡± Bastian¡¯s tone was heartless as usual. Odette was sincerely appreciated for that businesslike attitude. At least for this moment, it was definitely so. ? ? ? Even after the trembling of her fingers had stopped, Odette was still gripping the gown tightly. After showing everything, he didn¡¯t know what the hell was the use of this extremity, but Bastian didn¡¯t bother to point it out. It was already late at night. He didn¡¯t want to waste his time waiting for a bewildered woman. ¡°I didn¡¯t put you there to play an elegant princess.¡± Bastian got to the point without delay. ¡°Could you please explain so I can understand?¡± Blinking in surprise, Odette asked back. ¡°You married a commoner, Odette. As a commoner¡¯s wife, you are now also a commoner.¡± ¡°I am well aware of that.¡± ¡°Are you?¡± Bastian¡¯s red lips curled gently. ¡°Then act like one. Would it be easy to understand if I said that I didn¡¯t want to see the pathetic lady who was trampled on and chewed to pieces to act dignified?¡± ¡°If you did not like my response to what happened at the dinner table, I apologize for that. I was prepared, but I was very confused, so I admit that there were some areas where I was lacking. But I find it difficult to agree with the point where I have to abandon my class consciousness.¡± With a frown, Odette issued a rebuttal. Her cheeks flushed, but her voice was as calm as ever. ¡°I was just doing it my way. It was a judgment based on the thoughts of a person like me, regardless of my social status.¡± Thought. Odette¡¯s eyes sparkled as she spoke the word she liked quite a bit. ¡°Whether I¡¯m a duke¡¯s daughter or a soldier¡¯s wife, I¡¯m me. And I think I was a decent enough hostess tonight.¡± She thought she shouldn¡¯t fight like this, but Odette couldn¡¯t bear the resentment that filled her throat. She had struggled to endure the friends and the lover of the man in front of her. She had smiled in the face of contempt and ridicule. She had tolerated their insults, treating her like a prostitute. Because she made a promise. She wanted to fulfill that responsibility. If she had not truly abandoned the manners of the daughter of the Dissen family, she would not be able to keep her position until the end. The only reason she risked it all was to fulfill her duties as Mrs. Klauswitz. Odette watched the night sea through the window and held back her tears. She didn¡¯t want Bastian to know. This was just the fulfillment of the contract. Odette never forgot that fact. Still, she felt that the reason her heart hurt like this was because she was not yet accustomed to the weight of things that were not hers. ¡°Is your evaluation of yourself usually that generous?¡± (Bastian) Looking at her gently, Bastian asked her a question with an obvious sneer. ¡°As for the things that deserve it.¡± (Odette) Odette turned to face him despite her anger. Her heart started beating anxiously again, but he didn¡¯t want to back down. Eventually she would get used to it. It was the only gift the flowing time gave. Odette was well aware of that fact and she was fine with it. ¡°I¡¯m afraid this is not coming from a lady who has already forgotten the advice you gave tonight.¡± (Odette) Bastian leaned back deep into the chair and tilted his head. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about that. If you say that your thoughts are yours, I will definitely remember them.¡± ¡°Are you going to break it even though you know it?¡± (Odette) ¡°That advice was for Mrs. Klauswitz¡¯s business. When you have to play my wife, I will try to follow your thoughts.¡± ¡°And now?¡± ¡°This¡­¡­ May I call it Odette¡¯s business?¡± Odette, who was struggling, asked a strange question. Seeing her sincere expression without any hint of playfulness, it didn¡¯t seem like she was trying to make a joke out of it. Odette, nothing else. Just Odette. Realizing the meaning of the compromise the woman had found, Bastian burst into laughter. Confused, Odette held her breath as nervously as the first time. She looked quite different from the time when she didn¡¯t lose a word and just talked back. With a slow sigh, Bastian¡¯s laughter died away as he stared blankly at his unstoppable wife. As for the dinner he was offended by, he didn¡¯t want to think any more. So was the presence of a disapproving wife who got on his nerves. The woman who remained in her place after removing all pretenses was just beautiful, and that fact left Bastian deflated. ¡°When are you going to start working as my wife again?¡± Bastian looked at Odette¡¯s hand holding the gown with narrowed eyes. To be precise, the wedding ring on that hand. ¡°I will be Mrs. Klauswitz in front of those who believe I am your wife.¡± ¡°So, not now?¡± ¡°Yes. But if you give me advice, I¡¯m all ears. Please speak.¡± ¡°I thought you were screaming your thoughts to be heard.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t mean that.¡± Odette shook her head slightly. Her hair that resembled the color of the deep night rippled along with her gesture. ¡°Please tell me if my best wishes are not the same as yours. I won¡¯t be able to become a completely different person overnight, but I will try to narrow the gap as much as possible.¡± (Odette) Odette¡¯s gaze at him softened. ¡°I¡¯d rather have a heartless winner than an honorable loser.¡± (Bastian) Bastian¡¯s gaze that followed along her hair, now landed on the back of her white hand gripping the front of her gown. ¡°Even if it¡¯s without dignity?¡± Deepened in thought, Odette asked carefully. ¡°Win by all means, Odette. That is the dignity of Klauswitz.¡± ¡°But that shouldn¡¯t be the case with Countess Lenart (Sandrine).¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°Because Countess Lenart is much more important to you, that day you ¡­¡± ¡°I think I clearly said that I would prioritize the wife¡¯s rights when we played the role of husband and wife. Is it possible that you have only half memory?¡± Bastian, who had been peering at the body Odette was desperately covering, slowly raised his gaze. ¡°Of course I know, but Countess Lenart knows our contract. It¡¯s hard to pretend to be your wife in front of someone like that.¡± ¡°At that time, you can do whatever you like. Just think of the amount of money you get in return for doing this.¡± Bastian stood up from his seat at the end of his cynical advice. The heat that started from the stiff bottom was getting clearer. The more time passed, the more ridiculous it became. Of course, he could do whatever he wanted. Bastian had never attached much importance to the fulfillment of instinctive desires, and he still did. He was also well aware that he had the power to defy the contract. But was it worth the aftermath that a moment¡¯s impulse may bring? It was an obvious loss. Fake wife of 2 years. The meaning of Odette defined by Bastian ended there. ¡°Then rest, Odette.¡± Bastian gave a short greeting, looking at her dazed blue-green eyes. No answer came from Odette until he crossed the bedroom, opened the passage door, and closed it again. CH 37 *(- Tira; ¡°¡± Odette) ¨C How do you feel about being a new bride? How are you? Tira suddenly asked an odd question while chattering about her dorm life and new friends. ¡°Yes. I¡¯m doing well too.¡± Odette fixed the handset and gave a calm answer. -That¡¯s all? ¡°Comfortable and enjoyable.¡± At the explanation that Odette added after much thought, Tira burst into laughter. -Where¡¯s the new bride who describes her newlywed life so badly? Anyway, sister is really strict. You¡¯re just like the dorm president. Tira¡¯s voice softened as she calmed her excitement. ¨C Hey, sister. ¡°Huh.¡± ¨C Thank you. ¡°What?¡± ¨C Just. All of it. I think I understand now that we live apart.That sister loved me a lot. So thank you and sorry again. The child who was excited and happy just a moment ago began to sob. ¨C Are you happy? ¡°Yeah. I¡¯m happy.¡± ¨C How¡¯s the captain? Does he care and love sister a lot? Tira continued with an unusually serious question. Odette slowly opened her closed eyes and turned her body to stand. The white summer sunlight pouring in through the windows facing the sea was shining on the walls of the small study, which were still undecorated. It was the very place that Sandrine had requested to hang a landscape painting. -Sister? Tira¡¯s anxious voice awakened Odette from her thoughts. ¡°Yes, Tira.¡± Odette raised the corners of her mouth and smiled brightly. As if Tira was standing right in front of her. ¡°I¡¯m grateful to him.¡± Odette soothed Tira with the truth as it was. At times, she was hurt by the man¡¯s heartless words, but she was grateful to Bastian Klauswitz nonetheless. Because he had reached out to her as she was at the edge of the precipice and saved her entire family. Even if it was only a means to an end, it was a favor of a kind she had never received before. That fact alone made Odette deeply grateful for this marriage. ¨C I¡¯m so glad. My mind is at ease now. Quickly regained her former cheerful voice, Tira now started talking about her plans for the weekend. A picnic with her friends. Tour of the city, tennis lessons. It was a life that was unimaginable just a month ago. ¨C I have to go now. I¡¯ll call you next time! Tira¡¯s surroundings became noisy. It seemed that her friends had come. ¨C Bye sister. I love you! Tira hung up after shouting at the top of her voice. ¡°Bye, sister. I love you.¡± Odette whispered the words she hadn¡¯t had time to say before putting the phone down. After hearing Tira¡¯s voice, the place felt even more unfamiliar and desolate. Not wanting to indulge her performance, Odette rang the bell and summoned her maid. After she handed her the mail that had to be sent out today, she received many new letters. Most of them were invitations for parties. Odette sat down at her desk and opened the first envelope. It was a letter from the wife of Admiral Demel, Bastian¡¯s superior. She wanted to invite them to their summer home. ¡°This is a letter of introduction from the maids who had an interview a few days ago. You can make a decision after reviewing it.¡± When she put the letter down, the maid held out the next pile of papers. ¡°I think the manpower at the mansion is still sufficient. Is it really necessary to increase the number of servants?¡± ¡°Master has given that order.¡± As soon as her question was finished, the head maid gave her a decisive answer. Odette did not object further. The servants of this family were very loyal to their master. And the greater their love and respect, the more dissatisfied they were with the hostess. Rather than hatred for Odette as an individual, it was more of a sense of rebellion against her status and lineage. They seemed to regard it as a great insult that their master, who had lived a good enough life without it, had married a woman who had only it. They thought their master had overcome the order of the old world, but it had returned and brought Bastian to his knees. Odette partly understood their antipathy. In aristocratic society, he was the grandson of an antique dealer and was ostracized, but to the majority of the public, Bastian was the hope and idol of the new era. ¡°I¡¯ll have a simple lunch here.¡± After making a polite request, Odette finished reading the remaining letters. As the hectic days of serving the influx of guests passed, the time came for a return visit. When this task was finished, summer seemed to have passed. Around the time she finished selecting the invitations to ask Bastian¡¯s opinions, the head maid returned. Two cucumber sandwiches and chilled tomato soup. And a neatly arranged tray of lemonade, sparing no ingredients, was placed on one side of the desk. It was a lunch that featured careful selection of foods that Odette would not normally eat. ¡°Thank you, Dora. Go take a break.¡± After briefly thanking the maid for her hard work, Odette opened the catalog with the hand that had placed the sandwich she had bitten into. It was left by the interior decorator she met yesterday. In order to decide on which painting to hang in the library within the promised period, it seemed that she would have to visit the artist she was introduced to in the near future. It was impossible to choose an expensive painting without seeing it in person. ¡°Is there anything else I can help you with?¡± To the head maid, who still remained where she was, Odette asked a question imbued with quiet power. ¡°Oh, no, madam. Call me if you need anything more.¡± Dora quickly changed her expression, bowed her head politely, and left. When the door closed, Odette finished eating the rest of the sandwich. The soup was also emptied. If there was one important fact that the head maid overlooked, it was that Odette was very good at tolerating things she disliked. Although she was a little fed up with the overly sweet and sour lemonade. After the short meal, Odette again immersed herself in the work of the hostess. The weekend was drawing near. She didn¡¯t want to cause any trouble. *** ¡°You ran faster than usual today.¡± Butler Lovis greeted Bastian with a smile of joy. Whenever he had free time, Bastian went out for a run in the park. Since he always ran the same distance, the time required was also constant. He had slowed down a bit since returning from the Trosa, but recently he had been running faster than before the injury. Bastian smiled and entered the front door without responding. Lovis followed him with a cup of lemon water he had prepared in advance. ¡°I have given instructions to replenish the manpower of the Ardennes Mansion. With the addition of the servants here when the master moves overseas, there will be no shortage of staff.¡± Lovis followed him as quietly as a shadow, reporting the affairs. Bastian nodded his head and placed the glass of water he had emptied in one gulp back onto the tray. ¡°Thank you for your effort. Out in about an hour. I¡¯ll drive myself, no driver needed.¡± ¡°Yes, master. I will have it ready. Are you leaving for Ardennes right after dinner?¡± ¡°No. I will be staying in Lutz this weekend.¡± ¡°My madam must be waiting for a long time.¡± Lovis¡¯ eyes widened. Since he didn¡¯t give a word in advance, preparations to welcome him in Ardennes must be in full swing. But Bastian didn¡¯t seem to care, and Lovis didn¡¯t interfere anymore. ¡°Then I will inform the madam that the master will be staying in Lutz this weekend due to workload.¡± Lovis managed to clear the surprise situation by offering an appropriate alternative. Bastian nodded the tip of his chin and gave him a look that said he could retreat now. Lovis stopped there and watched the back of his master as he strode up the stairs. No matter how busy he was, he should meet his new bride on the weekends. It was a shame, because Bastian looked good as a young married husband, but Lovis swallowed it deeply. He would not get any kind of response anyway. **** She wore his favorite clothes for the first time in a long time. It was the very light blue dress that Bastian was displeased with. Odette finished her decoration by wearing small pearl earrings. Her little-to-no make-up face had a bright smile and life for the first time in a while. It was a weekend without her husband. For a while, Odette felt bewildered by the unexpected luck, but soon came up with a solid plan. First, she was going to Lutz to choose some paintings, then have a private tea time. It seemed that a quiet outdoor cafe would be better than a luxurious hotel lounge that seemed to have been transformed from a social gathering place. She was thinking of picking out books to read from a nearby bookstore. ¡°Madam, it¡¯s Hans.¡± As she turned around with her handbag and parasol in hand, she heard the voice of an attendant who also served as the driver. ¡°Which car would you like to use?¡± The attendant greeted her politely and asked an outrageous question. Odette was deep in thought with her brow slightly furrowed. There were many incomprehensible languages in this mansion. In her experience, it was best to be honest at times like this. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I don¡¯t think I¡¯ve figured out this mansion yet, can you explain it in a bit more detail?¡± ¡°Of course.¡± The attendant nodded vigorously and smiled kindly. ¡°The cars that had been stored in a separate warehouse were moved to the garage of the new mansion. The cars that the master mainly uses are in Lutz, so you can choose the ones here according to your taste. Would you like to see it for yourself?¡± ¡°Ah¡­ yes. I¡¯ll do that.¡± Odette gave a slightly awkward smile. It was as if she had fallen into a Wonderland. When the door to the garage, guided by the attendant, opened, that thought became stronger. Cars of various shapes and colors were lined up in an orderly fashion. It was a sight that baffled Odette, who had thought of two cars at most. ¡°If you do not prefer a car, we will prepare a carriage.¡± ¡°¡­¡­no. I don¡¯t think that will be necessary.¡± Odette inspected the vast garage with dazed eyes. Classy hostess. Bastian¡¯s request once more registered in her mind, but the shock of the scene unfolding before her did not easily dissipate. ¡°Which car does my husband use the least?¡± Odette found a suitable answer after the servant struggled to answer. ¡°hmm¡­ I think it¡¯s this one, madam.¡± After thinking for a while, the attendant pointed to the car at the very back of the garage. It was a shiny yellow convertible that looked like new. ¡°Then I¡¯ll take that one.¡± Odette replied with the feeling of completing a troublesome homework. It seemed that she really needed a little more time to adapt to the world in Wonderland. CH 38 It was Odette. Franz recognized her at first glance. Odette was elegantly walking around the exhibition room filled with white summer light as if swimming. The gallery owner with a bright smile followed her like a shadow. While Franz was hesitant to approach, Odette approached a landscape painting hanging in the center of the room. It was a work worth seeing, but nothing special. Unfortunately, it seemed that she did not have a proper artistic eye. ¡°An excellent choice. It¡¯s a piece that will add value as the years go by.¡± Falling for the art dealer¡¯s candy coating, Odette eventually made the wrong choice. Franz sighed, swallowing the disappointment that spread like a sharp pain. In the moment of disillusionment he experienced every time he conversed with his fianc¨¦e, whose intellect was hard to find, Odette turned her back. In a corner where light did not reach hung a painting that he had been compelled to buy because of a personal acquaintance with the artist, but was left unattended because it had no chance of selling. It was the very work of art Franz had chosen. ¡°Can I buy this painting as well?¡± Odette did not think too long and made her decision. ¡°It hasn¡¯t yet been sold, but an interested customer is here¡­¡± The perplexed art dealer turned his head in amazement. Odette¡¯s gaze also naturally turned to Franz. ¡°Come to think of it, you two are family!¡± Belatedly remembering their relationship, the art dealer exclaimed loudly. Franz involuntarily adjusted his posture while holding his breath. Odette did not take long to recognize him. ¡°Hello Franz, long time no see.¡± Odette with a sociable smile greeted him first. Nervous, Franz swallowed dryly and stepped out of the shade. His brow furrowed as the bright light stung his eyes. ¡°The reason¡­¡­ May I ask why?¡± After staring quietly at Odette, Franz opened his mouth after a while. While Odette was pondering the meaning of the sudden question, Franz took a step closer. Perhaps because he had lost weight, but his impression looked more nervous and sharp. ¡°The reason you want to buy that painting.¡± (Franz) Franz lifted up his glasses with his fingertips and added an explanation. The puzzled gazes around him were not even on his radar. ¡°Because it is a beautiful piece.¡± Odette eased the awkward situation with a simple answer. But Franz showed no signs of backing down. ¡°Usually people criticize the artist for scattering colors without even knowing the basics of art. That¡¯s why the painter is still unable to escape the unknown.¡± (Franz) ¡°It may be so from a traditional point of view, but I think the standards of beauty are different for each person.¡± ¡°Then what do you particularly like about it?¡± (Franz) A different color began to appear in Franz¡¯s gray eyes, which had looked gloomy. ¡°It captures the flow of light and air like a dream. I especially like the colors that capture the time of dusk. The expression or subject matter isn¡¯t clear, but dreams are by nature ambiguous and beautiful. Isn¡¯t that right, Mr. Lindzer?¡± (Odette) Odette asked for help by seeking the opinion of the art dealer. Fortunately, he quickly nodded his head in agreement. ¡°Of course. That¡¯s what makes it particularly attractive. That friend has the same opinion, so don¡¯t worry, Mrs. Klauswitz.¡± ¡°The two of you must be very close.¡± (Odette) ¡°There is probably no one in the Lutz art world who does not know the name of Franz Klauswitz. He is a renowned collector. He is well versed in art, and when we have such conversations, he changes quite abruptly, but he doesn¡¯t mean anything bad¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m buying that painting.¡± Before the art dealer could finish talking, Franz suddenly interrupted. He sent Franz a stinging glare as if he was unhappy about recommending a cheap painting, but Franz didn¡¯t care. He (Franz) only looked at Odette with the same passion when he had discovered a hidden masterpiece. ¡°Look, Franz.¡± ¡°One day that one painting will be worth more than all the other works in this gallery combined. So trust your eyes, Odette.¡± (Franz) ¡°But didn¡¯t you decide to buy it before me?¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay. I can give it to one who knows the value.¡± Franz cautiously moved closer to Odette. His pale cheeks began to glow with new vigor. The shock and disappointment of the sudden news of his marriage, and the terrible sense of inferiority that stabbed him in his chest whenever he thought of the woman who had eventually been tainted by Bastian, disappeared like snow in an instant. What that vulgar beast (Bastian) had only violated was, at best, a body that was nothing more than an empty shell. It was not a subject that Franz dared to share spiritual sympathy with this woman. Therefore, Odette remained noble and innocent, a fact that delighted Franz. ¡°In exchange, could you make time for a cup of tea with me? I would like to help you choose paintings.¡± Franz mustered unprecedented courage. The explosive beating of his heart spread throughout his body. It was an ecstatic, too ecstatic sense of life. **** The first thing that caught his eye was the yellow car. Bastian found an unexpected face when he averted his gaze, drawn by the familiar color and shape. It was his wife, Odette. The woman wasn¡¯t supposed to be here, but he wasn¡¯t mistaken. Bastian stood in front of the large window in the lobby hall and stared at her. Odette walked out of the building that stood diagonally opposite the social club he was at. It was across a wide street, but Bastian recognized his wife without difficulty. The man next to her was surprisingly Franz. While the crease between Bastian¡¯s brow gradually deepened, the two had a fairly intimate and friendly conversation. Franz was talking mainly, and Odette listened with a smile on her face. It was a very different expression than when she reluctantly pulled her mouth up. Perhaps that place was an art gallery? It was a place that Bastian passed by every day, but had never paid attention to. It must be a sacred place for Franz, who was crazy about paintings. Maybe even that woman, Odette. It reminded him (Bastian) of the day when the spring snow fell quietly over a rather interesting scene. Odette had eagerly walked around the exhibition hall with her eyes twinkling. A deep love for beautiful and useless things. Now that he thought about it, she was quite similar to Franz. Erasing the memories of the afternoon when he counted the shadows of the snowflakes that fluttered on the face of the woman who was only engrossed in the paintings, Bastian left the club without hesitation. Why did she come here to meet Franz without permission? It was just as he descended the final stairway that he changed his mind. He wanted to hear the answer to that question directly from Odette. Franz held out what looked like a small folded note to Odette, who had just turned away. After a moment of hesitation, Odette eventually accepted it. Bastian couldn¡¯t see her face because her back was facing him, but he could read Franz¡¯s expression clearly. It was worth watching, as he was flustered like a dog needing to pee. It was a sight that would make his mother sick for days if she saw it. As the car carrying Franz left the gallery first, Odette headed towards the waiting yellow convertible. But she didn¡¯t get into the car. Bastian silently watched the woman act more and more incomprehensibly. After giving brief instructions to the driver, Odette started walking alone down the silvery, sun-drenched street. The hem of her blue skirt rippled along with her light steps. Although he had no interest in women¡¯s clothing, Bastian was able to recognize it nonetheless. It was the same dress that Odette had chosen on the day of the dinner party with the officers. Bastian laughed in amazement. It was as if he had caught a glimpse of the secret life of his wife, whom he had thought was meekly doing what she was told. Bastian lifted the cuffs of his shirt to check the time. All the important work was done, but there was a dinner appointment. It was a gathering for members of the polo club to hang out together. When Bastian looked up after tidying up his clothes, Odette was just turning the corner. Eventually, the woman¡¯s trace disappeared completely, and the street was just peaceful and relaxed as if she had never been there. Into the afternoon of a dazzling summer day, Bastian took a big step forward. *** The sun was hot, but it was not too hot in the shade. Odette, with a parasol open, leisurely browsed the show windows in the downtown area and then went to the bookstore. Golden dust with the smell of paper and ink floating among the quiet readers. After purchasing a carefully selected book, Odette hurried to the place marked out in advance. An open-air cafe on the street corner where she had come and gone to deliver lace before. It was the place where she used to wander around the entrance several times, pondering, and eventually turn around. ¡°Are you here with someone?¡± The waiter approached quietly and asked. ¡°No. I am alone.¡± ¡°Come this way, please.¡± The waiter with a kind smile led Odette to a table on the terrace. It was a place with a very nice view. After perusing the menu, Odette ordered coffee and a piece of chocolate cake topped with rich cream and foam. As she took out the book from her bag and opened it, she heard a knocking sound on the table. ¡°Hello, beautiful lady.¡± Came a greeting with a clear purpose. Odette flipped the page to show that she had no intention of having a conversation, but the man was still standing by the table. ¡°May I join you?¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but that¡¯s my husband¡¯s seat.¡± Odette told a skillful lie. It was the easiest and quickest way to get rid of the man who was flirting, but for some reason, the opponent didn¡¯t show any signs of backing down easily. ¡°Oh, I see.¡± The man with an impudent reply took the liberty of taking the seat across from her and sat down. Closing the book, Odette sighed in displeasure and raised her head. As she made eye contact with the uninvited guest, a sigh broke out involuntarily. The man smiling arrogantly was Bastian Klauswitz, Odette¡¯s husband. CH 39 Odette¡¯s coffee did not decrease by one sip. It was just left in place like it was until the abundant bubbles subsided and the steam cooled. The situation with the cake, where the chocolate was melting, was no different. After examining the table carefully, Bastian put down the teacup with force. Odette finally looked up after only looking down at nothing but her fingers. ¡°Eat.¡± Bastian gestured lightly at the coffee and cake she hadn¡¯t touched. ¡°I never thought I would run into you like this. How did you get here?¡± (Odette) Struggling, Odette stealthily changed the subject. The afternoon sunlight passing through the leaves shone gently on the face that smiled rather awkwardly. ¡°I had an appointment nearby. I found you in passing.¡± (Bastian) ¡°Ah¡­ yes. I see.¡± ¡°And you? I don¡¯t think I¡¯ve been informed that you¡¯ll be coming to Lutz. Am I remembering wrong?¡± (Bastian) ¡°No. I didn¡¯t report anything.¡± (Odette) ¡°Then why are you here?¡± (Bastian) Bastian¡¯s eyes narrowed. It was perplexing, as if she was being reprimanded, but Odette skillfully hid her emotions. ¡°I was asked by an interior decorator to pick out some paintings to hang on the wall. Originally, it was supposed to be taken care of next week, but when I heard that you weren¡¯t coming this weekend, I moved the schedule up a bit.¡± (Odette) ¡°Is that all?¡± (Bastian) After taking a sip of the cold coffee, Bastian asked calmly. Odette¡¯s eyes trembled slightly as she failed to find an appropriate answer. Time with Franz was easier. He had a way of speaking that made his opponent very perplexed but at least he didn¡¯t make her this uncomfortable. All she had to do was respond appropriately with a smile. It was different from Bastian, who made her feel so helpless just by looking at him. The longer they spent together, the more Odette found this man difficult and uncomfortable. She felt suffocated and all her nerves were on edge, it was hard to swallow even a sip of water. ¡°Yes.¡± (Odette) Odette eventually chose to lie. She didn¡¯t want to mention the name of his half-brother, which obviously irritated Bastian. Perhaps it might unnecessarily lead to the misunderstanding that she had recklessly met someone from his family. ¡°I had a little time to spare after stopping by the art gallery to buy some paintings. It has been a while since I¡¯ve been out, so it would be a pity to go back home without enjoying it.¡± Odette hid her uneasiness and nervousness with a smooth smile. She didn¡¯t like Bastian¡¯s deep blue eyes that seemed to see through her soul, but she endured it silently without avoiding it. The sound of ice crumbling permeated the tense silence. Bastian nodded his head as if he was convinced, and moistened his lips with half-melted ice water. As the evening sun set, the sunlight reached under the table. The swaying summer light enveloped Odette in a sweet false smile. Like that beautiful bridal veil she wore on the longest day of daylight. Placing the folded napkin he had wiped his wet hands on the table, Bastian looked at Odette with his arms loosely crossed. Apparently this woman was determined not to divulge her meeting with Franz. An absurd laugh broke out when he remembered his butler Lovis, who was worried about the madam who would be sadly waiting for her husband. For the first time, he seriously wondered what was going on in Odette¡¯s head. What kind of greed did she keep hidden behind the mask of pretending to be alone and sorrowful like a princess of a ruined country? What the hell was she thinking? What was he to her? Why did she dare to be so insolent and hateful? But Bastian didn¡¯t ask anything. If you peel off one layer, there¡¯s another layer. Beyond that one layer, another layer again. Because that woman, who seemed to have hidden herself under a thousand layers of veil, would not give that answer easily. ¡°Do you have any other appointments?¡± Bastian checked the watch on his wrist and asked. Odette smiled and shook her head. ¡°No. We agreed to meet with Hans in the plaza in front of City Hall by six.¡± ¡°Any other business?¡± ¡°No. I just¡­ I was thinking of going back to Ardennes after taking a short break here.¡± ¡°Ah, a break.¡± Coffee and cake, and an unread book. Bastian¡¯s gaze turned back to Odette as it passed the playground he had painstakingly prepared but was unable to enjoy in the end. ¡°Was it not enough for you to rest and enjoy that vast mansion all to yourself?¡± Bastian¡¯s tone was extremely calm even at the moment of sharp mockery. ¡°My wife is an exceptionally adaptable person. It was just yesterday that she was moving from one cheap rental house to another, but she got bored of living a luxurious life and is acting like this.¡± ¡°Are you accusing me now?¡± The forced smile disappeared from Odette¡¯s lips. Staring at the improved face, Bastian nodded. ¡°If you are not so stupid that you cannot hear the words, why do you keep repeating the same mistakes?¡± ¡°Is just one outing such a big fault that you must insult me like this? You broke your promise first, so I just adjusted my schedule accordingly.¡± ¡°Do you think we are on equal footing?¡± Bastian let out a soft sigh and furrowed his brows. ¡°I hired you for a fair price. It means I am your master until the day the contract expires.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°If you think you have the rights of a wife just because you¡¯re acting as a wife, you¡¯re sorely mistaken. If you are a servant, act like one. If you keep this in mind, you¡¯ll have a not so bad two years¡­what do you think?¡± ¡°¡­.¡± ¡°Answer me, Odette.¡± Bastian scolded Odette in a tone that felt all the more ruthless because of the lack of emotion. ¡°I¡¯ll keep that in mind.¡± Odette spoke after a long time after being stubbornly silent. The irreverent emotion in her strong reddened eyes was clear to read, but Bastian had no intention of continuing the conversation any longer. ¡°Very well. Now if you¡¯ll excuse me.¡± Bastian stood up without hesitation and approached Odette. ¡°I will see you off to where your car is waiting.¡± (Bastian) ¡°Is it an unbecoming servant-like answer if I say that I can go anywhere by myself?¡± Staring at Bastian, Odette asked a bold question. Despite the hurt look on her face, she sure didn¡¯t want to lose a word. ¡°I¡¯m glad you can make that level of judgment.¡± (Bastian) Bastian held out his hand with a wry smile. ¡°Thank you for your compliment.¡± (Odette) Odette said with an overly polite and a more provocative greeting, holding his offered hand as if to patronize him. Bastian took the cold hand, wrapped in a lace glove, in a strong grip. He could feel Odette¡¯s trembling through their clasped hands. It was an irritating yet sweet sensation. *** Dinner, later than usual, finally ended late at night. Odette stood up from the table, leaving the half eaten plate behind. She knew that at times like this, she needed to take care of herself and cheer up, but it seemed like it would be too much to do so. Odette walked down the silent hallway at a slower pace than usual. She felt like she was a buoy floating alone in the open sea. Then again, it was only a short wander. It was nothing more than an idle thought that would disappear when the sun rose. ¡°Today I will do it alone.¡± Odette excused the maids who had followed her and crossed the threshold of the bedroom with weary steps. She could feel the stinging glares of the maids who were frantic to find fault with, but she didn¡¯t have the energy left to care about it. Tired to the point of wanting to throw herself into bed right away, but Odette steadfastly went to the bathroom to bathe. She put on a clean nightgown and carefully combed her hair. By the time she stood up with a ribbon tied at the end of her braided hair, she felt much better. Staring at the passageway of the couple¡¯s bedroom, Odette suddenly felt empty and let out a deep sigh. She was so miserable and upset, but she didn¡¯t want to blame Bastian. She didn¡¯t come into this marriage without this level of resolution. Of course, the reality was harsher than she had vaguely guessed, but the fact that this marriage was the best that Odette could choose did not change. So I have to make it work. Controlling her weakening mind, Odette approached the table piled with mail. Going to bed in such a mood would have made it difficult for her to fall asleep easily. It was better to hold on to the odds and ends than to be depressed over the inevitable. Odette rolled up the sleeves of her nightgown and diligently read the letters and wrote a reply. Among them was a letter from her father. It was a letter filled with anger and swearing at the daughter who married a lowly man and disgraced the family. Concluding that it was fortunate that he had recovered his strength, Odette threw the shredded letter into the trash. It was soon followed by a letter from Sandrine, who had sent a gushing list of the furniture and jewelry she liked and the plants and flowers she wanted planted in the garden. Odette memorized a few items worth considering and wrote them down in her notebook. The name and contact information of the merchant who handled the finest Pelia-made ornaments written on the note Franz had given her was also added below it. Unable to find anything else to focus on, Odette lay down on the bed resignedly. The slow, gentle sound of the waves carried through the soft night breeze. Odette closed her eyes, erasing the ugly man¡¯s face that had never left her mind. She suddenly felt like an old woman who had lived too long, but she didn¡¯t keep it in her heart. Odette drifted off to sleep under the moonlight caressing her slightly curled back. The sound of the waves, her only support, stayed by her lonely bed until dawn broke. It¡¯s good. Everything is fine. The self reminder, like a gentle, comforting song, gave sweet consolation. CH 40 The car headed deeper and deeper into the mountain. Odette looked at the scenery outside the car window with anxious eyes. The road through the dense coniferous forest gave off a gloomy feeling as there was no light even in broad daylight. The wind that blew through the tall trees that seemed to pierce the sky was cool, quite different from the scorching heat of the hot sun below the mountain. ¡°Are you sure we¡¯re on the right path?¡± Odette¡¯s cautious question seeped into the dense silence. It was the first words she had spoken since leaving Ardennes. Tilting the tip of his chin, Bastian focused only on driving as he had always done. Odette didn¡¯t show it, though she was displeased with his insincere attitude, as if chasing away an annoying fly. Let¡¯s not get caught up in it. Reminding herself once again, Odette looked out the passenger window like before. There was a villa in a place like this? She was still dubious, but decided not to ask any more questions. It was pointless to talk to him anyway. The weekend, when she had to endure the man she didn¡¯t want to see, had come without fail. If there was a small consolation, it was that they had to visit the villa in the neighboring city at the invitation of the Demels. Thanks to that, they would not have to spend much time alone together, so she thought she could make it work. If that man was cooperative, she certainly would be. It would have been nice if a servant had gone with her instead. Odette let out a quiet sigh as she folded the book she hadn¡¯t read properly. Bastian said he would drive himself. He said the Demel¡¯s family would have enough manpower, so there¡¯s no need for servants. As a result, the maid and the servant, who had finished preparing for departure, stayed back. A man who had lived a more aristocratic life than any other aristocrat, and in some respects had been surprisingly unpretentious and pragmatic. Some ridiculed it as evidence of lowly bloodline, but Odette thought it was a quality worthy of high praise. Although she didn¡¯t feel that way about him right now. As the car pulled out of the dark coniferous forest, Odette let out a low exclamation. ¡°Oh¡­¡± Bastian glanced toward his wife, who had hastily rolled down the car window. Odette was staring at the Demel family¡¯s villa as if possessed. It was a place famous for its spectacular view, so the guests who were invited to this place for the first time usually showed the same reaction as Odette. Bastian slowed down a bit as he drove down the driveway leading to the villa. Beyond the rows of birch trees, the silvery surface of the water could be seen. It was a lake, the villa¡¯s greatest pride, created by melting glaciers.The peaks of the tall mountains surrounding it were covered in white with annual snow that did not melt even in midsummer. Perhaps because of the clean air, the colors of things here seemed exceptionally deep and vivid. The sky was high and blue, and the greenery was fresh, and so was the bright smile on the cold woman¡¯s face. Odette¡¯s protest had been absurd and Bastian laughed as it ended because of only one beautiful scenery. She was a woman who sometimes smiled with incredible innocence. Like a child with eyes sparkling with curiosity, eager to know and marvel at all things in the world. As usual, it was only a fleeting light that disappeared the moment her eyes met his¡­ Odette, who was looking at Bastian with eyes like a startled rabbit, hurriedly avoided her gaze. In the meantime, the car arrived in front of the villa where the Demel family servants were waiting. ¡°Today, please act your part.¡± Before getting out of the car, Bastian reminded her of the role of wife, as if admonishing an immature child. ¡°Yes. I will do my best to be a heartless winner. Before that, I have a question for you. Bastian.¡± Even at the moment of her pointed rejoinder, Odette maintained pretentious courtesy. ¡°Tell me.¡± ¡°Does the advice to win by any means still hold true even when the opponent is you?¡± Odette raised her claws again to no avail. ¡°I think you must answer since I¡¯m not allowed to do the thinking.¡± Staring blankly at her clumsy abomination, Bastian laughed at her with the face of a generous husband. ¡°Let¡¯s try to win sometimes. It will be fun.¡± Bastian replied arrogantly and got out of the driver¡¯s seat. It was then that the Marquis and Marchioness of Demel appeared. Bastian let out a light sigh and opened the passenger¡¯s door with a polite gesture. The perceptive Odette cooperatively took his proffered hand. ¡°You both look really good today. Newlyweds, after all!¡± Admiral Demel¡¯s exuberant laugh echoed through the sweet summer air as he watched them. After quickly exchanging glances, Odette and Bastian smiled affectionately. The newlyweds who had just been married for a month. It was a sight that perfectly suited the roles of the bride and groom drunk in dreamy love. *** The young Count was the last guest to arrive at the villa. The only family accompanying him was the young daughter, who had been held in the arms of her nanny. Odette was introduced to him by Marchioness Demel. It was after Bastian went hunting with the other guests. ¡°Count Xanders. A relative of my family, and also a distinguished scholar studying botany at the University of Lutz. And this is Mrs. Klauswitz. She is the wife of Captain Klauswitz, my husband¡¯s favorite subordinate and naval hero. She¡¯s his new bride, whom he married last month.¡± Marchioness Demel skillfully introduced the two of them. ¡°Maximin von Xanders. Congratulations on your marriage, Mrs. Klauswitz.¡± Count Xanders greeted Odette with a gentle smile. He was a very intelligent and warm-hearted man who looked like a scholar even if she hadn¡¯t been told beforehand. ¡°Odette Klauswitz. Thank you, Count.¡± It was a name she was not accustomed to hearing, but Odette delivered an impeccably smooth greeting. ¡°Come this way, Maximin,¡± said Marchioness Demel, leading Count Xanders to the tea table set under the pergola. He was in a seat facing Odette. He focused on tea time only after the nanny had entered the mansion holding his sleeping daughter. He was a kind father who cared very much for his child. The conversation at the tea table resumed naturally after a moment of interruption. The main character of the topic was Count Xanders, the last guest to appear at the social gathering after a long absence. Odette sipped fragrant tea and listened to the friendly conversation. Count Xanders had just returned home last month after spending some time in another country for a research he had undertaken. She finally understood why she had never come across his name in the capital¡¯s society before. ¡°Even after returning to Berg, he rarely showed his face at social gatherings, so everyone was worried that he might have a terrible illness.¡± When Marchioness Demel scolded him, Count Xanders shook his head with a slightly embarrassed smile. ¡°I was prioritizing spending time with my young daughter, whom I¡¯ve been away from for a while. Young children grow up really fast, you know. It¡¯s a time that will never come again, and every day is precious and worthwhile.¡± Count Xanders had a tone that resembled the sunlight of a summer afternoon. It was a voice that made people feel comfortable. His eyes, expressions, and small movements were the same. ¡°The Count is so kind and sweet.¡± ¡°Yes. That¡¯s what I want to say to my husband, who doesn¡¯t even know the age of his child properly.¡± ¡°Shouldn¡¯t we gather all the men who went out hunting and have Count Xanders give them a lecture?¡± As praise poured in from all over, Count Xanders¡¯ ears turned faintly red. A quiet smile spread across Odette¡¯s lips when she happened to see it. The man, a botanist, had an aura similar to the discipline he studied. ¡°But isn¡¯t Countess Xanders with you?¡± Curious about his wife, Odette asked, lowering her voice. The lieutenant colonel¡¯s wife, who was sitting next to her, slapped her with a startled look on her face. ¡°Be careful not to mention that name. Countess Xanders died during childbirth. Because of his wife¡¯s death, Maximin suffered a lot for a while. Because he really cared for and loved his wife. It is fortunate that he is still gaining strength to live by seeing his daughter who resembles her wife.¡± ¡°Ah. I see¡­¡± A look of bewilderment appeared on Odette¡¯s face when she heard about the unexpected tragedy. It was then that the group returned from hunting. Their mighty footsteps broke the tranquility of the summer afternoon. Bastian was the last to join the tea time. As he took off his hunting hat, his disheveled hair cascaded down over his forehead. His sweat-soaked platinum hair was a bit darker than usual. Bastian approached with a smooth smile on his face and naturally took Odette¡¯s hand in his. The smell of animal blood and gunpowder was a bit strong, but Odette accepted his ostentatious affection without showing anything. ¡°Yes! Captain Klauswitz and Count Xanders have never met before, have they?¡± Marchioness Demel, the seasoned hostess, stepped forward to introduce her two guests. ¡°Pleased to meet you. I¡¯m Bastian Klauswitz.¡± After the hostess¡¯ introduction, Bastian offered his hand for a handshake first. It was against the etiquette for the lower class to go first, but Count Xanders didn¡¯t mind. He seemed to be of the kind that was not bound by pretensions. ¡°Nice to meet you, Captain Klauswitz, it¡¯s an honor to meet the hero you see in the newspapers.¡± Bastian and Count Xanders shook hands in a friendly atmosphere. Odette stared blankly at the two men, who bore no resemblance, even looked like different species. If she were to get married someday, she wanted to be the wife of a man as warm as the sun. To be a couple who live in a peaceful atmosphere like a calm water flowing, living together, sharing friendship, and becoming a comfortable home for each other. In the end, though, she became the fake wife of the man at the opposite end of her wish. Odette averted her gaze, seized by a slightly strange feeling. The sun was slowly setting beneath the snow-covered mountains. Odette suddenly realized at that moment that she had come a long way. CH 41 The raucous melody and merrymaking faded away as Odette ascended to the third floor, where the guest chamber awaited her. Guided by a maid, she stepped inside the room located at the eastern end, and though the darkness obscured her sight, she knew that, in the light of day, the bedroom boasted a stunning panorama of the tranquil lake and lush forest beyond the slope. ¡°I¡¯ll manage on my own.¡± She thanked the maid for helping her get dressed and continued to get ready by herself after that, embracing the pleasure of being independent. Her head spun slightly from the effects of alcohol, but she was still able to steady herself. As she removed her wedding ring, she stepped into the bathroom and started running the bathwater, its soothing sound echoing through the room. had she truly been a good wife? A wave of doubt washed over her. The bathtub filled with warm water and Odette allowed herself a moment of reflection. She deeply appreciated Marchioness Demel¡¯s kindness and hospitality, which had allowed her to play the part of Mrs. Klauswitz in a much more relaxed environment than usual. She had savored the exquisite food and pleasant conversations, free from the usual need for vigilance and tension. It was a break from the constant battle of wits she faced every day. A sudden thought occurred to her as she struggled to stay awake,. Maybe, just maybe, she could find what she was looking for in Bastian¡¯s memories. With determination in her eyes, she delved deep into his mind, sifting through the memories like a detective on the hunt for a clue. So she worked, and even helped stealing glances at Bastian, afraid he might notice her distraction and admonish her once again for not doing her duty. Despite his stoic demeanor, she sensed his mood shift slightly, perhaps wondering what was going through her mind. Bastian¡¯s warm laughter and soft gazes filled the dining table with light, making Odette feel at ease in his company. As the night drew to a close, it was Bastian who urged Odette to retire to their room, even though he himself had been drinking more than usual. ¡®Good night Odette.¡¯ As Odette climbed the stairs, she could still hear the echoes of Bastian¡¯s voice When she caught his eye, she wondered if his sweet greeting was merely an act. But his smile was genuine, and there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes that she couldn¡¯t quite decipher. Odette sighed in relief when she came to a rough conclusion and shut off the water. She then noticed the large window that spanned the entire wall past the bathtub. She glanced through the window with a confused head as she walked over to close the curtains. The night sky above was a dazzling display of twinkling stars, like a vast ocean above her head. With a sudden impulse, Odette flung open the window, drawn by the mesmerizing beauty of the midsummer night. The Milky Way arched above, accompanied by the rustling whispers of trees and the symphony of insects. The reason for the large bathroom window finally became clear to her. Odette was enthralled by the enchanting scene for a long while, until she turned away, leaving the window open behind her. With the room dimmed, she shed her gown, ready to slip into the inviting waters of the bathtub. The ripples ceased, and the bathroom went silent once again. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The haunting howls of coyotes echoed through the dark expanse of the black forest, their calls piercing the stillness of the night. Bastian halted in his steps and gazed out the window in the hallway, where clusters of stars twinkled in the moonless sky. Memories flooded his mind as he reminisced about the special classes held during nights like these, when the family trained to prepare for unforeseen circumstances and groom a capable successor to lead them into the future. In the world of immunity-receiving teachers, cruelty was the norm. Yet, a few were exceptions, and their kind-heartedness and deep thinking were rare commodities. Unfortunately, such teachers seldom lasted long. Bastian¡¯s longest-standing teacher was a retired army officer stripped of his rank for his cruel treatment of soldiers. However, to Bastian¡¯s father, he was a great mentor. After tearing his gaze away from the dim horizon, Bastian continued on his way. Although he was heavily intoxicated, his judgment remained unimpaired. The invitation to Admiral Demel¡¯s party was always accompanied by the promise of overflowing glasses and bottomless bottles, and Bastian had often succumbed to the temptations of the night. But tonight was different. Tonight, he chose a different path, one that did not lead him to the bottom of the bottle. He knew that just the right amount of alcohol would lull him into a peaceful slumber, and so he drank enough to take the edge off. As he made his way to his room, a strange sensation crept up his spine. Had Odette already gone to bed? He hesitated for a moment before quietly pushing open the door. The lamp on the bedside table cast a warm glow over the empty bed, signaling to him that she was not there. But as he stood there, a sweet melody reached his ears, drawing him in like a siren¡¯s call. The sound, a gentle hum, echoed through the darkness like a lullaby. Bastian followed it, his body moving of its own accord, until he stood before the half-open bathroom door. Without a second thought, he flung the door open, revealing Odette in all her glory. In a mesmerizing moment, Bastian realized the source of the haunting melody was none other than Odette. Her enchanting voice echoed through the room like a spell, casting him under its spell. As he stood frozen in place, he gazed upon the breathtaking sight of her, submerged in the bath by the window. She appeared like a siren, tempting him to join her in the cool, clear water. Her song was like a dream, lulling him into a trance. In the darkness, her naked form shone like a beacon, her vulnerability exposed for all to see. Lost in the moment, she remained oblivious to his presence. Bastian fought back a sudden surge of unease and a feeling of hollowness, balling his hands into fists. And just as he did, a gust of wind swept through the trees beyond the dark forest, causing the leaves to rustle and creating a wave of sound that shattered the silence of the night. Odette abruptly stopped singing and turned her head, following the direction of the wind. Her eyes locked onto Bastian¡¯s, and in that moment, the transparent darkness of the midsummer night seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them. But then, fear flashed across her face, and she stared at him blankly. A sharp scream threatened to escape her lips, but Bastian acted quickly, intuited the crisis, and moved to prevent it. With lightning-fast reflexes, Bastian launched himself towards the bathtub and clamped his hand over Odette¡¯s mouth to stifle her scream. Despite her feeble attempts to resist, his strength easily subdued her. The silence of the midsummer night was restored as the wind that had shaken the forest gradually died down. Bastian¡¯s heart raced as he strained to hear any sign of movement outside the bathroom door. The muffled chatter and laughter of the partygoers slowly faded away, indicating that the night¡¯s festivities had finally come to an end. With a relieved sigh, Bastian turned his attention back to Odette, who was now visibly shaken and as pale as a ghost. It was hard for him to reconcile this vulnerable, frightened woman with the bold and bewitching creature he had encountered just moments before. His eyes searched for any sign of understanding from her, trying to make sense of the bizarre occurrence. His grip remained firm, ready to act swiftly in case of any sudden movements or surprises. Odette¡¯s body quivered under Bastian¡¯s touch, her resistance growing stronger as his gaze trailed down her slender neck, tracing the path of blue veins and down to her clavicle. The drops of water on her heaving chest glistened in the soft light, falling into the still water with a gentle plink. As the noises of the partygoers faded away, Bastian lifted his gaze from her body. ¡°Shhh.¡± Bastian gestured to be quiet, placing a finger over his lips. Odette¡¯s eyes widened with fear, but she obediently nodded. Bastian released his grip on Odette and rose to his feet, with a quick motion, he tossed a towel towards the trembling woman, who eagerly snatched it up and wrapped it around her shivering form. Odette¡¯s breaths came in rapid gasps, as if she had just narrowly escaped some great danger. ¡°What brought you here? Why¡­¡± Odette struggled to breathe and stuttered over her words. Bastian greeted her eyes with clear, bewildered eyes, and he soon understood the situation. ¡°Did you truly believe this room was meant for you alone?¡± His frustration was tangible, evident in the way he licked his parched lips and let out an exasperated laugh. ¡°Originally, we¡­¡± ¡°Why don¡¯t we inform Admiral Demel, the Emperor¡¯s confidant, right away?¡± Bastian¡¯s voice cut through the air, ¡°Dear You Grace. you see, our marriage is a charade. We are merely playing the roles of a married couple, and we don¡¯t even share a bed. It would be greatly appreciated if we could have another room, separate from each other. Could that be arranged?¡° ¡°I¡¯m¡­¡­sorry,¡± Odette¡¯s voice trembled as she spoke, ¡°I had hoped that you would find a solution to our problem, but¡­ I was wrong.¡± her voice laced with tears and barely audible in the darkness. Her hand shook as she reached up to wipe her flushed face, as if trying to snap out of her daze, but it seemed to have little effect. ¡°Clean up and come out.¡± Bastian exited the bathroom and shut the door behind him, finally catching sight of his own disheveled, damp appearance. After hastily patting himself dry, he stepped out onto the balcony for a smoke. As he exhaled a cloud of white smoke, his gaze drifted downwards and he realized that his arousal had not yet abated. With a wry laugh, Bastian released another plume of smoke and let out a mix of a sigh and a curse. CH 42 A melody of nature resonated through the air as the trees rustled and swayed to the rhythm of the wind. Odette¡¯s eyes fluttered up and her chest jumped up and down quickly as she emerged from the depths of her dreadful nightmares. She wasn¡¯t aware of her surroundings or where she was till the sleepiness subsided for a short while. Her lips parted with a gentle exhale, a quiet admission of her unintended slumber. She shifted her gaze towards the bed on the opposite end of the darkened room. She found Bastian lying, still and serene, in the same supine posture as before. Odette released the tension that had held her captive, rising from her chair with a hushed step. With a soft touch, she drew the curtains closed, cutting off the intrusive moonlight. She swiveled on her heel, her eyes drawn to the clock that loomed on the wall opposite. The hands seemed to have crawled across the face of time at a glacial pace, and despite the seemingly endless wait, it was still the dead of night. A few more moments of patience were required before the world awoke from its slumber. Odette¡¯s eyes remained fixated on the deserted expanse of the left side of the bed, her heart thrumming with unease. Though it had been allotted to her by Bastian, the thought of invading his space was daunting, leaving it a hollow shell of what it could be. Bastian¡¯s composure remained unchanged as he finished his nightly routine, slipping into bed without sparing even a single glance in her direction. She felt like a prisoner, trapped and isolated within the confines of their shared space. As though he had erased her very existence, leaving behind only a ghostly apparition of a fake so called wife. Bastian, unpredictably, refused to acknowledge it as a trouble. Determined to banish her doubts, Odette steeled herself and approached the bed. The dawn was luxuriously chilly, even amidst the sweltering heat of summer in the mountainous region. She chided herself for lingering in fear, especially when she had the luxury of a safe haven to rest in. It was pointless to fret and stew over the mistake that had already been made. Perhaps she should take a page out of Bastian¡¯s book and be bold in her actions. Odette worked up the confidence to sit on the side of the bed, determined to forget everything at this moment. Thankfully, Bastian did not awaken. Even while sleeping, he was charming. His forehead was covered in golden thread-like hair, and his eyelashes were long and straight. He had an old scar below his collarbone. Her scrutinizing gaze locked onto his hand, lingering on the glittering platinum ring that rested upon his chest. It was the emblem of their fraudulent marriage, a stark reminder of the deceit that they had woven. Overwhelmed with a sudden wave of shame, Odette recoiled and fled from the bed as if running from a nightmare. Her hands, adorned with the same ring as Bastian¡¯s, felt foreign and heavy as she buried them behind her back. It was akin to the feeling she had experienced years ago, on a bright spring day when she had first set out to peddle her wares of delicate lace. The memories flooded back with unwelcome clarity, threatening to swallow her whole. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian stirred just as the first rays of dawn crept over the horizon, heralding the start of a new day. Regardless of when he had turned in for the night, he awoke with the same unwavering consistency each morning. It was a routine that had been honed and refined over the years. Without a moment¡¯s hesitation, Bastian rose from his slumber as the grogginess dissipated, his eyes scanning the empty expanse of the bed beside him. The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning: Odette was not there. Bastian delicately shut his eyes and then swiftly opened them, hastily rising from the bed. The seat where Odette had perched just the night before remained unoccupied. The seething fury that had previously consumed him at the mere notion of the woman who had fled from this very room dissipated into nothingness. As he made his way towards the wardrobe to change, he discovered his wife reclined on a lengthy sofa, her face directed towards the fireplace. Odette lay there, enveloped in unfamiliar furniture covers, slumbering in a tightly coiled position. Bastian gazed upon the pathetic sight, feeling a sense of confusion wash over him. Against the coldness of the room, he realized that she had not sought comfort beside the man she held in contempt. The sheer audacity of her pride evoked a laughter from him. Odette, A name that Bastian had known all too well for far too long. He swallowed the bitter taste of it on the tip of his tongue, approaching her reclined figure on the sofa with cautious steps. He knew it was best to rouse her and send her off to bed, but he couldn¡¯t help but doubt whether Odette would comply without resistance. With a heavy heart, Bastian let out a low sigh and gradually leaned in closer to his slumbering wife. Just as he began to lift the covers off of her, Odette¡¯s eyes flickered open, startling him from his thoughts. ¡°Stay put, don¡¯t move,¡± Bastian spoke in a composed tone as he lifted her frigid form. For a moment, Odette gazed at Bastian with hazy eyes before launching into an intense struggle. Though she refrained from screaming, she pushed and writhed with all her might, as if Bastian had committed an unspeakable offense against her. Fortunately, she didn¡¯t lack the sense to raise a ruckus. ¡°Calm down.¡± Bastian spoke in a stern tone, but his wife paid no heed. Growing increasingly irritated by her stubbornness and unyielding nature, Bastian clambered over the body of the woman he had just released. With a steely resolve, he grasped her arms and forcefully pinned them down onto the sofa, finally bringing an end to her senseless resistance. Despite trembling with fear, Odette¡¯s frigid stare never wavered as she locked eyes with him. ¡°I don¡¯t want you here! Get off!¡± she gasped, struggling for breath and issuing a scathing command. Bastian gradually lowered his head, meeting the unwavering gaze of the formidable woman beneath him. It was a sight to behold as her cheeks burned crimson, her hair tousled and her bosom heaving with ragged breaths. ¡°What¡¯s so amusing?¡± Bastian chuckled as he restrained Odette, who was writhing with all her might. Overwhelmed by the sheer might and his power, Odette was struck silent, her lips pursed tightly shut. As his body pressed against hers, it sent shivers down her spine, and his piercing gaze made her feel utterly exposed, as though she were standing naked before him. ¡°Enlighten me. What was it that I intended to do?¡± Bastian inquired. Despite attempting to lift her legs in lieu of her bound arms, Odette was swiftly overpowered by him. As she wriggled beneath him, she was taken aback by the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her tightly pressed lower body, causing her to shake her head frantically in denial. ¡°I won¡¯t do anything, anything that isn¡¯t agreed to in the contract!¡± Odette exclaimed vehemently. ¡°You¡¯re mistaken, Odette. Despite your reluctance, I am your husband, and that is the essence of our contract,¡± ¡°It was you who presented the contract on the premise that our marriage was nothing more than a sham!¡± Odette¡¯s voice rose in pitch with each passing word. Despite the hushed silence that pervaded the entire third floor, it was only a matter of time before the guests would awaken. Bastian placed one hand on the sofa¡¯s armrests and gently squeezed Odette¡¯s hands together. As he gripped her chin with his other hand, a loud moan escaped her mouth. ¡°Please keep your word.¡± With an expression that betrayed her desperation, Odette pleaded with Bastian to honor his commitment. But Bastian¡¯s features remained stern and his lips formed a cruel smile. The marriage had to proceed as agreed, that much was clear to him. He had no intention of deviating from their contract. Once his dealings with the emperor were concluded, he would discard her like a used tissue and move on to bigger and better things. Bastian let out a deep, intense breath as he gripped Odette¡¯s chin firmly. Since the day they met, he knew that she was meant to be his, despite the reasons that led to their marriage. Therefore, until the end of their agreement, he had every right to claim what was rightfully his. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a tool, a pawn in his grand scheme. He had given her everything she had, and she owed him everything. If he decided to be cruel and show her no mercy, he had every right to do so. He knew that the concept of favor was fickle and superficial, and he had no intention of being swayed by it. ¡°If you don¡¯t move straight away, I¡¯ll scream.¡± As the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, Odette felt a wave of panic wash over her. Desperate for a way out, she resorted to making empty threats, hoping to intimidate Bastian into moving. However, little did she know that Bastian was one step ahead of her, fully aware of her intentions. ¡°Give it a try.¡± Bastian responded to Odette¡¯s challenge with an arrogant laugh, completely unfazed. As she glared at him with contempt, their distance dwindled to nothing. Before she could even react, she felt his hot breath on her lips and his tongue pushing into her mouth, overwhelming her with a sudden, unexpected desire. Odette fought valiantly, having lost even the little bits of dignity she had been barely preserving. Damn the deal, she thought to herself. She might have screamed for assistance. Whatever she desired. She ought to have. But Odette couldn¡¯t even breathe properly, let alone scream. Bastian sucked Odette¡¯s lips and twisted his tongue as though trying to take everything away while enclosing her beneath his big, muscular body. The kiss was just like a predator stalking its prey. Intense and passionate. Despite being in a state of distress, Odette summoned all her strength and twisted her body as Bastian was momentarily distracted. With her hands finally freed from bondage, she fiercely pushed him away, landing punches and scratching him. However, even after the fierce confrontation, Bastian remained unmoved. Just as Odette was on the verge of despair and feeling helpless, Bastian¡¯s lips suddenly parted from hers. Seizing the moment, she let out a cry of indignation and injustice before delivering a swift slap across his face, Slap! The resounding sound echoing through the room. Odette glared up at him with fury, her hands trembling from the adrenaline. Against the stinging sensation on her lips, she refused to back down. Bastian couldn¡¯t help but feel foolish for underestimating her. He leaned back, running his fingers through his hair as he contemplated his mistake. It was clear that he had underestimated the strength and tenacity of his so-called ¡°wife.¡± Bastian chuckled, finding the defeated yet determined look on Odette¡¯s face amusing. It was refreshing to see her finally embracing the art of strategy, like a true Klauswitz. Despite the unsuccessful attempt to strike him again, Bastian found her tenacity intriguing. It certainly made his job more captivating. Catching the wrist he had grasped at once, Bastian devoured Odette¡¯s lips again with even more fury. Much resistance followed, but Bastian eventually lost patience with it. Bastian grabbed hold of Odette¡¯s breasts without hesitation, shoving his hand inside her pyjamas, which had already rolled up to her waist. His tongue crushed and absorbed Odette¡¯s screams and moans. Odette¡¯s body trembled as she tried to suppress her cries. Everything was a blur, and she couldn¡¯t comprehend what was happening. But amidst the confusion, one thing was crystal clear ¨C Bastian¡¯s desire for her. It radiated off him like a palpable force, overpowering and all-consuming. Bastian¡¯s hand suddenly crept inside her underpants just as it got too painful to bear. She wasn¡¯t aware of what was happening until he began lewdly stroking her inner thighs. Odette was caught off guard, unsure of what to do next, and closed her eyes in shock. She reprimanded herself, trying not to cry, and begged for divine guidance, pleading for clarity of thought. However, the sound of Bastian¡¯s lecherous actions continued to increase in volume, making it almost impossible for her to concentrate. ¡°Bastian.¡± As Bastian¡¯s lips met hers once more, Odette summoned her courage and dared to open her eyes. She was met with the cool, collected gaze of Bastian¡¯s piercing blue eyes. ¡°Bastian.¡± As the commotion outside the room grew louder, Odette clung onto Bastian¡¯s face, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whispered his name. Their gaze locked onto each other, but the noise from the corridor continued to seep into the room, threatening to disrupt their moment. ¡°Help me out.¡± Odette¡¯s voice shook with desperation as she spoke. Despite the fact that he was the one causing her distress, he was still the only one she could turn to for help. ¡°Bastian, please¡­ help me.¡± She squeezed her eyes shut, struggling to keep her composure amidst the chaos that surrounded them. The noise from outside the door threatened to overwhelm her, but she clung to the hope that Bastian would hear her plea and come to her aid. A boisterous, hearty laugh pierced through the tense silence, sending shivers down her spine. The sound of heavy footsteps followed, indicating the arrival of a large and powerful man. Bastian¡¯s response was a mirthful chuckle laced with profanity as he rose to his feet. The room was suddenly illuminated by a stream of sunlight, casting an unflattering light on Odette¡¯s disheveled and quivering form. Bastian carelessly threw the furniture covers onto the ground beside Odette, who was still shaking from the recent encounter. He could still smell her arousal on his fingers as he wiped his moist lips, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and disgust. He pulled down Odette¡¯s gown, which had been pushed up to her waist, and rose from the couch, not bothering to glance at her. As he left, he couldn¡¯t help but think about his wife, who had proven to be a cunning and ruthless victor. CH 43 The visitors split into two separate groups as they approached the forest¡¯s entrance. The women and kids travelled down the valley on a lovely excursion with plans to enjoy a delightful picnic while the men, commanded by Admiral Demel, set off on a fishing expedition to catch some trout. ¡°Exercise caution and be mindful of your steps. We don¡¯t want to lead our guests into a treacherous terrain,¡± advised Marquis Demel before venturing into the enchanting birch forest with his entourage. Standing at the far end of the group, Bastian and Odette gave each other a quick glance before dispersing. No special words were exchanged, as usual, only lifeless emotions portrayed their face. ¡°Father!¡± A child¡¯s breathless scream shattered the peaceful ambiance of the forest path. It was the voice of Count Xanders¡¯ young daughter, who had let out a piercing cry that reverberated through the woods. The serene ambience of the forest trail was abruptly disrupted by the piercing cry of a breathless child. It was none other than the young daughter of Count Xanders, who had let out an alarming scream that echoed through the woods. Bastian swiveled his head towards the source of the commotion and saw the child, who had become separated from her father, sobbing uncontrollably, as if her entire world had come crashing down. It was common for children to cry and seek comfort, so he wasn¡¯t particularly surprised by the sight of Count Xanders running towards his weeping daughter. However, the tender display of affection between father and child was foreign to him, having grown up without experiencing it himself. Count Xanders immediately took charge of the situation, comforting his child with tender care. He held her close, showered her with affectionate kisses, and wiped away her tears with the corner of his sleeve, a heartwarming sight that left Bastian feeling somewhat envious. The child¡¯s cries gradually stopped, making it appear as though Count Xanders¡¯ persuasive words had worked like magic. Her small hands, which had held tenaciously to her father¡¯s collar, continued to hold on in an apparent attempt to find solace and certainty. As a hint of embarrassment crept over Count Xanders¡¯ face, Odette stepped in, bringing a bright ray of hope, who stepped forward with an air of confidence. She deftly plucked a vibrant wildflower and approached the father and daughter with a gentle smile on her lips. As soon as she handed the flower to the child, a sudden burst of joy erupted from within the little one, and she began to wave it back and forth gleefully. In the meantime, Odette gave yet another hidden flower from behind her back, holding it out with grace and elegance. One by one, the flowers kept coming, each one more beautiful than the last, until the entire family was surrounded by a glorious bouquet of wildflowers that seemed to dance and sway to an invisible tune. Count Xanders but felt immensely grateful for Odette¡¯s kindness, which had transformed a moment of embarrassment into a dazzling display of beauty and joy magically. Odette kept displaying each vibrant flower, and the child¡¯s giggles grew louder and more exuberant, her laughter echoing through the forest like a sweet melody. By the time the last flower was offered, all eyes were fixed on Odette, who become the center of attention. Seizing the opportunity, Odette tenderly embraced Count Xanders¡¯ daughter, whose beaming smile revealed a newfound happiness that seemed to have eclipsed her father¡¯s absence. After expressing his profound gratitude, Count Xanders bid farewell to the group and returned to his fishing expedition, while Odette and the child made their way back, hand in hand. As they walked, Odette¡¯s once-icy demeanor melted away, replaced by a gentle smile that radiated warmth and kindness. For a brief moment, the forest was filled with a sense of peace and contentment, as if everything in the world was right and good. Count Xanders approached with an apologetic smile on his face, his eyes skimpy a hint of discomfort. ¡°I apologize for any inconvenience we may have caused you unintentionally,¡± he said. ¡°My daughter is shy and anxious, but it seems she has taken a liking to Mrs. Klauswitz.¡± Bastian nodded in understanding, his lips curving ever so slightly to convey his empathy. He could sense that Count Xanders was a loving father who cared deeply for his daughter, despite his initial reluctance to join the group. As the two men exchanged a brief moment of mutual respect, the forest around them seemed to breathe life, becoming alive with a newfound sense of camaraderie and understanding. They soon came across a rocky byway. At the very end of the trail stood Admiral Demel¡¯s fishing location. The road grew steeper and narrower as they ascended higher. The soldiers had no trouble ascending the mountain, but nobles who were unfamiliar with the environment naturally lagged behind. As the lagging guests struggled to keep up, Admiral Demel leaned in and issued a secret order to Bastian. ¡°You must help Count Xanders,¡± he whispered urgently, his eyes betraying a sense of concern. ¡°He has asthma.¡± Bastian turned his head to look at Count Xanders, who had fallen out of rank, wheezing and gasping for breath. Despite his initial hesitation to join the group, it was clear that the Count was in dire need of assistance, and Bastian knew he had to act fast. With a sense of urgency in his step, he rushed over to the Count¡¯s side, ready to offer whatever help he could. Bastian began speaking up, concerned. ¡°Then perhaps he shouldn¡¯t be forced to climb the mountain,¡± he suggested, eyeing Count Xanders with a worried expression. But Admiral Demel was quick to dismiss his concerns. ¡°His symptoms are not very severe. Besides, he came here for an important purpose, so he won¡¯t give up easily.¡± ¡°Another purpose besides fishing?¡± Bastian wondered what other motives Count Xanders might have had for joining the group, especially if he was willing to risk his health to achieve them. Admiral Demel chuckled and shook his head. ¡°Maxime is not interested in fishing in the slightest. Instead, he has a passion for flowers and grasses. In fact, there is a habitat of rare plants on this mountain that he¡¯s hoping to collect samples from. He¡¯s quite the character, a really nice guy, but definitely eccentric.¡± ¡°We should make sure that Maxime doesn¡¯t feel embarrassed during the climb. I¡¯ll speak with him to ensure that he won¡¯t have to be carried on anyone¡¯s back.¡± Despite how awful the assignment was, Bastian was happy to accept it. He complied because he was told to do so. There was no reason to allow other ideas or feelings to influence such a straightforward situation. As Bastian resumed his journey, Count Xanders offered an apologetic smile. ¡°I¡¯m sorry for the trouble,¡±. ¡°Shall I lend you a hand with your baggage?¡± Bastian offered his assistance, but Count Xanders declined the offer with a wave of his hand, ¡°No need, it¡¯s not that heavy. Your company is more than enough.¡± And with that, he strode ahead while Bastian adjusted his pace to match his. The two men talked quite briefly as they proceeded down the mountain trail. Count Xanders had a pretty dignified and polished way of speech, in contrast to his reputation as a plant-obsessed weirdo. Politics, the financial market, and sports. Also, he had more than a basic understanding of topics related to men¡¯s social abilities. Despite all that, He obviously didn¡¯t appear interested in anything at all. ¡°Wait!¡± Count Xander screamed out as he was moving along and gazing at the ground. Bastian paused after scowling. Count Xanders hurried over and knelt down at the same instant. He was directly in front of a small patch of grass on the road that Bastian had nearly crushed. With a small shovel in hand and a bag slung over his shoulder, Count Xanders carefully dug up a patch of grass. Despite his otherwise reserved demeanor, his expression betrayed a sense of excitement and triumph as he revealed his discovery. ¡°No matter how much I looked for it, I couldn¡¯t find it, but here it is,¡± he exclaimed. ¡°Is this the plant you were searching for?¡± ¡°No, but it is just as invaluable.¡± Count Xanders delicately removed the dirt from the roots and used a clean paper to wipe them. With great care, he wrapped the grass and packed it. When Bastian arrived at the valley where they planned to go fishing, his goal was completed. Count Xanders graciously thanked everyone and then departed to find the target plant. While he appeared to be fatigued, he would occasionally gasp for air, but even then, his upright stance remained unaltered. Bastian sat on a rock beneath a canopy of larch trees. Suddenly he got a feeling of d¨¦j¨¤ vu. Here was where the water that flowed through the narrow valley began to collect. Why did he feel like he had seen this before? As Bastian¡¯s fingers curled around the fishing rod, the answer to a lingering question sprang to mind like a fish leaping out of the water. And with a jolt, he echoed the name ¡°Odette,¡± his head swiveling towards some unseen presence. With a steadfast determination, Count Xanders roamed the hillside in search of blades of grass. Along the way, he had traversed a path from apathy towards his fellow beings to a genuine fondness and devotion to things of little practical value. Indeed, Maximin von Xanders bore a striking resemblance to his beloved wife, Odette ¨C a fact not lost on those who knew them both. Bastian¡¯s eyes fluttered open when the image of Odette lying on the sofa with the furniture covers draped over her filled his mind. But what caught his attention were the blindingly dark green eyes that stared back at him, as if daring him to relive the memories that haunted him. Memories flooded in ¨C the feeling of filth that had washed over him as he looked down at her, the tingling sensation that still lingered even now. But he refused to let them consume him. He then hurled the fishing line out into the water, as if casting away the thoughts that threatened to drag him under. The valley was filled with the sound of unrelenting river flow and wind rustling through the trees. His pointless recollections quickly vanished after that enlivening event. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Can you believe it?¡± Marchioness Demel scoffed, her tone laced with disbelief. ¡°He claimed he was weary of the water, yet he up and moves to a villa nestled deep in the mountains, where he spends his days fishing and boating. The man hasn¡¯t the slightest clue what he truly wants.¡± She shook her head, her expression a mixture of exasperation and amusement. ¡°It¡¯s a wonder he hasn¡¯t driven himself mad with all this indecisiveness.¡± When the words of criticism for her husband spilled from her lips, the Marchioness Demel¡¯s countenance remained awash with deep-seated affection. This was a familiar sight, as even the most esteemed ladies of the court engaged in verbal skirmishes over the shortcomings of their own spouses. Odette, meanwhile, found solace in the pleasant chatter as she cradled a child in her arms, offering soothing comfort. While Alma struggled to keep her eyes open, eager to continue playing, she eventually succumbed to slumber¡¯s embrace. ¡°Mrs. Klauswitz possesses a remarkable gift for tending to children. It¡¯s evident that you have the makings of a fine mother,¡± remarked one of the noble ladies, causing the attention of the group to shift suddenly towards Odette. The earlier tales of marital discord and discontentment paled in comparison to the prospect of discussing motherhood and child-rearing skills. ¡°Let¡¯s pause here and take a breather. Please, go ahead,¡± Marchioness Demel gestured, prompting the nanny who had been waiting nearby to approach. Odette handed the baby over, not being able to hold on any longer, while the noble women were having tea while sitting by the ravine. ¡°Lady Klauswitz and her husband are both wonderful individuals, and I¡¯m sure they will bring a beautiful child into this world,¡± One of the Lady commented with a warm smile ¡°My husband is already vying to be the godfather of the Klauswitz¡¯s unborn child. It¡¯s quite embarrassing, really,¡± Another noble lady added with a chuckle. ¡°As for me, I shall make room for the grandparents of the child-to-be. Both my son and daughter-in-law are eagerly anticipating parenthood, Mrs. Klauswitz,¡± Someone chimed in. The playful jabs directed at the new bride were met with raucous laughter from the group. Odette¡¯s head hung low, an awkward smile playing across her lips. The words of praise she had received had been delivered with such ease, yet they left her feeling self-conscious. Was it due to that regrettable incident? Desperate for respite, Odette left the uncomfortable scene and wandered over to a group of young wives frolicking in the water. Unconsciously, she began to make her way up the valley in search of a quiet spot. But the more she tried to push the memory aside, the more it nagged at her. Questions about the man she couldn¡¯t quite comprehend flooded her mind, refusing to be ignored. Odette ventured deeper into the wilderness and the distant murmur of human voices faded into silence. Gasping for air, she collapsed onto a flat rock overlooking a breathtaking valley, her heart pounding with the thrill of quest. But her exhilaration was short-lived, as she was forced to endure the vicious insults of a man who treated her like a mere possession, bought and sold at an exorbitant price. Despite her compliance, she seethed with a fiery indignation, vowing to never forget the injustice done to her. Finally, as she rubbed her lips in frustration, she realized that her rage would not be quenched until she had exacted her revenge on the callous, unscrupulous man who had betrayed her trust. Despite the turmoil raging within her, Odette bore her anguish in silence, knowing deep down that Bastian¡¯s words held a painful truth. Their relationship was a farce, a mere charade of meaningless transactions and empty promises. But as she pondered the broken promises and heartless betrayal, a flicker of anger ignited within her. Why was he so brazenly defying his own word, and treating her with such disdain? Odette rubbed her lips, trying to erase the memory of his treachery like a stubborn stain. Yet, the more she tried to forget, the more the feeling of inexpressible contempt grew within her, fueling her determination to seek retribution for the hurt he had caused. On the evening of the dinner party, Sandrine said young men craved that sort of pleasure. Even the way she spoke with fake sympathy and the way her eyes treated her like a prostitute selling her body. Odette remembered everything vividly at that very moment. ¡°There she is. The courtesan,¡± Odette¡¯s heart sank as she heard the cruel words uttered by Princess Isabelle ringing in her memory. Though her words had been skillfully cloaked in clever guise, the message had been clear ¨C She was nothing more than a mere courtesan, an object to be used and discarded at the whim of the nobility. When her lips began to tremble ever so slightly, Odette strained them in an attempt to suppress the feeling. Although it wasn¡¯t the first time she experienced this, she felt more wretched than she had the first time, for reasons unknown to her. In an act of frustration, she hurled her foolish thoughts away, tossing them into the void alongside a fallen pine cone. And as acorns and pebbles followed suit, she wondered if this symbolic act would bring her any sort of relief. Odette got down and cleansed her face after the water¡¯s ripples stopped. Her awareness became more distinct, possibly as a result of the cooling of the heat on her cheeks. Perhaps that was a wise move. With her breathing finally steady, she sauntered towards the valley¡¯s abundant flora, her steps now much lighter than before. Though it would have been easy to simply claim she was gathering flowers, Odette felt no need to make excuses for her wandering. Blue irises and golden seaweed bloomed alongside white briar and vibrant wild roses. But it was the sight of a cluster of bellflowers on the far end of the valley that truly caught her attention. It was a bloom she longed to share with the child, and so she made her way towards it with a sense of purpose. With no faint trace of hesitation, Odette swiftly shed her shoes and stockings before gathering the hem of her skirt and pulling it up to her knees. Despite the sweltering heat of midsummer, the water flowing through the valley was frigid, akin to a frozen glacier. Yet, the cold was far from intolerable, and Odette found herself totally unbothered. Odette carefully stepped into a shallow area of the water. When she got to the centre of the stream, she heard what sounded like something dropping. As soon as she realized the lock had been tampered with, she wasted no time diving beneath the surface in search of her prized possession. A wave of relief washed over her as she spotted the necklace adorned with a stunning rose crystal pendant, resting just a short distance away. However, before she could even take a step towards it, a figure emerged from the water, snatching the necklace up with a swift motion. With wide, startled eyes, Odette looked on as her supposed spouse, Bastian, stood before her, holding her leash under the guise of their fraudulent agreement. CH 44 Bastian¡¯s eyes stole a captivating sight when descended down the trail towards the valley. He saw a beautiful woman stood knee-deep in the rippling waters of the ravine, drawing his attention away from his intended destination. He pondered what she could be doing there, completely unaware of everything around her. Little did he know, it was none other than Odette, the enigmatic woman soon to enthrall his every thought and imaginations. Like a jolting force beyond his control, Bastian¡¯s eyes darted and his feet carried him forward, leading him straight to her mesmerizing gaze. His feeble attempted to resist, but he found himself standing before her in a state of complete surrender. At the meantime, he deeply felt a sense of foolishness, realizing how powerless he truly was in the face of her captivating presence. As their eyes locked, he saw her fingers quivering, betraying the fa?ade of composure she had so expertly crafted. The gentle breeze had ceased its playful dance, yet the delicate petals of her untamed floral collection continued to sway in sync. Clutching her skirt in her other hand, Odette stood poised, searching for something valuable in the distance. Bastian felt mixture of amusement and annoyance at the sight of his wife trembling as if anticipating an imminent attack from untamed creatures. As soon as he approached the edge of the valley, the gentle murmur of the nearby stream filled his ears. But his attention was quickly diverted as he caught sight of Odette frozen in a moment of panic. With her delicate form delicately balanced over the glistening stream, her eyes were fixated on something that had slipped from her grasp. Without a second thought, Bastian plunged into the refreshing waters with a powerful splash. The cool liquid enveloped his body, invigorating his senses as he scanned the depths for any sign of Odette¡¯s lost treasure. But his sharp eyes quickly locked onto the shining beacon that had eluded her, a breathtaking rose-colored gem that seemed to glow with its own radiance. ¡°Hey there, Captain Klauswitz! It seems you couldn¡¯t wait for the fish to bite, and decided to reel yourself in for the day and run to your lovely wife,¡± quipped Admiral Demel, his boisterous laughter echoing through the forest. The sound of raucous merriment carried up the winding hiking trail, heralding the arrival of Demel and his entourage of high-ranking Navy officials. With a brief silent bow in response, Bastian moved towards his stiff wife. He considered giving the necklace back to her and walking away, but it didn¡¯t seem like a wise move at the time. ¡°Be cautious, for there are many eyes upon us,¡± cautioned Bastian, his voice a low and urgent murmur as he leaned in towards Odette. She recoiled in surprise, startled by his sudden proximity and the gravity of his words. Odette found herself trapped in a binding contract, and Bastian knew all too well that escape was not an option, no matter the consequences, even if he were to break all his promises. She stood at the edge of a precarious precipice, torn between the drive to secure the financial guarantee promised to her and the overwhelming sense of duty and responsibility she felt towards her own life. The stakes were high, and the slightest misstep could spell disaster. Though the temptation to cause a commotion and flee was great, Odette refused to succumb to the irrational urge. Her attachment to life and the weight of her responsibility were too strong, and she knew that only by standing firm and facing her fears could she emerge victorious from this perilous situation. With a gentle touch, Bastian clasped the necklace around her neck, the open locking ring glittering in the soft light. Despite the fear and antipathy that she conveyed, his will was unshakable, and her emotions were not a factor to be considered. For in this marriage, the dominant force was him, the powerful one who did as he pleased. And in exercising his right to rule, he showed no mercy, for he was beholden only to his own desires. As the silly jokes and laughter of onlookers drifted on the cool breeze, Bastian reveled in his triumph, savoring the sense of control that he held over his wife. Odette was filled with a sense of overwhelming despair as she struggled to endure this unbearable moment. Despite her best efforts to resist, all she could manage was a resentful glare towards Bastian, whose face betrayed neither guilt nor remorse for his past outrageous actions. His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, devoid of any hint of emotion or feeling. They seemed to bore into her soul, rendering her powerless and helpless to resist his unyielding will. Just as Odette felt as though she could no longer bear the intensity of Bastian¡¯s unwavering gaze, the locking ring on the necklace finally snapped into place, releasing her from the torturous ordeal. With a sigh of relief, she gasped for breath, her body trembling with the weight of the moment. But as she struggled to regain her composure, another group of guests suddenly appeared on the trail, disrupting the fragile peace that had settled upon them. And in that moment of chaos, Bastian¡¯s hand slowly swept down the nape of her neck, tracing the contours of her skin until it found the pendant where her heart beat fiercely. Overcome with a sudden surge of emotion, Odette pushed Bastian away with all her might, unable to bear the intensity of his touch any longer. When the wind picked up, the wildflower bouquet slipped from her grasp, its delicate petals scattering across the flowing stream. Her skirt fluttered in the gusts, threatening to drag her off balance and send her tumbling into the icy waters below. But Bastian remained unmoved, a pillar of unyielding strength amidst the tempestuous currents. Only Odette faltered, her footing slipping beneath her as she stumbled towards the brink of disaster. In that moment of crisis, his sturdy arms wrapped around her back, holding her fast and saving her from the ignominy of a humiliating plunge. Yet even as she clung to him for support, Odette wondered if his intrusion was a blessing or a curse. ¡°Oh¡­. .¡± Odette watched with despair as the bouquet of flowers was carried away by the water¡¯s current. The surface of the water sparkled with a myriad of colors as the carefully collected flowers danced and twirled in the gentle current. Odette watched, transfixed, as they swirled and eddied, each one a fleeting vision of beauty. But as the last flower disappeared from view, she was left staring blankly across the stream, lost in thought. Beside her, Bastian¡¯s gaze was also fixed on the water¡¯s edge, his arms wrapped tightly around her in a protective embrace. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* In the days that followed, Odette often found herself returning to that fateful day, etched in her memory like a vivid dream. The afternoon sun had cast its warm glow over the summer forest, the sound of rushing water filling her ears with its endless song. Amidst the vibrant colors of the flowers and the crystalline clarity of the water, she had felt a sense of peace and wonder that she had never known before. But as the memory faded, one thing remained clear ¨C Bastian, the enigmatic man who had left an indelible mark on her soul. This misunderstanding would eventually pass away to the other side of life, just like the flowers that had floated away in the river. Odette was enveloped by a sense of familiarity and comfort when she suddenly opened the door to her small study. This was her only sanctuary, a place where she could escape from the chaos of the reality life and find solace in her work. The interior decoration of the room was a evidence to her refined tastes and Sandrine¡¯s careful attention to detail. Completed just a week after her return from the Demel¡¯s residence, it was adorned with classical landscape paintings and delicate Pelia ornaments, reflecting Sandrine¡¯s request to some extent. Seated at her desk, facing the painting she had personally selected, Odette delved into the head maid¡¯s work report. As she pored over the details of the household¡¯s affairs, she found peace and solace in the familiar routine of her work. And though the world outside may have been in turmoil, she knew that she had a space to retreat, a refuge from the storm and hurricanes. With the dwindling number of guests, Ardene¡¯s daily life became increasingly monotonous. Save for the weekends when Bastian came to visit, she spent most of her time alone in the villa, immersed in the routine of her work and the quiet solitude of her thoughts. Occasional visits from her relatives provided a fleeting break from the tedium, but they were few and far between. Outings were kept to a minimum, a decision that shehad made in a moment of lucidity, realizing that contact with the outside world should be reduced as much as possible. Two months had already passed since the wedding, and soon the short summer of Berg would come to an end, giving way to the cool, windy season. With each passing day, the inexorable march of time carried them forward towards an uncertain future. And though the next summer would surely come, and the summer after that, she knew that their marriage was not meant to last. Odette recognized that two years might not be all that long, and she became a little more careful. It was now time for her to take care of herself because the amicable newlyweds had had enough of being treated rudely. To lessen the effects of their divorce, it was the correct thing to do. ¡°The furniture for the solarium will be arriving this afternoon,¡± the maid reported. ¡°Excellent work, Dora. You may take a break now,¡± Odette smiled kindly and acknowledged the report, giving the maid permission to rest and recharge. As the maid stepped back, Odette turned her attention to the stack of mail on her desk, her eyes falling upon a letter from Tira. While sipping her tea, she read Tira¡¯s letter with rapt attention. The pages were filled with news of new friends, current interests, and the exciting expectations for the new semester that was about to begin. It was a very Tira-like letter, full of energy and enthusiasm, and it brought a smile to Odette¡¯s face. But as she finished reading, her thoughts turned to a more pressing matter. Would Bastian agree to her request to visit her sister for a day? Odette pondered for a few moments, her pen poised over the open notebook. ¡°Let¡¯s try to avoid bumping into each other,¡± she wrote down. When she made her way back from a weekend at the Demel¡¯s, she knew that a difficult decision lay ahead. With a heavy heart, she resolved to keep herself safe by avoiding any conflict with Bastian, no matter the cost. For she had learned the hard way that it was when their paths crossed that the tension between them reached its breaking point. And though Bastian could be a man of few emotions, his wrath was a fearsome thing to behold, leaving Odette shaken and alone in its wake. Yet even as she struggled to come to terms with the reality of her situation, she knew that they could continue on as polite strangers, bound together by the tenuous thread of their marriage. They had to spend one more night in the Demels¡¯ villa, but nothing bad happened like it had the day before. Bastian, who had spent the entire night playing cards and hadn¡¯t entered the bedroom until just before morning, is to blame. Odette gave her husband the bed and then left for the early morning walk she¡¯d promised Marchioness Demel the day before. It was a respectful, natural outing. There was no difference between the two weekends they spent together in the Ardennes. Odette welcomed her husband with a stunning display that belonged on the opera house stage. Without a single idea or judgment in her head, she simply laughed while sitting motionless. Resentment occasionally crept in, the memory her being almost-raped flooded back but Odette handled it admirably. She would rather suffer disgrace than experience that once more. Only one letter remained in the stack of mail by the time the sunshine peaked through the window¡¯s open curtains and reached the desk¡¯s end. Maxime von Xanders, the charming botanist, the charming botanist had sent the letter. Upon learning that Odette was creating a garden for their new mansion, Count Xanders took it upon himself to offer his expertise. With a kind and gentle demeanor, he recommended plants and flowers that would thrive in the unique climate of Ardennes, sharing his knowledge and experience with a generosity that was rare indeed. And though his words were brief, they carried with them a warmth and sincerity that touched her deeply. For in his greeting, she sensed not only a deep gratitude for his kindness to her daughter, but also a genuine concern for her well-being. As Odette stood up, her heart still warmed by the kindness of the letter, she was interrupted by the arrival of an unexpected message. New furniture had arrived, and she knew that she must make haste to oversee its placement. Quickly smoothing down her hair and straightening the folds of her skirt, she made her way to the solarium, where the interior decorator awaited her arrival. Together, they worked tirelessly to ensure that each piece was perfectly placed, taking great care to bring out the full beauty and elegance of the room. And as they finished their work, Odette¡¯s eyes were drawn to an unexpected surprise ¨C a grand piano, sitting proudly in the center of the hexagonal room, its polished wood and gleaming keys. As Odette gazed at the magnificent piano, her curiosity got the better of her. ¡°Did my husband buy the piano?¡± she asked. The interior decorator smiled proudly as he opened the lid of the piano, revealing its exquisite interior. ¡°Actually, it was my idea to put a piano in the solarium,¡± he said, a hint of self-satisfaction in his voice. ¡°And your husband was more than happy to agree. But I must say, this is not just any piano. It took a lot of hard work and dedication to get a piece as rare and beautiful as this.¡± Although he was boasting, at least this claim was fairly accurate. Odette saw this at a glance for a person who had been playing the piano for many years. Odette looked at the magnificent piano before her keenly, and wondered. For Bastian, a man who had never shown any interest in music, to have chosen such a luxurious instrument was a mystery that she could not unravel. But even as she pondered the enigma before her, she knew that it was not hers to solve. And then she reminded herself of a simple truth: ¡°Don¡¯t be greedy for what isn¡¯t mine.¡± Odette scolded herself for her uncharacteristic greed, her eyes remained fixed on the beautiful piano before her. Even though she knew that she could never possess such a magnificent instrument, she couldn¡¯t cease longing and desiring to play it. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian¡¯s departure from work was a welcome relief, coming earlier than he had anticipated. The preparations for the naval festival had been completed. But even as he savored this moment of respite, he couldn¡¯t help but feel a sense of resignation and weariness. For he knew that his reprieve would be short-lived, and that he would soon have to return to the grindstone once again. ¡°I¡¯ll rest for a bit, Lovis¡± Bastian¡¯s command was brief and to the point. With that, he made his way to the study on the second floor. The allotted break was less than thirty minutes, excluding the time he needed to get dressed and walk around. Bastian sank into his plush wing chair, shedding his uniform jacket with a heavy sigh. Having taken several days off from work in order to complete his urgent business as quickly as possible, he knew that there was still much to be done. And so he worked late into the night, until the wee hours of the morning, before finally returning home to catch a few hours of rest. But even as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off, the insistent ring of the telephone shattered his peace. He could have ignored it, could have let Lovis take the call, but something inside him compelled him to answer. And so he rose from his chair, crossed the room to his desk, and picked up the receiver with a sense of weary resignation. ¡°Yes. This is Bastian Klauswitz.¡± Bastian held the receiver to his ear, the late afternoon sunlight casting a warm glow across his face. He waited patiently for a response, but none came. As he was about to hang up, a voice on the other end spoke up, offering an awkward greeting. Bastian couldn¡¯t quite place the voice, but he knew it was someone he had spoken to before. ¡°It¡¯s me,¡± the voice said hesitantly. ¡°So¡­¡± Bastian sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before looking out the window once more. ¡°I know you, Odette¡± The strong coffee he had consumed earlier had left him feeling jittery and on edge, but now he felt the sharp edges of his nerves gradually dulling. It was a bittersweet sensation, not entirely unpleasant but also tinged with a sense of languid fatigue. CH 45 Odette serenely shared her experience of residing in the Ardene estate, revealing her plans to construct an outbuilding and purchase new furniture and paintings. Moreover, she mentioned the urgent need to respond to the pending invitations but Bastian only grasped the full extent of Odette¡¯s vision upon hearing her discuss the specific flora and fauna to be planted in the outbuilding¡¯s garden. ¡°I was contacted by the madam.¡± Lovis frequently served as the bearer of news these days, with the madam communicating important matters to Odette via phone, and Lovis subsequently conveying them to him. Bastian now understood why she had never given him a straight call. Because she always made sure to call during his absence in order to avoid having to speak with him. But her strategy failed since Bastian uncannily left for home early today. [The piano arrived today] Odette announced. Bastian, who was looking at his watch with a tired expression, responded after a short pause, ¡°Piano?¡± [Yes, the one for the solarium] Odette said, her voice filled with excitement as she went on to explain how wonderful the instrument was. Bastian struggled to jog his memory, searching for any recollection of a piano delivery but to no avail. The task of adorning the new home was solely entrusted to the empire¡¯s top interior decorator. His expertise in procuring opulent and costly items was sufficient for Bastian, who was content with simply signing checks for everything. ¡°Why?¡± Bastian asked with a hint of impatience. Just as the conversation was starting to frustrate him, Odette finally revealed her intention. [Can I use the piano?] ¡°Why are you asking me that?¡± Bastian countered. [Because it¡¯s yours] Odette replied, being cautious and prudent. [If you purchased it with someone else in mind, I won¡¯t play it.] Bastian sighed in relief as he finally realized who the second person was that his wife had alluded to. He found it strangely amusing that Odette would pay attention to Sandrine. It wasn¡¯t an enjoyable feeling, though. ¡°I don¡¯t care about it, do whatever you want,¡± Bastian said indifferently. [Ah, okay] ¡°Is that a satisfactory answer?¡± Bastian asked. [Yes, thank you, Bastian]. Odette replied, her tone shifting slightly to reveal a hint of excitement despite remaining professional. [I will treat it with care.] [Uhm, Bastian] Odette¡¯s voice lowering to a whisper. [I was thinking of going to Ratz tomorrow to get some sheet music] she added. ¡°And?¡± Bastian responded. [Can I?] ¡°If I said no, would you reconsider going?¡± Bastian asked. [Unfortunately, yes.] ¡°Why?¡± [Because I don¡¯t want to do anything that would upset you,] Odette said without hesitation. Bastian¡¯s face softened into a helpless smile as he put the phone back in place. His gaze shifted from his watch to the garden outside the window, where golden sunlight was streaming in. The breeze carried a sweet fragrance. The fragrance of golden oaks signaled the farewell of summer. From that day forward, Odette went to great lengths to feign ignorance. Bastian couldn¡¯t fathom her motives, but her ruse wasn¡¯t very convincing. Nevertheless, he humored her moderately, as he had no inclination to delve into the matter at present. As his father scrambled to reorganize his troops in response to the sudden declaration of war, Bastian too rallied to confront the enemy. The major strategies had been put in place, yet careful coordination was required to counter the adversary¡¯s moves. Deception was the key to success in this game of chess. Bastian anticipated a leisurely pace, with ample time to plot his next move. However, an unforeseen twist threw his plans into disarray. Admiral Demel hinted that the emperor was wary of him and his spouse. The proximity between Ratz and Ardene was not great, and the emperor found it peculiar for a newlywed couple to be separated. He suggested to quash any gossip before it spread, but it was merely an imperial decree conveyed through Admiral Demel¡¯s mouth. Bastian appeared to be under pressure to complete the firm work as soon as possible in order to soothe the uneasy emperor. ¡°I want to see you tomorrow at 12, come to the Admiralty,¡± Bastian said in a composed tone. [Do you mean we¡¯re meeting?] ¡°I don¡¯t like being away for too long, so maybe we can have lunch together.¡± [You don¡¯t have to do that, I¡¯ll just get the sheet music and return.] ¡°I¡¯ll inform the entrance checkpoint, just mention my name,¡± Bastian stated the situation unambiguously, leaving no room for debate. Admiral Demel acted as the emperor¡¯s eyes and ears, so it wouldn¡¯t hurt to demonstrate his unwavering loyalty by following his commands. It was like wagging his tail, proving his allegiance. [Alright, then.] Odette said, despite her apparent reluctance. [By the way, Bastian, can I ask you something?]. ¡°Go ahead,¡± [Well, getting into the Admiralty might be a bit awkward and unfamiliar for me. Would it be possible to change the meeting place? What do you think?] ¡°How about we meet at the fountain in front of the Admiralty¡¯s main entrance instead?¡± Bastian suggested. After some back-and-forth, Odette quietly agreed. ¡°Tomorrow at 12, at the fountain in front of the Admiralty.¡± After affirming the appointment, Bastian hung up the phone. As he spun around, massaging his tired eyes and temples, the chime of the bell echoed, marking the end of the brief interval. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Theodora Klauswitz let out a nervous cry as she drew the curtains, obscuring the once-glorious seascape that was a source of pride for the mansion. ¡°This is truly horrible,¡± she exclaimed. ¡°How much longer do we have to endure living like this?¡± Franz took a break from his book and let out a heavy sigh, lifting his gaze. His mother, a bundle of nerves, was pacing the room, cigarette in hand. Her once poised and elegant demeanor was now marred by a growing dependence on alcohol and nicotine, a result of the torment she¡¯s been enduring since Bastian¡¯s mansion across the bay was revealed. She no longer carried the grace she once did. ¡°Have faith in Father, Mother,¡± Franz said, trying to mask his own doubts. ¡°He¡¯s determined to find a solution, so I¡¯m sure he¡¯ll figure it out soon.¡± ¡°You always act like this tragedy doesn¡¯t concern you,¡± Theodora chided. ¡°I¡¯m just trying to keep my worries in check. I¡¯m just as concerned as you are.¡± ¡°Then don¡¯t waste your time with those books! Help your father instead. This isn¡¯t the time for carelessness!¡± The blame shifted. Franz, feeling disillusioned, put up with his mother¡¯s persistent scolding. ¡°Do you think Bastian might be considering marrying the Duke of Felia¡¯s daughter after using the daughter of the beggar duke to build connections?¡± his mother ranted before spiraling into her own fantastical musings. ¡°No matter how crazy he is, he wouldn¡¯t do something so heinous to the emperor¡¯s niece, Odette,¡± Franz tried to reassure her. ¡°Odette, the emperor¡¯s niece, may be well-spoken, but she¡¯s a weakling with no influence. There¡¯s no reason for Bastian to not dispose of her. After all, he¡¯s the son of Jeff Klauswitz!¡± Theodora sneered, picking up her cup with the hand that had just put down her cigarette. ¡°I should have put a stop to this before it got this far, instead of caring about appearances. Your father was foolish to think he could raise a monster like Bastian and then just get rid of him. It¡¯s a disaster.¡± Theodora gulped down the stabilizer along with the poisonous alcohol and slumped back onto the sofa as if defeated. ¡°By the way, Franz,¡± she started, ¡°it¡¯s strange. Everyone thinks Bastian and Odette are madly in love, but the servants say otherwise.¡± ¡°What are you referring to, Mother?¡± ¡°Bastian may visit Ardennes every weekend, but he always stays in a different room,¡± Theodora revealed. ¡°A virile young man like him wouldn¡¯t do that if he was truly in love with his wife. And since the Duke of Pelia¡¯s daughter can¡¯t walk, there¡¯s no way she has any physical issues.¡± Franz rose from his seat, his expression stern. The wind blew a book off its place, sending it tumbling across the vibrant patterned carpet, but Theodora paid it no mind, reaching for her cigarette once more. ¡°Mother! Did you really conduct such a dirty background check?¡± ¡°Yes, my dear,¡± Theodora said, her gaze softening as she looked at her son. ¡°May you flourish as a noble flower of our family. I will bear the dirt and grime for you. I devoted my entire life to protecting your father, and I want to make sure that the legacy of that love is safeguarded. You need to understand that. And please, don¡¯t disappoint your father. I beg of you.¡± ¡°No matter what I do, Father is always ready to be disappointed,¡± Franz replied with a sigh. ¡°The more he continues like this, the harder you¡¯ll have to work! Why don¡¯t you visit Ella? Your father would be over the moon if you formed an in-law relationship with Count Klein. Make sure to cling to your fianc¨¦e. Focus on your job and continue learning.¡± ¡°Father devoted his entire life to becoming a noble, but as the heir to a noble family, he¡¯s eager to turn me into a merchant.¡± ¡°Franz,¡± Theodora said, approaching her son and sighing deeply. ¡°The world is changing. A nobleman who doesn¡¯t have a source of wealth can no longer call himself a nobleman. Just look at Bastian¡¯s wife. Despite her noble blood, they live in poverty. But you¡¯re different. With your father¡¯s estate and my distinguished lineage, you have inherited the perfect combination to be the ideal aristocrat of the new era.¡± ¡°But I¡­¡± Franz started to object. Theodora¡¯s hand were holding tight to Franz¡¯s shoulder, was brimming with intensity as she said, ¡°You can do it. I know you can. Right? Isn¡¯t that right?¡± ¡°¡­..Yes, Mother.¡± Franz could only offer the one acceptable response, and Theodora beamed with satisfaction before drifting off to sleep. Franz summoned the servants to escort his mother to her bedchamber. As the commotion died down, the sun started its descent. Back in his room, Franz stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the bay and released a deep sigh. In the distance, the silhouette of the mansion across the sea, tinged with the hue of a setting sun, was just barely visible. It was exactly where Odette resided. Franz approached the railing and delicately clasped the small piece of gold foil he had hidden in the depths of his vest pocket. During their fateful encounter at the gallery, they shared tea together, and the eager-to-please gallery owner had presented a spread of cookies and cakes, but Odette only indulged in a single piece of chocolate. In a moment of impulsiveness, Franz had taken its wrapper, feeling both shame and a lack of remorse. What was he doing now? Franz thought of Odette, feeling the gold foil against his fingertips, yearning to gaze upon her face of perfect beauty. He longed to open his heart to her, to love her. By the time his heated breath had subsided, a heavy dusk had descended. After departing from the balcony, Franz retrieved the notebook he had concealed on his desk. It was a collection of art, solely dedicated to portraits of Odette. As he reached the final page, Franz began to sketch Odette once more, the sound of his pencil gliding across the paper filling the room as the darkness deepened. CH 46 At the onset of Preve Avenue, stood the Navy department, an imposing structure at the heart of the city, flanked by the magnificent Prater River and the impressive edifices of the cathedral and government offices. Odette gazed up at the grandiose building, marveling at the golden spire that stretched towards the heavens, crowned with a trident emblem, a symbol of the awe-inspiring might of the sea god. Although she had traversed this locale countless times before, it was only today that her eyes were truly opened to its wonders. With measured breaths, she made her way towards the marble fountain that graced the front of the Admiralty¡¯s main entrance. Towering above the fountain¡¯s surface were statues of mighty sea gods, their forms a fusion of human and fish, from whose imposing bodies surged powerful jets of water. The fountain¡¯s periphery, doubling as a seat, was bustling with individuals biding their time or seeking respite. Amidst the throng of people, Odette found a spot sandwiched between an elderly gentleman engrossed in his paper and a gaggle of schoolgirls in matching uniforms. Positioned to face the Admiralty¡¯s entrance, she straightened her attire and cast a glance at her wristwatch, noting that she still had half an hour until the scheduled meeting. Uncertain of whether there was ample time to undertake any other pursuit, she opted to prolong her wait in the present spot. Retrieving a paperback book from her bag, Odette opened its pages, though her thoughts were too muddled to truly engage with the text. Nonetheless, she sought to avoid appearing fidgety and impatient in front of the man she was meeting. The minutes ticked by, with twenty having elapsed already. Odette intermittently riffled through the pages, deliberating on which musical scores to procure. As she perused the options, a niggling sense of doubt crept into her mind, causing her to question whether her abilities had deteriorated significantly. Consequently, she resolved to focus on honing her skills through practice pieces in the interim. The minutes ticked away, with fifteen having elapsed thus far. Emerging from beyond the raised drawbridge, a mighty warship sailed into view, drawing the attention of onlookers who hurried towards the river¡¯s edge. As the crowds dispersed, a hush fell over the once-bustling fountain. Casting a quizzical gaze around her surroundings, Odette soon refocused her attention on the paperback in her hands. It was then that an unwelcome voice rang out, shattering the peace. ¡°Hello, Odette.¡± At the sound of a saccharine and affable voice of Sandrine, Odette lifted her head to meet the anticipated countenance. Concluding her perusal of the book, Odette shut it and rose to her feet. ¡°Greetings, Countess Lenart. It has been some time,¡± she replied evenly and courteously, meeting Sandrine¡¯s scrutinizing stare with composure. ¡°It appears that you are awaiting someone at the Admiralty,¡± Sandrine observed, her gaze following the direction of Odette¡¯s stare. ¡°Yes, I have a lunch appointment,¡± ¡°Ah, how fortuitous. I, too, am destined for the Admiralty to meet someone. Shall we proceed together?¡± Sandrine proposed ¡°No, I shall wait here. This is the designated location for the appointment. Farewell, Countess Lenart,¡± Odette declined with a firm yet polite tone. Following her rejection, she returned to her seat by the fountain. ¡°It is disheartening to discover that a lady with imperial lineage from the Berg family, renowned for their impeccable conduct, could exhibit such impolite behavior.¡± Sandrine sneered. Odette faced Sandrine squarely, her hands clasped calmly on her lap, showing no trace of embarrassment, ¡°¡±When has it ever been acceptable for an officer¡¯s spouse to show discourtesy to a Countess of Berg?¡± ¡°If you are the wife of Captain Klauswitz and I am Countess Lenart, then certainly, such behavior would constitute a significant affront. However, I daresay our relationship is somewhat different,¡± Sandrine retorted. ¡°Based on your words and actions thus far, it would appear that you do not acknowledge me as Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s wife. Rather, you seem to believe that this position is rightfully yours. However, it is not possible for a man to have two wives concurrently, and thus, I have elected to withdraw and grant it to you when the appropriate time arrives.¡± Odette inclined her head slightly as she spoke, with an unyielding gaze fixed on Sandrine. ¡°What are you trying to say?¡± ¡°I shall revert to my customary decorum and conduct only after relinquishing my position as Mrs. Klauswitz. As you mentioned, I am a noblewoman with royal blood from a ducal family. Therefore, why should I submit to your authority?¡± replied Odette, her tone unwavering despite the flagrant sophistry she employed. ¡°Kindly elucidate your intentions. If you desire me to fulfill the role of an officer¡¯s wife, I shall endeavor to do so. I apologize for my previous discourteous behavior towards a lady of elevated status. However, if your intention is to feign being Mrs. Klauswitz in my presence, be prepared for my continued conduct,¡± Odette declared calmly, maintaining her composure as Sandrine appeared taken aback by her words. ¡°What if I were to rise and offer an apology?¡± Odette raised her head, her opulent diamond earrings glinting as she spoke. Meanwhile, Sandrine gazed at Odette¡¯s audacious countenance, a peculiar smile playing on her lips, even as she noted the brazen act of taking something that belonged to another. ¡°It is a rather touching reflection indeed. I suggest that you relax and relish your reading,¡± ¡°Indeed, thank you for comprehending,¡± Odette nodded her head before opening her diminutive book that rested on the fountain¡¯s edge. Her countenance seemed to dismiss Sandrine¡¯s presence altogether, despite the latter still being in close proximity. Silently, Sandrine turned away, electing not to utter another word. The air was suffused with her icy rage and contempt, yet she derived solace from the knowledge that Bastian Klauswitz had not been ensnared by a pretty, vapid imbecile. While such a development could potentially complicate matters, it was preferable to allowing the man to remain unimportant. ¡°Seriously, Odette,¡± Sandrine¡¯s voice rang out as she abruptly halted at the threshold of the path that led to the Admiralty¡¯s main gate. Odette, seated with a straight back and engrossed in her book, gradually lifted her gaze to meet Sandrine¡¯s piercing stare. ¡°I trust that you have ample reading material at your disposal. The wait may be prolonged, far beyond your expectations,¡± Sandrined advised, offering what appeared to be her final act of kindness. Odette bowed respectfully without uttering a word. She lowered her gaze to resume her perusal of the open book. The sun¡¯s laggard rays of late summer bathed the woman in a tranquil glow as she immersed herself in the world of her reading material. The vista that stretched out before her was a breathtaking panorama that seemed to implore the suspension of time. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Sandrine, I¡¯m sorry but Bastian is currently dealing with an emergency,¡± said Lucas firmly. He was aware of Sandrine¡¯s intentions when she had called him out of the blue to ask for lunch. Apparently, she had only used the invitation as a ploy to see Bastian. Sandrine¡¯s lifeless eyes suddenly betrayed a flicker of emotion. ¡°Did something bad happen?¡± Lucas saw the fear in her cousin¡¯s eyes. For a moment, he felt defeated and let out a resigned sigh. Despite the annoyance of being used by Sandrine time and time again, Lucas found it difficult to hold a grudge against her. He understood his sister¡¯s heart all too well. Her love for Bastian was genuine and Lucas knew this better than anyone. Sandrine had been this way ever since she met Bastian for the first time. Lucas always wondered how Sandrine could give her whole heart to a man who was incapable of loving anyone else. Her love for Bastian was unrequited and misguided, and he had tried to talk her out of it for a while. But at some point, Lucas realized that Sandrine didn¡¯t actually want her love to be reciprocated. She seemed content with just possessing Bastian, even if he was only using her in return. It was a very sad situation, with a woman desperate for love and a man who seemed incapable of returning it. The relationship they had was one where neither of them lost; in fact, they were a perfect match for each other. ¡°He just got a call from the imperial palace. Apparently, there¡¯s an urgent matter to discuss regarding the Belov delegation¡¯s attendance at the naval festival. Admiral Demel needs to meet with His Majesty in person, and he¡¯ll be meeting with Bastian,¡± ¡°But what about the lunch with Bastian?¡± asked Sandrine. Lucas let out a frustrated sigh, seeming tired of all the drama. ¡°In this situation, there¡¯s no time for lunch. They need to rush to the imperial palace right away,¡± he explained, frowning. ¡°So, let¡¯s not waste our time thinking about anything else today. Just you and I can have lunch together in peace.¡± Lucas donned the officer¡¯s cap he had been holding and gestured for Sandrine to follow as they made their way out of the headquarters building¡¯s lobby. Lucas knew she would have to leave again soon yet, Sandrine had insisted on coming here to see Bastian. He Felt a twinge of pity for her as her desperate attempts to catch a glimpse of him had left her in tears. Lucas spun around in a panic upon realizing that he couldn¡¯t hear Sandrine¡¯s footsteps. ¡°What are you doing?¡± he asked, puzzled. Sandrine had been lost in thought and staring off into space. ¡°Did Bastian already go to the imperial palace?¡± she asked, her eyes suddenly lighting up with hope. ¡°He hasn¡¯t left yet, but he¡¯ll probably be on his way soon. Look, there¡¯s a black car parked under the stairs of the headquarters building,¡± Lucas replied casually, pointing in its direction. Sandrine looked disappointed. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Lucas. Let¡¯s have lunch another time. I¡¯ll treat you to a nice meal to make it up to you,¡± ¡°What¡¯s going on? What are you planning to do?¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing for you to worry about,¡± Sandrine replied, flashing him a knowing smile. With that, she began to make her way toward the central staircase leading to the lobby *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Sandrine stood there, on the stairs, not looking at Bastian even once. Admiral Demel suddenly appeared on the stairs. ¡°Who is this! Isn¡¯t that Countess Lenart!¡± ¡°Hello, Admiral,¡± Sandrine greeted the Admiral with a weak, trembling voice. Admiral Demel looked at her with concern, as expected. ¡°Why are you here?¡± ¡°I was supposed to have lunch with Captain Ewald but I was about to leave because I suddenly got a headache. I guess with so many things to worry about, this happens often and causes trouble for those around me.¡± Sandrine let out a quiet sigh, her face expressing sadness. Admiral Demel was a man of honor, a true gentleman, the polar opposite of Bastian. He couldn¡¯t bear to turn away a lady in distress. ¡°Well then, let¡¯s ride together,¡± he offered without hesitation. ¡°Time is running out, so it might be difficult to take you all the way home. However, since the Lenart family¡¯s residence is on the way to the imperial palace, it¡¯s not an inconvenience to drop you off there.¡± Sandrine was grateful for the offer, and at times like this, she was glad for the rumors that surrounded her. Her reputation as a woman abandoned by her husband for another man had proven to be useful. ¡°Lord Demel, you are very kind. Thank you. I feel a bit shameful, but I appreciate your help,¡± Sandrine replied gratefully, seizing the opportunity without hesitation. She glanced up at Bastian to see any expression yet he displayed none. Perhaps he had already opened up to his wife about his situation, but it made no difference to Sandrine. Her sole intention was to plant a tiny seed of uncertainty in Odette¡¯s mind. And for the time being, that was sufficient. Let Odette take care of nurturing and cultivating that seed. Sandrine strolled past the flabbergasted Lucas and was escorted out of the headquarters lobby by Admiral Demel. Once they descended the steps, the chauffeur sprang into action, opening the door of the waiting vehicle for them. With Admiral Demel and Sandrine securely seated in the back, Bastian settled into the front passenger seat. The ceremonial car then smoothly pulled away from the Admiralty, piloted by its uniformed driver. As Sandrine drove down the long, tree-lined driveway, the main gate with its checkpoint loomed into view. She cast a scrutinizing gaze at the fountain beyond the fence, and despite the considerable distance, she easily spotted the woman who was still on guard duty. The fluttering hem of a sunny yellow chiffon dress caught her eye, swaying in the breeze. There was no mistaking it that was Odette indeed. CH 47 Odette was engrossed in a book as she lounged by the fountain, appearing serene and unaware of the recent cancellation of her appointment. Bastian let out a sigh as the barrier lifted, and the car crept closer to the fountain, passing by the officers standing at attention. The road in front of the Naval department forked into three paths that encircled the fountain, and to reach the western road that led to the Imperial Palace, they had to navigate around it. He wished the vehicle would just keep moving. Bastian scribbled a note and entrusted it to the soldier on duty, instructing them to rush it over to Odette. He wanted to ensure it reached her promptly, so she could attend to her own affairs. Perhaps, he thought, it would be a welcome change for the woman. He sighed and tore his gaze away from the car window, just as Odette set down her book. Glancing at her watch, Odette gazed at the main gate of the Admiralty with a composed expression. 20 minutes had already passed since the designated time, and she simply waited in silence, biding her time. Bastian was jolted by a memory of their first official meeting, when she had stoically awaited his arrival despite his intentional lateness. She was his arranged spouse, after all. As the realization that he had, in fact, married the woman washed over him once more, Odette¡¯s gaze shifted to the car. But it was a fleeting moment. In no time, the car picked up speed and the distance between it and Odette grew rapidly. Yet, the instant their gazes locked stayed imprinted in Bastian¡¯s mind like a brightly lit snapshot. Odette quickly rose from the fountain upon recognizing him, her blank eyes fixated on him. She briefly glanced at the backseat before locking eyes with him once more. Her expression appeared pained, though it was difficult to tell for certain. The car had already turned onto the western road when Bastian pondered this. As he unconsciously relaxed his fists, the car steadily picked up speed. Odette, now a small yellow speck, receded from view as she stood alone by the fountain. The emperor¡¯s directive and his pledge to Odette echoed in his mind. It wasn¡¯t a decision that required weighing the pros and cons, and he made the necessary choice. He was aware that he could have paused the car for a moment in front of the fountain to explain the situation, but he didn¡¯t. His wife of two years simply could not be his top priority. It was only natural. She was a woman who possessed nothing and had nothing to offer. What could she possibly bring to the table for him? Bastian lifted his gaze from his closed eyes to the front mirror with a deep sigh. When their eyes met in the reflection, Sandrine¡¯s lips curved into a gentle smile. ¡°How¡¯s your headache holding up?¡± Admiral Demel cautiously interrupted the quiet of the car. ¡°It¡¯s still persistent, but thanks to you, it¡¯s improved greatly,¡± Sandrine replied, her expression brightening briefly before she let out a weary sigh. She looked like a person on the brink of exhaustion. ¡°Thank you so much. If it weren¡¯t for your help, Admiral, I¡¯m sure I would have been suffering for days.¡± ¡°It¡¯s my duty,¡± Admiral Demel replied, his eyes filled with genuine concern and the soldier¡¯s honor of being chivalrous. He cast a glance at Sandrine. Meanwhile, Bastian, uninterested in the conversation, turned his attention to the Prater River that flowed past the passenger window. As the scorching sun began to set, the world around them became clearer, with sharp outlines emerging. The verdant hues of the roadside trees had dulled, and the water had taken on a deeper hue. An image of Odette, watching the car fade into the distance over a summer landscape past its prime, suddenly flashed through his mind like a light bulb. As the seasons changed and the festivities came to a close, Bastian would be granted permission to head to the front lines. This simple reality banished the annoyance caused by the lingering image of the ineffectual woman. He would soon be departing and, once the agreed-upon period had passed, he would return and address this marriage. In the meantime, she would prove useful by efficiently fulfilling her duties and fading away without any further hassle. With the irrelevant memory banished, Bastian fixed his gaze on the road ahead. He didn¡¯t cast a single glance behind him until he had left the Lenart family behind and arrived at the regal gates of the Imperial Palace. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The rustling of leaves in the breeze created a melodic counterpoint to the tranquil gurgle of the fountain. With slow, deliberate movements, Odette tore open the envelope amidst the invigorating commotion. Her skirt, adorned with layers of chiffon, was in disarray, much like her current emotional state. The brief note from Bastian read: ¡°I have a pressing issue to attend to, so I must reschedule our meal for another time.¡± Just one line of inconsiderate notice. She read the note over and over again before neatly folding it and tucking it away in her handbag. The river breeze died down, and the shadows cast by the swaying tree branches above her head grew still. The young soldier, who was on errand duty, continued to stand guard and kept a close eye on her expression. ¡°Thank you,¡± Odette said with a soft smile, ¡°You may go now.¡± The soldier, his cheeks flushing, quickly lowered his head in a bow before spinning on his heel and rushing away. As the soldier¡¯s figure vanished behind the barriers of the Admiralty, Odette released the quiet sigh that had been pent up within her. She fully comprehended Bastian¡¯s circumstances. The sight of him departing with Admiral Demel in a military vehicle made it evident that he was conducting official business. The presence of Sandrine was irksome, but Odette knew it was not a matter she could intervene in. Sandrine held a greater significance in his heart than his wife ever could, a fact he had made evident from the very moment he broached the topic of marriage. But to say he ¡°proposed¡± would suggest an ongoing connection between them after their weddings ¨C a connection he had no intention of fostering. Odette tore her gaze away from the road¡¯s vanishing point and made a decision. She would purge the memory of Bastian from her mind, for he had callously ignored his waiting wife and was now consumed by regret. Though Odette was aware of everything, she still chose to go through with the marriage. She refused to second-guess herself now or to lay blame on Bastian. After all, it was a sham of a union, a mere transaction that would benefit them both. With her mind made up, Odette departed from the fountain dissolving regrets within her heart. It didn¡¯t take her long to traverse from the Admiralty to the bustling heart of downtown. Odette thought the entire time she was alone, strolling down the street that it was actually lovely not to have to be with the bothersome man. The same held true as she leisurely strolled the mall, selected some sheet music, and went to the outdoor cafe. ¡°Is there anyone accompanying you?¡± the manager asked, repeating the same question as before. ¡°No, I¡¯m alone,¡± replied Odette, her response unchanged from the previous occasion. With kindness, the manager led her to a charming terrace that offered a picturesque view. As she settled at the table, memories flooded back ¨C this was the very spot where she had shared an unexpected tea with Bastian. The manager, having set aside the menu, looked concernedly at Odette¡¯s expression, ¡°Is everything okay? Are you experiencing any inconvenience?¡± Odette smiled and shook her head, ¡°No, I¡¯m alright.¡± Although it was an unpleasant coincidence, she didn¡¯t feel the need to switch seats over it. After indulging in a coffee and cake treat, Odette took a moment to bask in the breathtaking scenery along the Prater River. The tranquil waters glimmered with the dazzling afternoon sun, painting a serene picture. Just then, a tap on her table brought her thoughts to a man who embodied the same radiant glow. Odette, who realized it couldn¡¯t be Bastian, glanced up in shock. Even more profound and icy disillusionment overcame her when she noticed a strange man standing there. ¡°Greetings! It appears you¡¯re lone.¡± A man donned in a vintage infantry officer¡¯s uniform flashed a warm, sugary smile. ¡°Would the lovely lady permit me the privilege of treating her to a cup of tea to fight her loneliness?¡± With a gaze that betrayed his true motive, he cast a look at the unoccupied seat across from Odette. He was a typical city rogue who relished in the thrill of wooing single women in his leisure. This type was all too familiar to Odette, having encountered it multiple times in the past. ¡°My spouse will be arriving shortly,¡± Odette replied firmly yet gently, emphasizing her point by placing her glittering wedding ring on the table. ¡°I apologize,¡± the man said, his face flushing with embarrassment, before scurrying off. Odette let out a soft sigh as she gazed at her husband¡¯s vacant seat. She was grateful to have escaped the situation, but at the same time, her heart ached with sadness. In a moment like this, the only person she could rely on was her faux spouse. The irony of it all was both poignant and comical. Has that pressing matter been taken care of by now? Odette pondered aimlessly, absentmindedly flipping through the sheet music she had acquired earlier. No doubt he¡¯s with Countess Lenart, her heart whispered. As she reached a casual conclusion, a waiter carrying a tray approached her table. Gathering the sheet music that failed to capture her attention, Odette sat up straight and gazed at her wedding band. The table fell into silence once more as the waiter finished his duties and disappeared. After taking a moment to catch her breath and carefully centering a vase containing a single rose on the table, Odette indulged in her own private tea time. The Prater River, with its glistening waves of gold, provided a stunning backdrop as she savored every sip of her coffee and every bite of her delectable cake. Despite the peacefulness of the moment, Odette¡¯s attention was solely focused on tidying up the teacups and plates, almost as if it were a task she had been assigned. In her fervor, she forgot all about the empty chair opposite her, once reserved for her husband who would never again join her for tea. Deciding not to dwell on what couldn¡¯t be hers, she found solace in the idea that having no regrets was the best outcome. As she had learned from the countless losses she endured in her past, the pain of parting ways would be commensurate with the magnitude of the love she had given. And so, armed with this knowledge, she settled into a leisurely tea time. With her long-awaited dream finally realized, Odette said goodbye to the al fresco caf¨¦ as the sun began its descent. Upon reaching City Hall, her agreed-upon rendezvous with her chauffeur, the entire metropolis had taken on a warm, rosy hue. ¡°Has Master Bastian already departed?¡± Hans queried, his brow furrowed as he emerged from the sunny yellow convertible. ¡°Oh yes, he¡¯s got a tight schedule,¡± Odette replied smoothly, concealing the truth. ¡°I see. And was everything to your satisfaction, ma¡¯am?¡± Odette answered with a beaming grin, as if her smile was a suit of armor to protect herself. Mrs. Klauswitz¡¯s joyful excursion came to a close with the clock tower ringing out the hour. With Ratz receding in the distance, Odette¡¯s vehicle raced down the road. It was a sultry late summer evening, and the shadows of objects were stretched out into the purple night. CH 48 Thomas Muller let out a heavy sigh as he approached the young master. ¡°It¡¯s time for you to take a well-deserved break, my friend. You¡¯ve been holed up here all weekend, so go home and get some proper rest.¡± Bastian strode into his office with a smile on his face, his uniform from the Admiralty still fresh from a day¡¯s work. Despite the grueling workload he¡¯s faced since Monday, he radiated an uncharacteristic energy, his brisk pace belying any fatigue. Bastian placed his hat on the desk and pivoted to face Thomas. ¡°It seems like it¡¯s the director who could use a break.¡± ¡°Are you trying to be humorous?¡± Thomas replied, arching an eyebrow. ¡°You didn¡¯t tell my grandfather that,¡± Bastian countered. ¡°Because he was a far better man than his grandson,¡± Thomas shot back. The complaint that was previously on his lips dissolved into a fit of helpless laughter. Carl Illis was by no means an easy boss¡ªhe had a fiery temperament and bulllike stubbornness¡ªbut at least he was more compassionate than his grandson. He wasn¡¯t alone in thinking that; everyone who worked for this family did. ¡°That is the ultimate praise,¡± Bastian said as he slowly lifted his closed lids and rang the call bell. A secretary soon entered, carrying a steaming cup of robust coffee. Thomas watched Bastian savor his coffee, his gaze growing introspective. ¡°It¡¯s all winding down now. No need to hurry,¡± Fake mines. Bonds and stock are reduced to paper crumbs. Ghost businesses dressed as golden-egg-laying geese. Nearing completion was the Jeff Klauswitz capture trap. Finding a good location and setting the bait were the only remaining tasks. ¡°Let¡¯s strive to complete it as swiftly as we can.¡± Bastian replied resolutely, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. At first glance, his face appeared to be that of a stern priest, perhaps due to the color of his uniform that bore a striking resemblance to religious attire. ¡°It¡¯s not as if it¡¯s going to end anytime soon. It will take time to fully engage them. It¡¯s all about being patient¡­¡± ¡°I understand,¡± Bastian interjected with a polite smile. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter how many years it takes. It¡¯s not difficult to wait for a predetermined conclusion. But I don¡¯t think we need to be bogged down with this task for too long. Don¡¯t you agree?¡± ¡°Is there anything in particular that leads you to believe that?¡± Thomas asked. Bastian placed his half-empty cup down calmly, ¡°I¡¯m planning to relocate to Ardennes this week, so I need to wrap up all my pressing matters before then.¡± As they spoke, the sunset reached its peak and painted the office a brilliant shade of red. He made every effort to put off the joining until the day of his departure for the frontier, but it was becoming increasingly impossible to keep to that schedule because of Crown Prince Belov¡¯s unanticipated factor. On the day he was unexpectedly summoned to the imperial palace, the emperor himself broke the news. ¡®Crown Prince Belov, who is heading a delegation on a state visit to Berg, has expressed his desire to attend the simultaneous naval festival¡¯ The Prince offered a credible excuse of checking in on allies, but the true intention was unmistakable. It was evident that they sought to verify the legitimacy of the scandal that had made headlines beyond their borders. This meant that Bastian and Odette had to put on a flawless display as a couple. It was, of course, what the emperor desired as well. Thomas Muller, lost in thought, posed a question. ¡°It¡¯s not ideal for newlyweds to be separated like this, but this arrangement is somewhat unconventional. Perhaps it would be better for Mrs. Klauswitz to temporarily reside in Ratz?¡± ¡°If the listing issue gets resolved, I won¡¯t have much difficulty staying in Ardennes and handling the business,¡± Bastian stated nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. ¡°I have no qualms entrusting my wife with a task that falls within my jurisdiction.¡± Obviously, Thomas had a point. He didn¡¯t have to be in such a rush because there was still plenty of time before Crown Prince Belov¡¯s arrival. Bastian was fully aware that after stabilizing the business, it would be sufficient to move through with the merger. It was a necessary step in the end. Bastian gazed down at the phone on the desk. He had lingered in front of it for an extended period the day he impulsively made a decision. It was during the sunset hour, much like now, on the evening he returned from the imperial palace. Yet, Bastian simply stared at the phone, not daring to pick it up. Bastian didn¡¯t have to explain anything to Odette or ask her for her understanding. The phone¡¯s late-night quiet made this clear and confirmed that she felt the same way. Bastian steeled his emotions as soon as he realized their connection was only a business arrangement. There was no reason why they couldn¡¯t live together if it was only a business relationship. This would increase the emperor¡¯s confidence and increase the value of the deal. That was a choice that would be beneficial to Odette as well. ¡°I thought you were opposed to this marriage,¡± Despite the lighthearted laughter, Thomas¡¯s gaze was piercing as he gazed at Bastian. ¡°Turns out you¡¯re a much better husband than I anticipated.¡± Bastian nonchalantly unbuttoned his uniform as he quipped, ¡°You have a noble bride, so why shouldn¡¯t you?¡± The interplay of light and shadow accentuated the sharp contours of his face, adding an air of mystery to his appearance. ¡°But your wife is a stunning woman,¡± Thomas said, before retracting his statement. Leaving on his device, Bastian removed his shirt and jacket one by one and walked up to the washbasin. His consciousness was much clearer after he washed his face with cold water. While it was insufficient for him to completely overcome his accumulated exhaustion, it was plenty for the remainder of the work being done. He changed into fresh attire and tidied his disheveled hair. He meticulously arranged the uniform he had removed, a habit ingrained from his extensive military service. With his tie in place, he retrieved his jacket from the back of his chair and made his way out of the office. As he entered the elongated hallway leading to the conference room, the memory of the woman who had been endlessly awaiting his return surfaced in his mind. Odette remained in the fading summer sunlight, and he could easily picture her from that day. The expression on her face that resembled that of an abandoned kid when she first spotted him in the moving car and the vacant stare in her eyes The carefree passage of the urban landscape and the hemline of her yellow dress fluttered in the wind. The reason why the incident was so vividly etched was presumably due to its exceptionality. It was surprising that a woman who normally exuded calm and style would display such intensity. Maybe it was an illusion brought on by a misrepresented memory. With a shake of his head, Bastian strode confidently down the sun-drenched corridor. There was no use in speculating. It was more prudent to complete the task at hand and lay his eyes on the woman himself. With only three days left, Bastian estimated the amount of time left and again fussed over his tie knot. His plan abruptly changed as he walked up to the conference room door where the board members were waiting with eagerness. Possibly two days. That appeared to be plenty. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Odette was rehearsing a challenging tune on the piano in the solarium when she heard that Bastian had arrived. It was a tired afternoon, and she was having trouble understanding the difficult composition. ¡°What day is it today?¡± Odette asked, attempting to mask her bewilderment. ¡°It¡¯s Wednesday, ma¡¯am,¡± the maid replied, looking quite puzzled. Odette nodded, confirming that her recollection was accurate, but this only deepened her confusion. She didn¡¯t understand how a man who hadn¡¯t even arrived on the promised weekend had shown up here on a Wednesday. Was it the sun, which was incredibly clear and bright? She felt like she was dreaming oddly. ¡°If I may be so bold, shouldn¡¯t you go see the master as soon as possible?¡± Dora offered her cautious advice, clearing her throat. Only then did Odette snap out of her daze and hastily rise from the piano. Upon entering the grand foyer of the mansion, she realized that she was not appropriately dressed. She stopped in the middle of adjusting her hair, which had been braided like a child¡¯s when Lovis walked up to her. She was startled by the sound of an unknown voice, and it took her a second to identify the elderly guy who was bowing profoundly in her presence. ¡°Hello, Lovis. It¡¯s been a while,¡± Odette greeted him. Fortunately, Odette recalled that Lovis served as the household¡¯s butler. He had made a brief stopover during the wedding week before going back to Ratz to help Bastian, as she remembered. Behind him were the other servants, who bowed in unison. Everyone who was still working at the Ratz townhouse had relocated there. Odette made an effort to comprehend what that reality meant. No. She was actually aware of the answer. She was simply not prepared to accept it. The elderly butler observed as Odette glanced around the hallway, ¡°The master has already gone up to the bedroom.¡± Odette¡¯s eyes widened in shock as she looked up at the magnificent central staircase in the hallway. Bastian had changed from the kind guest he had been pretending to be. He appeared to be claiming his ownership of the gorgeous mansion as the rightful owner. With each step up the staircase, Odette struggled to keep her nerves from unraveling, determined to maintain a sense of composure. However, her heart refused to cooperate, beating erratically as she approached the third floor where the couple¡¯s bedroom was situated. It was as if her anxiety was betraying her, threatening to expose her unease at any moment. ¡°No, ma¡¯am, not that room.¡± She heard another strange voice as she unlocked Bastian¡¯s bedroom door. Young attendant who was most likely from Ratz. ¡°The master is there,¡± was said. The attendant made a courteous gesture, pointing to Odette¡¯s bedroom. Why on earth? Odette unlocked her room¡¯s door with a shaky hand as she was overcome by a nagging dread. Bastian stood before the window, gazing out at the sea as waves of white light danced around him, creating an ethereal aura. Odette steeled herself and crossed the threshold into the bedroom, taking a deep breath. As the door clicked shut, Bastian slowly turned to face her. Despite the gravity of the situation, his demeanor was oddly composed, his head slightly bowed and hands clasped behind his back. But there was also an air of arrogance about him, a quality that seemed out of character for the person who had committed such a heinous act. Like a tempest suppressed within her, Odette initially responded to Bastian¡¯s presence with a courteous facade. However, as she lifted her head to meet his gaze, the full weight of reality came crashing down upon her, threatening to overwhelm her. It was as though the turbulent emotions she had been holding back had been unleashed all at once. Her mind wandered back to the Wednesday her husband had arrived, the sea sparkling in the distance under a clear, mild sky that bridged the gap between summer and fall. CH 49 The lethargy that had been nagging at Bastian all day seemed to intensify as he got out of the shower. He was too exhausted to care over his messy, damp hair as he ran his fingers through it while wearing a bathrobe that was only lightly buttoned. He couldn¡¯t remember the last time he had gotten a good night¡¯s sleep. Bastian had been pushing himself relentlessly to complete his work well ahead of schedule. Day after day, he soldiered on, taking brief naps whenever overwhelming drowsiness threatened to overtake him, consuming perfunctory meals, and then diving straight back into work. With his eyes half-shut and his steps faltering, he shuffled towards his wife¡¯s bedroom door. Though it was only nine o¡¯clock, he longed for rest today. Collapsing onto the bed with a bone-weary sigh. He appeared to be capable of sleeping for several days in a row in a deathly sleep. Bastian moved towards the corridor that connected the two rooms with a firm step. All that was left to do was wait for his father to take the bait after he had carefully constructed a lure. Final touches were being made to the preparations for the impending naval event. With just one mission left to accomplish, Bastian knew that he had to execute the perfect portrayal of newlyweds in love. This was precisely why he had agreed to Admiral Demel¡¯s offer of a honeymoon vacation, despite the web of lies that would inevitably ensnare him. Deceiving the ever-suspicious Crown Prince of Belov would require a complex and intricate fabrication, but it was the only way to capitalize on the freedom he had worked so hard to secure. He finally reached the end of the dimly lighted hallway and gently knocked on Odette¡¯s door. His wet hair was making a lovely pitter-patter sound as it fell onto the bridge of his nose, mixing in with her response. ¡°Please, come in,¡± Odette¡¯s voice was melodic and serene, utterly devoid of surprise or suspicion. Bastian pushed the door open with a hand that had hastily wiped away the droplets of water from his face. Odette was standing by the window, her figure bathed in the warm glow of the light that filtered into the room. The soft radiance lent a rosy tint to her pale complexion, making her appear all the more delicate and beautiful. ¡°What are you planning to say?¡± Odette asked, wrapping a delicate lace shawl around her slender shoulders. ¡°Nothing,¡± Bastian responded, his answer catching her off guard. He crossed the room with heavy steps, his eyes heavy and bloodshot from exhaustion, even more so than they had been at dinner. His movements were sluggish and lethargic, a marked departure from his usual grace and poise. ¡°What brings you here then?¡± Odette struggled to maintain her composure, fighting to keep her emotions at bay. But with just one word, Bastian shattered the steely fa?ade that she had erected around herself. ¡°To rest,¡± Bastian walked over to the bed, and Odette¡¯s eyes widened as she realized the implications of his actions. ¡°You don¡¯t mean that we¡¯re supposed to share the same bed?¡± ¡°Why bother asking when you already know the answer?¡± Not wasting a moment as he clambered onto the bed and settled himself against the head cushion, his eyes fixed firmly on Odette. ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t understand,¡± Odette protested, her face stiff with apprehension. After taking a deep breath to steady herself, she continued in a calm and measured tone. ¡°I realized that due to the Crown Prince Belov¡¯s visit, the day when we must live together has been moved up. It¡¯s essential for us to appear more affectionate and friendly towards each other. However¡­¡± Bastian only revealed his actions to Odette after the fact. Although it was disrespectful of him to act without consulting her first, she chose not to voice her objection. It would be sheer folly to invite ridicule by harping on the niceties of marital decorum, especially when the contract had already been signed and sealed. Employee and employer, after all. Odette was determined to honor the boundaries that Bastian had set for their relationship. She refrained from prying into Sandrine¡¯s affairs and dutifully complied with any unilateral directives that came her way. ¡°However?¡± Bastian murmured, his voice low and strained with fatigue as he gently closed his eyes. To Odette¡¯s surprise, he seemed utterly spent, another startling fact that left her puzzled. ¡°I¡¯m happy to cooperate with you, Bastian, but is it really necessary?¡± Odette asked, offering her apologies as graciously as she could. ¡°We¡¯ve been using separate bedrooms for a while now, and there haven¡¯t been any disturbances or disruptions.¡± Bastian opened his eyes just as the weight of the silence between them grew heavier.¡±What if an issue arises at the most crucial moment? Are you willing to take responsibility?¡± Odette paused for a moment, ¡°Well, that¡¯s¡­¡± Bastian¡¯s gaze sharpened as he fixed his eyes on Odette, who found herself rendered speechless. ¡°There may already be rumors circulating about the Klauswitz couple living in separate quarters. They just haven¡¯t gained enough traction yet to surface in the open.¡± Bastian leaned over to the bedside table and switched off the lamp, enveloping the room in darkness. The overwhelming weariness that had taken hold of him was now compounded by a throbbing headache, making him feel as though he were sinking into the depths of the ocean. Amidst the haze of his fatigue, the only clear image that he could discern was that of Odette standing in the faint glow of the moonlight. ¡°But¡­ it¡¯s only natural for respectable couples to have separate bedrooms,¡± Odette offered, after much contemplation. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t know, being a bastard and all,¡± With a heavy thud, Bastian collapsed onto the bed, engulfed in the soft, sweet fragrance of Odette¡¯s body. ¡°Who¡¯s to say that the grandson of an antique dealer can¡¯t be just as noble as you?¡± Odette¡¯s eyes flickered uncertainly at his lightly joke. ¡°I didn¡¯t mean it like that. It¡¯s just that¡­¡± ¡°Let¡¯s continue this discussion tomorrow, Odette,¡± Bastian interrupted, letting out a long, tired sigh and closing his eyes. He had reached his limit, and he knew that he was in no state to handle Odette¡¯s wrath. ¡°I can¡¯t quite hear you now,¡± he murmured softly, already half-asleep. ¡°We¡¯ll pick up where we left off tomorrow.¡± ¡°Bastian?¡± Odette¡¯s voice called out his name, growing steadily closer. Despite his efforts to rouse himself, Bastian found that his body was no longer under the control of his consciousness. One step, then another. As the sound of approaching footsteps came to a halt, he felt a gentle hand shaking his shoulder with delicate care. That was the last thing that Bastian could recall from that fateful night. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Duke Dyssen¡¯s eyes flicked open, without so much as a twitch of movement. The caregiver returned to the hospital room just in time, only to be startled by the sight of the Duke¡¯s open eyes. Taken aback, he stepped back, causing the sound of a clattering tray and clinking cups to reverberate through the stillness of the night. In that moment, Duke Dyssen remained motionless, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on the ceiling overhead. ¡°Alright then. It couldn¡¯t have been a dream,¡± Duke Dyssen muttered to himself, chuckling softly before suddenly turning his gaze towards the caregiver. ¡°Raise me up immediately!¡± A flash of anger crossed his face, causing his previous smile to vanish in an instant. Taken aback, the caregiver quickly raised Duke Dyssen and helped him to sit upright. ¡°I knew my memory wasn¡¯t failing me. That girl is the one who did this to me!¡± Duke Dyssen ranted, talking nonsense and causing a ruckus. With a quiet, resigned sigh, the caregiver took a step back. It was the same commotion every single day, so there was nothing new about it. No one would have bothered to attend to the notorious patient had it not been for the generous compensation provided by his son-in-law. ¡°Did you have a nightmare? Would you like me to get you a sedative?¡± The caregiver offered up formal words of comfort, albeit with some reluctance. In the past, the Duke had been known to become even more angry and vicious in response to such inquiries, often resorting to profanity-laced outbursts. However, on this particular occasion, he seemed to be quieter than usual. ¡°Bring me pen and paper, quickly!¡± Duke Dyssen barked out the order, running his frustrated hand through his disheveled hair. With a weary sigh, the caregiver quickly complied with the Duke¡¯s demand. As soon as the table with writing tools and paper was placed before him, Duke Dyssen pounced upon it like a famished predator, his bloodshot eyes glittering with a manic intensity. In that moment, it was as if he had been transformed into a raving lunatic. Unconcerned with the caregiver¡¯s departure, Duke Dyssen poured all of his energy into crafting his letter, his focus unbreakable. ¡°Tira. That damn bastard,¡± Duke Dyssen muttered through heavy breaths as he tightened his grip on the pen. What had occurred that day was far from a mere accident, and the final pieces of his fragmented memory had now fallen into place. He could recall with vivid clarity the feeling of Tira¡¯s hand shoving him with force, as well as the fact that Odette had been present on the stairs and had witnessed the entire scene. Despite this, both girls had kept their mouths firmly shut. With dry, chapped lips, Duke Dyssen set about penning a letter seething with resentment and bitterness towards Tira. It was absolutely unimaginable that Tira and Odette could have planned a plot together. Since none of them have the strength necessary to carry out such a scheme, it was obvious that a third person must have provided them with aid. The most likely suspect was none other than the lowly grandson of the antique dealer, the man who had the nerve to marry Odette. Yes, that had to be it. Duke Dyssen was certain of it. As he gazed down at his immobilized leg, a wave of agony twisted his features into a mask of terrible pain. Right after the accident had occurred, the man had wasted no time in proposing to Odette. To Duke Dyssen¡¯s dismay, she had accepted without hesitation, as if she had been anticipating the offer. He had later learned that Tira was attending a prestigious girls¡¯ school, while Odette was enjoying a life of luxury on the man¡¯s dime. It had been a perfect, happy ending for everyone involved, except for Duke Dyssen himself, who remained confined to the hospital, tormented by his thoughts and suspicions. He was convinced that the trio of bastards had played a part in his downfall, but he couldn¡¯t understand why the pieces of his memory hadn¡¯t fallen into place sooner. Duke Dyssen surveyed the room with a sense of apprehension, acutely aware of how much of his waking hours over the past few months had been spent under the influence of various drugs. What other secrets and conspiracies might be lurking in the shadows? He knew that he needed to see Odette immediately, and the mere thought of her stirred a fierce determination within him. His hand trembled with a potent mixture of anger and adrenaline as he began to write frantically, the sound of the nib scratching against paper echoing through the stillness of the night. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The gentle warmth of the sunlight creeping over the edge of the bed roused Odette from her slumber, signaling the start of a morning unlike any other. As she lay on her back, gazing up at the ceiling, her eyes were immediately drawn to the lazily swaying shadow cast by the shifting light. The sunlight filtering in through the window felt noticeably softer than it had just a few weeks before, a subtle reminder that the seasons were beginning to shift once again. The crispness of the blanket and the pleasant warmth it provided were also telltale signs of the impending change. As Odette lay there, taking in the fading sunlight and contemplating the arrival of autumn, she thought about the events of the previous night. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, the memories still fresh in her mind. ¡®Bastian¡¯ The sound of her own voice, calling out the name echoed through Odette¡¯s mind, jolting her awake from her drowsy state. But as she came to her senses, the sound of laughter filled her ears, causing her to wonder if it was all just a dream. Slowly, she turned her head to the side, hoping against hope that the warmth she felt beside her and the sense of someone¡¯s gaze upon her was real. For so long, the bed beside hers had remained empty and cold. Odette¡¯s eyes met Bastian¡¯s as he lounged on the bed, looking down at her. As she gazed into his piercing blue eyes, her mind began to clear, and memories of the previous night flooded back to her. She remembered watching him fall asleep in the bed he had claimed as his own, feeling a mixture of frustration and confusion. But now, as she lay next to him once again, she could only feel a sense of curiosity and longing. As Odette laid down next to Bastian, she felt uneasy and restless. She feared that her movements would disturb his slumber. After all, they had experienced the consequences of sleeping separately before, as seen during their stay at Demel¡¯s villa. Despite her despair, Odette resolved to endure and persevere through the night. However, to her surprise, she fell into a deep, restful sleep like never before. Odette¡¯s cheeks burned brighter as she caught a glimpse of Bastian¡¯s hand, rough and rugged yet gentle as it cradled her face. As he drew her gaze back to him, she fell for his piercing blue eyes. It was as if the world had faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in a moment frozen in time. Bastian chuckled, his laughter filling the air as Odette bowed courteously to him. Her appearance became even more unkempt as a result of his playful tugging on her hair, which only made her more endearing. It was a romantic moment that would have led anyone to believe that the couple was a blissful newlywed couple living the best of their lives, showered in love. ¡°Are you ready, madam?¡± Bastian asked abruptly, his laughter subsiding. Odette nodded in response, feeling compelled to do so despite her unease. CH 50 The Captain Klauswitz and his wife¡¯s sizzling honeymoon rapidly became the talk of the mansion. The recognized discord theory was no longer valid. It all seemed fake and a lie. ¡°I heard that last night they slept in the same bed?¡± Everyone¡¯s attention was on the common room when the head maid, a hostess¡¯s assistant, appeared. Dora sat down and poured herself a cup of tea rather than responding with a sigh. The immature maid¡¯s words added fuel to the already raging fire. ¡°Is it true that they kissed in front of everyone? Only our young master would do such a thing in front of the servants.¡± ¡°It seems their relationship is not as everyone assumed. The rumors of a reluctant marriage due to pregnancy and living in separate rooms were all false. Perhaps the young master really loves the madam?¡± Dora responded calmly while sipping her tea. ¡°Otherwise, what other reason could there be?¡± Dora remained silent, but the chatter in the common room continued to escalate. She massaged her throbbing forehead and took a sip of her now-cold tea. As Bastian settled into life in Ardene, he and Odette started each morning together. The first time their head maid caught a glimpse of them in the same bed, she nearly let out a scream of shock. She had never expected to see Bastian there. However, as the days passed, the sight became more routine and mundane. The intimacy between the man and woman who had spent the night together was unmistakable, yet they maintained their composure and grace. They appeared like any other sophisticated newlyweds, and it was startling to see that their once highly unconventional marriage was now becoming increasingly mundane and unremarkable, despite previously being the talk of the entire empire. The maid nervously paced around the common room and cautiously asked, ¡°What if the master truly cares for the madam?¡± This was the same girl who was scolded for laughing at the hostess on her wedding day. Dora let out a deep sigh and touched her forehead as she replied, ¡°If you wish to continue working here, please refrain from indulging in baseless speculation.¡± The events of this morning were far from ordinary, they transformed Dora¡¯s previously nebulous foreboding into a concrete certainty. Despite the familiar chime of the hostess¡¯s call bell, Dora braced herself and ascended the stairs with two steaming cups of tea and a newspaper in tow. Dora focused intently on her duties, resisting the urge to pry into her master¡¯s personal affairs. Meanwhile, Bastian stirred from his slumber and flung open the window for a breath of fresh air. With his tousled robe haphazardly draped over his frame, he sauntered over to the table by the window where a pitcher of water sat. As he gazed upon his wife, time seemed to stand still, and he remained transfixed long after his glass was drained. It was as if he had become lost in the depths of his own contemplation. Dora hovered tentatively a few paces away, biding her time for the opportune moment. Though she could have easily offered her salutations and made her exit, something held her back from speaking too hastily. Before long, Bastian strode away, leaving Dora feeling both relieved and bewildered by the encounter. Her sense of disorientation only deepened as she pondered the cryptic exchange. Bastian strode confidently towards his wife¡¯s bedside, unwavering in his approach. Just as Odette set down her empty cup and raised her gaze, he drew near and lowered his head in a gesture of tenderness. Before she could fully grasp the significance of the moment, Bastian had already pressed his lips to her forehead in a gentle, fleeting kiss. Though the encounter was brief, its impact lingered in the air for long. Bastian lavished his wife with a tender kiss before retreating to the bathroom, following his usual routine. The loving exchange left Dora feeling almost guilty, as if she had witnessed a moment of unguarded intimacy between the newlyweds. It was a scene straight out of a fairy tale, a sweet and romantic moment that made her heart flutter with warmth. ¡°I¡¯m already out of the madam¡¯s line of sight, Head Maid Dora. What should I do now?¡± The maid¡¯s voice trembled with anxiety, jolting Dora from her reverie. ¡°Try not to worry too much. The mistress is unlikely to dwell on that incident any longer,¡± Odette displayed an uncommon selflessness towards the servants who often sneered and snickered behind her back. It wasn¡¯t that she forgot their disdainful behavior, but rather that she chose not to dwell on it. Even after winning her husband¡¯s affection, Odette remained unchanged in her demeanor. As the daughter of a beggar princess, she had only been married to the master for a short while, yet Dora had already come to appreciate her refined and dignified nature, that her previous assumptions about Odette being a vulgar type proved themselves false. After consoling the anxious maid, Dora rose to attend to her duties. Just as she was about to depart, she caught sight of the young maid skulking out of the common room. ¡°Molly! Where are you off to? You still have work to do,¡± Dora called out ¡°I¡¯m just heading to the garden for a bit,¡± Molly replied with a cheerful smile, her answer suggesting a carefree attitude. Despite being a recent addition to the staff, Molly was diligent in her work but tended to be idle and anxious during her free time. ¡°Looks like you¡¯re trying to slack off again,¡± Dora accused. ¡°I¡¯m not! I come from the countryside, and being surrounded by grass makes me feel better. It¡¯s the truth, ma¡¯am,¡± Molly replied, her frustration evident. ¡°I only wanted to get some fresh air while the mistress is practicing the piano. You know perfectly well that I work hard from dawn until dusk.¡± ¡°When are you going to learn proper manners and stop with this burlesque business?¡± Dora scolded the young maid, but her nodding head conveyed a hint of kindness. Although being stubborn, the young maid was also intelligent, and with proper guidance, she could become a valuable senior servant. Like a young colt full of excitement, Molly bolted out of the common room. Dora followed, leaving behind strict instructions for the other servants to keep quiet about the master and his wife¡¯s private affairs. ¡°Look at that. It¡¯s not like she¡¯s being idle.¡± Glancing around nonchalantly, Dora¡¯s laughter erupted when she caught a glimpse of Molly through the window. The young maid was sprinting into the depths of the forest, already far away from the garden. With an intrigued expression, Dora followed the enchanting melody that echoed through the halls. It was as if the notes themselves were leading her towards the source of the music. She walked with a light step, feeling as though she was drawn to the solarium by some unseen force. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian remarked with affection that she was an unfailingly tenacious woman. As he followed the lovely piano melody that resounded through the corridor every day and saw Odette at the end of it, his conviction was reinforced. Bastian discreetly sat down on the edge of a chaise lounge as he approached the solarium, ready to take in the symphonic ambiance that enveloped his wife. The all-glass room sticking out into the ocean appeared to be a tropical paradise when bathed in the brilliant sunlight. Odette was seated in the middle of the room, totally engrossed in playing the white piano and utterly ignorant of his presence. Odette labored nonstop from dawn until sunset, adhering to her own set of regulations with the high precision of a well-trained soldier. But unlike a soldier, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to each of the simple pleasures of reading, knitting, and playing the piano throughout the day. In stark contrast to the life of poverty she had experienced only a few months before, Odette¡¯s interests were a tribute to her noble character. She was grounded and real despite her new-found riches, so it would be unfair to dismiss her goals as simple showmanship or vanity. Bastian, on the other hand, was convinced of one thing even though he may not have fully understood the scope of Odette¡¯s desires. The hostess¡¯s duties remained consistent, and Odette was a dedicated worker, always attentive to the upkeep of the estate, even tasks that could have been delegated to the butler or head maid. Along with her commitment to her work, her status within high society was gradually solidifying, without requiring extravagant expenditures. As his wife practiced the piano, Bastian decided against announcing his presence and instead sat gently with his legs crossed. It appeared that something was not right when she began to look more and more serious. At some point, Odette ceased playing and fixed her gaze on the sheet music with a determined expression. Retrieving the pencil she had earlier left on the music stand, she made a mark on the score to highlight a challenging section, and then meticulously studied the notes. With each tap of her fingers on the piano rim, she diligently established the rhythm, approaching the task as if she were cracking a complex code. Bastian was awed by her stunning performance as she sang. Although other people might think her singing was just a dull hum, Bastian could hear her brilliance in every beautiful note. Just as the memory of the starry night washed over Bastian¡¯s mind, reminiscent of the song of the sea witch, Odette turned her head slowly. The sudden sound of the pencil dropping in surprise was accompanied by her melodic voice calling out his name. It was as if every syllable was imbued with a musical resonance. ¡°When did you come in?¡± Odette asked. Bastian gestured calmly towards the piano, ¡°Please, keep going. It sounds lovely.¡± After a brief moment of hesitation, Odette shook her head slightly and began to tidy up the sheet music. ¡°Thank you for the compliment, but I am aware that I still have much to learn.¡± ¡°Do you really think so?¡± ¡°Yes, it has been so long since I played the piano that my hands have become stiff.¡± She finished arranging the sheet music and stood up from the piano. ¡°When I become proficient enough to perform without feeling embarrassed, I will give you an official performance.¡± Odette concluded the awkward conversation with empty pleasantries. Bastian simply nodded in response and stood up from his chair with a cool demeanor. ¡°Did you complete your work successfully?¡± Odette broke the uncomfortable silence by changing the subject. Later, as she began to practice the piano, Bastian retreated to his study to tend to his business affairs. Being a dedicated workaholic, it was not difficult to keep track of his busy lifestyle. Bastian lightly tapped his chin, ¡°Well, more or less.¡± He took a step forward, causing the distance between them to narrow gradually, like the sound of waves drifting in through the window. However, just as the gap between them became close enough for their shadows to meet, the butler appeared. ¡°The horses have arrived, master.¡± Lovis informed him, ¡°They are settling in their new paddock. Would you like to see it for yourself?¡± ¡°Okay,¡± Bastian replied absentmindedly. Despite conversing with Lovis, his gaze was still fixed on Odette. It was apparent that he was not content with the embarrassing rumors that had already circulated throughout the mansion. Bastian abruptly wrapped his arms around Odette¡¯s waist ¡°Do you know how to ride a horse?¡± Although feeling breathless, Odette managed to maintain a smile on her face, pretending to be a loving wife. ¡°A little bit,¡± she replied briefly. The response sounded absurd to her, but it was the only answer she could give. CH 51 Odette gazed at the pasture with a slightly puzzled expression. Several horses were casually roaming around the vast meadow that was enclosed by a white fence. Although she knew the stable was located around the area, it was her first time visiting it. ¡°Master, madam, are you here?¡± called out the stable workers as they hurried to greet them. As Bastian conversed with the stable keeper, Odette took a closer look at the pasture. Although she didn¡¯t know much about horses, it was evident to her that all the horses in the stable had exceptional pedigrees. Odette was awestruck by the sight before her, but Bastian¡¯s voice calling her name brought her back to reality. As she approached her husband, the stable keeper arrived with a snow-white horse. ¡°This is Shune, madam,¡± the stable keeper informed Odette. ¡°She¡¯s a three-year-old mare, but very docile and clever. You won¡¯t find it difficult to handle.¡± After the brief explanation, Bastian was handed the reins. ¡°Let me know if you don¡¯t feel confident. I¡¯ll buy you a pony to practice on.¡± Bastian said. Odette shook her head and walked towards the white mare. ¡°I learned to ride horses when I was a child, but it¡¯s been a long time, so I might have lost the feel of it.¡± ¡°When was the last time you rode a horse?¡± ¡°I think it¡¯s been about six years.¡± She fed a sugar cube to the horse offered by a stable worker, displaying her natural ease in handling the animal. It appeared that teaching her the basics would not be necessary as she seemed quite adept at it. ¡°There are no saddles available for women. Are you all right with that? ¡°Bastian asked ¡°Yes. I¡¯ve previously ridden in her father¡¯s saddle. Although my mother detested it, I preferred it that way.¡± Odette rubbed the horse¡¯s mane while softly grinning. Bastian was made aware of who this woman was by the sight. Her mother was a princess even though she was a sinner and lived in exile. If Duke Dyssen had not succumbed to his vain greed, she would have led a life of comfort, supported by the money raised by selling her jewels and the favor of her relatives abroad. As a distinguished hostess of a prestigious aristocratic family or even as the Queen of a foreign royal family, the future that Duke Dyssen had envisioned for his daughter could have been within her reach. ¡°All right, let¡¯s take a ride.¡± Bastian flashed a glance after getting rid of his pointless thoughts, and the stable keeper moved the footrest. Odette mounted the horse with ease, despite her improper attire. Her movements were graceful and nimble, and her posture was impeccable, revealing her natural athleticism. As Bastian led the horse with Odette on its back, they walked slowly through the pasture. At first, Odette appeared nervous, but soon she regained her confidence from her childhood memories. The horse seemed to have no problem carrying her weight and even seemed to enjoy it. Bastian moved away from the action and stood back to observe. Odette took the reins and slowly guided the horse around the huge meadow. She felt considerably more assured by the time she made it back to Bastian¡¯s side. ¡°It appears that the madam is not in need of a pony.¡± The eyes of the stable staff widened as they noticed Odette progressively gaining speed. ¡°I believe we¡¯ve practiced enough. How do you feel about it?¡± Bastian proposed. Odette¡¯s eyes widened with surprise and joy, resembling that of a child receiving an unexpected gift. In response, Bastian motioned with his chin, prompting the workers to open the fence gate. ¡°Go ahead and run free,¡± Bastian directed his gaze towards the other side of the road that led into the forest. As Odette¡¯s eyes fixated in that direction, a mixture of excitement and apprehension was visible in her expression. ¡°You don¡¯t have to worry, Odette. I¡¯ll follow behind you.¡± As Bastian calmly reassured her, Odette¡¯s expression transformed into one of relief. Her smile, unguarded and fresh, conveyed a sense of liberation, a departure from the burden of worldly concerns that had previously weighed her down. Without hesitation, she took hold of the reins and urged her horse to pass through the wide-open gate. Gradually increasing their pace, they ventured deeper into the forest until Odette began to run with fervor. Bastian, observing her abandon all conventions, understood why she had no regard for riding in a lady¡¯s saddle. Over the wooded path lined with trees rising far into the sky, the sound of horses¡¯ hooves started to reverberate. The branches with overgrown leaves rippled as the birds took flight after being startled by the presence. The shadows cast by the sunlight moved in time with that beat, resembling the intricate lace that Odette meticulously wove each night. In order to gain a wide-angle perspective of the surroundings, Bastian kept a close enough distance as he followed Odette. The ribbons holding her hair in place came undone right as the breeze started to carry a stronger sea scent. Like a bird taking flight, the white ribbon soared through the air and quickly vanished into the dense forest. Odette, caught off guard by its sudden departure, slowed her pace and turned her head in its direction. Realizing it was irretrievable, she refocused her attention ahead and continued her run. The striking contrast between her luscious black tresses and pristine white attire heightened the significance of the moment, etching it into memory. Bastian glanced at Odette, who had suddenly become alien, and his eyes progressively grew smaller. In the meantime, the forest¡¯s edge was drawing near. Odette was running towards the light and he made the hasty decision to catch up with her. The two horses simultaneously stepped into the brilliant sunlight and began running side by side. Horse hooves galloping along with the soft sound of the waves lapping against the sandy beach. As they rode along the trail that followed the border between the woodland and the sea, Bastian¡¯s attention was fixed on the woman who shone like the sun the entire time. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Theodora gingerly broke the seal on the envelope. The words scrawled inside were a chaotic jumble of misspelled words and illegible handwriting, but she managed to glean some sense of the message. ¡°It¡¯s fanciful, not at all like Bastian,¡± remarked Theodora with a chuckle, as she meticulously perused the letter that had been handed to her by the maid. After some time had passed, Bastian finally settled into his grandiose new mansion and began ostentatiously sharing his bed with his wife, as if flaunting their intimacy for all to see. This was the essence of the tale, replete with vivid descriptions of their extravagant displays of affection, which were both astonishing and nonsensical. The news may not have been precisely what was anticipated, but it did serve to validate the efficacy of the spy who had been planted next to Bastian¡¯s wife. This information would prove useful in the foreseeable future. ¡°Your recommendation was spot on, and I¡¯m glad I followed it. Nancy, your niece Molly is exceptionally astute. I¡¯m delighted with her,¡± exclaimed Theodora, as she discarded the shredded letter and commended the diligent efforts of her maid, beaming with a gentle smile. The countenance of the other maid, who stood alongside her, soured visibly, but Theodora paid her no heed. These two seasoned maids had been faithful servants of the family since their parents¡¯ time, and they played a significant role in eliminating the daughter of the antique dealer, who happened to be Bastian¡¯s biological mother. With their unswerving loyalty and invaluable contributions, it was evident that they were now entirely devoted to Theodora. In their zealous pursuit of their mistress¡¯s favor, the two maids had become fierce adversaries, but this cutthroat rivalry worked to Theodora¡¯s advantage. Their fierce competition spurred them on to perform exceptionally well, demonstrating their competence and trustworthiness time and time again. ¡°Even as a young child, Molly had shown remarkable intelligence. If I retain her services, I¡¯m certain she¡¯ll be a great asset,¡± said Theodora, praising Nancy¡¯s niece. Nancy¡¯s face lit up with happiness upon hearing the compliment. ¡°How can you consider employing a child whose visage has already been peddled as a potential housemaid?¡± Susan interjected, her tone sharp and critical. Dejected by the rebuke, she glared at Theodora, who was watching the tension unfold with a serene expression. Theodora rose to her feet, gesturing dismissively with her hand. ¡°My dear Susan, I have my own methods for evaluating a person¡¯s worth. Rest assured, Molly¡¯s past is of no consequence to me,¡± she replied calmly. ¡°I haven¡¯t hired Molly officially as my personal assistant, so there¡¯s no need to worry. I¡¯ll find another role for her,¡± Theodora reassured Nancy, then turned to address Susan. ¡°However, we must keep a watchful eye on Duke Dyssen¡¯s daughter. Do you think Molly is up to the task?¡± she asked, acknowledging the concerns of both maids. Once the two women fell silent, Theodora made her way over to the window and pulled aside the heavy curtains, revealing a magnificent view of Bastian¡¯s new mansion on the other side of the bay. As she watched Bastian perform for the emperor, she thought if he was genuinely serious or merely putting on a show. This wasn¡¯t the same Bastian she had known before. He was never one to make rash decisions for love, or at least, that was the impression she had always had of him. In fact, she couldn¡¯t be sure if he even understood what love truly meant. Carl Illis, Bastian¡¯s grandfather, had once accused them of destroying the boy, but such an accusation was far-fetched. After all, Bastian had never been a typical child, with his unnervingly still gaze and other peculiarities. As she gazed into Bastian¡¯s eyes, it felt as if she was being drawn into a dark abyss, devoid of any glimmer of hope. She knew that the young man before her had endured years of hardship and struggle, and she admired him for his tenacity and resilience. But as she reminisced about the boy she had known before, the one she had pushed to the brink time and time again, she felt a twinge of disgust. How could she have treated him so harshly? How had he become so strong despite her actions? These were questions she couldn¡¯t answer. While Jeff Klauswitz may have been pleased that the antique dealer had taken his grandson with him, Theodora held a different perspective. She believed that even if it meant risking scandal, she would have preferred to stay within the walls of the mansion. Had she done so, she would have been spared the terrible disgrace she had endured. Bastian was once like a helpless cub that they had released into the wild in order to protect their family¡¯s honor. But he returned as a fierce and savage beast, causing people to hold their breath in awe. His mouth hung open, revealing sharp fangs. Instructing Nancy with a cold voice, Theodora commanded her to be cautious and keep a close eye on what captivates Bastian¡¯s wife. Pouring herself a generous serving of brandy, she sank back into her chair, drowning herself in the potent drink. ¡°Perhaps Nancy can cozy up to that beggar princess and become her confidante,¡± she mused, her laughter ringing out sharply. Theodora took another sip and pondered whether it would be horrible if everything in the hidden letter were true. Perhaps, there were no better manacles than love. CH 52 As Bastian entered Odette¡¯s room, he felt as if he was crossing a threshold into a different world. The faint sound of water running from the bathroom only added to the eerie silence that enveloped the space, amplified by the closed door that separated their bedrooms. Despite the late hour, the room was as bright as day, flooded with light that seemed to emanate from every corner. He wondered if Odette preferred the brightness, a stark contrast to his own minimalistic lighting preferences. With each step he took, Bastian felt himself moving deeper into the light, as if being pulled towards a source of power and energy that he couldn¡¯t resist any more. Upon closer inspection, the hostess¡¯s bedroom had not undergone many changes since the interior decorator had worked on it. It appeared to be a bit disordered at first glance, but the majority of the items had been present since the beginning. There were few things that could be deemed as belonging to Odette, leaving a sense of emptiness in the space that was meant to be hers. The room was meticulously arranged, yet it lacked vitality, appearing more like a place that could be abandoned at a moment¡¯s notice. It resembled the interior of an officer¡¯s quarters or a cabin on a warship. As Bastian scanned the room, his eyes fell upon the dressing table and the collection of glass bottles atop it. He paused at the sight of a gold comb, engraved with the fancy initials ¡°H,¡± which was undoubtedly Odette¡¯s prized possession. The princess only left her daughter with an old comb. It demonstrated just how much Duke Dyssen had damaged the lives of his family. Bastian placed the comb back where it belonged and moved gently in the direction of the bed. He heard a knock as he came to a stop in front of a bed bench with a scarf and gown nicely folded. The butler bowed and presented the letter he had brought for the madam. Bastian¡¯s expression remained placid as he took it, but a faint crease formed on his forehead as he recognized the sender¡¯s name. The Duke of Dissen, previously confined to the hospital, had reached out to them. Bastian strode towards the table beside the window, holding the letter in hand. He retrieved a cigarette and lit it, his gaze remained fixated on the envelope, the smoke from his cigarette swirled around him. It was almost comical how many words he still had left to say to his daughter, but Bastian knew what he had to do. With a boldness that felt like exercising a natural right, he opened the envelope and unfolded the letter with no faint trace of hesitation. Duke Dyssen¡¯s letter was a blatant display of his disdain towards his daughter and son-in-law. His usual pleasantries were conspicuously absent, replaced with a barrage of scathing remarks aimed at their ¡°disgraceful¡± marriage and the ¡°lowly¡± man he had associated with. The large sheet of paper was densely packed with curses and reprimands, spitting his extreme anger and frustration at having his previous letters ignored. Bastian casually tossed aside the letter, finding it unworthy of further attention. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, pondering the unfortunate circumstance that only the Duke¡¯s back was broken. It would have been more satisfying if his wrists were also fractured, preventing him from ever penning such drivel again. After extinguishing his cigarette, Bastian stood up holding the letter in his hand and a lighter. As soon as the bathroom door opened, he hurled the lighted letter into the fireplace. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Odette strode towards the dressing table with a bright smile, accompanied by her trusty maid. Her demeanor had shifted, no longer displaying the same level of surprise and panic as earlier. Meanwhile, Bastian calmly inspected the remnants of the letter, now reduced to a pile of ashes. Once satisfied, he settled onto the bed, facing the dressing table with a leisurely air. As the young maid carefully dried her hair, Odette meticulously applied a substance from a beautifully adorned glass jar onto her face. As she opened a pottery bottle adorned with violets, their eyes met in the mirror. Odette averted her gaze, hoping Bastian would succumb to slumber as he usually did, but to no avail. He remained motionless, showing no signs of retiring for the night. She gave up on her futile dreams and resumed working. After carefully applying the cream she had taken out of the bottles, she put the bottles back in their original position. Moving right to left, according to the use. She had picked up the behavior from her mother. ¡°Madam, I have completed my duties and will take my leave now,¡± the maid announced politely. After the maid left to tidy up the bathroom, Molly approached and respectfully lowered her head. Odette was worried about being left alone, but she was at a loss for how to justify keeping them around any longer. At that very moment, the door squeaked open and shut once more, but Bastian remained seated in the same position, looking at Odette in the mirror. Sensing an obligation to break the silence, Odette searched for a suitable topic to broach. Although she was genuinely curious about the letter Bastian had torched, she decided against raising the matter and risking a discordant atmosphere. Furthermore, she had a hunch about the contents of the letter, and thus saw no reason to hear Sandrine¡¯s name uttered from Bastian¡¯s lips once more. Despite her desire to recline, Odette found herself unable to relinquish the comb, owing to Bastian¡¯s persistent presence. The unyielding silence weighed heavily on her, and the task of brushing her seemingly interminable locks provided some semblance of distraction. Meanwhile, Bastian observed the spectacle with an air of nonchalance, as though he were a spectator at a captivating performance. Truly, he was an enigmatic and dominating figure, unlike any other. ¡­¡­¡­¡­.. Even after Bastian emerged from the shower, Odette remained steadfast at the dressing table, vigorously brushing her hair without respite. He chuckled softly before retiring to bed, cognizant of the fact that she was the type of woman who would continue brushing her hair all night if he didn¡¯t lie down first. While her tenacity was perplexing, he resolved to respect her wishes and accommodate her accordingly. After all, he had no desire to engage in a futile altercation. Bastian tightened his gown and reclined on the bed, shutting his eyes in the process. After a while, Odette ceased her hair brushing and rose from her seat, moving with a grace and silence that belied her presence. Despite her quietude, Bastian was acutely aware of her movements. Odette proceeded to perform her customary bedtime routine, traversing the room and extinguishing the various sources of light. Electric chandeliers, wall lamps, oil lamps, and candelabras all succumbed to her touch, culminating in a state of near-total darkness. The lights dimmed one by one until the bedroom was completely in the black. Odette finally shut off her nightlight and stepped cautiously towards the bed. She initially thought that the bed¡¯s extra width made people feel lonely, but after sharing it with a large man, she had a change of heart. Odette lay on his side and drew the covers up to her chin, relishing the warmth of the bed that was suffused with Bastian¡¯s body heat. The sensation reminded her of bygone times when she slept soundly with Tira nestled in her embrace. Desiring to avoid indulging in futile nostalgia, Odette promptly shut her eyes and attempted to fall asleep. But as moments stretched into minutes, her consciousness sharpened rather than diminished. Odette slowly tilted her head towards the side next to her after opening her eyes in resignation. She had assumed Bastian had dozed off, but he was startlingly alert. His eyes were filled with Odette, who was as silent as the night. ¡°Sleep evading you?¡± Odette asked, her voice steadier than her racing heart. Bastian responded with a smile, ¡°And you?¡± Thankfully, his demeanor was not as disagreeable as earlier. Odette released her guard and exhaled a lengthy sigh before nodding. ¡°I¡¯m exhausted, yet I can¡¯t seem to sleep peacefully.¡± She placed her hands on her chest and gazed up at the ceiling. ¡°Thank you for your hard work today, Bastian.¡± Odette expressed her gratitude, her gaze still fixed on the darkness outside. ¡°I¡¯m grateful to you for today. Riding a horse after such a long time was wonderful. It reminded me of my childhood.¡± ¡°Would you like to go back to that time?¡± Bastian asked. Odette hesitated for a moment, ¡°It¡¯s just a pointless assumption.¡± She turned her head with a graceful tilt, smoothly changing the subject to safer and more superficial topics such as the current weather, social trends, and their schedule for the month. ¡°Perhaps we could invite Lord Xanders to the garden party we have planned for this weekend?¡± Odette proposed, flashing a rare and genuine smile as she faced Bastian once more. ¡°The botanist, Xanders?¡± ¡°Yes, that¡¯s the one. The Xanders family also has a villa in Ardene, and I heard that they were there last weekend. He expressed interest in dining with us if we ever extended an invitation,¡± ¡°Why is it that we now need to add a name that wasn¡¯t on the invitation list?¡± Bastian asked. ¡°The aristocratic Xanders family has consistently occupied the front row of the Imperial Nobility Yearbook. Becoming friends with him will help you get noticed in the social scene.¡± Odette wasn¡¯t easily deterred, not even by Bastian¡¯s cold-hearted protest. Her demeanour amply demonstrated her confidence in and kindness towards Maximin von Xanders. Who the hell is assisting who, exactly? Bastian found Odette¡¯s graciousness intriguing, but he remained silent. After all, it was her responsibility as the hostess to make such decisions. As long as there was no specific reason to object, he had no interest in questioning her choice of guests. Odette proceeded to discuss the party¡¯s schedule and menu options, but Bastian found the conversation tedious. Her voice had grown noticeably drowsy by the time she finished her report on the matter. ¡°I think it¡¯s time for me to sleep now,¡± Odette whispered softly, slowly opening her closed eyes. Her dense lashes cast a shadow over her reddened eyes as they fluttered. ¡°Goodnight, Bastian.¡± With a gentle gaze, Bastian watched Odette as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, her breaths deep and steady. She appeared very youthful and serene, free from the weight of the world that had burdened her tired eyes earlier that day. It reminded him of the way she had spoken earlier, of feeling transported back to a time of fond memories and nostalgia. As he observed Odette sleeping peacefully, Bastian let himself drown in the sea of thoughts about her future. The future that lay ahead of her after this marriage. He knew she was intelligent and principled, but the weight of her father¡¯s expectations and the burden of their family¡¯s finances had dragged her down into a dark abyss. However, if only she could break free from these shackles and carve her own path, she had the potential to live a life more stable and prosperous than anyone else. With the possibility of a proper marriage and starting a new family, perhaps even as a labeled divorcee, Odette could potentially find herself in the position of a second wife within a moderately prestigious aristocratic family. As the future Countess Xanders, for instance, she could fulfill the role quite fittingly. While Bastian acknowledged that such a life could suit her well, a feeling of discontent stirred within him. As Odette slept, she shifted closer to Bastian, sensing the faint warmth of his breath. The scent of her skin grew stronger as their bodies drew nearer. Bastian delicately swept away the strands of hair that obscured Odette¡¯s face and neck. His gentle touch was as tender as velvet, he noticed the unexpected softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. He wondered if she was the kind of person who trusted others too easily. As he watched her peacefully slumbering form, a crooked smile tugged at the corners of his lips. It was a far cry from her defensive and prickly demeanor, yet it still made him uneasy in its own way. Bastian heaved a deep sigh, the kind that was heavy with both resignation and desire, before reluctantly getting up from the bed. He reached for the cigarette box on the nearby table and the sound of its lid being opened was soon followed by the flick of a lighter. With his back against the moonlit window, he took a long drag from the cigarette and let out a low chuckle as he looked down at the noticeable bulge in his pants. As he exhaled the blue smoke along with a string of curses, his wife remained deep in peaceful slumber, oblivious to the stirrings of her husband¡¯s passion. CH 53 Duke Dyssen, with an air of anger, asked once more, ¡°Did the letter not arrive?¡± seemingly forgetting that he had already been given the same answer on multiple occasions. The caregiver politely responded with restraint, ¡°I can assure you, Your Grace, that no letter was delivered to you.¡± The Duke had always babbled nonsense when he first awoke, but lately his condition had gotten worse. The caretaker was really concerned that he might need to be admitted to a mental health ward. ¡°There must be some mistake. Please go down and check it again. And this time, make sure to check thoroughly.¡± Dyssen insisted, ¡°I understand your concern, but I¡¯ve already checked three times ¨C yesterday and the two days prior.¡± The caregiver¡¯s voice, trying to soothe Dyssen, was tinged with irritation that couldn¡¯t be concealed. Although he was a Duke, a member of the nobility convalescing in a high-end hospital, the truth was that he was nothing more than an abandoned invalid. At first, he even raged at his daughter for her absence, but it didn¡¯t take long for him to reconsider. He realized that his daughter had already shown immense strength and fortitude simply by staying in his life, even after cutting ties with him. ¡°Did they have the audacity to ignore me, knowing who I am?¡± The Duke¡¯s anger made him tremble as he shouted. The cycle repeated itself once again. The caregiver, struggling to find the right words, tiptoed back into the room, considering a swift exit before the Duke erupted in fury. If only she could manage to sedate him and put him to sleep, she could make it through another day without incident. ¡°Tira, that foolish girl, could never have come up with this on her own. It¡¯s clear that Odette convinced her to do it ¨C ¡®let¡¯s get rid of father and live happily ever after.¡¯ They intended to kill me. If I had fallen any harder, I would have died on the spot.¡± His words turned into sobs, causing the caregiver to freeze in shock. ¡°He destroyed Odette,¡± the Duke continued, his anger boiling over. ¡°It¡¯s all because of that despicable man. What kind of hero is he? He¡¯s the devil who ruined my life just so he could marry Odette!¡± With that, he began to strike at his crippled leg. Realizing that the Duke couldn¡¯t be left in his current state, the caregiver pressed the call button and requested the assistance of the medical staff. Within a short while, a doctor arrived, accompanied by a group of burly guards. ¡°Release me! Bring my daughter to me immediately! Bring me Odette!¡± Duke Dyssen thrashed about, even as the guards pinned him down. His struggles continued unabated, fueled by a monstrous strength that belied his frail and withered body. The caregiver retreated to the safety of a corner, observing the chaos, frightened. The Duke frantically searched for his daughter, until he was subdued with a sedative and slipped into unconsciousness. This was a different kind of rage than what she had witnessed in the past ¨C not simply a pessimism regarding his personal situation, but a fierce and consuming anger that threatened to consume everything in its path. As she listened to the Duke¡¯s ravings, the caregiver found herself contemplating the unthinkable ¨C Could it really be his daughter? Had his daughter truly been the cause of his madness? It was a dangerous thought, and one that she knew she couldn¡¯t trust blindly, especially coming from a man who was half-mad himself. The sedative took effect quickly, and soon the Duke was sound asleep. The medical staff departed, leaving behind an uncanny silence engulfing the room. As she cleaned up the Duke¡¯s room, the caregiver let out a frustrated sigh. ¡°I can¡¯t keep doing this every day,¡± she muttered to herself. ¡°It¡¯s like a never-ending war.¡± She surveyed the damage caused by the Duke¡¯s latest outburst ¨C broken fixtures and furniture strewn about the room ¨C and resigned herself to the fact that it would all need to be replaced, thanks to the deep pockets of the despised son-in-law, Bastian. It was a luxury the Duke enjoyed, even as he raged against the man who provided for him. Despite the Duke¡¯s persisting anger towards his son-in-law and daughter, the caregiver couldn¡¯t help but feel suspicious. As she exited the room, her exhausted body was plagued with an overwhelming sense of curiosity. Although there was still an hour before the next caregiver was scheduled to take over, she contemplated leaving early to ensure she wouldn¡¯t be late for lunch. After all, the Duke would be sleeping all day, so she saw no harm in finishing her shift a bit earlier. Yes. Patients who are overcome with despair and melancholy must have a special sense of victimization. The caretaker fought all the way to the city center on the train, but she was only able to get to that conclusion. Working for the Duke was a precarious situation, but the high salary made it hard to pass up. It was best to tread carefully and avoid getting involved in his personal issues, as there was little to gain and much to lose by doing so. As the train pulled into the center of Ratz, she realized she had arrived at her destination. With a clear mind, she stepped off the train, feeling much more at ease. Suddenly, she heard her name being called. ¡°Susan!¡± Looking up, she saw her sister standing at the nearby bus stop, and a wide smile spread across her face. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Seems like I was needlessly concerned. Captain Klauswitz¡¯s party went off without a hitch.¡± Countess Trier smiled at Odette. The breathtaking coastal landscape of Ardene may have been the star of the show, but it was Odette, the hostess of the grand mansion, who added the perfect touch of elegance and sophistication. Every detail of the luncheon, from the exquisitely arranged table that blended in with the sea-facing garden to the seasonal menu that tantalized the taste buds of the guests, and even the seating plan that took into account the social status and bonds between them, was executed flawlessly. Truly, it was an exquisitely beautiful affair. ¡°You¡¯ve transformed into a whole different person in just one season. You¡¯re a fine lady, I suppose it¡¯s not too much to say.¡± Countess Trier exclaimed. The cries of seagulls flying low over the water mixed with the compliment. ¡°I imagine you¡¯ve already forgotten how I used to call the Countess every day and bug her since I didn¡¯t know anything,¡± she said. Odette smiled softly as she regarded the sandy shore. As the warm sun beat down on the beach, the guests scattered in different directions to enjoy the afternoon activities. The adventurous ones headed out to sea on sleek yachts, slicing through the waves with the wind in their hair. Others opted to lounge on the sandy shores, soaking up the sun¡¯s rays and dipping their toes in the refreshing water. For those looking for a bit of exercise, a stroll along the beach offered stunning views of the sparkling ocean and towering cliffs in the distance. It was a perfect afternoon of leisure and excitement for all. Countess Trier lauded Odette¡¯s achievement with just a few words of advice, hailing it as a talent deserving of praise. She emphasized that one couldn¡¯t fabricate or hide their bloodline, and that Odette¡¯s innate abilities were proof of her royal heritage. In a confident tone, she expressed her belief that if lineage was the sole determining factor, then surely Odette should have inherited more from her father. With a disillusioned question on her mind, Odette chose to respect the grateful old lady¡¯s wishes by refraining from contradicting her. She didn¡¯t want to spoil such a beautiful day by bringing up her father. Additionally, there was a significant reason why she wasn¡¯t prepared to contemplate her father yet ¨C she had forsaken him for Tira. Even though Odette didn¡¯t look back on the decision she made that day, she couldn¡¯t shake the remorse and debt she carried in her heart. Perhaps she would have to live the rest of her life carrying a debt from her heart. It was the agony of Odette. Countess Trier let out a disapproving click of her tongue and set down her half-empty champagne glass, urging Odette to leave the table of mostly elderly guests sitting under the white awning. She believed it was a waste of time for a young lady as lovely as Odette to engage in conversations with such dull and uninteresting people. As the Countess Trier was about to speak, a young man appeared, but Odette interrupted her by shaking her head ¡°No. I like it here.¡± She gazed out at the picturesque sandy beach, enjoying the view. Countess Trier cast a concerned look at Maxime, who arrived carrying his daughter in his arms. ¡°I doubt your daughter will ever learn to walk on her own, Count Xanders,¡± she commented with a furrowed brow. Maxime responded calmly with a smile, ¡°She¡¯s still a baby. Please don¡¯t be too hard on her.¡± He then took the empty seat beside Odette. Countess Trier stepped back, her face displaying disapproval. She did so since she was fully aware of how much Maximin loved and cared for his wife. It was also true that he had given his daughter all of the love that had wandered off course. As Maxime and Odette strolled through the garden, Maxime deeply noticed the impressive landscaping. After taking a moment to admire it, he glanced over at Odette and brought up a fitting topic of conversation. ¡°It¡¯s really lovely here,¡± Maxime commented. ¡°The attention to detail is impressive.¡± ¡°Yes, it¡¯s all thanks to Lord Xanders¡¯ advice. I know it¡¯s getting late, but I still want to thank you again for all of your help. Thank you for the recommendation.¡± Odette said gratefully. Maxime shook his head modestly. ¡°You¡¯re welcome, but I must give credit where credit is due. Mrs. Klauswitz actually found the right answer.¡± As the two of them exchanged pleasantries, Countess Trier observed them closely. She left amazed at how she noticed the striking similarities between them. They had a quiet and refined presence about them that gave off an aura of elegance. Upon closer inspection, she realized they even had similar personalities and interests. It was as if they were brother and sister. The thought crossed her mind of how lovely it would be for Odette to have a partner as charming as Maxime. However, she quickly dismissed the notion as nonsensical and unwarranted. ¡°Oh, it looks like your husband is returning,¡± Countess Trier remarked, using her fan to gesture towards the sea. As Odette played with Count Xanders¡¯ daughter, she heard the sound of a yacht slicing through the brilliantly sparkling water. She turned her head slowly towards the direction of the boat, curious to see who it might be. To her surprise, she recognized the familiar golden initials engraved on the side of the yacht ¨CK It was Bastian¡¯s ship. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Observing the crowd of guests, Bastian noticed a young couple with a small child who appeared to be just like any ordinary family. It was a rare sight among the attendees at the event. With that thought in mind, Bastian made his way towards the beach awning. His fellow officers who had disembarked with him followed suit. It was time for them to take a break, relax, and spend some quality time with their loved ones before heading back into the mansion. A fireworks show would round off the dinner and festivities. It was all that remained after the incident. Bastian was confident that it would be ideal as well. It was his wife¡¯s belief in him that gave him the confidence. Odette did a good job as the hostess. He no longer appeared to question that reality. The woman had transformed into a socialite in a matter of months from being little more than a target of sympathy and hate until last spring. As if that were the way things always happened. She resembled a queen who had led a magnificent life all of her life. Bastian had a fondness for the coronation he had purchased with his own funds. He believed that if the world hadn¡¯t bestowed it upon him, he would have found a way to acquire it himself. There was something alluring about wearing a sparkling crown and ruling from a magnificent golden throne, no matter the cost. ¡°Bastian,¡± Odette¡¯s voice interrupted his thoughts. As Bastian searched for Odette among the crowd, he became increasingly perplexed by her absence. However, just as he was beginning to worry, he heard a familiar voice. Turning his head, Bastian saw the family he had passed earlier. The woman who had been seated with a child in her arms was now standing, accompanied by the man who had been sitting next to her. Bastian¡¯s lips curved into a smile when he recognized the couple as Odette and Maxime, whom he had previously assumed were married. ¡°Captain Klauswitz, did you enjoy the voyage?¡± Maxime was the first to break the silence. Bastian turned towards the voice, his expression stoic and composed. Despite exchanging formal pleasantries, his senses remained fixated on Odette, who was cradling someone else¡¯s child with great care. The tense atmosphere dissipated when the child was abruptly taken from Odette¡¯s arms and returned to Maxime¡¯s care, ending the delicate confrontation. ¡°Mommy!¡± The child¡¯s voice rang out suddenly, calling out to Odette. As Bastian wrapped his arm around his wife¡¯s waist, the Count¡¯s daughter began to cry uncontrollably. Maxime and Odette were taken aback by the sudden outburst, their faces flushing with embarrassment. The other guests seated around the table shared a similar reaction. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, the child continued to sob, calling out to Odette as ¡°mom¡± repeatedly and with increasing desperation. Her cries were so loud and piercing that they echoed across the sandy beach. CH 54 ¡°Did the letter not arrive?¡± Duke Dyssen, with an air of anger, asked once more, seemingly forgetting that he had already been given the same answer on multiple occasions. The caregiver politely responded with restraint, ¡°I can assure you, Your Grace, that no letter was delivered to you.¡± The Duke had always babbled nonsense when he first awoke, but lately his condition had gotten worse. The caretaker was really concerned that he might need to be admitted to a mental health ward. ¡°There must be some mistake. Please go down and check it again. And this time, make sure to check thoroughly.¡± Dyssen insisted, ¡°I understand your concern, but I¡¯ve already checked three times ¨C yesterday and the two days prior.¡± The caregiver¡¯s voice, trying to soothe Dyssen, was tinged with irritation that couldn¡¯t be concealed. Although he was a Duke, a member of the nobility convalescing in a high-end hospital, the truth was that he was nothing more than an abandoned invalid. At first, he even raged at his daughter for her absence, but it didn¡¯t take long for him to reconsider. He realized that his daughter had already shown immense strength and fortitude simply by staying in his life, even after cutting ties with him. ¡°Did they have the audacity to ignore me, knowing who I am?¡± The Duke¡¯s anger made him tremble as he shouted. The cycle repeated itself once again. The caregiver, struggling to find the right words, tiptoed back into the room, considering a swift exit before the Duke erupted in fury. If only she could manage to sedate him and put him to sleep, she could make it through another day without incident. ¡°Tira, that foolish girl, could never have come up with this on her own. It¡¯s clear that Odette convinced her to do it ¨C ¡®let¡¯s get rid of father and live happily ever after.¡¯ They intended to kill me. If I had fallen any harder, I would have died on the spot.¡± His words turned into sobs, causing the caregiver to freeze in shock. ¡°He destroyed Odette,¡± the Duke continued, his anger boiling over. ¡°It¡¯s all because of that despicable man. What kind of hero is he? He¡¯s the devil who ruined my life just so he could marry Odette!¡± With that, he began to strike at his crippled leg. Realizing that the Duke couldn¡¯t be left in his current state, the caregiver pressed the call button and requested the assistance of the medical staff. Within a short while, a doctor arrived, accompanied by a group of burly guards. ¡°Release me! Bring my daughter to me immediately! Bring me Odette!¡± Duke Dyssen thrashed about, even as the guards pinned him down. His struggles continued unabated, fueled by a monstrous strength that belied his frail and withered body. The caregiver retreated to the safety of a corner, observing the chaos, frightened. The Duke frantically searched for his daughter, until he was subdued with a sedative and slipped into unconsciousness. This was a different kind of rage than what she had witnessed in the past ¨C not simply a pessimism regarding his personal situation, but a fierce and consuming anger that threatened to consume everything in its path. As she listened to the Duke¡¯s ravings, the caregiver found herself contemplating the unthinkable ¨C Could it really be his daughter? Had his daughter truly been the cause of his madness? It was a dangerous thought, and one that she knew she couldn¡¯t trust blindly, especially coming from a man who was half-mad himself. The sedative took effect quickly, and soon the Duke was sound asleep. The medical staff departed, leaving behind an uncanny silence engulfing the room. As she cleaned up the Duke¡¯s room, the caregiver let out a frustrated sigh. ¡°I can¡¯t keep doing this every day,¡± she muttered to herself. ¡°It¡¯s like a never-ending war.¡± She surveyed the damage caused by the Duke¡¯s latest outburst ¨C broken fixtures and furniture strewn about the room ¨C and resigned herself to the fact that it would all need to be replaced, thanks to the deep pockets of the despised son-in-law, Bastian. It was a luxury the Duke enjoyed, even as he raged against the man who provided for him. Despite the Duke¡¯s persisting anger towards his son-in-law and daughter, the caregiver couldn¡¯t help but feel suspicious. As she exited the room, her exhausted body was plagued with an overwhelming sense of curiosity. Although there was still an hour before the next caregiver was scheduled to take over, she contemplated leaving early to ensure she wouldn¡¯t be late for lunch. After all, the Duke would be sleeping all day, so she saw no harm in finishing her shift a bit earlier. Yes. Patients who are overcome with despair and melancholy must have a special sense of victimization. The caretaker fought all the way to the city center on the train, but she was only able to get to that conclusion. Working for the Duke was a precarious situation, but the high salary made it hard to pass up. It was best to tread carefully and avoid getting involved in his personal issues, as there was little to gain and much to lose by doing so. As the train pulled into the center of Ratz, she realized she had arrived at her destination. With a clear mind, she stepped off the train, feeling much more at ease. Suddenly, she heard her name being called. ¡°Susan!¡± Looking up, she saw her sister standing at the nearby bus stop, and a wide smile spread across her face. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Seems like I was needlessly concerned. Captain Klauswitz¡¯s party went off without a hitch.¡± Countess Trier smiled at Odette. The breathtaking coastal landscape of Ardene may have been the star of the show, but it was Odette, the hostess of the grand mansion, who added the perfect touch of elegance and sophistication. Every detail of the luncheon, from the exquisitely arranged table that blended in with the sea-facing garden to the seasonal menu that tantalized the taste buds of the guests, and even the seating plan that took into account the social status and bonds between them, was executed flawlessly. Truly, it was an exquisitely beautiful affair. ¡°You¡¯ve transformed into a whole different person in just one season. You¡¯re a fine lady, I suppose it¡¯s not too much to say.¡± Countess Trier exclaimed. The cries of seagulls flying low over the water mixed with the compliment. ¡°I imagine you¡¯ve already forgotten how I used to call the Countess every day and bug her since I didn¡¯t know anything,¡± she said. Odette smiled softly as she regarded the sandy shore. As the warm sun beat down on the beach, the guests scattered in different directions to enjoy the afternoon activities. The adventurous ones headed out to sea on sleek yachts, slicing through the waves with the wind in their hair. Others opted to lounge on the sandy shores, soaking up the sun¡¯s rays and dipping their toes in the refreshing water. For those looking for a bit of exercise, a stroll along the beach offered stunning views of the sparkling ocean and towering cliffs in the distance. It was a perfect afternoon of leisure and excitement for all. Countess Trier lauded Odette¡¯s achievement with just a few words of advice, hailing it as a talent deserving of praise. She emphasized that one couldn¡¯t fabricate or hide their bloodline, and that Odette¡¯s innate abilities were proof of her royal heritage. In a confident tone, she expressed her belief that if lineage was the sole determining factor, then surely Odette should have inherited more from her father. With a disillusioned question on her mind, Odette chose to respect the grateful old lady¡¯s wishes by refraining from contradicting her. She didn¡¯t want to spoil such a beautiful day by bringing up her father. Additionally, there was a significant reason why she wasn¡¯t prepared to contemplate her father yet ¨C she had forsaken him for Tira. Even though Odette didn¡¯t look back on the decision she made that day, she couldn¡¯t shake the remorse and debt she carried in her heart. Perhaps she would have to live the rest of her life carrying a debt from her heart. It was the agony of Odette. Countess Trier let out a disapproving click of her tongue and set down her half-empty champagne glass, urging Odette to leave the table of mostly elderly guests sitting under the white awning. She believed it was a waste of time for a young lady as lovely as Odette to engage in conversations with such dull and uninteresting people. As the Countess Trier was about to speak, a young man appeared, but Odette interrupted her by shaking her head ¡°No. I like it here.¡± She gazed out at the picturesque sandy beach, enjoying the view. Countess Trier cast a concerned look at Maxime, who arrived carrying his daughter in his arms. ¡°I doubt your daughter will ever learn to walk on her own, Count Xanders,¡± she commented with a furrowed brow. Maxime responded calmly with a smile, ¡°She¡¯s still a baby. Please don¡¯t be too hard on her.¡± He then took the empty seat beside Odette. Countess Trier stepped back, her face displaying disapproval. She did so since she was fully aware of how much Maxime loved and cared for his wife. It was also true that he had given his daughter all of the love that had wandered off course. As Maxime and Odette strolled through the garden, Maxime deeply noticed the impressive landscaping. After taking a moment to admire it, he glanced over at Odette and brought up a fitting topic of conversation. ¡°It¡¯s really lovely here,¡± Maxime commented. ¡°The attention to detail is impressive.¡± ¡°Yes, it¡¯s all thanks to Lord Xanders¡¯ advice. I know it¡¯s getting late, but I still want to thank you again for all of your help. Thank you for the recommendation.¡± Odette said gratefully. Maxime shook his head modestly. ¡°You¡¯re welcome, but I must give credit where credit is due. Mrs. Klauswitz actually found the right answer.¡± As the two of them exchanged pleasantries, Countess Trier observed them closely. She left amazed at how she noticed the striking similarities between them. They had a quiet and refined presence about them that gave off an aura of elegance. Upon closer inspection, she realized they even had similar personalities and interests. It was as if they were brother and sister. The thought crossed her mind of how lovely it would be for Odette to have a partner as charming as Maxime. However, she quickly dismissed the notion as nonsensical and unwarranted. ¡°Oh, it looks like your husband is returning,¡± Countess Trier remarked, using her fan to gesture towards the sea. As Odette played with Count Xanders¡¯ daughter, she heard the sound of a yacht slicing through the brilliantly sparkling water. She turned her head slowly towards the direction of the boat, curious to see who it might be. To her surprise, she recognized the familiar golden initials engraved on the side of the yacht ¨CK It was Bastian¡¯s ship. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Observing the crowd of guests, Bastian noticed a young couple with a small child who appeared to be just like any ordinary family. It was a rare sight among the attendees at the event. With that thought in mind, Bastian made his way towards the beach awning. His fellow officers who had disembarked with him followed suit. It was time for them to take a break, relax, and spend some quality time with their loved ones before heading back into the mansion. A fireworks show would round off the dinner and festivities. It was all that remained after the incident. Bastian was confident that it would be ideal as well. It was his wife¡¯s belief in him that gave him the confidence. Odette did a good job as the hostess. He no longer appeared to question that reality. The woman had transformed into a socialite in a matter of months from being little more than a target of sympathy and hate until last spring. As if that were the way things always happened. She resembled a queen who had led a magnificent life all of her life. Bastian had a fondness for the coronation he had purchased with his own funds. He believed that if the world hadn¡¯t bestowed it upon him, he would have found a way to acquire it himself. There was something alluring about wearing a sparkling crown and ruling from a magnificent golden throne, no matter the cost. ¡°Bastian,¡± Odette¡¯s voice interrupted his thoughts. As Bastian searched for Odette among the crowd, he became increasingly perplexed by her absence. However, just as he was beginning to worry, he heard a familiar voice. Turning his head, Bastian saw the family he had passed earlier. The woman who had been seated with a child in her arms was now standing, accompanied by the man who had been sitting next to her. Bastian¡¯s lips curved into a smile when he recognized the couple as Odette and Maxime, whom he had previously assumed were married. ¡°Captain Klauswitz, did you enjoy the voyage?¡± Maxime was the first to break the silence. Bastian turned towards the voice, his expression stoic and composed. Despite exchanging formal pleasantries, his senses remained fixated on Odette, who was cradling someone else¡¯s child with great care. The tense atmosphere dissipated when the child was abruptly taken from Odette¡¯s arms and returned to Maxime¡¯s care, ending the delicate confrontation. ¡°Mommy!¡± The child¡¯s voice rang out suddenly, calling out to Odette. As Bastian wrapped his arm around his wife¡¯s waist, the Count¡¯s daughter began to cry uncontrollably. Maxime and Odette were taken aback by the sudden outburst, their faces flushing with embarrassment. The other guests seated around the table shared a similar reaction. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, the child continued to sob, calling out to Odette as ¡°mom¡± repeatedly and with increasing desperation. Her cries were so loud and piercing that they echoed across the sandy beach ¡°She¡¯s been missing her mother terribly,¡± the Countess spoke up, deftly diffusing the awkward tension that had settled over the group. ¡°Yes, she¡¯s envious of the other children who have mothers.¡± Another woman, who had been observing the scene with growing unease, added her own comment. ¡°Alma has taken a liking to Odette, you see.¡± Meanwhile, Maxime carried his inconsolable daughter away from the scene. As they retreated to the other side of the sandy beach, Alma continued to twist her neck and cry out for Odette. ¡°Please forgive me, Captain Klauswitz,¡± Maxime apologized, feeling the weight of the situation on his shoulders. ¡°It was just a child¡¯s mistake.¡± ¡°Yes. It¡¯s all right.¡± It was a rather unpleasant situation, but fortunately Bastian gave a cool smile. ¡°Sometimes kids get the wrong idea, Maxime¡¯s late wife resembles my wife a lot.¡± Just as the situation was finally resolved, Admiral Demel emerged from somewhere. Countess Trier¡¯s eyes narrowed as she shot him a glare. Her head started pounding again when she saw his carefree expression, as if he was completely unaware of the impact of his words. ¡°Isn¡¯t it true?¡± Admiral Demel continued to speak, despite the tense atmosphere, ¡°They may have different heights, but their resemblance is striking. It¡¯s no wonder Alma mistook Odette for her mother.¡± He laughed loudly, seemingly pleased with himself for contributing to the conversation. ¡°And speaking of resemblance, Alma looks just like her mother. Yes, that¡¯s it. So, in a way, Odette and Alma do look like mother and daughter¡­¡± ¡°Please, have a taste of this.¡± The Marchioness Demel hurriedly presented a plate of cake, leaving the Admiral bewildered. Despite the unexpected gesture, he took the plate from her and obediently sampled the cake. Finally, Countess Trier let out a sigh of relief. The military man, whose common sense had obviously been submerged in the imperial sea, was now calmly devouring the fruitcake. ¡°When are you two going to start a family?¡± Countess Trier playfully remarked. Bastian shifted his gaze from Maxime and his daughter, and Odette¡¯s cheeks flushed slightly. ¡°You adore children so much, Odette. Imagine the love you¡¯ll have for your own.¡± Odette was presented with a cleverly laid-out subject, but for some reason, she hesitated to respond. Was it due to shyness? Countess Trier began to feel perplexed when unexpectedly, a bystander came to their aid. It was the antique dealer¡¯s grandson, who had been observing the situation. Bastian gave Odette¡¯s back a gentle stroke, ¡°I have no doubt that Odette will be an amazing mother, full of love for her children.¡± He then placed a firm grip on her shoulders and continued, ¡°I hope to have a daughter who takes after her mother. Do you not feel the same, my love?¡± The Count¡¯s daughter¡¯s tears finally ceased, and a white butterfly fluttered into the awning where the commotion had taken place, lazily exploring the surroundings. Odette replied calmly after moistening her lips with cold water, ¡°I don¡¯t believe it would make any difference.¡± Despite her still-tense posture, her smile was flawlessly smooth and graced her glossy red lips. As the Klauswitz couple¡¯s first child became the topic of discussion among the guests, opinions were tossed back and forth. Some suggested it would be a son, while others insisted it would be a daughter. The debate continued as to which parent the child should resemble. Despite the heated conversation, Bastian remained fixed on Odette, his gaze never leaving her. A child. It was a concept that had never truly crossed his mind. If he had to assign it some significance, it was merely an additional factor that came with the decision to marry. If he was fortunate, he would have a worthy successor, but if not, it didn¡¯t concern him much. His focus was solely on attaining his objective, and passing on his heritage held no appeal for him. Bastian knew that the idea of having a child with Odette was off-limits, as it could cause problems in their relationship. He had learned from his father¡¯s mistakes and knew the importance of avoiding discord. Sandrine, on the other hand, was the woman he felt was deserving of bearing his child if he ever decided to have one. The thought of a child being born from Odette¡¯s body was something he had long dismissed. Maxime, who had given his crying child to the nanny, apologized again, ¡°Alma made a big mistake. I am sorry, Captain Klauswitz, and Mrs. Klauswitz.¡± Bastian smiled at him and reassured him, ¡°It¡¯s all right, Lord Xanders. I understand.¡± He knew that this was the response everyone was hoping for. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The serene ambiance of the night sea was suddenly disrupted by an earth-shattering roar that could not be ignored. Intrigued by the commotion, Jeff Klauswitz made his way to the bedroom balcony, determined to uncover the source of the tumult. As he gazed out, a breathtaking spectacle unfolded before his eyes ¨C a dazzling fireworks show that illuminated the grand mansion standing majestically across the bay. It appeared as though the raucous revelry was drawing to a close. ¡°Why are you hooked on that?¡± A voice full of anxiety asked from behind. Theodora had just entered the room, and she fixed her curious look on the person speaking. As Jeff Klauswitz gave a cheerful response, his eyes remained transfixed on the night sky, captivated by the fireworks display. ¡°Somehow, I felt compelled to have a closer look,¡± With a heavy sigh, Theodora joined him on the balcony, standing by his side. ¡°He must be feeling ecstatic at the moment. It probably feels like he¡¯s firing shells right at us,¡± ¡°I would prefer that.¡± ¡°What do you mean by that?¡± Theodora asked. ¡°Dealing with someone who has emotions would be a simpler task.¡± Jeff chuckled cynically and approached the railing, taking a step closer. Realizing the situation could escalate, he decided to intervene before things got out of hand. He had to put a stop to it before the situation spiraled any further. Ever since Bastian bared his claws, Jeff had been racking his brains to find a way to fortify himself. However, the deeper he delved into the inner workings of Bastian¡¯s schemes, the more despondent his gaze became. A sense of inadequacy and helplessness overwhelmed him, as he contemplated the overwhelming outcomes that seemed inevitable. He had been following Bastian¡¯s lead based on the hard-earned facts, but it didn¡¯t seem as easy for him to change the course of events as he had assumed. He may have to continue to live in this way for a while. ¡°I meant, Theodora, that if Bastian was bent on vengeance, he would target me. However, I never imagined it would be in this manner,¡± Jeff explained, shaking his head in disbelief. As he did so, a sudden burst of fury surged within him. It was clear that Bastian had no interest in their possessions. His temperament already showed that he would assault with the determination to destroy everything. As he became aware of Bastian¡¯s sinister designs, a twinge of regret crept into Jeff Klauswitz¡¯s consciousness. He couldn¡¯t help but wonder if abandoning his child would have been the better choice. With each passing moment, the remorse within him grew more profound, particularly when he considered the fragility of little Franz. ¡°Bastian is your son. Don¡¯t do this, please. Huh?¡± As he spoke, memories of Sophia kneeling with her pregnant belly and offering prayers emerged, overshadowing the beautiful fireworks that adorned the night sky. Taking care of the child he had fathered was the right thing to do, Jeff acknowledged. He had no intention of causing harm to Sophia, despite their complicated past. In order to safeguard his family from financial ruin, Jeff had wed the daughter of a moneylender. The Klauswitz family was in dire need of Illis¡¯ financial resources at that time. Yet, despite the pragmatic reasons behind their union, Jeff had grown to genuinely love his wife. She was a gentle and stunningly beautiful woman who cherished him deeply. How could any man resist such a woman? Jeff Klauswitz had once entertained the idea of spending his entire life with Sophia. If he had never crossed paths with Theodora, perhaps that fantasy would have become reality. If only Sophia had agreed to a divorce, she might still be alive today. The memory of his deceased wife, with their unborn child inside her, made him feel nauseous. The putrid stench of her blood and amniotic fluid seemed to linger in his nostrils, haunting him. With blood and amniotic fluid surrounding him, the newborn Bastian did not cry. Instead, he stared at Jeff Klauswitz with an unsettling calmness from behind a partially open door. Jeff couldn¡¯t shake the feeling of disgust at the child¡¯s appearance, which seemed more like that of an adult than a newborn. Theodora claimed that Bastian was not a normal child, and this encounter only reinforced Jeff¡¯s unease. He was initially hesitant, but eventually came to accept it. After all, Franz was born as the perfect son, receiving the noble blood of his mother. To ensure that Franz would be the rightful heir, Bastian had to be deemed abnormal. ¡°Don¡¯t be weak. In times like these,¡± Theodora¡¯s frown deepened as she firmly grasped Jeff¡¯s hand, ¡° you must steel yourself.¡± ¡°I am aware, dear.¡± Jeff Klauswitz acknowledged Theodora¡¯s statement with a nod, accepting that there was no way to undo the past. He was left with only one option, to demonstrate that his choices were justifiable. As he attempted to clear his thoughts and turn around, a knock interrupted him. ¡°Excuse me, ma¡¯am. I am Susan,¡± spoke the maid who had gone on a vacation earlier this morning, deduced Jeff as he heard the knock on the door. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The night sky was illuminated with a grand display of vibrant fireworks, a spectacle of lights that was only reserved for official events. With awe and excitement in her eyes, Odette watched as the bursts of colors painted the sky, creating a surreal atmosphere. The fireworks seemed to bloom even in the sea, reflecting the stunning display in the waters below. It was a breathtaking sight that was almost too beautiful to believe. As the last firework exploded in a burst of colors, she wondered if the party could be considered a success. She sensed Bastian¡¯s approach and felt a surge of cautious anticipation. The two stood together at the end of the terrace, fingers tightly intertwined, watching the display of lights in the sky. It felt natural for Bastian to hold her hand, and they both seemed lost in the beauty of the moment. Bastian¡¯s side profile caught her attention as she slowly moved her head. She didn¡¯t want to sound patronizing. As Mrs. Klauswitz for the life of the contract, it was her responsibility to perform successfully. She was doing what she was meant to do, but it made her feel uncomfortable, which was sort of amusing. The palms were firmly pushed together as the heat spread between them. She tried her hardest in memory of the days spent preparing for today. As her emotions stirred like a burst of fireworks, Bastian¡¯s gaze slowly turned towards her. The way he looked at Odette was calm yet gentle, like a cool breeze on a summer night that signaled the arrival of autumn. ¡°How is everything going?¡± Bastian asked. The final firework burst in the sky, leaving Odette puzzled and confused by his cryptic question. ¡°I believe my wife¡¯s infidelity is more than enough reason for the divorce you were concerned about,¡± he continued, implying that he suspected Odette was having an affair with Maxime The Ardene Bay was bathed in a cascade of golden fireworks, its brilliance illuminating the night sky. And yet, despite the beauty of the scene, Bastian¡¯s words pierced her heart like a knife. With a gentle voice, as if whispering sweet nothings, he shattered her illusions of love. It was a cruel realization, but one that she could not deny. CH 55 The first rays of the morning sun peeked through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. Bastian stirred awake and sat up, taking in the peaceful atmosphere of the early morning. He glanced over at Odette, still lost in her dreams. Her nightgown had slipped down, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. His eyes travelled down her long, delicate neck and straight collarbone before stopping on her calmly rising and falling chest. It was obscured by the tilted blanket and nightgown, but it wasn¡¯t hard to guess what was underneath. Bastian turned away from Odette and quickly got out of bed. The scene in the play where they summon a maid to witness their passionate exchange was left out. Due to the fact that the break was finished. The moment has come to head back to the Admiralty. Bastian retraced his steps to his bedroom via the adjoining passage. As he stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the first light of dawn was barely visible in the sky. After satisfying his moderate desire, he finished his shower. It was a routine activity that required no conscious effort or willpower, similar to shaving, brushing hair, or putting on a uniform. ¡°Do you really want such a scandal?¡± Odette¡¯s measured question entered his head just as he was about to press the final button on his jacket. Odette didn¡¯t start speaking until the fireworks display was over; she had been gazing at Bastian in silence for a while. Even the slightest hint of perplexity was gone, leaving only peace on her face. He gave a head nod in understanding. A naive yearning to discover the noble woman¡¯s actual emotions or a cheap curiosity about her profundity. It was a horrible feeling, either way. ¡°Fine. If that¡¯s your desire.¡± Odette¡¯s acquiescence was laced with disdain as she replied. Her response to Bastian¡¯s earlier proposal was equally blunt, ¡°I¡¯ll find a suitable partner when the time comes.¡± Bastian chuckled dryly as he finished fastening his last button. She didn¡¯t even know how to kiss properly, so how could she imitate a promiscuous woman? Even if it wasn¡¯t in the same vein, it was difficult to write it off as foolishness. With a single glance, Odette could attract enough scandalous men to fill her ten fingers, if she so desired. She had no need for any seductive tactics, as her natural allure was enough. Bastian finished preparing for the day, adjusting the shape of his shoulder straps, before opening his eyes. As he did, the butler entered the room with a cup of hot, strong coffee. ¡°Considering your long commute to work, it must be difficult for you. Therefore, I have arranged for Hans to assist you,¡± offered Butler Lovis. Bastian shrugged indifferently and added a handful of sugar to his cup of coffee. It was his usual breakfast routine. ¡°Please do have a proper meal at least. I would hate for you to harm yourself.¡± Lovis persisted. Bastian set down his empty cup and reached for his hat. ¡°Thank you, Lovis, but I know my own body. There¡¯s no need to worry.¡± Lovis furrowed his brow. ¡°It¡¯s hard to believe you¡¯d say that, considering someone in your position who has had to delay their duties due to health problems.¡± ¡°I suppose a hearty breakfast will protect me from enemy fire?¡± Bastian made light of the situation, and Lovis could sense the clear boundary he drew. With a heavy sigh, Lovis retreated, and they both knew this was an unspoken understanding that had developed over their years of working together. Bastian glanced at the clock and strode swiftly out the bedroom. The entry hall of the mansion, which was lined with servants who had come out to see him leave, came into view after travelling through the lengthy corridor and down the central staircase. In the center, Odette was holding out for him. The hostess¡¯ elegant body gained sophistication from the early sunlight streaming in through the big window on the landing. It was difficult to imagine that she had once been a lady who had slept unsecured and unattended. As he got closer to his wife, Bastian scowled a little. Next, a polite cheek kiss was given, to which Odette reciprocated with a smile. Acting was sufficient to live up to the expectations of those around them. Bastian¡¯s hand gently brushed the corners of Odette¡¯s red eyes. ¡°You don¡¯t have to come out tomorrow. There¡¯s no need for you to wake up early and go through this kind of formality,¡± he said in a soft whisper.¡± ¡°No. As I am unable to sleep in when it is morning, it is not difficult. It is nothing in comparison to the delight of seeing you again.¡± Odette¡¯s face was showing signs of nervousness, but she kept up her believable behavior. She might be able to obtain a main role at the Royal Theatre by the time of their divorce, given how her abilities were growing every day. Bastian made the decision to change the subject when he saw Odette¡¯s hardened eyes. A lot of eyeballs were everywhere to watch. There was no need to make an effort to instigate pointless conflicts and stir up distrust. ¡°If there is anything you need, let me know.¡± Bastian effortlessly arrived at the best answer. He was fairly certain of the type of response that would be given. Odette also stayed inside the planned range. ¡°You are everything I need.¡± With a countenance that was barely changed from when she said the crazy thing about finding an affair partner if he did, Odette mumbled a lovely fib. Bastian desired a controversy to serve as the catalyst for. Bastian gave his wonderful wife another kiss as a praise. Her forehead and flushed cheeks were touched by his lips. Slowly, he moved his lips. Odette jerked her body in surprise, but he moved a little quicker as he securely enveloped her face. When Lovis¡¯s coughing announced the time of departure, which could no longer be delayed, the slow and persistent parting kiss came to an end. Odette strained to control her breath as Bastian lightly kissed her lips before letting go. Her breath, which came out in a tiny sigh, was sticky with heat. The conclusion was gratifying. ¡°Let¡¯s eat dinner together, please. I¡¯ll be back as soon as eight at the latest.¡± With that pledge, Bastian exited the mansion. ¡°Bastian!¡± He opened the driver¡¯s door just as he heard Odette¡¯s urgent call. Bastian observed her from behind him. ¡°It¡¯s not necessary to go over. Although I would like to be there with you, I don¡¯t want to be a burden.¡± Once more, his devoted wife displayed endearing sympathy. ¡°Don¡¯t stress over that. Today is not a hectic day. ¡°With a reaction fit for a husband who cares and loves his wife, Bastian wrapped up the programme. With a glance at his watch, Bastian swiftly slid into the driver¡¯s seat of his car. Although the time was later than anticipated, he aimed to make up for lost time by accelerating as much as he could. As he started the car, the line of servants standing in front of the mansion bowed in unison. Bastian returned the gesture with a nod and focused his attention on the center of the crowd. There, standing tall and straight, was Odette, illuminated by the brilliant sunlight. As Bastian left the estate and stepped on the accelerator, the view behind him quickly disappeared. The fog that had once enveloped the horizon vanished, revealing a bright and clear day with a sea of bright blue-green. As he drove along the winding coastal road, his gaze kept returning to the ocean, almost involuntarily, as if his body had a mind of its own. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* A puppy with a shaggy coat and a dusty coat suddenly appeared in the woods. Odette quickly pulled back on the horse¡¯s reins to stop it as she carefully navigated the road. Luckily, the devoted horse obeyed her urgent order instantly, allowing her to quickly dismount. Odette approached the hairy creature, which was standing in the center of the road and waving its tail as if to say hello, her heart pounding. ¡°I¡¯m curious where you¡¯re from. Do you still have your owner?¡± Odette approached the puppy with caution, asking it a number of questions while sounding worried. The dog began to hop up and down with joy as its eagerness increased. Odette moved closer to the dog when another dog appeared from the surrounding grass. She was startled and came to a complete stop. Though being dressed in a sloppy, dust- and dirt-covered attire, the dog appeared to be of a good breed. It had long, white fur that reached the ground that was soft and big. A wandering dog could never have given off that look. ¡°Oh, you are the mother.¡± Odette unintentionally let out a long sigh as she stared at the stray dog with the bulging milk. Yet making a casual approach proved challenging. The mother growled ferociously while obstructing the baby¡¯s path and bared its teeth. The suspicious dog didn¡¯t relax and kept its guard up despite Odette¡¯s soothing gestures and attempts to convey her pleasant intentions. Odette took a couple steps backwards carefully to give the dog some room. She was left wondering where such a strange dog could have come from as the mother dog and her pup disappeared into the woods. Odette was trying to figure out what was going on as she stared into the thick woodland where the dogs had disappeared. As far as the eye could see, there were only two mansions in the area, both belonging to the wealthy Klauswitz families. Odette and Bastian¡¯s mansion was virtually dog-free, so the only possible explanation for the barking that had roused them from their slumber was the family home across the forest, looming ominously in the distance. But there was a glimmer of hope: perhaps they could reach out to their neighbors and inquire if they had lost a dog. After all, the two mansions were in close enough proximity to each other that communication was possible. It had been at least two months since the mother had given birth in the seclusion of the woods, based on the size of the puppy. They most certainly wouldn¡¯t have gone that long without communication if the dog¡¯s owner had lost track of it. She was forced to ask herself the same question she had been considering from the beginning after coming to this conclusion. With a heavy sigh, Odette turned around, her heart sinking as she realized that time was running out. There was less than half an hour left for her to indulge in her passion for horseback riding before she was expected to welcome the esteemed guests. If she failed to make a swift exit, she would have to face them in her riding clothes ¨C an unforgivable faux pas that would undoubtedly draw the cold contempt of her husband, Bastian. The weight of his intense gaze often left her feeling burdened and despondent, a misery she hoped never to endure again. To shake off the overwhelming emotions, she cleared her mind of all extraneous thoughts and feelings before mounting her horse once more. Fortunately, with her new riding clothes having arrived just the previous weekend, she was able to clamber onto the horse with greater ease than before. Odette was grateful for the kind consideration that Bastian had shown her. He had gifted her a magnificent horse that she could ride to her heart¡¯s content, along with all the necessary equipment to make the experience as comfortable and enjoyable as possible. Even though she was always conscious of the public eye and the expectations that came with her position, she never took for granted the immense value of the favors bestowed upon her by Bastian. Despite the pain of his heart-wrenching words, Odette stayed determined to perform to the best of her abilities. She gritted her teeth and soldiered on, playing the role of the loving newlywed even as it became more and more challenging with each passing day. Her ultimate goal was to leave a lasting impression on her husband as an employee who had earned every penny of her high salary. Bastian had suspicions she would eventually have an affair and seek a divorce, yet Odette had other plans in her mind. Once her contract was up, she intended to retreat from the public eye and live a quiet life away from the influence of the royal family and their social circles. For now, all she could hope for was to part with Bastian on good terms and bring their complicated relationship to a positive conclusion. Odette moved her horse in the direction of a shortcut after taking her eyes off the route where the two dogs had vanished. Horse hooves soon started making a loud echoing sound along the overgrown trail. CH 56 ¡°You know, my father used to work as a blacksmith,¡± As Molly chatted away non-stop, she eventually began to share the story of her family. ¡°Unfortunately, he was seriously injured in an accident and has been unwell for quite some time now.¡± Odette glanced at the mirror in front of the dressing table and caught sight of Molly combing her hair. When their eyes met, Molly¡¯s shy smile struck a chord with Odette. The young girl¡¯s chatty and bubbly personality was just like her younger sister Tira¡¯s. It occurred to Odette that they were probably around the same age. Mesmerized by the similarities between Molly and her sister, Odette curled her lips into a gentle smile, signaling that she was ready to listen to whatever the young maid had to say. Molly¡¯s eyes sparkled with joy as she delved deeper into her family¡¯s history, her voice filled with even more enthusiasm. She spoke mostly about her father, who had been left paralyzed by a tragic accident. It was evident that Molly shared a unique and special bond with him, which made her story all the more heartfelt. ¡°Madam, I¡¯m sure you must be worried about your father on his sickbed too, right?¡± As the hair brushing neared its end, Molly posed a bold question to Odette. ¡°Molly!¡± Dora¡¯s sharp shout interrupted as she worked on Odette¡¯s dress, but Molly wasn¡¯t easily deterred. ¡°You haven¡¯t been able to visit your father in the hospital since your marriage. How Madam¡¯s heart is must ache,¡± she said, looking at Odette with teary eyes through the mirror. Odette¡¯s heart felt like it was being clawed by a nightmare at the sound of the name ¡°Father¡±, but she hid it behind a composed expression. Instead, she patiently waited for Molly to finish her work, a gentle smile gracing her lips. It was the least she could do for the young maid, who had made a mistake but deserved compassion. People need to be spaced apart in a reasonable manner. It served as a kind of buffer, guarding against interactions that were based only on position or rank. Because of how that divide contributes to understanding and respect. ¡°My apologies, madam.¡± Dora, who had almost shown Molly the door, expressed regret, ¡°Despite her intelligence and competence, it seems that Molly still has room for improvement in terms of etiquette and has made a significant error.¡± ¡°No worries. She only meant well.¡± With a chuckle, Odette quelled the minor disturbance, assuring everyone The clever head maid promptly resumed her tasks, making no further fuss about the incident. Odette set up her dresser the way she always did as Dora finished the dress. She was able to move through her nightly routine at a more leisurely pace than normal because the man who had been giving her disturbing stares was obviously not around. ¡°It¡¯s likely that the master is lodging at Mr. Mueller¡¯s place, so you should get some rest, madam.¡± Dora appeared from behind the dressing table and suggested. Odette set aside the comb she had been absently playing with and rose from her seat, as if complying to Dora¡¯s advice. Last week, the guy was a model employee ¨C clocking out on time every day to make it home in time for dinner. However, today he had to work late due to some pressing business. Though he hadn¡¯t explicitly mentioned it, Dora had a sneaking suspicion that he might not come back home that night, and as the clock neared midnight, her intuition seemed spot on. The man had a grueling journey ahead of him, and even if he managed to catch some shut-eye, he¡¯d have to be up at the crack of dawn to head back to work. As Dora was about to leave after briefing Odette about the schedule for the following day, she unexpectedly interjected, ¡°Excuse me, but Mr. Lovis mentioned he had a favor to ask of you. Can I plead his case?¡± Odette perched herself on the edge of the bed and turned to face Dora. ¡°Sure, what does he need?¡± ¡°He¡¯s fretting about the master¡¯s breakfast habits,¡± Dora revealed. ¡°To be honest, I share his concerns.¡± Odette looked puzzled. ¡°Let me get this straight ¨C Mr. Lovis is worried about Bastian¡¯s breakfast?¡± Bastian Klauswitz was a strapping, affluent young man who had gained fame as a valiant soldier, lauded for his bravery. Odette couldn¡¯t fathom why anyone would fret over the eating habits of someone who was already in such excellent shape. ¡°Yes, madam,¡± Dora replied. ¡°I¡¯ve been suggesting to the master that he starts his day with a hearty meal instead of just a cup of strong coffee, but he doesn¡¯t seem to heed my advice. We were hoping that you could intervene on our behalf and convince him to listen to your wise words since he values your opinion greatly.¡± ¡°Uh, sure, I¡¯ll try my best,¡± Odette let out an awkward chuckle. She knew that if the stubborn master wouldn¡¯t listen to the wise counsel of his trusted butler, there was little chance that he¡¯d take heed of his pretend wife¡¯s nagging. But she still agreed to give it a shot. No matter what she considered, the request was absurd, but Odette first consented. She would just tell him the truth and seek for his help if things got too rough. He never shied away from portraying a perfect relationship, though. ¡°I¡¯m grateful, ma¡¯am. The master needs you by his side because he doesn¡¯t take care of himself very well. ¡± Dora lowered her head in sincere joy. Odette had never seen a face as dazzling as hers. As soon as Dora left, the bedroom fell into a deeper silence. Odette moved to the window, wrapped in a warm shawl, and gently pushed back the drapes to reveal the wide expanse of the nighttime, moonless sea. The sound of the waves, which had been a comforting relief all summer as she stared out at the desolate waters, appeared to have a hint of sorrow. She questioned whether the beginning of a new season was what had caused this shift. As the curtains were drawn shut, the reality dawned on Odette that he wouldn¡¯t be returning tonight. With a heavy heart, she concluded her daily routine and retreated to bed. But as she switched off the lights and snuggled under the covers, memories of her estranged father came crashing in like a tumultuous wave. She knew that eventually, she would have to confront the painful past and pay him a visit. With a deep, melancholic sigh, she clutched her blanket tightly, aware that her despondency would be conspicuous even to the young maid. Speculation swirled in Odette¡¯s mind, leaving her with little confidence to confront her father with composure. Yet she knew that turning a blind eye to him was not a sustainable solution. With a heavy heart, she made a vow to write a letter to him the following day, determined to face her demons head-on. As she shut her eyes, she was aware of the bed¡¯s emptiness and the cold seeping in, signaling the need to stoke the dying embers of the fire. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* As midnight crept closer, the carriages and automobiles that had been queued up in front of Sergeant Illis¡¯ building began to vanish, one by one. With only two cars left, Bastian bid farewell to his colleagues and made his exit. ¡°Join me today,¡± Thomas Mueller gestured towards his car. It was already too late for Bastian to drive back to Ardene, but he declined Thomas¡¯ offer without much thought. Bastian shook his head, ¡°No, I¡¯ll head home,¡± ¡°It¡¯s a long drive back to Ratz, and you won¡¯t get much sleep before you have to come back.¡± Thomas Mueller tried to dissuade Bastian from leaving so late, ¡° Is it really worth pushing yourself?¡± ¡°Well, you know how it is. Gotta keep the new wife happy.¡± Thomas smiled awkwardly, unsure of how to respond, ¡°The age-old myth that even heroes can be swayed by the charms of a beautiful woman appears to hold true,¡± Thomas conceded, unable to persuade Bastian any further. ¡°I must admit, I had my fears about the young master marrying the wrong woman and living an unhappy life.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Sir. Odette is a good person,¡± reassured Bastian. ¡°Sure, you have my full trust because you say so,¡± Thomas Mueller grinned broadly. Despite the fact that the fatigue from the hard effort was evident, Bastian¡¯s face appeared at relaxed. If marriage was the cause of this transformation, Mrs. Klauswitz was a bride who brought a sizable dowry. ¡°Hey, Young master!¡± Thomas Mueller couldn¡¯t help but shout out as he watched Bastian walking away. Bastian paused and slowly turned around on the last remaining step. The word hung in the air like a heavy cloud, shrouding the two men in silence. Thomas could see the ease with which Bastian interacted with Odette, and his heart softened. He wanted Bastian to forget about his revenge, and that¡¯s why he made the impulsive call. Bastian understood Thomas¡¯s intention, but he knew he couldn¡¯t let go of his past so easily. With a heavy heart, he uttered a single, dejected word ¨C ¡°No.¡± The silence continued for a while longer until Bastian finally broke it with a smile and a bow, before disappearing into the darkness, stepping into a sleek black car waiting for him under a canopy of trees. The car accelerated swiftly and sped off to the opposite side of the city. Even the last of the elderly woman¡¯s pride was destroyed by the landscape. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Madam had gone to bed¡± The butler greeted Bastian with the news to which Bastian responded with a smile and proceeded to cross the entrance hall, not feeling the need to say anything. He knew that it was highly unlikely for Odette to be awake at such a late hour, and the thought of her being up would have only caused him unease. Bastian acknowledged the servants for their tireless efforts throughout the night and proceeded to his chamber with a serene gait. As he stepped into his room, he realized he wouldn¡¯t have to share his bed tonight, a fact that brought a sense of relief. It was at this very moment that the mansion¡¯s lights began to shimmer against the shoreline, painting a picturesque view. As Bastian emerged from the bedroom, his mind still fixated on his decision. He had freshened up and changed, but his resolve remained unshaken. He had no intention of disturbing Odette¡¯s peaceful slumber; the performance he had put on earlier was enough. But as he stood at the threshold between the two rooms, the absurdity of the situation dawned on him with a jolt. It was almost comical, this image of a man hesitating to enter his own bedroom. Bastian was a firm believer in the power of routine. It was a way to conserve mental energy and emotions, and the most effective method for living life. However, his conviction was faltering now. He acknowledged the chance of being wrong and hesitated before placing his hand on the doorknob. Odette had gradually assimilated into his daily routine, but far of making his life simpler, it had made it more complicated. Bastian hesitated as he approached the last door because he knew what was there would only make things more difficult. For a moment, he watched Odette sleeping peacefully, then returned to his own room. But he quickly realized that there was no reason to have hesitated in the first place. He was entitled to exercise all of his desired authority. Odette was required to comply and follow. As it was stated in their contract. Her opinions were not taken into account; only his requirements were important. His thoughts vanished when he consciously reminded himself of that reality. Bastian moved forward with a purposeful stride, driven by his own requirements. He pushed open the door and made his way through the comfortable space till he came to Odette¡¯s bed. His imagination suddenly solidified a fresh demand. On the nightstand to the right of the bed, a lamp illuminated with a glow. Bastian¡¯s gaze remained fixed on the last remaining light in the room, transfixed by its glow, even as the droplets of water on his wet hair dripped down and re-formed. As the grandfather clock chimed the hour, he heard a faint sigh, and his attention turned to the sleeping figure on the bed. He swallowed hard and averted his gaze, but it was too late. In the soft light, Odette stirred and slowly opened her eyes, fixing them on him. ¡°Bastian¡± Odette called him, as soon as her deep sleep got invaded by his arrival. ¡°You¡¯re back,¡± She sound like a devoted wife. CH 57 The prospect of winning seemed rather bleak, but undaunted, Odette gathered her resolve and initiated her daily routine with a composed tap on the door. ¡°Please enter,¡± Bastian¡¯s voice droned from behind the closed door. Odette didn¡¯t hesitate any longer, unlocked the door, and went into Bastian¡¯s bedroom despite the fact that she was still carrying a weight that she couldn¡¯t seem to get rid of. Soon after, the butler and an attendant carrying a tray with a basic breakfast arrived. ¡°Odette.¡± Out of the blue, Bastian swiveled around and uttered her name, catching her off guard. Odette had been staring at her balled-up hands and halted her steps involuntarily. Midway through his outfit transition, Bastian found himself caught off guard. The only attire adorning his figure was a pristine, buttoned-up shirt, while his undergarments and socks lay in plain sight. Taken aback by the unexpected sight, Odette quickly averted her gaze, wishing she had picked a better moment to approach. However, having already made her presence known, she found herself unable to make a graceful exit. Odette struggled to force her lips open but managed to do so and hurried to the table. The butler moved aside to make room for the maid who was waiting for her turn after placing a kettle of water and coffee on the table. In accordance with her instructions, the spread in front of her included boiled eggs, simple bread, and a variety of grilled fruits and vegetables. After carefully arranging the cutlery and napkins, Odette took her seat at the table, determined to put on a fa?ade of composure, despite her inner turmoil. ¡°What is it, madam,¡± Bastian asked, his voice laced with amusement. ¡°It¡¯s breakfast, as you can as well, see.¡± Odette announced, having steeled herself for the confrontation. She turned her head to face Bastian, only to be greeted by the awkward spectacle of him fastening the hem of his shirt to his thigh garter buckle. Though flustered by the embarrassing sight, Odette found it difficult to avert her gaze, as there seemed to be no other suitable place to look. Bastian methodically rolled up his sleeve, adorning his wrist with a gleaming timepiece and a pair of cufflinks. Next in line was his tie, which he tied with practiced ease. Only then did he attend to the long-awaited task of donning his pants. Meanwhile, the butler tended to Bastian¡¯s well-polished footwear, ensuring that they were pristine and free of any blemish. A deep sigh escaped Odette¡¯s lips as she took a proper glance at her husband, Bastian. While he checked the time, he moved towards the mirror to adjust his tie and shirt collar with a practiced hand. She observed him with a mix of curiosity and wariness, as it was the first time she had seen a man getting ready for the day. She noted the stark contrast in their approaches to dressing up, with men¡¯s rituals being markedly different from those of women. The way they handled even the simplest of tasks, such as straightening a collar, seemed to be infused with a certain masculinity that was foreign to her. Bastian employed harsh lines to draw attention to his body¡¯s structure as opposed to her, who concentrated on sculpting the softest curves and wrinkles. He appeared to be smooth and graceful due to this, despite his somewhat higher stature and frame. Bastian slipped on his uniform jacket after one final inspection of his look. He had barely turned his back and the early morning light was falling on his shoulders. Odette had seen the cop before, and it had the same expression. ¡°You need not go through all this trouble, my dear Odette. A cup of coffee suffices for me,¡± Bastian said as he made his way towards the table, coming to a halt in front of it. Bastian¡¯s response was anticipated,but Odette remained unfazed. ¡°Considering the long commute to work, perhaps it¡¯s time to shake things up a bit?¡± She had a knack for persuading and nurturing adults, a skill she had honed thanks to her daughter Tira, who had a habit of expressing her concerns in a concise and poignant manner. Although Tira was a very small and frail child at the time, the core issue remained essentially the same. Odette flashed a warm, sisterly smile ¡°Why don¡¯t we give eggs a try?¡± She chose to ignore Bastian¡¯s incredulous gaze, which seemed to question her sanity. ¡°Did you know that by observing the way the shell cracks, I can predict your fortune for the day?¡± she added with a hint of playfulness. Odette ignored Bastian¡¯s lack of response and carried on with her work. She started by replacing him with a cup holding a warm egg and a spoon for cracking the shell. ¡°Come on, Bastian. Let me read your fortune,¡± she urged with a cheerful smile. The morning sun cast a radiant glow on her as she bustled about, tending to various tasks. Bastian surveyed the bustling breakfast table and the attentive butler before his gaze settled back on her. ¡°Please,¡± Odette murmured softly, her eyes imploring. Even when expressing remorse, she remained steadfast and determined, her resolve etched onto her features. Bastian regarded his beseeching wife with a stern countenance, as if she were a creditor demanding payment. Yet, he sat down across from Odette with a smile, giving away little of his inner thoughts. It was clear that the butler had enlisted Odette¡¯s help in coaxing his master to partake of breakfast, and the diligent woman had taken on the task with her characteristic determination, even if it meant spouting some nonsensical words in the early hours of the day. The coffee, which was as tasteless as plain water, was the first thing Bastian sipped. There were no longer the sugar cubes that were normally arranged together. Lovis looked resolved to believe in the hostess¡¯ power. ¡°I know you may not feel like eating right now, but it¡¯s important to have something more substantial than just coffee. I don¡¯t want it to harm your health.¡± Odette spoke softly, concern etched on her face. Bastian sat across from her, his chin resting on his hand as he held the egg spoon. ¡°Why? Do you worry about becoming a widow?¡± Tak, an eggshell breaking sound, then a light-hearted query. ¡°Yes. I don¡¯t want to be left all by myself. I wouldn¡¯t like a world without you.¡± Odette eventually smiled as she peered at Bastian¡¯s egg cup. In reality, she always told the truth when she lied, but the egg-fortune reading was really a ruse to catch Tira¡¯s attention, similar to how it is right now. ¡°After closely examining the egg like a curious scholar.¡± Odette declared, ¡°It¡¯s a lucky star,¡± She returned it to Bastian. ¡°Seems like it¡¯s going to be a good day for you.¡± She then placed a plate of bread, vegetables, and fruits next to his egg cup with care. ¡°Once you finish those eggs, your fortune will be granted,¡± she said. Odette¡¯s eyes shone with sincerity as she told the most ridiculous lie. Bastian looked at her quizzically but complied nonetheless, scooping up a spoonful of egg. Seeing the expression of admiration on the old butler¡¯s face, Odette¡¯s sense of accomplishment was multiplied. It was her first task of the day and she had successfully completed it. It was also a morning of good luck for Odette, as a lucky star had appeared. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Has he received any news from his daughter yet?¡± Theodora¡¯s eyes opened unexpectedly, and she posed the question. Her maid, who was in the middle of combing her hair, quickly looked up at her master¡¯s reflection in the mirror. ¡°Unfortunately, no. It¡¯s been said that he¡¯s waiting for his daughter like a corpse these days. But, the Duke¡¯s daughter is still nowhere to be seen,¡± came the reply. ¡°What a pity,¡± Theodora sighed, clicking her tongue in sympathy, before closing her eyes once more. With a surprise in tow, Susan returned from her vacation, carrying with her the forgotten puzzle piece of Duke Dyssen. Despite being crippled from a fall, the Duke¡¯s past and possible significance to the world had been all but forgotten. But now, it seemed that his son-in-law and daughter were the cause of his unfortunate fate. Susan¡¯s devotion to her sister did not go unnoticed by Theodora, who rewarded her with the opportunity to be her personal maid for a while. And, as a sign of gratitude, Theodora made sure to compensate Susan financially, twice the amount her sister received from Bastian for taking care of the Duke. Although her husband disagreed, Theodora believed that being generous with money was essential to win people over. It was this belief that had helped her climb the social ladder. ¡°Convey this to your sister ¨C she just needs to inform me of Duke Dyssen¡¯s whereabouts. There¡¯s no danger involved.¡± Once her hair was fully brushed, Theodora stood up and picked up a pair of pearl earrings from her dressing table. Susan often admired them, and her eyes widened as Theodora handed them to her. Theodora believed that being generous with her wealth was a key to winning people¡¯s hearts and reaching her current status. ¡°Dear Madam, This is not required of you. Oh, my God. I won¡¯t dare take this priceless item.¡± ¡°I understand your hesitation, Susan, but please don¡¯t refuse. We¡¯ve been friends for so long,¡± Theodora said, placing a hand on Susan¡¯s trembling one as she offered the pearl earrings. Overwhelmed with gratitude, Susan couldn¡¯t help but tear up as she carefully wrapped the precious jewels and left. Theodora let out a deep sigh, settled back onto the sofa, and reached for her cigarette. She was skeptical of what she had just heard, considering it to be mostly nonsense. Nevertheless, if there was something to gain from it, she could potentially hasten the day when she could live with her curtains wide open once again. Theodora had a strong gut feeling about Bastian¡¯s wife, even though there was no concrete proof to support it. To ease her nerves, she lit up a few cigarettes and started her day by visiting her son¡¯s room. Despite her repeated pleas for her son to treat his fianc¨¦e kindly, Theodora saw no significant improvement in his behavior towards her. The situation had gotten so bad that the Countess Klein had even called to express her daughter¡¯s distress over not having seen her fianc¨¦ in a while. While the Countess¡¯s request for the couple to have some social time together was made in jest, the underlying message was clear: if Theodora¡¯s son wanted a safe and successful wedding, he needed to treat his future bride with the respect and care she deserved. Theodora¡¯s indomitable pride was dealt a blow, and she had to swallow it. It was nothing short of a miracle for the Klauswitz family, a noble house of lesser standing, to be accepted as in-laws by the esteemed Klein family. The engagement process was by no means an easy feat, and it wouldn¡¯t have been possible without the unyielding determination of Ella, who had wholeheartedly fallen for Franz. ¡°Franz.¡± Theodora impatiently knocked on the door and called out her son¡¯s name. Despite receiving no report of his departure, there was no response from Franz even after waiting for a long time. Theodora, used to this, pulled a key from her skirt pocket and unlocked the door. The room was empty save for its master, and the early sunlight poured in through the window. ¡®Anyway, it doesn¡¯t look like he¡¯s up to speed.¡¯ Theodora¡¯s brows wrinkled sharply as she gazed out the window at the countryside. Theodora¡¯s gaze fell on the imposing mansion outside the window, a constant reminder of Bastian¡¯s defiance. Againts its prominence, Franz remained unfazed. It was no wonder her husband held a disapproving view of their son. Theodora was just about to walk away when something caught her eye ¨C an easel standing on the balcony outside the window. She gently touched her throbbing head before hurrying over to take a closer look. It was then that she realized why Franz had been neglecting his fianc¨¦e ¨C he was engrossed in his art once more. Theodora¡¯s resolve to reprimand her son for his negligence dissolved upon seeing the painting on the easel. An unfinished portrait of a stunning beauty, unmistakably Bastian¡¯s wife, Odette. With a quick chuckle, Theodora gazed out at the sea. CH 58 As Odette was preparing to take a stroll, she was interrupted by the news of a phone call from Tira, who resided at Gillis Girls¡¯ Academy¡¯s dormitory. In haste, she concealed the bag of food she had prepared for the stray dogs and made her way to the study to answer the call. [Hello, sister!] With a deep breath, she lifted the receiver and heard Tira¡¯s joyful voice on the other end. [Slow down, dear sister. You¡¯ll lose your breath] Tira¡¯s words rushed out as she picked up the phone. ¡°How¡¯s your first semester going at the new school? Are you doing well in class? And are you taking care of yourself?¡± Odette asked, her concern evident in her voice. Tira¡¯s playful laughter reminded Odette to calm down and enjoy the moment. Tira¡¯s responses came in a cheerful stream, one after the other. She spoke of how the new school year had brought more fun, and how she had made many new friends with whom she shared her classes. Her teachers were excellent, and she was making great progress in her studies. Tira even proudly mentioned that she had added an inch to her waist, all thanks to her healthy appetite. Listening to her sister¡¯s positive report, Odette felt relieved and content. As she sighed in relief, Tira unexpectedly shared, [Oh, sister, I had a dream about our father a few days ago.] [Although it was only a dream, my father sending me to jail felt unbelievably re¡­] ¡°Stop Tira!¡± Odette halted Tira mid-sentence, sensing a deep-seated anxiety in her younger sister¡¯s voice. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it, Tira. I already told Father I would shoulder the burden,¡± [But sister¡­] ¡°Listen up, Tira. If you say that one more time, I will never see you again.¡± Odette rechecked the tightly closed library door and scolded Tira coldly. Tira¡¯s sullen voice broke the heavy silence as she spoke, [I¡¯m sorry, sister. I like everything that¡¯s happening now, and that¡¯s why I was anxious. I¡¯ve never been this happy before, but I was so afraid of losing it all.] ¡°It¡¯s all right, Tira.¡± Odette¡¯s voice, which had become warmer once more, calmed Tira. ¡°I never will allow that to happen.¡± She made a serious commitment to herself as well. Tira let out a small laugh. [I¡¯ll truly forget about it now. Just promise me you won¡¯t say such frightening things again. You may have a new family now, sister, but you¡¯re still my sister. Without you, I¡¯m all alone.] ¡°Okay, I promise,¡± Odette replied with a soft sigh and a chuckle. ¡°You know, Tira, you¡¯re actually my only family.¡± Her unspoken thoughts about her fake family flooded her mind. Tira¡¯s mood swings subsided quickly, and she regained her cheerfulness. She excitedly shared stories about learning to ride a bike with her friend, a kind boy from a neighboring boys¡¯ school, and the upcoming school festival next month. Hearing these refreshing and innocent tales from a schoolgirl¡¯s life, Odette¡¯s lingering worries dissipated. [Sister, would you be able to come to the parent invitation day? Even though it¡¯s held during the festival, to me, you¡¯re like a mother.] As the phone call was coming to a close, Tira asked Odette a tentative question. [I don¡¯t want to trouble you. If you¡¯re busy, it¡¯s okay not to come. And you don¡¯t have to bring actual parents, they said.] ¡°I¡¯ll see if the schedule permits,¡± Odette excused her tardiness in responding with a firm response. Carlsbar was a distant city that demanded at least a two-day absence, regardless of how tight Odette¡¯s schedule was. Obtaining Bastian¡¯s permission was crucial, as it was a matter of proper protocol between employer and employee, as he had defined it. [Okay, I¡¯ll talk to you next time. Love you, sis. Bye!] As Tira bid farewell with a cheery tone, it was apparent that she was crestfallen. However, before Odette could respond with a whisper of ¡°I love you too,¡± the phone line went dead. With a firm grip on her emotions, Odette departed from the study, her face devoid of any personal sentiments. The day was beautiful, the sky clear and warm, and she was determined not to allow herself to be consumed by futile melancholy and ruin the pleasant day. Let¡¯s accept force majeure. Let¡¯s not dwell on things that can¡¯t be helped with your own strength. Let¡¯s find what¡¯s best for the situation and enjoy it. She knew it wouldn¡¯t work out, but Odette still made that promise every morning. Despite the worsening state of her life, there was one ritual that Odette clung to with unwavering devotion. It was a small, seemingly insignificant act, but it held immense power over her psyche. With each passing day, the pattern of her routine grew more intricate, like the threads of a tapestry that interwove to create a beautiful and intricate design. ¡°Madam, you have a visitor,¡± the butler announced, his voice as crisp and polished as his uniform. As Odette returned to her room, she was hit with yet another unwelcome surprise ¨C her carefully stashed bag of food was missing. With a heavy sigh, she resigned herself to the fact that she would have to hide it again, this time under the bed. After hastily straightening her disheveled clothes, she braced herself and opened the bedroom door. The unexpected arrival of a guest sent ripples of surprise through the otherwise tranquil household. Startled, Odette turned to the head maid for an explanation. ¡°I didn¡¯t know we had any guests today,¡± The head maid, ever poised and professional, held out a visiting card with practiced ease. ¡°Yes, Madam,¡± she replied, her voice as smooth as silk. ¡°He claims to have no prior appointment, but requests a moment of your time.¡± Odette¡¯s gaze widened as she scanned the name of the unexpected visitor ¨C Maxime von Xanders. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* As Bastian idly gazed out the car window, his eyes happened to catch a familiar figure on the street corner. It was his father, Jeff Klauswitz, exiting a high-end jewelry store with a young woman who appeared to be no more than a few years older than Franz. Despite the bustling energy of the downtown district and the frenetic pace of the rush hour traffic, Bastian felt his world slow down to a crawl. He watched in silent disbelief as his father and the unknown woman strolled away from the store, hand in hand, seemingly oblivious to the world around them. It was a moment frozen in time, a surreal tableau that would forever be etched in Bastian¡¯s mind. It being their first encounter, but the woman¡¯s appearance was eerily familiar to Bastian. With her platinum locks and piercing sky blue eyes, she exuded a delicate and innocent beauty ¨C much like his deceased mother. Bastian snorted in derision and turned away from the distasteful scene before him. He knew that his father¡¯s latest mistress would not last long ¨C once she passed the age at which his mother had died, she would be swiftly replaced with another young and beautiful woman. As he sat in the bar, surrounded by the flickering glow of neon lights and the raucous chatter of the patrons, he couldn¡¯t help but feel a pang of bitterness towards his stepmother. Her unwavering devotion to his father, and her desperate attempts to usurp Mrs. Klauswitz¡¯s position, were nothing but a sad parody of love ¨C a far cry from the deep and meaningful connection that his mother had shared with her undeserving partner. Yet, even in the face of such trifling matters, Bastian remained steadfast in his convictions. He would never let anyone forget the true magnitude of his mother¡¯s love ¨C a love that transcended time, space, and even death itself. With the traffic jam finally clearing up, Bastian revved his engine and left the city behind him in a blur of speed and adrenaline. Meanwhile, back in the heart of Berg, the race to secure the rights for building a railway connecting the north and south was reaching a fever pitch. For weeks, it seemed that Jeff Klauswitz was the clear frontrunner ¨C until a new challenger emerged from the shadows. It was a railway company that Bastian had founded in collaboration with LaViere ¨C a formidable force that threatened to upend Klauswitz¡¯s plans and change the face of Berg forever. As the news broke that Jeff Klauswitz had been denied the right to build the railroad, Bastian felt a surge of satisfaction ¨C knowing that this setback would deal a major blow to his father¡¯s ambitions, and force him to go even deeper into the trap that Bastian had carefully set. But Bastian knew that he couldn¡¯t rest on his laurels just yet. With Jeff now desperate to find a way out of this mess, he would undoubtedly make some rash and aggressive investments ¨C all in the hopes of finding a breakthrough that could save his plans. Thankfully, he had been preparing for this day for months ¨C and he was ready for whatever his father might throw at him. As he sat back and waited for Jeff to take the bait, he felt a sense of quiet confidence ¨C knowing that he had outsmarted his old man once again. Bastian smoked his cigarette and accelerated as he crossed the boundary between Ratz and Ardene. In actuality, the endeavor was not worthwhile. Because his father would destroy himself even if left alone. After his father¡¯s initial rapid growth ¨C thanks to the funds he had raised from the Illis family through his marriage ¨C the Klauswitz Empire had hit a wall. For months, it had remained stagnant ¨C unable to make any real progress or outmaneuver the ruthless rivals who were now closing in from all sides. Againts his best efforts, Jeff Klauswitz knew that his chances of survival in this cutthroat business world were growing slimmer by the day. His enemies were relentless, and his resources were dwindling ¨C leaving him with little room to maneuver or make a comeback. Even if his father had luck on his side, it was a game that would cease as soon as Franz acquired the family firm. This was the most fitting conclusion given that the beloved son who had striven to become a nobleman would ultimately bring the family to ruin. Yet, what moved him wasn¡¯t the rage and retaliation that everyone was talking about. They were already meaningless to Bastian. Since he left that household, it had already been that way. Bastian had a different opinion from his maternal grandfather who claimed it was because they made his heart ache. It was not bad for him to have the disease to live with if this composure was a result of the illness. Nonetheless, his grandpa favored it. He died without even properly closing his eyes because he had lived with the resentment of not being able to exact revenge for his daughter¡¯s unjust death. To the son of his daughter, he left everything. Bastian received more than simply a hefty inheritance as the Illis family¡¯s heir. He owed it to his maternal grandfather, who delivered him from that misery and provided him with the greatest affection and resources, to close his eyes. Even so, he wished to guarantee it unequivocally. His father had sacrificed his wife and child to gain the great honor and lineage he had. Partial aristocratic standing. Without money, would it truly be so good? If his father lost everything he had made thanks to the money from the junk dealer he hated so much, the solution would become apparent. If his father went bankrupt but was still content to hold that shell, Bastian considered appreciating his father. The success of this case was crucial to accelerate the plan, as it was necessary to decrease reliance on Laviere. While he currently maintained an amicable relationship with Laviere and worked together with him, there was no permanent ally. This was also why Sandrine was his most valuable asset, as her mixed heritage provided the most effective safety net. What if he could soar without the aid of Laviere¡¯s wings? As the Gulf of Ardene loomed in the distance, an unfamiliar family unexpectedly crossed his mind. Although it was not entirely out of the question, taking such a challenging path seemed unnecessary when he already had a powerful alliance that fulfilled all his requirements. With a decisive conclusion, Bastian shifted gears once again and accelerated his pace. As the mansion loomed closer, the memory of this morning¡¯s fortune-telling nonsense lingered in his mind. ¡°It¡¯s the bolt of wisdom. You will have an important realization today.¡± Odette continued to speak eloquently while examining the long, thin eggshells that had shattered. Bastian was keeping his eye on her to see how far she would go before ending the con. He also realized that it would be better to wed Sandrine, suggesting that perhaps Odette¡¯s absurd forecast was correct after all. He arrived at the home as the sun was setting. Bastian marched into the lobby after handing the car to the attendant, who fled out in shock. The butler, who had been informed of his earlier return, had just arrived as he set foot on the central staircase. ¡°Master, you¡¯re ba¡­,¡± ¡°Bastian!¡± Before Lovis could finish, Odette¡¯s voice rang out clearly, calling his name. Turning his head towards the landing, Bastian saw Odette making her way down the entrance hall, accompanied by a man holding a child. Bastian was caught off guard by the unexpected arrival of Maxime von Xande CH 59 ¡°If I departed without seeing Captain Klauswitz, I thought it would be unfortunate. I am happy you are here.¡± Maxime hastily handed over his daughter to the nanny who was following behind as he expressed his disappointment about leaving without meeting Captain Klauswitz. ¡°Good day, Sir Xanders,¡± Bastian replied as he shook the Count¡¯s hand. ¡°I wasn¡¯t anticipating your visit to my humble abode.¡± He glanced briefly at Odette, who had approached him silently, before returning his attention to Maxime. Despite the unexpectedness of the Count¡¯s arrival, Maxime¡¯s cheerful countenance betrayed no hint of remorse. ¡°Ah, let me start by apologizing for my rudeness. I came without making an appointment beforehand,¡± Maxime said. ¡°Is there something urgent that requires your attention?¡± asked Bastia. Maxime¡¯s expression was filled with genuine remorse, ¡°I wanted to invite both of you to my villa to properly apologize for Alma¡¯s mistake at the last party. However, due to some family matters, I must leave Ardene earlier than planned.¡± Bastian greeted the Count¡¯s explanation with a warm, amiable smile. Although there were no overt signs of any foul play, he couldn¡¯t claim to fully comprehend the Count¡¯s reasoning. The Count possessed an abundance of kindness that had the ability to win over even the most skeptical of souls. However, despite his outwardly humble demeanor, his true nature was one of arrogance, much like a wolf in sheep¡¯s clothing. What made it all the more perplexing was that he seemed completely oblivious to this fact, as if he were under some sort of enchantment that prevented him from recognizing his own flaws. ¡°If that¡¯s the case, why don¡¯t you join us for dinner tonight?¡± Bastian extended a gracious invitation to him. Though he felt that their relationship wasn¡¯t particularly significant, he understood the importance of maintaining civility and adhering to social norms. Maxime chuckled like a carefree youth and shook his head, ¡°No, thank you for the offer, but I must be on my way to catch the train on time. I only stopped by to say hello before my departure.¡± ¡°All right, let¡¯s get a cup of tea. I won¡¯t feel comfortable if you go in this manner.¡± Bastian insisted. ¡°I had the pleasure of having tea time with Mrs. Klauswitz earlier. Please don¡¯t worry about that, as she treated an unexpected and uninvited guest with exceptional hospitality. Alma and I are truly grateful for your kindness.¡± In response, Odette smiled warmly and expressed her pleasure in being able to extend hospitality to Maxime and Alma. ¡°I would like to once again apologize for Alma¡¯s mistake on that day. I will make sure to educate my child properly to ensure that such incidents do not occur in the future.¡± Maxime offered a sincere apology to Bastian, As he spoke, the nanny arrived holding the child, catching Maxime¡¯s eye. The Count gathered his daughter Alma into his arms and approached Bastian once more, urging her to apologize for her mistake. ¡°Come on, Alma. It¡¯s important that you apologize to Captain Klauswitz,¡± However, upon meeting Bastian¡¯s gaze, Alma became overwhelmed with emotion and buried her face in her father¡¯s embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks. Bastian was actually unaware of what mistake the child had made. He observed the father and daughter spending time with a woman who bore a striking resemblance to the Count¡¯s deceased wife, and noted Odette¡¯s excessive display of affection towards a stranger¡¯s child. It all left him with a sense of intrigue and curiosity. It seemed to Bastian that the adults were trying to shift the responsibility for their mistakes onto a child who was completely innocent and unaware of what had transpired. He couldn¡¯t help but think that if the Count was truly apologetic, he wouldn¡¯t have shown up again. As Bastian observed the Count¡¯s comically arrogant behavior, the child in his arms began to squirm and open her mouth, perhaps sensing the tension in the air. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­.Captain.¡± Alma apologized to Captain Klauswitz in a quiet whisper. Her frightened eyes brimming with tears. Even with tears filled her frightened eyes, the child did her part quite resolutely. Bastian gracefully cocked his head to accept the young lady¡¯s audacity. He was instantly distracted, though, when his perceptive eye caught a glimpse of something odd. The child¡¯s blouse¡¯s collar was embellished with a piece of commonplace lace that, although being common, had an oddly familiar color and shape. His intuition was confirmed as he looked at it more attentively; it was the wonderfully made collar that Odette had been diligently knitting over the last few days. There was no denying it ¨C Bastian¡¯s heart raced with excitement as he beheld the accessory before him. It was not a figment of his imagination; it was real, and he had committed every minute detail to memory. From the tiniest intricacy to the grander purpose of the seemingly insignificant object, he had scrutinized it with unwavering curiosity. Maxime showed his love and pride for his daughter by giving her several gentle kisses on the cheeks. Bastian had a glimpse of Odette in the child¡¯s dazzling grin at this very moment. While they may have had different physical characteristics, there was an unmistakable similarity in the way they made an impact on others around them. ¡°Allow me to extend an invitation for both of you to visit Xander¡¯s estate in the near future. It would be my pleasure to repay the debt,¡± said Maxime before they were informed that the car had arrived. With that, Maxime bid his final farewell. Bastian stood with Odette, watching the guests say their goodbyes as they left. The fact that Xander¡¯s car was already loaded with their luggage and standing outside the stately home suggested that the Count¡¯s assurance to drop by before departing was sincere. The father and daughter got into the car and drove off into the peaceful, dusk landscape. After a moment, Odette turned to face Bastian. ¡°Congratulations on being accepted into Xander¡¯s circle,¡± she exclaimed, as if it were a tremendous honor to win the favor of the wealthy widower. However, Bastian¡¯s mood became even more tumultuous at the sight of her dazzling smile. Mrs. Klauswitz, who put a lot of effort into everything, didn¡¯t shirk her responsibility to select a compatible affair partner. It was a commendably excellent professional skill. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* As nightfall descended, the forest was cloaked in darkness. Odette set down her wine glass and gazed out the window of the breakfast room, her expression etched with concern. It had been nearly ten days since she began caring for the stray dogs in the woods. Though they remained untamed and cautious, they consistently returned to the same spot each day, waiting for her to arrive with their food during her walks. Today was no exception to the routine. Letting out a sigh, Odette redirected her attention to the table. ¡®What if I request to be excused first?¡¯ Odette thought about her prior choice as she struggled with her emotions. She wasn¡¯t ready to take on the responsibilities of a marriage just yet. She resisted letting her feelings endanger the crucial matters of the day. ¡°After the naval festival is over, would be the optimal time to pay a visit to the Xanders, don¡¯t you think?¡± Odette spoke up, breaking the oppressive silence with her well-timed words. Bastian, who had been silently clearing his plate, finally lifted his gaze across the table. ¡°Do as you please.¡± Setting down his wine glass, Bastian responded in a curt tone. It was clear that he wasn¡¯t pleased with the newfound connections she had formed. Though she wasn¡¯t seeking praise, his disapproving reply was somewhat disconcerting. ¡°Is it possible that you harbor some dislike towards Sir Xanders?¡± Amidst her struggle, Odette approached the topic cautiously. Bastian¡¯s face lit up with a smile as the candelabra¡¯s glow illuminated the dining table. ¡°I can hardly believe it,¡± he said. ¡°I believe Count Xanders has the potential to create a tasteful scandal. It¡¯s a valuable network, so be sure to handle it with care.¡± Bastian continued speaking in his usual plain and soft tone, without any change in his expression. ¡°Do you suspect that Sir Xanders and I are currently engaged in an inappropriate relationship?¡± Odette asked. ¡°Whether the two of you are in a committed relationship or simply sharing a noble friendship is of no concern to me. I simply require that Maxime von Xanders be the cause of our divorce,¡± Bastian nonchalantly raised his eyebrows and resumed his use of cutlery. ¡°He is a wealthy, well-mannered, and highly-educated nobleman, which is sufficient reason for me to relinquish my wife. You have chosen your partner wisely, Odette, and I am pleased with your selection.¡± Bastian sliced through the meat, spewing vile and vicious words without a care. Odette was left speechless, frozen in shock as she observed the unsettling spectacle. If she had mustered the courage to speak out against his behavior, it might have been dismissed as a mere misunderstanding. However, Bastian¡¯s demeanor was chillingly devoid of any empathy or warmth. His behavior was cold, like ice. The scene brought back thoughts of that tragic spring afternoon when Bastian had proposed and given her a contract. She was now expecting an explanation from him, but all she got was a placid demeanor as he carried on eating. She was suddenly repelled by the meat¡¯s dark red interior, which had barely undergone surface cooking. It was a reflection of the man who was avidly munching the bloodied meat from the seat across from her. He was a beast, or at least he looked like a beast in Odette¡¯s eyes. Odette had known for a long time that this man would use any strategy to further his goals, but this affair was much beyond her comprehension. ¡°Sir Xanders has nothing to do with me. I am willing to agree to any grounds for the divorce, but I refuse to let an innocent person be dragged into this.¡± ¡°Perhaps it¡¯s time for you to work on building a good relationship,¡± Bastian suggested, swallowing the last morsel of meat and reaching for the napkin. ¡°It looks good on you, by the way¡± he added with a nonchalant smile as he neatly folded the napkin he had just used to wipe his lips. A terrible man. Odette had to work to keep her hatred from escaping her mouth. She immediately concealed her hands under the table, but they were already trembling with unfathomable wrath. ¡°Sir Xanders is a decent man. Please don¡¯t make careless insults,¡± Odette reprimanded Bastian, assuming the role of a stern teacher. Bastian laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke and refilled his empty glass. ¡°Isn¡¯t it great that you two are perfect for each other? I¡¯m just glad that my wife is leaving me for a decent man, at least it¡¯ll make me look good. You¡¯ll have a wonderful husband, and I don¡¯t think there could be a better outcome,¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, what did you just say?¡± Odette asked, taken aback by the comment. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I will pay alimony for that portion if you want. Of course, you will have to face the harm to your image caused by you and Count Xanders having an affair.¡± ¡°Do you really think that money can buy anything?¡± ¡°You have proven that nothing is impossible.¡± ¡°You are quite filthy.¡± Odette let her anger speak. ¡°Is cleanliness your virtue? And who sold their life for money?¡± Bastian, clutching his wine glass, responded with a question and a statement that sounded like a song. Odette¡¯s pale blue face was filled with a fierce glare as she rose to her feet. Though her eyes were reddened with tears, she refused to let them fall. As he listened to the sound of his wife¡¯s footsteps fading away, Bastian slowly tipped his glass. The butler had carefully selected the wine for the master and his wife¡¯s dinner, and the rich, fragrant aroma filled the air. CH 60 Beneath the shade of the maple tree, where unspoken promises lingered in the air, an empty tin can was all that remained. Odette rushed over to inspect it, scanning her surroundings for any sign of the stray dogs that had been causing trouble. They were nowhere to be found, as she had expected, but the sight still left her feeling a little disheartened. She, wanted or unwanted, blamed Bastian for stirring all this chaos. Despite her awareness that her resentment was misplaced, Odette¡¯s hatred for Bastian refused to subside. If only he had arrived home after Count Xanders had left, they never would have crossed paths. Odette despised the thought of making excuses for herself, but her mind wouldn¡¯t let go of the self-justification Her words, spoken in anger, were carried away on the chilling wind that shook the night forest, as if they were mere leaves scattered in its wake. ¡°Bad man,¡± she muttered, as if the words themselves held the power to release the frustration building up inside her. ¡°I will never shed a tear over this marriage,¡± she vowed to herself, willing her resolve to remain steadfast. As the previously blurry landscape came back into focus, Odette made her way towards the maple tree that marked the entrance to the path. With gentle hands, she cleared away the dry leaves and discarded acorn shells that had accumulated in the nearby tin can. With a sigh, Odette rose to her feet and dusted off her hands. ¡°Oh, Puppy,¡± she called out into the darkness of the path ahead. As the sound of flapping wings faded away, the forest once again descended into silence, leaving Odette alone with her thoughts. She called out for the dogs several more times, but received no response. Exhausted, Odette leaned against the trunk of a magnificent tree and contemplated her next move. She knew she should hurry back, having used the excuse of taking a stroll around the garden for a brief respite. But something within her urged her to wait a little longer, to give the dogs a chance to return. Other animals might steal the food if she left it in this condition. The sound of a nightingale singing appeared out of nowhere. Odette listened to the song while quietly closing her eyes. Hui-hwi! The clear, haunting melody began like a simple whistle, but as the musician¡¯s skilled fingers danced across the strings, it transformed into a symphony of sound, rich and vibrant with a variety of techniques. The nightingale was her mother¡¯s favorite bird, and it was easy to see why. Even when she could no longer attend the grand theaters and hear the sweeping orchestras that once filled her life with joy, the sweet songs of the nightingale still brought her comfort and peace. On the night of the last nightingale¡¯s song, Odette sat by her mother¡¯s bedside, holding her hand as she listened to the haunting melody that filled the room. It was then that her mother whispered a secret wish ¨C that in her next life, she would be reborn as the nightingale, singing with a voice as pure and sweet as the bird that had brought her so much joy. ¡°But can¡¯t you only sing beautifully when you¡¯re filled with pain and emotion?¡± Odette asked her mother, watching as she closed the window to shut out the chill of the night air. ¡°You always said that music should come from the heart.¡± Her mother helplessly smiled at her daughter¡¯s words ¡°You have such a curious mind, my dear.¡± Curious mind¡­ The mother who regularly polished Odette mumbled some strange words of regret. ¡°Odette. I love you, my daughter.¡± Her mother covered her face with a thin hand after lengthy moments of devoted attention to her. ¡°Should the time come when I can no longer shield you from harm, my darling, promise me you¡¯ll live as a blissful fool,¡± She implored, her tear-stained face illuminated by the moonlight. It was a strange and enigmatic request. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­.¡± After giving that final word, her mother sighed deeply and drifted off to sleep as if it were carrying the weight of her entire existence. Helen, the unlucky princess, died unexpectedly the following morning. The act of betrayal was undeniable. For Odette, her mother had been her everything. She taught her every little thing ¨C from speaking, walking, and laughing, to observing, listening, and reflecting. When Odette was no longer able to have a tutor, her mother became her teacher. Her mother didn¡¯t spare her, not even when her feet hurt from dancing in uncomfortable shoes or when her knuckles swelled from hitting the piano keys when she couldn¡¯t play well. She continued to learn by reading library books, and when she fell short of her mother¡¯s expectations, she would receive a ruthless spanking. Her mother remained hopeful that one day they would regain their former high status. For that phantom. As Odette received the heartless master¡¯s final command for her to become a fool, disbelief consumed her. She had always been a dutiful daughter, following her mother¡¯s every instruction, but she refused to comply with this last wish. She didn¡¯t want to follow the pointless ambitions that had plagued her mother her entire life. She simply didn¡¯t want to abandon the life she had so far devoted to it. After all, she wasn¡¯t her mother; her mother had eventually given up and fled. Yet, now her life was the same now since, as the man claimed, she sold her life for money. ¡®One day, I¡¯ll be living in my own home and leading the life I want to lead.¡¯ The notion of glory that didn¡¯t truly belong to her was of no interest to Odette, regardless of the location. What truly captured her imagination was the possibility of finding a place where she could shed her false identity and be truly herself. As she contemplated the end of her marriage, Odette couldn¡¯t help but dream of a future where she could make that a reality. Her closed eyes slowly opened to the sound of the nightingale¡¯s incessant cries. As she listened to the bird¡¯s melodious song, a thought crossed her mind ¨C what if her mother had returned as a bird and sang to her about leaving without being taught? The idea brought a bittersweet feeling. Odette adjusted her stance and took a breath while checking the clock. She had no regrets, so perhaps her mother was correct. She had to make the most of the decision she had already made. She refused to follow her mother¡¯s sad life, which she blamed on being imprisoned in the past. Never, never, never. ¡°Puppy.¡± Odette let out one final call for the stray dogs, but as she turned to leave, she caught a glimpse of a pup emerging from the nearby bushes. Though she searched for the mother dog, who had always followed her child, she was nowhere to be seen. As Odette approached the lone pup, ¡°What are you doing here all alone? Where¡¯s your mother?¡± But the frightened pup just whimpered and darted off into the pathless woods without even glancing at the food she had brought. Odette did not move, so the dog returned and growled. It appeared to be beckoning her to follow him. Odette stared blankly into the pitch-black trees. Once more, the puppy began to run in its direction. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The night was drawing to a close, yet Odette had not returned. Bastian grew anxious as he lit his third cigarette and rose from his seat. Even though, Odette had said she was going for a leisurely walk in the garden, even Lovis had witnessed her departure. Bastian¡¯s patience wore thin as the hours passed and Odette failed to return. He couldn¡¯t fathom why she would storm out of the mansion in anger, putting herself in potential danger. Her behavior was out of character for the responsible and level-headed Odette. What¡¯s worse, she knew the consequences of defying their agreement, making her actions all the more reckless and worrisome to Bastian. Bastian glanced at his watch once more before making his way to the window that overlooked the garden. As he drew back the curtains, he was met with the sight of a gentle rain shower that had crept up on him unnoticed, painting the glass pane with droplets. Stepping out onto the balcony, he felt the cool breeze that carried the scent of the rain on his skin. Bastian sighed in resignation and hastily started getting ready to depart. All he did was cover up his clothing with a raincoat. There was no time to be concerned about anything else. As he descended to the first-floor hall, Lovis met him with an anxious expression. ¡°I¡¯ll mobilize the servants to search for madam.¡± ¡°No. One is sufficient.¡± Without pausing, Bastian shook his head. A rapid and discrete solution was required in order to prevent the spread of unneeded misinformation. Little disputes and resolutions. So that it might represent a typical couple¡¯s day to day activities. ¡°Stop worrying, Lovis. Odette may be somewhere I already know.¡± Bastian quickly departed the estate after deceiving the butler with a cunning tale. Odette would have hidden farther away if she had remained in the garden, where he would have seen her long ago. She was probably in the woods because the beach that he had often observed through the window was deserted. Bastian¡¯s mind raced as he swiftly made his way towards his destination. His footsteps pounded against the forest floor, quickening with every passing moment. The rain pelted down around him, a familiar and unwelcome sensation. It had been years since he had wandered through the Ardene forests on a night like this, but the memories flooded back to him in a rush, overpowering and vivid. ¨C With a jolt, Bastian realized he was no longer in his cozy bed, but in the midst of a vast forest, dressed only in his pajamas and barefoot. As he tried to make sense of what had happened, his mind slowly cleared and a sense of calm overtook him. ¡°I sleepwalk,¡± Bastian murmured to himself, as he embraced the cold, rainy darkness of the forest. Bastian already knew that while he was asleep, he occasionally prowled the night like a ghost. He had long ago reached the point when he could no longer continue to live in denial and conceal his condition. That explained it. Before going to sleep, he began to tie rope around his wrists. Hence, nobody would learn. The only thing would be to wake up chained and alone. Bastian had become an expert at concealing his weakness, and he knew that if he woke up early enough and erased all traces, he could keep it hidden. Despite moving to the Illis¡¯s residence, the nights of wandering continued to haunt him, but he was able to keep them under wraps. However, one fateful weekend morning, after several months of living with his grandfather, Bastian slipped up and revealed his vulnerability. His carelessness had led him to oversleep. Curiosity had seized his grandfather, compelling him to open the locked door and peer inside. What he discovered was his grandson sprawled on the bedroom floor, as if he had been tamed like an animal on a leash. Bastian jolted awake at the sound of his grandfather¡¯s piercing screams. ¡°Who did this to you? Who made you like this? Tell me now!¡± His grandfather¡¯s anger was palpable as he quickly untied the rope and interrogated Bastian, ¡°Sir, I did.¡± Little Bastian replied in a collected manner. His fight while restrained by his rope had left him with wounds that were oozing with blood, but the discomfort was not severe enough to warrant concern. That fateful morning, the world seemed to crumble as his grandfather wept uncontrollably, shattering the silence around them. With a pang of regret, Bastian wished he hadn¡¯t slept in and made matters worse by uttering something he shouldn¡¯t have. Determined to find a cure for Bastian¡¯s sleepwalking, his grandfather scoured the vast empire for a solution. With unwavering commitment, Bastian underwent the treatment, silently enduring the process. The passing of time brought with it the sweet relief of a complete cure, as well as the fading of scars on his wrists. ¨C Bastian came to a halt at the end of the path that connected the dense forest to the sandy beach, rain pelting his face and chilling him to the bone. As he wiped the droplets from his skin, he felt the memories of the past fading into nothingness, leaving behind only one constant thought: Odette. The elusive and vexing woman had disappeared without a trace, even after he had combed the trails that wound through the forest. Bastian drew in a deep breath, his heart pounding with determination as he lengthened his strides. He knew that Odette was somewhere within the sprawling grounds of the grand mansion, even if she had lost her way. The chances of a catastrophic accident were low, but still, he couldn¡¯t shake the intense emotions that consumed him. The memory of the unpleasant dinner table argument lingered, and despite his knowledge of her innocence, he couldn¡¯t stop the hurtful words that had slipped from his tongue. Bastian became dejected as he realized that this kind of conflict was all too often. Yet he didn¡¯t let it break him; he used his fortitude and fortitude to confront it. He set out to locate the starting place with fresh vigor. Although there were still traces of winter in the air, the setting sun shed a warm glow over the early spring evening. And it was at this precise time that the unlucky woman took off her veil. He felt a sense of regret as he realized he should have taken the chance that fateful night. In the stillness of the night, the burden of his inaction weighed heavily on him. He might have been nothing more than a fleeting memory or a one-night stand if he had just seized the chance. Even if destiny reunited them as husband and wife, their relationship would never be the same as it may have been. The emperor¡¯s decree held immense weight, but even its power could not compel him to cross paths again with the woman who peddled her flesh in the shadowy corners of the gambling den. He had brought her into his world, against his better judgment, and it was a mistake that could not be undone. But if this was to be the end, then it should be concluded with precision, according to plan. Bastian¡¯s mind sliced through the haze of uncertainty with a resolute decision, much like the young boy of his past who bound his own wrists to shield himself from the tumultuous nights. He noticed the presence of people on the road going to the cliff overlooking the sea about the time he understood that more searches would be required. With cautious steps, Bastian drew closer to the towering tree that stood sentinel at the edge of the cliff. A heavy exhale escaped his lips as he spotted a figure beneath its gnarled roots, lost in deep contemplation. ¡°Odette,¡± He breathed, the sound barely audible above the rustling leaves. At the sound of her name, the woman caked in mud slowly turned her head towards him. And in that moment, Bastian knew that it was his wife, Odette. CH 61 Odette had dug the pit with all her effort, and the damp earth was now smothering her hands. She was equally disorganized in her clothing and shoes. She calmly attempted to wash the filth off of herself, but she knew in her heart that it was pointless. Bastian approached her as she got to her feet and retrieved her filthy clothes. The terrified pup cried and hid behind Odette. ¡°You seem to have a predilection for misery, don¡¯t you?¡± A crooked smile crept onto Bastian¡¯s lips as his eyes scanned Odette from head to toe, and back again. ¡°I highly doubt anyone would have a liking for frolicking in the dirt amidst a midnight rain. So, what exactly are you up to?¡± ¡°¡­ I¡¯m sorry if I¡¯ve worried you.¡± Odette tried to keep a neutral expression on her face as she faced him. Bastian was dressed in a nighttime-appropriate dark blue raincoat. He appeared wet from the rain, but not at all unclean. Odette averted her eyes and tucked her grimy hands under the hem of her skirt. ¡°The stray dog I used to occasionally feed has passed away.¡± With a heavy heart, Odette conveyed the news. As she made her way towards the forest, where she had previously chased after the puppy, she stumbled upon the mother dog, lying lifeless on the frigid ground. Its body had become rigid, as though its breath had already departed. All she could do was tenderly shut the dog¡¯s eyes, which gazed up at the vast expanse of the sky. As she took a closer look, she realized that the dog¡¯s physique was much smaller and emaciated than she had imagined. This realization only amplified the sorrow that had already taken hold of Odette¡¯s heart. ¡°So?¡± Bastian blandly asked as he cast a glance over the spot where the mother dog was interred. Odette took a peaceful, deep breath, which soothed her worn-out heart. ¡°I was afraid that if I left it alone, other animals would prey on it, so I picked it up and gave it a proper burial.¡± ¡°You did it alone?¡± ¡°Yes, I did it alone. I didn¡¯t want to trouble you by having to ask for assistance with something like this,¡± Odette replied. ¡°Does it not bother you that your hostess is out late and not returning home?¡± Bastian asked. ¡°In hindsight, I believe I acted impulsively. Going forward, I will take care not to repeat the same mistake.¡± Odette expressed regret and apologized without making any excuses. However, her overly polite demeanor came across as a lack of respect. Bastian was taken aback and erupted into peals of laughter. He appeared to comprehend the source of the woman¡¯s fury. Although she had the temperament of a fierce wolf, it was still preferable to behaving like a petulant child. Bastian¡¯s confusion grew as he surveyed the scene. ¡°How in the world did you manage to dig a pit for a dog all by yourself?¡± Despite Odette¡¯s attempt at a feigned smile, the answer was evident from her appearance. Her attire and the scattered fragments of broken branches suggested that she may have undergone training as a ranger. The sound of the raindrops cascading upon the verdant foliage filled the once-quiet atmosphere, imbuing it with a sense of serenity. Bastian¡¯s unwavering stare made Odette uneasy, causing her to eventually avert her gaze. As her eyes fixed upon the modest grave that she had crafted single-handedly, her vision became hazy once more. Odette left the little cub hovering by her side and the deceased mother behind because she couldn¡¯t bear to turn around. She was aware of the dog mother¡¯s precarious health from the outset, but she felt as though everything was her responsibility. If only she had gotten here sooner. If only she had been able to offer better support than the mediocre meal that was distributed. She wasted her time trying if she wasn¡¯t capable of doing that. The sound of rain could be heard amid the unfounded speculation. The puppy was hunched over its mother¡¯s body, staring up at her. Odette could not look away from the total trust she had in those eyes. It was difficult to recall anything that took place beyond that point. She carried the lifeless dog into the gloomy woodland with her while wrapped in her shawl. Somewhere warm and sunny. She was looking for a spot where she would not feel lonely, and she ended up coming to this location without even realizing it. Even though the raindrops were pretty substantial, Odette did not show any fear. She started by locating a piece of ground that had gentle soil, and then she gathered a number of large tree branches that appeared to be rather sturdy. She could not feed the dead dog to the wild animals and there was no other way for her to ask for assistance, so she was forced to find a method to handle the situation on her own. It was a familiar feeling of hopelessness at the same time. She was able to gain control of her feelings, and when she finally raised her head, she noticed that Bastian was still standing there. When they looked at one other, he let out a drawn-out sigh. That was all it took for Odette to have an abrupt realization that she did not appear appealing at all. It would be lovely if she could straighten up her hair, but it would be even more ludicrous if she hurriedly touched it with her dirty hands before she could finish. As Odette frantically searched the area, she hurried up to the trunk of the tree and grabbed her handbag from the base of the branch. When Bastian approached her, she was in a frustrated state since her frozen hand was preventing her from moving in the way that she desired. After being startled, the contents of the bag fell out and spread themselves around the dirt floor. Odette tried her best to stifle the anger she felt about the most unfortunate turn of events as she scooped up the bag that had fallen. She secretly wished that Bastian would look the other way, but he ended up assisting her nonetheless. Handkerchief. Watch that fits in her pocket. Mirror. The instant that she was relieved to see that the things were, for the most part, acceptable, a piece of chocolate that was wrapped in colorful wrapping paper drew her attention. Exactly at the point when she was furious with her younger self for keeping such things, Bastian reached over and grabbed the pocket knife that was sitting next to it. As he opened up the folded blade, he saw that the corners of his eyes were gradually becoming more constricted. ¡°I beg you, tell me that you¡¯re not going to use this for self-defense.¡± Bastian inquired as if it were completely ridiculous. It was a dull knife that had seen better days, and it didn¡¯t even stand up straight. Odette did not utter a single word, but instead she accepted it from him. After she had finished packing all of her possessions, she stood up as if nothing had happened and unwrapped the handkerchief she was carrying. During the time that she was carefully cleaning her hands, the puppy that had been lurking behind her emerged from its hiding place. When Bastian stared down at the tangled ball of fur that was the puppy, a crease appeared in his forehead, ¡°Have you been trying to find someone who could take Count Xanders¡¯s place?¡± ¡°At first, I believed it to be a male; however, upon further inspection, I discovered that it was a female.¡± Odette erectly stood in front of him while carrying a handkerchief that was folded and a bag that was draped over her wrist. It appeared as though she was making an attempt to give the impression that she was unaffected, yet all that effort only served to highlight her sorrowful expression. Her skin was as white as a sheet of paper, and the apples of her cheeks and lips were an alarming shade of scarlet. When one looked at her in greater detail, one could also see that her tiny shoulders were quivering slightly. The large and little scars that were seen on her hands were most likely medals that were left as a result of her tenacity and the fact that she dug the ground with twigs. The persistent fall precipitation that followed didn¡¯t seem like it was going to let up. Bastian heaved a sigh before taking off his raincoat and wrapping it around Odette, who was shivering. ¡°Do not be so rigid as to be pointless.¡± While Odette was running away in shock, Bastian caught her by the arm and buttoned her raincoat with great care. ¡°Let¡¯s turn around and go back.¡± After buckling her waist strap more securely, Bastian extended her hand to the audience. Odette was overcome with a sense of helplessness as she gazed at the hand that was extended towards her. In the meantime, Bastian¡¯s residual body heat in the raincoat seeped into every part of her icy body, warming her from the inside out. It was a feeling that brought back memories of a period in her life that had been fraught with gloom and misery. Odette felt relieved rather than angry when she turned around and heard a voice calling her name from behind. She was despite the fact that she knew the ugly man was the one who had harmed her. She welcomed his arrival but, despite her joy, she couldn¡¯t stand the sight of him in any form. Odette retreated as soon as the recollection of that time, which had been aroused by Bastian¡¯s warmth, came to mind. Even up until this point, life had been challenging. She did not want to compound the problem by adding the additional burden of hating him. ¡°Bastian, I beg you, please allow this youngster to accompany me. Odette reached down and snatched the puppy that was hanging about her feet. ¡°She was bereaved of her mother. Due to the fact that it is still so young and delicate, it cannot live on its own. ¡°So?¡± Bastian showed his disapproval by raising his hand and sweeping his wet hair away from his face. ¡°If you want to take care of an animal, a real dog is the best option for you.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t want any more dogs. I¡¯ll see to it that it doesn¡¯t become a problem for you. As long as I am here, I will quietly raise it and take it with me when I depart. Please extend your mercy for only that long.¡± Odette cradled the dirty dog gently in her arms as she stared up at him helplessly. She appeared to have an unusually strong emotional connection to the hapless creature. ¡°Please, Bastian.¡± Odette pleaded again as the filthy sensation of being treated like a stray dog returned. As Bastian peered into the red eyes that were full with obstinate determination, his laughter turned to white breath and dispersed. His answer was the only one he had. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°I¡¯ve heard that they picked up a dog?¡± The servants greeted one another with inquiries as they started their day. When daybreak finally arrived, rumors had already spread throughout the entire mansion. The master, who had gone out to hunt for his wife who had gone missing, returned with a dog for whatever reason. The servant who was present at the time reported that the master treated the lady and the puppy that she picked up as precious treasures. It took less than a day for this to put an end to the rumors that the two had been involved in a heated argument with one another. ¡°But isn¡¯t it true that the master despises dogs?¡± A head was nodded by one of the maids as she made her way towards the kitchen. ¡°He wouldn¡¯t even want a regular hound. I was told that when he was a child, he was severely injured after he was attacked by a dog. Therefore, the previous owner hadn¡¯t had a dog ever since he welcomed his grandson into the family home.¡± ¡°Ah. Did he? I was unaware of it.¡± ¡° I¡¯m curious as to whether or not he loves his wife enough to put up with a dog that he despises. They might need to hire a babysitter sooner or later, but I can¡¯t say for sure.¡± As soon as the maids rounded the corner leading to the kitchen, the lively conversation that they had been having ceased. Overall, it was due of the interaction with the rigid butler that brought it about. ¡°Shh.¡± Lovis, who was looking directly at them, flashed a threatening gesture by bringing his index finger up to his mouth to make a point. The maids who were observing clapped their hands together, shook their heads in unison, and then dispersed to their various posts. As Lovis, who had only just finished her ordeal, entered the common area, the call bell began to ring. 3rd Floor. It was the bedroom that belonged to the hostess. ¡°It can only be the master if they call at this hour. I¡¯ll go.¡± As Lovis quickly exited the room, he mumbled something to the head maid before leaving. When he found out that Bastian had brought a dog, it was a stray dog that had been found in the forest. Almost immediately, his heart stopped beating. Was it possible that a stray dog that lived in that wooded area was also to blame for the accident that caused Carl Illis to remove his grandson from the custody of his son-in-law? Of course, the hound that was reported to have attacked the child at that time was said to be as huge as a wolf, so there would be a big difference between the little pet dog that Odette had picked up and the hound that was said to have attacked the child at that time, but a dog was still a dog. Lovis had arrived in front of the bedroom on the third floor by the time it was determined that it would be most beneficial to speak to the madam. As he knocked on the door, he was not surprised to hear Bastian¡¯s voice. Lovis let out a sigh before opening the closed door. In the bedroom, where there was only the light of one bedside lamp on, the bluish light of morning still lingered. Bastian was snoozing away on the bed while he observed his dozing wife below him. ¡°Have you called, Master?¡± Lovis inquired. When he questioned Bastian quietly, he slowly moved his head to look at him. ¡°I believe it would be a good idea to get in touch with Dr. Kramer.¡± Bastian got up softly from his bed and then unexpectedly issued a command. After being surprised, Lovis approached his master. ¡°Master, are you alright?¡± ¡°No. Not me. Odette.¡± The focus of Bastian¡¯s attention shifted back to the bed. ¡°She¡¯s got quite a temperature. Unfortunately, she is ill. Please inform the attending physician that the patient is unable to go to the hospital at this time; as a result, you would like to request that he make a house call.¡± ¡°Yes, master. As soon as Dr. Kramer gets to the office, I will get in touch with him.¡± Lovis followed the order. ¡°And what happened then, I don¡¯t want my wife to find out.¡± ¡°So, if that¡¯s what you mean¡­¡± Lovis began speaking but got interrupted immediately. ¡°What you are thinking at this very moment is most likely accurate.¡± Bastian laughed off the situation as though it were unimportant. Lovis was speechless because he appeared to be in a state of shock, as if he had just realized that someone had read his genuine intents. ¡°But master, you have a dog¡­.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t despise it very much.¡± Before Lovis had even finished his protest, Bastian had already responded with composure to the question. ¡°¡­ I just don¡¯t like it.¡± At the conclusion of a word that had been extravagantly appended, Bastian turned around. ¡°Understood, master. I shall comply,¡± replied Lovis with a bow. Observing the stubborn figure retreating, Lovis stepped back as well. ¡°I shall ensure that the servants remain silent,¡± she added. The morning brought with it a sense of foreboding, as the inconsiderate gossip of the maids appeared to be on the verge of materializing. CH 62 The unexpected arrival of the Belov diplomatic mission at the Ministry of the Navy caught everyone off guard. Initially, the plan was to proceed to the detached palace following a commemorative speech at the National Assembly. However, the Crown Prince¡¯s intense fascination with the nearby Admiralty prompted an impromptu change of plans. Given that the emperor had already granted permission, there was no recourse but to acquiesce. Consequently, the Admiralty was compelled to declare a state of emergency comparable to that of a wartime scenario. As the preparations for the state guest were finally completed, the ceremonial car carrying the Crown Prince of Belov arrived at the headquarters building. After exchanging greetings with the high-ranking generals, the Belovian Crown Prince approached Bastian, addressing him with a polite. ¡°Hello, Captain Klauswitz.¡± Bastian stood tall and proud as he extended his arm in a salute, acknowledging the presence of the Crown Prince of Belov. Without skipping a beat, he greeted the Prince with a formal handshake, his composure unwavering despite the unexpected encounter. ¡°Your Highness, it is an honor to meet you,¡± Bastian said with a deep, respectful bow. The Crown Prince¡¯s greeting to Captain Klauswitz was unusually warm for a state guest and an officer, but nobody found it out of place. The Crown Prince¡¯s intentions in leading the delegation to Berg were no secret, and everyone knew what he wanted. To reinforce this, the Chief of Staff, upon learning of the surprise visit, immediately instructed that Captain Klauswitz be included in the delegation. It was a gesture of welcome and a gift to the Crown Prince from a friendly allied nation. ¡°I¡¯m aware of your reputation as the hero who led the victory in the Battle of Trosa. Your efforts helped our camp gain control of the North Sea, making you a hero of Belov as well,¡± expressed the Crown Prince with a wry smile, showing his satisfaction with the welcome gift. However, his gaze towards Bastian revealed a wariness that he couldn¡¯t hide. Despite not officially taking issue with his fianc¨¦e¡¯s scandal, he still seemed to have lingering doubts that had not been resolved. ¡°I appreciate the compliment, but it seems a bit excessive. However, Berg¡¯s entire naval squadron earned that day¡¯s win.¡± Bastian resumed the discussion in a humble manner. After a few more words of formal praise, the crown prince revealed his actual goals as he spoke about the war. ¡°I¡¯m engaged to Princess Isabelle, and you married her cousin.¡± Suddenly the Crown Prince brought up the topic of Bastian¡¯s marriage and its arrangements. ¡°Yes, Your Highness,¡± Bastian replied. ¡°I was informed that the imperial family directly arranged your marriage. The Emperor of Berg, who upholds tradition, gave his sister¡¯s daughter to an officer without a title. It appears that Captain Klauswitz is highly regarded by him.¡± The sharp glint in the Crown Prince¡¯s eyes suggested a clear suspicion, but Bastian remained unfazed. ¡°It¡¯s a reward for a soldier who¡¯s proven his worth on the battlefield, but I see it more as being a part of a noble reign that covers the era¡¯s quick transformation. Since he is responsible for my marriage to a lady of noble birth, I owe it to the empire and the royal family to be even more devoted to them.¡± Said Bastian ¡°The captain is indeed quite modest,¡± remarked someone in the group. ¡°I am grateful for your kind words. As for my wife, she is not only beautiful but also wise. I consider myself fortunate to have her as the love of my life, and I have no desire to seek another.¡± His words eased the tension in the room, and the relieved generals and officers showed it on their faces. However, none were happier than Admiral Demel, who had been pushing the idea of a love of a lifetime for Bastian. ¡°Will we have the opportunity to meet and greet each other in person at the naval festival? This makes me more and more curious about Mrs. Klauswitz,¡± the Crown Prince said. ¡°Of course, Your Highness. My wife will be accompanying me at the ceremony,¡± said Bastian. Crown Prince Belov passed Bastian after a polite greeting, expressing his anticipation for the naval festival. The delegation departed after a formal inspection of the Admiralty, which Bastian knew was the Crown Prince¡¯s way of trying to identify the person involved in Princess Isabelle¡¯s scandal. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* As the storm passed, Bastian ate a late lunch in the dining room while the other officers grumbled. And now that he¡¯d gotten back to the office and wrapped up his papers, it was almost time for his workout. Bastian changed into his workout clothes, ran a few laps around the Admiralty park as a warmup, and then headed to the gym. When he was done with jumping rope and beginning to lift barbells, he ran into Erich Faber. ¡°Did Prince Belov speak to you? Did he bring up Princess Isabelle¡¯s scandal directly?¡± Erich approached Bastian with urgency and asked. Bastian, though, chose to ignore the question and instead concentrate on his workout. After the injury, he was still able to lift the same amount as before. At this point, it was reasonable to presume that his health had fully recovered. ¡°I didn¡¯t think you would tell me anyway,¡± Erich grumbled, but remained in place. ¡°Oh, regarding the overseas assignment you¡¯re interested in, I think it might be possible next month. What do you think?¡± During Bastian¡¯s workout, Erich, who was doing gymnastics, suddenly brought up a topic. Just as Bastian finished his set and put down the barbell, he turned to face Erich ¡°When next month?¡± ¡°It will take place on the last weekend of the month. You should be free to go as soon as you hand in your application now that the suitability test has been completed, and it will be effective immediately. After the event, it appears that they will let you to leave as they promised.¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± Bastian asked ¡°Admiral Demel signed it. I have no doubt about it.¡± Erich gave a resolute nod to the question. While Bastian regarded the warm sunlight that was coming in through the window, he dabbed his forehead with a towel that had been placed at the other end of the seat. The section of the Admiralty that was in charge of personnel was Erich¡¯s responsibility. At least with regard to matters of this nature, he was a trustworthy source of knowledge. ¡°Are you seriously going to do that? Your supervisors would appreciate it if you could put in more hours at the headquarters. In my perspective, it is of a higher quality. People are envious of it because they can¡¯t have it themselves. It¡¯s a total loss.¡± ¡° If I don¡¯t go out the month after that. When do you anticipate that it will be your turn again?¡± Bastian retorted ¡°I don¡¯t know the exact date yet, but it will probably be over the course of the year.¡± Erich put an end to the gymnastics moves he had been pretending to perform and folded his arms in a relaxed manner. Bastian tossed the damp towel into the basket and looked up at the clock on the gym wall. Time ticked 4:00. It was about this time that Dr. Kramer was supposed to come to Ardenne Odette became ill after spending time in the cold rain. Her condition was officially labelled as aches all over her body and a high temperature. Her body weakness, he stated, was to blame for the severity of her symptoms. Bastian felt an odd discomfort after reading the note Dr. Kramer left during his first day at home. Odette was in about the same shape physically as she had been while she was dealing with her baggage of a family. She was still quite pale and very frail. She had been living in such lavish comfort compared to when she had been bedridden that it defies logic that she would not have improved. It made no sense at all. Perhaps there wasn¡¯t a medical problem at all. Bastian just last night had this unexpected curiosity. Odette¡¯s fever did not quickly subside despite the needles and medication she had received. Because of the his sick wife, Bastian had a restless night as well. That¡¯s why he scheduled that extra appointment with Dr. Kramer. He couldn¡¯t fathom how feeling unwell could hurt so much. ¡°Are you going to delay it?¡± Interestedly, Erich questioned. ¡°Or are you planning on going out?¡± Erich¡¯s irritation increased as the stillness lasted longer. Bastian got up and went to take a shower, leaving behind simply a cryptic grin this time. ¡°Anyway, you unlucky bastard.¡± The gym resounded with Erich¡¯s enraged cry. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Madam¡¯s condition has greatly improved since this morning.¡± After a brief round of greetings, Lovis got right to the meat of the matter. Bastian gave the door a quick glance before walking in on his own. ¡°Now that the fever has subsided, the tonsil swelling should decrease. Also, she munched on some food. ¡± Lovis informed. ¡°What does Dr. Kramer think?¡± As Bastian reached the top of the final flight of stairs to the third level, he finally spoke up. ¡°He stated that if she gets some sleep and eats well, she should feel better over time.¡± Lovis quickly responded with the planned response. Bastian, who had been quiet for a while, seemed to agree by nodding his head. ¡°The same can be said for Margrethe.¡± Lovis disclosed his final liaison as they approached the hostess¡¯ bedroom. Bastian came to a halt and stared at him sternly. ¡°Margrethe?¡± ¡°Ah yes. The dog belongs to the madam. Madam named it herself today. Margrethe is currently in the care of the lady¡¯s maid. ¡± Lovis¡¯s explanation prompted deeper furrows between Bastian¡¯s brows. When Lovis¡¯s nerves started to kick in, Bastian started laughing. ¡°Margrethe.¡± Bastian repeated the name with a happy chuckle. ¡°Yes, I get it. I appreciate your hard work.¡± Bastian turned around to look at Lovis once more with a trace of a smile on his face. Lovis looked at him in silence for a moment before taking a few steps back without uttering a word. The housekeepers who had followed behind were likewise dispatched. It would appear that assistance was not what he required at this time. Even Margrethe, who had been washed and dressed, was elevated to the following rank after being promoted. Bastian removed the officer¡¯s cap from his head before walking up to the door of the hostess¡¯ bedroom and opening it without knocking. The sound of someone walking through the threshold was immediately followed by the sound of the door closing once more. Lovis hastened her exit as she exited the corridor in front of the bedroom and began walking away. The sunset had already given the mansion a muted tint, which added to its opulence. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The moonlight shone through the window, casting a soft glow on Odette¡¯s peaceful face. She was lost in a dream world, where anything was possible. The gentle rise and fall of her chest was the only indication that she was alive. The room was silent, except for the occasional rustle of the curtains in the breeze. As Bastian stepped out onto the balcony, the salty sea air hit his face. He gazed out at the endless expanse of water, the waves crashing against the shore in a soothing rhythm. He listened intently, and as he heard the sound of her breathing becoming more relaxed, he knew she was finally asleep. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, feeling the cool breeze on his skin. As she lay in bed, the soothing melody of the ocean¡¯s waves drifted through the open windows. The salty breeze carried the sound of seagulls and the distant hum of boats, lulling her into a peaceful slumber. Bastian cautiously shut the window, his heart pounding with anticipation. He turned around, his eyes fixated on the bed. The moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the grand four-poster bed. Bastian kept his grip on the hem of the curtain as he looked through it to see Odette¡¯s silhouette beyond. It appeared as though he could hold out till the dusk was over. Even if it did, the chaos wouldn¡¯t endure for very long. ¡°Bastian¡­ ?¡± When he was on the verge of releasing his grip on the drapes, he suddenly became aware of someone softly whispering his name. Odette, who had just recently come to, spoke with a voice that carried with it a hint of sleepiness. Unconsciously, Bastian held his breath as he strained to get a firmer grip on the drapes. Odette carefully raised herself up while hiding her face in the shade cast by the moving lace. The surroundings went back to being calm as the sound of her long, flowing hair brushing against the bedding was no longer heard. Bastian pulled back the drapes that he had been unable to let go of for what seemed like an eternity as the sun continued to set. In the dim light, Odette¡¯s smile revealed a hint of mischief. The sky was painted in a beautiful blend of red and blue She tossed and turned, her long hair brushing against the sheets. Eventually, the sound of her hair grazing the bedding ceased. CH 63 Odette¡¯s constant companion was Margrethe, who mirrored her every move like a shadow. Even when she was preoccupied with other tasks, Margrethe never wavered in her attentive gaze. Whenever Odette felt a sudden glance and looked down, Margrethe was there, unwavering in her devotion. Presently, Margrethe sat at her feet, gazing up at Odette with eyes full of affection and trust, as if Odette was her entire universe. Odette paused her sewing and set down her needle, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Margrethe, brimming with excitement, bounced around and wagged her tail fervently, eagerly seeking a warm embrace. ¡°Patience, Margrethe,¡± Odette chided the exuberant pup before returning to her work on the ribbon. However, the puppy¡¯s whimpers and persistent scratching at her legs distracted her. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Margrethe. I¡¯ll finish this quickly.¡± With the sewing put away, Odette scooped up the sulking dog and cradled her in her lap. As soon as Odette took Margrethe into her lap, the puppy¡¯s mood lifted and she showered her with innocent affection, radiating energy despite her small stature. In the warm afternoon sunlight, the playful antics of the pup elicited a joyful laugh from Odette that reverberated through the air. As Margrethe¡¯s enthusiastic face-licking finally subsided, Odette picked up the ribbon that lay forgotten on the table. It had been intended to tame the dog¡¯s unruly hair, but Odette had struggled with it. Her attempt to cut Margrethe¡¯s knotted hair resulted in the creation of the ribbon as a result of her failure. After giving it some thought, she came to the conclusion that the best way to repurpose it would be to put it around the dog¡¯s neck. The bright pink ribbon, which was embroidered with dainty floral motifs, was the ideal accessory to go with the snow-white fur that Margrethe wore. Odette felt a sense of relief as she looked at Margrethe, who was now wearing the ribbon, and realized that she had found a family in this opulent mansion. In a situation like this, expanding the family would not be the best idea, but it certainly wouldn¡¯t be impossible to manage even one of these itty-bitty puppies. She had made a decision, and it was now up to her to put out some effort. Once she had fashioned the ribbon to perfection, Odette planted a gentle kiss on the tip of Margrethe¡¯s panting nose, a gesture she often reserved for the pampered Tira. As she looked at the happy-go-lucky pup, it occurred to her that they shared a similar cheerful disposition. Carrying the now yawning Margrethe in her arms, Odette made her way to the window. In the warm sunlight, she noticed a frilled cushion and a willow basket adorned with lace. It was a cot that she had crafted with her own hands. Odette walked to her desk after putting Margrethe down, who had already started to nod off, and began the tasks she needed to complete for the day. She ended her assessment of the catalogue of guest furnishings that the decorator had mailed to her after she had finished responding to the letters and invitations that were addressed to Mrs. Klauswitz. The ultimate selection was a true reflection of Sandrine¡¯s refined taste, as she was to be the true mistress of the mansion. Every ornament, including the artworks, had been chosen according to the same high standards. It was at this moment, as the final letter was being sealed, that a maid arrived. ¡°Master informed me that he plans to head back home after attending a party hosted by the corporation. An employee of the facility called earlier.¡± Dora frantically tacked on a message as she hurriedly turned around with the mail that needed to be dispatched. ¡°Thank you very much for informing me, Dora. Then, put together a straightforward dinner.¡± Odette asked for something with a gentle smile on her face. The maid¡¯s lips, which had previously been rigid, curved into an arc as well. ¡°Yes, madam. I will keep you informed.¡± Dora walked out of the study with a smile on her face after offering a kind greeting. On her way out, she took one last look at the contentedly sleeping puppy. Odette took a seat and turned her attention to the window on the other side of the room. She watched as the sea, which was an increasingly deep aqua color, shimmered and sparkled in the stillness. It felt like time passed in a flash, and before she realized it, fall had arrived. This marked the end of yet another season that had passed since the wedding. It was only a matter of time before summer arrived, what with the recent snowfall and the blossoming of flowers, but at this rate, another year would have passed, bringing an end to her marriage. Grasping the enormity of the situation, Odette was aware that it was time to begin making plans for her life once the contract had expired. Having reached a decision, Odette swiftly unfurled a blank sheet of paper on the desk and grabbed hold of a pen. Her first order of business was to jot down the names of her beloved family members, Tira and Margrethe, whom she would be responsible for. Though Odette had envisioned a quiet life in a small town, she was willing to compromise if it meant satisfying Tira¡¯s preferences. After all, the idea of starting afresh on a new continent where no one knew them didn¡¯t seem all that bad. The next item on the list was finding a suitable house for their new life. To her surprise, the problem that had been eating away at her for years turned out to have the simplest solution. Bastian¡¯s promised financial support was enough to secure a small house for their family. However, living expenses were still a concern, so Odette straightened her pen and jotted down the next task on her list ¨C finding a source of income. She considered tutoring as a possibility and added a small note next to it, recalling the time when she had seriously considered this job in the past. While there would be interest income from the deposited money, Odette knew it would be unwise to rely solely on that. She considered teaching piano lessons as a potential source of income if she could regain her former skills. However, she knew she would need to approach it with a much more serious mindset than she had currently. With these thoughts in mind, Odette took her time to carefully prepare a budget and a plan of action for various scenarios. Odette felt a sense of relief knowing that she could finally live a peaceful life with her family. She wondered if they could afford to buy a piano for their new home. As she was about to set down her pen, she noticed her wedding ring and realized that at least this one belonged to her. Sandrine wouldn¡¯t want Bastian¡¯s ex-wife¡¯s ring, right? Staring at the platinum and diamond ring, Odette jotted down a quick note in the corner of her plan. ¡°One piano for the new house,¡± she wrote. All that was left was to practice, practice diligently to regain her piano skills. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The study was devoid of Odette¡¯s presence. Bastian ambled across the room, basking in the bright autumnal light that flooded in through the open windows. He propped himself against the windowsill, eagerly anticipating his wife¡¯s arrival. However, after several minutes elapsed, the silence continued to pervade the room. Bastian then realized that he hadn¡¯t even noticed the frilled cushion or willow basket for Odette¡¯s cherished dog. Odette was gone. Bastian sat up straight, having come to a decision. Was this the price he had to pay for not being the center of attention at the party and returning home early? He let out a disappointed laugh, sighing deeply. It was the day when the Berg Railways King dethroned the previous ruler. Bastian eventually won the right to build an inland railway that would connect the south and north. This outcome was expected, but his father couldn¡¯t accept the defeat easily. Witnessing his father¡¯s loud screams at the presentation venue, it was clear that the loss was a huge shock to him, causing him to forget the dignity of Klauswitz, a man who treated everything as if it were his life. It was regrettable. Jeff Klauswitz had not lost his tenacity to recover from the loss. Fortunately, it appeared that Bastian¡¯s father was taking the bait that Bastian had carefully laid out, so it was time to begin the next phase. Although it would be ideal if his father sold his shipping stock, investments in steel and shipbuilding were also acceptable. I hope you can secure the investment capital for your new business at the earliest, Bastian sincerely wished his father who was nearly cursing. The company was probably hosting a big celebratory event by now, but Bastian had decided not to attend after leaving the presentation room. As he gazed up at the crisp autumn sky, one of the executives mentioned that it was a good hunting season, which made him think of Odette and the pitiful weapon she had carried. As he imagined Odette¡¯s past, walking the streets at night with only an old pocket knife for protection, he couldn¡¯t help but laugh. It seemed even more ridiculous when he considered the small town she had grown up in. Nonetheless, it was fortunate that she had been able to defend herself so effectively. Bastian had already politely declined the invitation by the time he reached the thought of taking a break, and his request for understanding was met without objection. This understanding was a welcome gesture, much like a walkway in the garden or in front of the piano in the solarium, gifted by a father who had previously been driven to a violent rampage against his own son. As Bastian moved forward, he recalled where Odette might be at that particular time. However, something caught his attention as he walked past the desk. Unorganized papers and pens were scattered in a way that was unusual for the normally organized Odette, which piqued Bastian¡¯s interest and drew him closer to investigate. At the top of one of the papers, amidst various scribbles, he noticed a grandiose title written in large letters: ¡°New Beginning.¡± Bastian took a seat on the edge of the desk and opened the paper. As he examined the plans, he realized that his perception of Odette being only cute and unorganized needed to be revised. The plans were intricately detailed, clear, and remarkably realistic. They depicted either the periphery of the empire or a new continent, both of which were fascinating prospects. After her marriage ended in divorce, Odette decided to go in two distinct routes with the rest of her life. There was no trace of Bastian¡¯s name wherever to be located. It was about the compensation that was overdue to be paid if he had to search for even the slightest trace of him. Bastian abruptly moved his attention to the number that was located next to it and then burst out laughing. Compensation. The numbers that were written side by side looked even sloppier due to the tidy handwriting that had been written with strength. The true greed that was concealed made the calligraphy look stronger. It appeared as though she had computed the amount of money she would receive as a result of the transaction; nevertheless, she had included a downward arrow to show that she was unsure of the amount. It seems as though she believed that this was the utmost sum that could be paid in alimony. ¡°The price is much lower than it appears to be.¡± With a wry smirk on his face, Bastian replaced the paper in its original position. Odette was completely emotionally detached from her marriage at this point. Bastian experienced some dissatisfaction after seeing it with his own eyes for the first time. It was he who made the statement to her that she was merely his employee. It appeared as though Odette, who was obediently following that order, was behaving in such a disobedient manner because her dreams were too insignificant. Mrs. Klauswitz, who was no more than a tutor in her capacity. Bastian found it difficult to comprehend the woman¡¯s excessive and boastful pride, particularly her eagerness to take care of her step-sister, who seemed more like a burden than a family member, as well as the stray dog she had recently adopted. However, in some ways, Bastian felt that Odette and his grandfather, had he still been alive, would have gotten along well. Despite this, he believed that his grandfather¡¯s old-fashioned values would have left him aghast at Odette¡¯s heartless determination to sell even her wedding ring, leaving him trailing behind. This train of thought led Bastian to the piano in the solarium. Bastian, who was convinced that he knew where Odette was, hurriedly exited the cramped room. After winding his way through a lengthy corridor and turning a corner, he finally located the source of the piano¡¯s muffled sound. Bastian started to take strides forward once he picked up on the rhythm of that ambition. CH 64 The resonance of the final note was met with an outpouring of applause. Odette was startled by the sound and immediately turned her head in the other direction from where she had just come. Bastian was clapping his hands while resting against the entryway of the room. ¡°Bastian?¡± As quickly as she could, Odette jumped to her feet in front of the piano. Bastian put an end to his applauding and proceeded to make his way slowly across the solarium. ¡°It was a wonderful performance, and I meant every word, madam.¡± Bastian, who was standing with his hands clasped behind his back, bent his head respectfully. In contrast to that elegant move, the look in his eyes revealed a perverted sense of playfulness. ¡°¡­ Thank you.¡± Odette, who was aware that he was being teased, began by greeting him in the proper manner. Her friendly, wifely smile with which she greeted her husband was also present. ¡°There had to have been a misunderstanding of the news. I¡¯ve heard that you won¡¯t be able to avoid arriving late at your house.¡± ¡°The work was finished much more quickly than was anticipated.¡± Bastian said. The response he provided was delivered in a monotone. Soon after, his gaze returned to Odette after passing over the piano. ¡°ah¡­ ¡­I see. Okay, that settles it.¡± Odette did what was only natural and turned around, concealing the music sheet that was laid out on the music stand. It was a book of exercises designed to help one improve their performing technique. While Odette was being spanked by her mother, she was able to memorize the book completely; nevertheless, because she hadn¡¯t played in such a long time, her hands became stiff. Now, she was struggling to keep up with the material at the intermediate level, especially in the last exercise that Bastian praised, where she made a lot of mistakes. Regardless of how poor Bastian¡¯s musical taste was, he was not someone who could sincerely appreciate such a performance. He was a gentleman and anyone could agree on that, who was always courteous, even when he was being the most inconsiderate. ¡°Please forgive my rudeness in not greeting you earlier, as I wasn¡¯t aware of your presence. In the future, please do let me know beforehand,¡± said Odette apologetically to Bastian, who smiled kindly and graciously accepted his apology. Bastian gazed down at Odette¡¯s face, and a slight smirk formed at the corners of his lips, ¡°Let you know?¡± His response indicated his reluctance to comply. However, Odette¡¯s smile remained cool and impassive, like an unyielding wall. Bastian had come to the realization that Odette had not truly opened up to him, but had simply altered the way in which she expressed her caution and reluctance towards him. Despite dedicating herself to his wife¡¯s work, Odette remained a polite yet distant stranger to him. Bastian accepted this fact without any hesitation and drew a more definitive conclusion from it. With a sense of wonder, Bastian realized that Odette was a woman who could show affection without truly having a heart. This revelation left him with the understanding that there was no logical reason for him to try to win her over emotionally. Despite this realization, Bastian still felt a strong attraction towards her, which he acknowledged with a sense of longing. As he faced this desire that remained after the initial confusion had dissipated, Bastian hoped that Odette would remain the same as she had been yesterday, in his present reality. Bastian longed for Odette to remain by his side just like she had been yesterday, when their relationship had been filled with sweet lies and everything had felt perfect. He wished for their present to be just like that. As he slowly tilted his head to meet her gaze, he couldn¡¯t help but feel a sense of embarrassment. However, Odette didn¡¯t look away, her stunning turquoise eyes fixed on him, yet seemingly devoid of any emotional attachment. And yet, despite this, Bastian found her gaze to be beautiful enough, even without her heart. ¡°Let¡¯s go, Odette.¡± Bastian straightened his neck and commanded Odette to get ready.,However, when he caught sight of the dress she was wearing, decorated with rich lace and frills, he narrowed his eyes and expressed his concern, ¡°I think that outfit would be a bit difficult.¡± ¡°Tell me what is going on¡­¡± Odette asked. But Bastian didn¡¯t waste any time in explaining and demanded without hesitation, ¡°Change into comfortable clothes. Riding clothes would be enough.¡± Bastian felt a rush of excitement as he realized that he had complete control over the marriage, regardless of Odette¡¯s feelings or thoughts. He reveled in the power that came with that knowledge, and suddenly the relationship felt weightless and streamlined. The thought that he held all the cards made him feel alive and invigorated. Everything was just as it should be. In a strange way, Bastian found solace in the fact that Odette was indifferent. If he couldn¡¯t win her over, he couldn¡¯t lose her either. To him, she was just a figure on a contract. It was a life that Bastian had grown accustomed to, one where everything was quantified and calculated. The more straightforward the other person¡¯s requests, the smoother the relationship flowed. If it was within his means to fulfill those requests and there was something to be gained in return, then he simply had to fulfill them. By viewing each day through this clear and simple calculation, eventually he would be confronted with the outcome that time brings. ¡°I¡¯m sure you don¡¯t plan to bring that dog along,¡± Bastian said, his gaze half-turned. But then his attention was drawn to Odette¡¯s feet as the dog approached and looked up at him with bold eyes, just like its owner. ¡°Her name is Margrethe.¡± Odette introduced the dog she had picked up as if she were a lady debuting in society. Bastian couldn¡¯t help but chuckle when he heard the dog¡¯s grandiose name. Although the dog¡¯s appearance had improved from when it was first found, the uneven haircut gave it a scruffy look. And to top it off, the lace ribbon around its neck made the dog appear even more ridiculous. ¡°You may refer to her as Meg.¡± Odette, who had a soft spot in her heart for the puppy, proposed an alternate. ¡°Odette, please put the dog away.¡± That was the only response that Bastian was able to provide. As he turned around, the dog began to bark from behind him. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* In an instant, a shooting range was set up at the border of the garden and the beach, with a bale of hay serving as the target. As Odette gazed at it in amazement, servants moved the target to the spot designated by Bastian, and then brought out an assortment of firearms ¨C pistols, shotguns, and rifles ¨C in various shapes and sizes, filling up the large outdoor table with a burst of color. ¡°Master, do you also need the guns that are in the warehouse?¡± When it appeared that there were no more spaces available, Lovis shocked everyone by asking an unexpected question. ¡°I believe that is all there will be time for. I appreciate all of your hard work. ¡°After turning down the offer of assistance from the servants, Bastian walked up to the table and examined the weapons that were being displayed there. Even his casual attire of tennis shorts and a tennis jumper were not enough to lighten his normally stern demeanor. ¡°Have you ever tried shooting before?¡± Bastian set down the rifle he had been inspecting and calmly asked. His eyes still flickering over the gleaming gun barrels. ¡°No, I don¡¯t think I¡¯ll ever have the chance to use a gun in the future.¡± Odette responded with a tactful refusal. Picking up two small rifles, Bastian stood up and let out a sorrowful smile, ¡°What? I think you¡¯re mistaken.¡± ¡°Why I have to shoot?¡± ¡°It¡¯s perfect weather for shooting. We may not have another opportunity like this anytime soon.¡± He then gestured for Odette to come closer, holding a gun in both hands and tilting his chin. Odette had to repeat a calming mantra to herself several times before she could rein in the hot emotions that had risen up to the tip of her throat. Bastian was always opinionated, but today he had gone too far. Odette couldn¡¯t even begin to guess what his intentions were, and so she resolved to keep her guard up and avoid any unnecessary clashes. ¡°Let¡¯s just steer clear of each other,¡± she muttered to herself. Odette reluctantly complied with Bastian¡¯s request, even though she found it to be unreasonable. However, she knew that she needed to complete this transaction if she wanted to receive the new life that Bastian had promised her. As she approached him, Bastian measured her height against the length of the barrel and selected a rifle with a walnut stock adorned with intricate gold work. ¡°It is possible that it is out of date, but it will be ideal for practice. Listen.¡± Bastian, having deftly loaded his bullets, turned back and faced his adversary. He handed the revolver that he was holding out to Odette. ¡°Is it heavy?¡± ¡°A little bit heavy.¡± ¡°Better.¡± After receiving a nod, Bastian moved to stand next to Odette while holding the handgun. Bastian went over the anatomy of the weapon, naming each component and walking through the steps of firing it. He did not exhibit any hint of frustration even when Odette, who did not comprehend completely, asked the same question multiple times. The voice of Bastian, who patiently instructed her over and over again, was as tranquil as the sea, which did not have any waves today. Bastian beckoned to Odette to pay attention,, ¡°Observe carefully. While a gun may not guarantee protection in all situations, it¡¯s still a more dependable choice than a pocket knife.¡± He then picked up a gun and positioned himself in front of the target. Odette¡¯s lackluster gaze suddenly widened, ¡°Could it be that¡­this is all because of that?¡± The memory of the rainy night when they buried the deceased mother dog and Bastian¡¯s amusement at the sight of a dropped bag and pocket knife began to make sense, fitting together like a puzzle. ¡°Did you remember?¡± Odette asked back in disbelief. Bastian gave the target another look while he arched his eyebrow ever-so-slightly but remained silent. Why? The stillness that had been present in Odette¡¯s eyes gave way to a trembling appearance. It wasn¡¯t until around the time that she started moving around towns on the outskirts in search of a cheap leased property that she came into possession of the knife. The communities on the outskirts had weak security. Odette was still a child, but she had some understanding of the meaning behind the nasty jokes and the look in the eyes of the bad lads. In the worst case scenario, what type of danger would she face in the future? The day that Odette found a pocket knife that had been stashed away at the back of a drawer was the same day that she had the epiphany that her hapless father, who drank every day, would never be able to safeguard her or her sister, Tira. It was more like an amulet harboring a ferocious will than it was a weapon that could be used in the real world. At the precise moment when she was beginning to get a little frustrated about the fact that the only person who recognized it was that man, Bastian levelled his rifle. The well-balanced posture, the way the pistol is held, and even the way the look is directed are all important aspects. It was just how he had described it. The moment she realized that that man was a capable soldier, a gunshot rang out. Odette let out a small scream involuntarily and took a step back from him. Bang! Bastian¡¯s bullet went right through the center of the target. Bastian approached with a light smile, holding out his gun, ¡°Take it. Now it¡¯s your turn.¡± ¡°You shoot very well.¡± Odette, feeling a bit embarrassed, awkwardly complimented him. Bastian smiled again and proceeded to correct Odette¡¯s posture as she accepted the rifle, ¡°Spread your feet a little more. Keep your back up and make sure your shoulders are down.¡± ¡°Like this?¡± Odette attempted to adjust her posture. ¡°No, not like that, Odette.¡± However, Bastian wasn¡¯t satisfied and let out a soft sigh as he observed Odette¡¯s awkward stance, which resembled that of a broken soldier¡¯s doll. ¡°Scared?¡± ¡°Not at all.¡± Odette confidently replied, but her stiff body and trembling fingertips betrayed her true emotions, making it apparent that she wasn¡¯t very effective at lying. Realizing that giving more advice was pointless, Bastian walked towards her from behind. As he pressed his chest against her back, their arms and legs were aligned in one straight line. Together, they formed two overlapping shadows of different sizes, holding a gun in unison. ¡°Look ahead.¡± Bastian gave a quiet order to Odette, who kept looking back. He then instructed her to raise her head. As he lifted her chin, his hand wrapped around Odette¡¯s cold hand, which was holding the gun barrel. ¡°Inhale slowly, and now exhale.¡± Bastian slowed his breathing and suggested a suitable pace. Eventually, he synchronized his breathing, and Odette¡¯s tension had eased considerably by the time he did so. Bastian pointed the gun and aimed it at the target, ¡°Are you ready?¡± ¡°Perhaps.¡± Her voice no longer trembled as she replied.¡±¡­. By the way, Bastian.¡± Once the preparations were complete, Odette urgently called out his name., ¡°Is there anything else I need to know?¡± Bastian noticed Odette¡¯s hand was slightly out of shape and corrected it. He then gazed at the target in the sunlight with narrowed eyes, ¡°Well, don¡¯t close your eyes.¡± Their fingers, which held the trigger together, were filled with strength. ¡°Perfect! Exactly!¡± BANG! As they followed the final advice, gunshots echoed in the air, marking the first gunfire of Odette¡¯s life. CH 65 ¡®I won¡¯t die alone like this.¡¯ Duke Dyssen concluded his lengthy letter with a resolute conviction, steeling his heart which had briefly faltered. This final missive was written with an unwavering rationality, surpassing all previous attempts. As he set aside the capped pen, Duke Dyssen shifted his gaze towards the vista beyond the window. The once lush and verdant forest had transformed into a dazzling array of autumnal hues, awash with shades of crimson and scarlet. On a vibrant spring day, when the flowers were in full bloom, he arrived at the hospital and remained incarcerated for three successive seasons. ¡°You¡¯re free to languish in this hospital room like a lifeless body until your dying breath,¡± Duke Dyssen snarled, before summoning his caretaker with a sharp jingle of the bell. Despite granting Odette ample time and opportunity, all that returned was a deafening silence, prompting him to relinquish his paternal role. For it was Odette who had severed the bond between parent and child. At the thought of the immense riches possessed by the despicable man who had taken Odette, Duke Dyssen felt a searing inferno erupt from the depths of his being. To think that even with such vast wealth at his disposal, he had the audacity to believe that paying a mere hospital bill would absolve him of his heinous crime¡­ it was an unfathomable outrage. ¡°Duke, you summoned me?¡± the caretaker¡¯s voice roused Duke Dyssen from his furious reverie. He was about to lose patience when the carer showed up. Duke Dyssen, who had just developed a serious case of laziness, scowled and tossed the weighty letter over the edge of the bed. ¡°Send this letter as soon as you can, please.¡± Duke Dyssen issued a pressing command, sinking back into the plush pillow that supported his aching back. Despite the impossibility of fully healing his ailing body, he was determined to secure better treatment for himself. By setting forth explicit demands and the dire consequences that would ensue if they were disregarded, he was certain that Odette would not dare to ignore his letter. His first course of action would be to ensure that Tira, the girl who was no different from a murderer, was apprehended and imprisoned. As he stilled his mind with breathtaking imagery, the hesitant caregiver gingerly retrieved the letter. The caregiver examined the envelope and spoke softly, ¡°This appears to be a letter addressed to your daughter. Is she the one who married into the Klauswitz family?¡± Duke Dyssen bellowed at the caregiver for overstepping their bounds, admonishing them to follow his instructions without question. The woman pursed her lips, took hold of the letter, and exited the room. With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, Duke Dyssen gazed up at the clear blue sky. I just need to get out of here. The townhouse he had spotted earlier that day held promise as a suitable abode, provided there were sufficient servants to attend to his needs. Despite Odette¡¯s treacherous betrayal, he still held a faint hope for her ¨C after all, she was a remnant of the foolish love he had once felt, the greatest jewel of his life. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* As each shot was fired, the bullet mark gradually edged closer to the center of the target. Odette beamed with delight, turning to face Bastian who was standing behind her. ¡°I¡¯m doing much better this time,¡± she exclaimed with a flushed face, her expression radiating with happiness. Rather than telling them that it was time to wrap up their practice, Bastian offered a polite smile. As they continued to shoot, the western sky began to shift into a reddish hue, signaling that it was time to end their session. ¡°Take some rest,¡± Bastian ordered curtly before turning to attend to his own tasks. He carefully set down the pistol on the table and picked up his rifle, loading it with practiced ease. As he worked, a new target was swapped out to replace the honeycombed one from their previous rounds. After experimenting with various firearms, it appeared that the rifle was the most suitable one for Odette¡¯s skills. While it wouldn¡¯t be fair to say that she lacked talent, she could improve significantly with more training to strengthen the necessary shooting muscles. Bastian, who had finished reloading his rifle, stood in front of the target again. Odette, who was sitting in a chair and rubbing her aching arm, hurried back to her husband. Bastian approached her from behind and turned over his rifle before adjusting her posture as before. He squeezed his massive, muscular body against hers, and she was overcome by a sense of hopeless strain. ¡°You have a talent for teaching, just as well as your shooting skills,¡± Odette said to Bastian. Her heart was racing, and she tried to ease the tension with an awkward compliment. She realized too late that it might have been silly, but thankfully, Bastian laughed and saved her from further embarrassment. ¡°I¡¯m delighted.¡± Her ear was touched by Bastian¡¯s quiet whisper. The scent of the man standing behind her became more discernible as the nighttime wind grew chillier. By focusing on her shot, Odette was able to block out her distractions. As instructed, she took her position, pointed her gun, and released the trigger. She recalled to keep her eyes open till the very end. After inspecting the target, Bastian gave instructions, ¡°Just a bit more to the left, please.¡± As he spoke, Odette adjusted her posture and nodded. ¡°By the way, Bastian, why did you choose the Navy?¡± Odette caught her breath before asking Bastian a question. Bastian lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Odette in his arms. ¡°Well, I¡¯ve seen comments about you fighting like an army. You¡¯re also considered the best polo player and have excellent shooting skills, so I think you would have done well in the army. Do you have a particular reason for choosing the Navy?¡± ¡°Ah. That.¡± Bastian chuckled like it was no big deal. Conservatives in the Admiralty who opposed the shipboard hand-to-hand fighting at the Battle of Trosa advanced that line of reasoning. The naval way of fighting was not hand-to-hand with knives and guns. The absurd argument would typically come to a sarcastic conclusion with the statement, ¡°If that¡¯s the case, why didn¡¯t you join the army?¡± It was an aristocratic curse that suggested they were well aware of the real reason he joined the navy. It didn¡¯t really matter if he was the grandchild of a junk trader or not; his grandfather, who felt bad about passing the label, chose to become an officer for him. He only became a navy officer because it was simpler to advance in life in this way. A commander without a title at the time did not sit well with the aristocratic and traditional army. He was able to advance to a position where he could reassure his grandfather because to the relatively open nature of the navy. Choosing the bigger fish was a must. It didn¡¯t matter who were willing to do the hard work anyway. The opinions of the aristocrats, who saw pragmatic choices as dishonorable, didn¡¯t matter. Bastian¡¯s idea of honor was not the same as theirs. He believed that fighting valiantly in a naval battle and being laid to rest with his battleships was worthy of respect, but he had yet to witness such a precedent. ¡°Bastian?¡± Odette¡¯s voice broke the silence. Bastian, lost in his thoughts, looked at her with innocent curiosity. ¡°I liked the clothes,¡± he answered with a silly remark. The peaceful moment had been long-awaited, and perhaps a bland joke was worth more than an unnecessary truth. ¡°Clothes?¡± Odette frowned and asked, puzzled. Bastian responded nonchalantly, pointing at the target with his gaze. ¡°I just prefer the navy uniform,¡± he said. Odette, who had been looking at him with a blank expression, chuckled softly and turned her head. ¡°I agree. The navy uniform suits you much better,¡± she said, and her gentle laughter resonated through his body. It didn¡¯t take long for Bastian to join in and laugh along with her, feeling the ripples of joy spreading through his heart. As the laughter died down, the sunset¡¯s glow intensified. Bastian resumed his role as the skilled instructor when Odette readied her gun again after regaining her composure. Three shots were fired in quick succession. Odette had now mastered handling the gun¡¯s recoil without Bastian¡¯s assistance. Her previously unstable firing posture was also almost entirely corrected. Bastian released his grip on Odette, and without needing to say anything more, she understood the message. Bastian stepped back a few paces and lit a cigarette, while Odette caught her breath and meticulously readied herself for the next round of shooting. Her form-fitting riding clothes accentuated her svelte figure. As Bastian took a drag from his cigarette, Odette fired off her shots, one after another, without shutting her eyes. Bastian followed suit, keeping his gaze open. Odette smiled broadly as she turned away from the target. The muzzle of the rifle still emitted a wispy trail of smoke after it had stopped firing. There was no need for any extra recognition. Odette beamed with satisfaction, knowing full well that she had done well. Bastian exhaled a cloud of smoke and cracked a grin. Bastian turned to face Odette, taking another deep breath of smoke as he looked at her. ¡°Have you ever thought about enlisting?¡± he asked. ¡°You¡¯re skilled with guns and can dig well. I believe you¡¯d be a valuable asset.¡± Odette put down her gun and joked with a smile, ¡°Will I be able to command a naval fleet?¡± Her fine hair fluttered softly in the direction of the wind, flowing along her forehead and neck. Bastian shrugged his shoulders and tossed the burning cigarette between his fingers into the ashtray, ¡°That¡¯s up to you.¡± Odette grasped his hand when he extended it to her. Slowly, Bastian made his way through the rosy garden. There were servants beginning to tidy up, and the sound of gently lapping waves could be heard in the distance. As soon as they entered the mansion, the butler delivered unexpected news. ¡°Countess Lenart is on the line. She mentioned that her father, Duke Laviere, left a message for you, sir. It¡¯s related to the railroad company, and she says it¡¯s important.¡± Lovis explained with impatience, which was unusual for him. Sandrine seemed to have done a good job with her performance. ¡°Go ahead.¡± said Odette. Bastian averted his calm glance from his devoted wife. ¡°Bastian. Countess Lenart is holding court.¡± Odette released Bastian¡¯s grip. Despite the obviousness of Sandrine¡¯s motivation, she grinned in knowing understanding. ¡°It¡¯s Dora! It works out perfectly. The topic of the dinner menu was just what I needed to bring up again.¡± Odette left Bastian without a sideways glance as the maid emerged in the west corridor. That expression belonged to a flawless hostess who had absolutely no reservations. Bastian was brought back to the present by Lovis¡¯s impatient voice, ¡°Okay, let¡¯s go.¡± Hastening his steps, he climbed the stairs, conscious of the time delay. His priority should be Sandrine, even over his wife Odette. CH 66 Maria Gross looked up in surprise. She quickly adjusted the fabric sample she had almost dropped, her knuckles turning white as she gripped it tightly. ¡°You have a dog?¡± she exclaimed. Odette smiled, ¡°Yes, Mrs. Gross. It¡¯s a cute little puppy. I¡¯ll be sure to show you next time you visit the mansion.¡± She then placed her teacup back on the saucer after taking a sip. Maria seemed surprised by the news, indicating that she had no prior knowledge of it. ¡°Can you believe it? Bastian Klauswitz has a dog!¡± Maria chuckled and leaned back on the sofa. She glanced around absentmindedly, only turning back to Odette after a moment of gathering her thoughts. The peaceful chatter and laughter of the other guests floated through the calm atmosphere of the boutique. Maria was left in awe of Bastian¡¯s excessive generosity towards his wife. She used to think that such a thing was impossible, but now she was convinced beyond doubt. This was further exemplified when he called Sabine boutique himself and requested a reservation, explaining that he wanted to purchase winter clothes for Odette. He even went as far as to mention that she was prone to feeling cold, and he wanted her to have a warm coat. Maria couldn¡¯t believe it; if Bastian hadn¡¯t called directly, she would have thought it was a scam orchestrated by someone pretending to be her nephew. As Maria gazed at Odette, a perplexed and worried expression crept onto her face, unable to conceal it. She had never thought that Bastian would fall for Odette¡¯s charms, and she couldn¡¯t believe it had happened. His unrestrained behavior was somewhat embarrassing to Maria. She was unaware of Odette¡¯s irresistible beauty, but Bastian¡¯s lack of restraint was unexpected. Just as Maria began to suspect that Bastian¡¯s behavior might be part of a plan, Sandrine arrived at the scene. Sandrine greeted the socialites in the guest parlor before inquiring about Maria Gross. After the clerk informed her that Maria was occupied with a guest, Sandrine proceeded to greet Maria and Odette with a warm and friendly smile, ¡°Hello, Mrs. Gross! I see Odette is also with you.¡± showing no signs of hostility towards Odette. With her lively greeting, Sandrine caught the attention of those around her, proudly displaying her camaraderie. To anyone unaware of the situation, their bond would appear genuine. Despite their dislike for her, they couldn¡¯t deny her usefulness as Bastian¡¯s wife, much like how Jeff Klauswitz¡¯s wife, Theodora, had proven to be valuable. ¡°I¡¯m prepared. Mrs. Gross.¡± The clerk, who had been observing the event, followed with caution. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll be Odette¡¯s companion.¡± Sandrine sat down next to Odette as though she had been waiting. ¡°Since our likes are so similar, we get along well. Odette, do we not?¡± Sandrine maintained her innocent smile, even as she pushed Odette¡¯s boundaries. Odette, who was still fixated on Sandrine, managed to muster a slight smile in response. It was a strange reaction for someone in her position, as if she were a prey facing a snake ready to strike. Was she too naive or simply indifferent? Like her husband, Odette was adept at concealing her true emotions, making her seem almost childlike in her naivety. ¡°I understand. Well, have a pleasant conversation,¡± Maria Gross said as she surrendered, caught between Bastian¡¯s two women. She felt a twinge of sympathy for Odette, but at this point, it was better for Sandrine to take charge, lest Bastian¡¯s carefully crafted plans be ruined by his fake wife, who clung to her only hopes. She also came to the conclusion that it would be best for Odette if she didn¡¯t realize that Bastian¡¯s favor was inappropriate. What would it signify even if it were love? No matter how sincere Bastian was, the outcome would remain the same. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°So, I heard Bastian is getting you some winter clothes. That¡¯s a hot topic among socialites these days, along with the new hat shop and the well-received opera.¡± Sandrine¡¯s enthusiastic chatter eventually revealed her ulterior motives. This time, Odette responded with a polite smile, as it seemed to be the most suitable approach based on her past experiences. Sandrine tended to dominate conversations and didn¡¯t place much value on the other person¡¯s input, particularly when talking to Odette. Sandrine, with a sharp eye, examined Odette¡¯s belly, ¡°Are you sure the dress doesn¡¯t need any size adjustments?¡± It was an obvious provocation. Sandrine frowned dramatically as Odette raised her gaze and looked at her. ¡°Oh, my god. You scared me,¡± she exclaimed. Then, she continued, ¡°I¡¯m concerned. It would be unfortunate if the clothes don¡¯t fit you properly. As you know, getting a reservation at Sabine is difficult, and after Bastian leaves, you might not be able to enjoy the same privileges. It would be a shame to lose them, wouldn¡¯t it?¡± Sandrine¡¯s soft voice was filled with joy. ¡°What do you mean by that?¡± Odette, lost in her thoughts, couldn¡¯t resist asking. She knew it was a trap to hurt her, but she couldn¡¯t ignore it. Sandrine, smiling contentedly, moved closer to Odette, ¡°Oh, you didn¡¯t know. Bastian has been given permission to go to the frontline.¡± Sandrine had learned about it through her cousin, Lucas. Although Bastian¡¯s application for service had not yet been received, it was as good as done. Sandrine had days when she struggled with not wanting to send him back to the battlefield, but not anymore. She was rather relieved the moment she found out. The most dangerous place for Bastian was right here, next to Odette. ¡°Bastian will go out again.¡± Sandrine revealed that Bastian would be leaving again, to which the other person responded with a conditional statement, ¡°Going out¡­? ¡°Once the naval festival is over, he¡¯ll return to the North Sea Fleet, where the Battle of Trosa took place on the overseas front,¡± Sandrine shared.¡± Sandrine shared. Odette paid close attention to her explanation, maintaining her usual expressionless face, although her eyes betrayed a slight tremble. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. Since Bastian had already talked to me about it, I assumed he had also informed you.¡± ¡°Ah, I understand now.¡± Odette remarked ¡°Bastian can be quite callous sometimes. He should have given you some time to prepare yourself, no matter how short it may be. By the time he returns from his overseas service, your contract will have ended, won¡¯t it? It won¡¯t be long before I take on the role of Bastian¡¯s wife.¡± Observing Odette¡¯s pallid countenance, Sandrine sipped her tea with a relieved demeanor. She resolved to take pleasure in life in moderation and deal with matters as they arose. Now that it had become apparent that Odette was a person of negligible significance, the time Sandrine spent fretting over her suddenly seemed futile. It was a trivial conclusion that left her feeling as though she had been punching the air all by herself. ¡°So, Odette, I kindly request that you finish it well and be a little more cautious.¡± Sandrine sprang to her feet when she saw Maria Gross leave the dressing room. It was time for her to wrap up her duties as Mrs. Klauswitz¡¯s companion. ¡°All right, let¡¯s go get lots of lovely clothes. It will be Bastian¡¯s final gift to you.¡± Sandrine moved around, releasing her gentle hold on Odette¡¯s shoulders. Sandrine didn¡¯t even spare a glance towards Odette until she left the dressing room to collect the finished dress. She no longer felt any obligation to do so. Bastian had proven that the fake wife¡¯s expiration date was imminent, and it was an undeniable truth. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Odette was nowhere to be found, and even her dog, who usually followed her everywhere, was missing. ¡°Dora.¡± Bastian closed the passageway behind him and called out to the head maid, Dora, seeking an explanation. She turned around in surprise from where she was tending to Odette¡¯s dress. ¡°Where is Madam?¡± Bastian asked Dora, who was tending to Odette¡¯s dress. ¡°She went to practice the piano,¡± Dora replied. ¡°She said she¡¯ll be late, so you can go to bed first.¡± ¡°Piano practice at this hour?¡± Bastian checked the time and adjusted his gown. It was already ten o¡¯clock according to the clock on the mantelpiece. Normally, Odette would be sewing or reading a book after getting ready for bed. ¡°I¡¯ll bring the madam right away¡­.¡± ¡°No. I¡¯ll go.¡± Bastian halted the head maid and left his wife¡¯s bedroom. He kept a steady pace until he reached the end of the corridor where the solarium was located, where his steps slowed down. The sound of the piano could be heard from the darkness beyond. It was a beautiful melody, far superior to the repetitive mechanical notes of previous practice sessions. It seemed that Odette was determined to become the best pianist in the empire, and her practice was paying off. Bastian moved in sync with the music, and when he gently pushed the door open, he saw Odette in her nightgown sitting at the piano. The solarium was illuminated with pale moonlight from the open curtains, and the only source of artificial light was a wall lamp near the piano. This was an unusual sight as Odette usually kept all the lights on due to her fear of the dark. Rather than entering the room, Bastian stepped back and listened to Odette play from behind the half-open door. Bastian, who had little knowledge of music, could still appreciate the beauty of the melody. He knew that Odette would stop playing if she sensed his presence, but he didn¡¯t want to interrupt the enchanting performance. He didn¡¯t want to spoil something so exquisite. He wished that the music would continue endlessly, even until the moon faded and the sun appeared on the horizon. It was an absurd and hopeless wish. As the melody, reminiscent of the moonlit sea, reached its end, Bastian¡¯s lips curved with a tinge of self-deprecation. Odette held down the keys even after the sound had faded away. Normally, after finishing a performance, she would pick up a pencil left on the music stand and eagerly jot something down. However, tonight was different. The silence between them was broken by Margrethe. The dog emerged from the partially open door, barking fiercely with a regal air, as if it were a wild animal. As Odette rose from the piano, Bastian stepped over the threshold, causing the frightened dog to scurry behind its owner for protection. ¡°Bastian,¡± came Odette¡¯s voice, echoing through the darkness, its tone as beautiful as a newly started musical performance. CH 67 Of all the people in the wide world, Bastian was indeed the strangest man. No matter how much she thought about it, that was the only conclusion Odette could draw. Bastian slowly approached the piano and stared at the music sheet in silence for a long stretch of time. His sharp gaze was so serious that suggested he carried a deep knowledge of music and melodies. ¡°I left you a message asking you to go to bed first. Did you not see it because you didn¡¯t run into Dora?¡± Odette broke the oppressive silence by speaking up. ¡°I saw the message,¡± Bastian replied without looking up from the sheet music. ¡°Then why didn¡¯t you follow it?¡± Odette asked, confused. Bastian¡¯s hand remained on the piano keys as he explained, ¡°I just couldn¡¯t sleep.¡± After playing the white keys, Bastian shifted his focus to the black keys. Finally, he turned his head to face Odette, revealing a slight smile on his lips. The situation was unexpected for Odette; instead of being reprimanded for disrupting Bastian¡¯s sleep routine, he seemed to be in an entirely different state of mind. ¡°I apologize,¡± Odette spoke up, feeling embarrassed. ¡°It took me longer than expected because I haven¡¯t practiced enough, but I didn¡¯t mean to cause you any inconvenience. I¡¯ll make sure it doesn¡¯t happen again next time.¡± Bastian raised his eyebrows slightly in response to Odette¡¯s apology before shifting his attention back to the sheet music. Bastian looked up from the keyboard and directed his gaze towards the sheet music, pointing at it with his hand. ¡°Can you tell me what this is?¡± he asked Odette. Odette inspected the music sheet and identified the symbol that Bastian was referring to. ¡°It¡¯s a trill,¡± she replied calmly, despite the question being somewhat obscure. ¡°A trill?¡± Bastian repeated, the term sounding unfamiliar to him. ¡°Yes, a trill,¡± confirmed Odette, taking a step closer to the sheet music and studying the name of the musical notation next to the small note. Bastian gazed down and observed Odette¡¯s profile as she stood beside him in front of the piano. ¡°Is that the sound of waves I hear?¡± he asked her. Odette looked at Bastian, her eyes widening in surprise. Soon, she smiled in admiration. ¡°Are you talking about this section?¡± she asked, placing her hands on the keyboard and playing a trill. The gentle, undulating melody stayed with Bastian long after it had ended. ¡°Trills are ornamental notes,¡± she explained. ¡°Ornamental?¡± ¡°Yes ornamental¡± repeated Odette, confirming Bastian¡¯s understanding. ¡°The piano¡¯s notes have a short duration,¡± she added, pressing a key to demonstrate. Despite striking it with force, the sound quickly faded away. ¡°But if you want to prolong a note, you can do this.¡± Odette played the trill again, rapidly hitting the key before, the key next to it, and the one after that. ¡°I embellish it with the surrounding notes to keep this note going,¡± she explained, before stepping back from the piano. ¡°Would you like to give it a try?¡± Bastian looked at Odette in surprise ¡°Me?¡± he asked in disbelief. Odette simply nodded calmly in response. Despite feeling bewildered, Bastian slowly lifted his hand to the keyboard and attempted to mimic her technique. However, the resulting sound was anything but calm and soothing ¨C it was more akin to a tumultuous and turbulent wave. As Bastian released the keyboard and burst out laughing, Odette responded with a formal round of applause. ¡°Actually, it¡¯s not bad at all,¡± she offered, skillfully fibbing. ¡°I¡¯d say it¡¯s on par with my shooting abilities.¡± Odette had a knack for delivering gentle rejections. Bastian¡¯s chuckles elicited a soft smile from Odette, and for a brief moment, they shared a comfortable gaze. However, their moment was abruptly interrupted by Margrethe¡¯s intrusion. Standing between them, Margrethe began growling at Bastian, causing the amazing atmosphere to dissipate. ¡°You can¡¯t do that, Margrethe,¡± scolded Odette, feeling embarrassed by the dog¡¯s behavior. But Margrethe remained steadfast, baring her teeth warily at Bastian. ¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± Odette apologized. ¡°I think it¡¯s because Meg is still afraid of you.¡± With a sense of urgency, Odette diffused the situation by quickly scooping up Margrethe. She refrained from voicing her hope that things would improve over time. After all, there was no real need for Margrethe and Bastian to develop a closer relationship, and realizing this helped to declutter her previously cluttered mind. As Odette pondered this, she wondered why Bastian had remained silent. Throughout the day, her thoughts had been consumed with questions about his upcoming overseas assignment. Time seemed to be slipping away all too quickly. After Margrethe calmed down, there was a sudden enveloping of profound silence. Fortunately, it didn¡¯t seem like the previous disturbance had an effect on Bastian very much at all. Odette, who was beginning to feel more relaxed, carefully set Margrethe down on the ground, and then began organizing the sheet music. Her eyes wandered across to the item that had caught Bastian¡¯s attention, but she didn¡¯t give it any thought after that momentary fixation. Trills had always appealed to Odette, particularly when she was young. Back then, she found the way they prolonged a beautiful moment to be quite charming. Looking back on it now, it seemed like such a naive impression to have. As she closed the piano lid, Odette turned to face Bastian. The day after their shooting lesson, he surprised her by gifting her with the rifle she had used for practice. Although she initially declined, Bastian was persistent. It was only later that Odette came to understand his insistence ¨C he knew she would need it. Maybe Bastian¡¯s final gesture was to offer her a sense of security, and if that was the case, Odette was immensely appreciative. She wished to hold onto that feeling and have a positive ending. This was also the last gift she wanted to present to the man who had bestowed upon her more kindness and regard than anyone else in the world. Odette broke into a soft smile as she took in the man who was absolutely unusual but still generous. ¡°The day is drawing to a close. Let¡¯s turn around and go back now.¡± *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The letter arrived slightly after midday, just as the sun was casting its bright rays over the Ardenne¡¯s Bay. But inside the hostess¡¯s bedroom, the thick curtains were drawn tightly, casting the room into darkness. In that dimly lit, cave-like space where time seemed to stand still, Theodora Klauswitz lounged in a chair, idly swirling her glass. In her other hand, she held a half-burnt pipe. ¡°Madam!¡± Susan exclaimed, letting out a sigh as she urgently addressed her mistress. Theodora slowly turned her head to look at her maid, but her unfocused gaze gave away that she was already quite drunk. Ever since it was revealed that Bastian Klauswitz had revoked her husband¡¯s right to build railroads, scenes like this had been unfolding on a daily basis. The servants felt as though they were walking on thin ice each day. ¡°Madam, Duke Dyssen has sent you a letter,¡± Susan stated, getting straight to the point. She had received a visit from her sister, who was the Duke¡¯s caretaker and wished to inform her of his recent activities. Susan had expected her sister to prattle on about trivial matters, but this time the news seemed significant as it came in the form of a letter that could prove useful. ¡°A letter?¡± Theodora sat up straight in her long chair and eagerly reached for the envelope. She carelessly tore it open and tossed it aside next to her empty wine glass. Impatiently standing guard by the side of the chair, Susan listened to the sound of papers rustling and prayed that there would be at least one useful piece of information contained within. Theodora Klauswitz was displeased with the sight of someone appearing helpless like a loser. Susan fervently hoped that her beloved friend, who was also her master and sister, would recover soon and be able to open the curtains wide. Despite having devoted herself to the man she loved and his family, Theodora felt that the outcome was a pitiful and futile one. Putting aside the letter she was reading, Theodora ordered ¡°turn off the music.¡± As Susan rushed to the opposite side of the bedroom and switched off the power, Theodora got up from her seat and pulled the curtains open. While putting on her partly removed dress, Theodora made her way to the window, holding the letter she had picked up from the table. Susan observed her quietly. As Theodora read the letter from the Duke of Dissen, her wrinkles seemed to deepen. Her countenance was now frightfully solemn, and there was no hint of a helpless drunkard about her. Eventually, Theodora looked away from the letter and fixed her bloodshot eyes on the mansion located across the sea. As she turned her head back, Theodora burst out laughing ¨C a triumphant laugh that Susan cherished. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Can I take a vacation this weekend?¡± When the meal was nearing its end, Odette posed an audacious question. Bastian looked up, holding his teacup loosely, while Odette sat elegantly, waiting for his response. ¡°A vacation?¡± Bastian repeated. ¡°Yes. If I don¡¯t have any prior engagements, I would love to take a few days off,¡± replied Odette. Bastian, questioning, asked ¡°Did I ever promise you a vacation?¡± Upon comprehending Bastian¡¯s implication, Odette¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°No, you didn¡¯t, but¡­ a regular employment contract should include vacation time.¡± Bastian laughed in amazement, ¡°It would, if I had signed a contract to employ a maid.¡± He noticed how his wife was becoming more skilled in the role of a servant with each passing day. This ability could prove beneficial for her success as a governess, rather than just a tutor. Odette nodded slightly, lost in thought,¡±I am aware that my contract is not like that.¡± She then offered a brief apology, saying, ¡°I¡¯m sorry if my request was challenging.¡± After her apology, Odette continued to eat her meal casually. Bastian was perplexed as to why she brought up the matter if it did not affect her in any way. Bastian tried to recall any clues that might offer an explanation. He remembered a particular morning that stood out from the rest. Bastian woke up at his usual time and left Odette¡¯s bedroom. He headed to his room to freshen up, shave and prepare for work. While he was getting ready, he heard a knock on the door. It was Odette, who he called the ¡°crappy astrologer.¡± As usual, she had done an egg fortune-telling that predicted a day of success and determination as strong as a mountain. Bastian was determined to discover Odette¡¯s genuine emotions. Bastian checked the time and without any delay, he addressed Odette, ¡°Tell me, Odette.¡± She was finishing up the remaining eggs and coffee when she looked up in surprise. Bastian, infused with a sense of authority, asked, ¡°Is there a problem?¡± His inquiry permeated the quiet morning light. CH 68 As the train from the capital pulled into Carlsbar Station, Tira jumped up from the bench. When the train¡¯s doors opened, the passengers flooded out, filling the once quiet platform with a crowd. Tira¡¯s school uniform skirt wrinkled as she eagerly made her way towards the train. After finishing her grooming, Tira made her way towards the train, struggling to squeeze through the crowd. Despite her best efforts to look like a neat and tidy model student since the early morning, she had been pushed and shoved around, leaving her looking disheveled. Suddenly, she heard someone call out, ¡°Tira!¡± As Tira¡¯s gaze wandered around, she suddenly heard a welcoming voice, but not before her carefully polished shoes had been marred by dust and footprints. Her attention was drawn to a nearby luxury car, which appeared to be relatively quiet amidst the surrounding bustle. ¡°Sister!¡± Tira¡¯s excitement was palpable as she searched the crowd for her sister Odette, causing her to dash through the throngs of people with fierce determination. Despite Odette¡¯s usual scolding gaze, Tira was not intimidated this time. She welcomed the chastisement from her older sister, knowing that it would feel good to be nagged by her. Most of all, Tira longed to hear Odette¡¯s voice, which she had missed so dearly. Exhibiting the poise and grace of a true lady, Tira approached her sister with a resolution in mind, only to be overcome by emotion as she forgot all about it and burst into tears, embracing Odette tightly. ¡°Don¡¯t act like a child, Tira¡± Despite her initial scolding tone, Odette¡¯s demeanor softened as she gave Tira¡¯s hand a reassuring squeeze. Againts the chilly delivery, Odette¡¯s gesture conveyed a deep sense of warmth and love. Tira sobbed into her sister¡¯s shoulder as she gave her the tightest hug she could muster. It wasn¡¯t until she felt a kind touch that stroked her spine that she realized what had happened. It had been almost four months since they had last seen each other, as they had said their goodbyes on the evening of the wedding. As tears streamed down her face, a smile of pure joy lit up Tira¡¯s features, I missed you! I missed you so much!¡± Gazing upon her beloved sister¡¯s face, Tira was filled with a sense of wonder and admiration, unable to contain her innocent admiration. ¡°You look like a real princess now. You¡¯re so pretty, sister,¡± she exclaimed, unable to hold back her awe. Odette appeared to be the epitome of elegance with a hat that had no brim and was embellished with pearl beads and ostrich feathers. The ladylike and refined body was highlighted by a blue outfit in the shape of a hat and a long string of pearls that hung from her neck. ¡°You can¡¯t imagine how happy I was when you arrived.¡± Tira¡¯s eyes shone with happiness. ¡°I think my heart conveyed my feelings well enough,¡± replied Odette, trying to temper her sister¡¯s excitement. Tira shook her head vigorously. ¡°No, it¡¯s not enough. I missed you so much that I wanted to jump over the dormitory fence just to see you.¡± ¡°Please calm down, Tira,¡± ¡°Seriously! If it weren¡¯t for your intimidating husband kicking me out, I would have made a run for Ardenne by now,¡± exclaimed Tira loudly, her face contorted with frustration. However, her expression quickly shifted to one of stunned surprise, as if realizing the full weight of what she had just said. A tall man went down to the platform below while murmuring some things that were left unfinished. The man came to Odette as though to exercise his right of course, and while he was there, he gave a few quick orders to the servants who came after him. ¡°Come on, Tira. Say hello,¡± urged Odette, using her gloved hands to gently wipe away Tira¡¯s tears. Stepping back, she gave her younger sister some space. Trying to compose herself, Tira hastily straightened her expression before bowing her head in greeting to the man standing beside her sister ¨C Bastian Klauswitz. It was he who had brought her to this place, and his intimidating presence still made her uneasy. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Odette wasted no time as she swiftly removed her hat and coat, carefully arranging them before making her way to the window. With deft movements, she pulled back the curtain, revealing a breathtaking view of the serene riverside landscape below. Stretching out before her lay the Schulter River, the lifeblood of the northern region of the Empire. Its waters shimmered with a piercingly cold, crystal-blue light, creating a stunning vista visible from the bedroom of the luxurious suite. ¡°It¡¯s a room with an amazing view,¡± remarked Odette in a tone that was more matter-of-fact than impressed. Without wasting any more time, she began to unpack her belongings. Meanwhile, Bastian settled back into a chair situated near the fireplace, watching the scene unfold before him. He observed as Odette deftly hung a wrinkled dress in the closet and arranged her belongings with the dexterity of a seasoned maid. After placing the cigarette case on the armrest, Bastian reached into the pocket of his jacket and removed the cigarette case. Soon after that, he located and grabbed the lighter, but he did not use it to light the cigarette. He had just finished watching her while holding a cigarette to his lips. Odette would frequently move about in the bedroom, and she would only turn towards Bastian once she had finished removing all of her belongings from the room. ¡°Once again, I apologize for Tira¡¯s rudeness. I¡¯m truly sorry, Bastian,¡± said Odette, after much hesitation. Bastian, who had been biting a cigarette, put it down and nodded in response. In truth, Tira Byller¡¯s behavior was of little concern to him. Although it was difficult to comprehend why Odette would be bothered by such a thing, he didn¡¯t mind keeping the decorum in check, at least to a certain extent. ¡°Thank you for understanding,¡± said Odette with a relieved smile, standing at a polite distance. In that moment, she appeared more like a secretary or a maid than a wife. ¡°Of course, I appreciate the consideration of allowing me to take a vacation to come see Tira. It means even more since it¡¯s been a long time since we¡¯ve been together,¡± Odette continued talking then added a belated greeting, seemingly managing to maintain her composure. She had to exert effort to keep the corners of her mouth up so as not to lose her smile. After hearing about the situation, Bastian granted Odette¡¯s request for a vacation. Odette was genuinely thrilled and grateful for the unexpected gift, even though it didn¡¯t feel like a typical vacation since she would be traveling with her employer. Bastian mentioned that they would be heading to Carlsbar at the perfect time, albeit with a slight frown. Initially, he had planned to send a company executive instead, but since things turned out this way, they could go together. Odette felt that it was not an ideal arrangement, but she had no choice but to accept it. ¡°Yes, Bastian,¡± Odette replied with a polite and even laughed with the demeanor of a competent wife the previous night. She thought it would have been better not to further complicate their already awkward cohabitation. ¡°That¡¯s very kind of you,¡± she added. However, she couldn¡¯t shake off the feeling of discomfort. ¡°It¡¯s almost twelve o¡¯clock already,¡± she informed Bastian, glancing at the clock. Despite being in the city for business, Bastian had no excuse to neglect his other duties. A promise made to businessmen from the North had left him with a tight and hectic two-day schedule, which made Odette doubt whether he could keep up with it. ¡°The car will be here in ten minutes,¡± Bastian announced as he stood up and strode across the room in broad steps. Odette felt embarrassed by his sudden presence but remained silent. Fortunately, Bastian stopped at the right spot, ¡°I¡¯ll be back before 7 o¡¯clock, so let¡¯s have dinner together, with your sister.¡± It was an unexpected offer from Bastian, who had just put on his jacket. ¡°No, I don¡¯t want to take your time. I¡¯ll take care of Tira myself.¡± Odette attempted to decline Bastian¡¯s invitation, however, Bastian reiterated his promise, ¡°Seven o¡¯clock. We¡¯ll go to the restaurant on the first floor of this hotel.¡± He spoke with a tone that suggested he did not wish to argue further. As he adjusted his tie, a wedding ring similar to Odette¡¯s glistened on his large hand. Odette was taken aback when she realized all of a sudden that this man was not only her boss but also carrying out the responsibilities of a husband. She showed that she was aware of the situation by nodding her head in agreement. From the perspective of the general public, it was a visit from a loving husband to the cherished sister of his wife. Bastian was responsible for a number of things, including having supper with Tira. ¡°Thank you. I¡¯ll make sure Tira doesn¡¯t make another mistake,¡± Odette said gratefully. ¡°I wish there was something more practical you could do,¡± Bastian replied, taking out a small card from his jacket pocket. Odette was surprised when he handed it to her. It was an invitation with the Herhardt family emblem. ¡°House of Herhardt invited us for lunch tomorrow. He wants a definite answer by phone,¡± Bastian informed her. ¡°Is the Herhardt family also part of your social circle?¡± Odette asked. ¡°Up until Matthias von Herhardt,¡± Bastian replied. Bastian adjusted his jacket and lifted his chin, exuding an air of discipline that would make anyone think he was a soldier. Even as a civilian, his military background was apparent. Odette was certain that anyone who saw him would immediately recognize him as an officer. Bastian¡¯s words caught Odette¡¯s attention, bringing her back to the present. She took a deep breath and carefully examined the elegant invitation in her hand. The contact information for a response was written in beautiful handwriting. ¡°Should I make the call?¡± Odette asked, seeking Bastian¡¯s opinion. ¡°That¡¯s your responsibility,¡± Bastian replied. ¡°What do you mean?¡± Odette asked, confused. ¡°It¡¯s considered impolite for someone of lower status to speak to someone of higher status first, isn¡¯t it?¡± Bastian responded, discussing the matter in a serious tone devoid of any respect or animosity towards hierarchy. Odette nodded softly. ¡°Oh¡­ yes. Not among friends.¡± Although a married woman should follow her husband¡¯s status, society still regarded one¡¯s family lineage as important. Odette wasn¡¯t sure if Dyssen¡¯s name carried enough weight, but Bastian was correct about etiquette. ¡°But Bastian,¡± Odette¡¯s eyes shook when she saw the name of the dowager Duchess at the end of the invitation. ¡°I think I should decline this. The dowager Duchess is a member of the Lovita royal family.¡± ¡°So what?¡± Bastian retorted ¡°My late mother¡­my mother was prince of Lovita¡¯s fianc¨¦ when she was the princess of Berg.¡± Odette confessed her mother¡¯s mistake as calmly as she could. Bastian took a moment to gather his thoughts before summarizing the situation briefly. ¡°The fianc¨¦ who was betrayed by your mother is a relative of Duchess Herhardt, is that what you mean?¡± ¡°Yes, In that case, Lady Norma might not be too pleased with me. Perhaps you should visit alone,¡± Odette suggested. Bastian shrugged nonchalantly. It was clear to him now why the noble Duchess had invited the Klauswitz couple. ¡°Well, I think she¡¯ll be rather pleased,¡± he said. ¡°Didn¡¯t she know what you just told me?¡± Odette hesitated for a moment before answering. ¡°No, I don¡¯t think so.¡± ¡°Well, there you have it,¡± Bastian replied. ¡°She invited you because she wanted to meet you.¡± ¡°Why?¡± Odette asked. ¡°Because it¡¯s a satisfying story for the Duchess,¡± Bastian replied. ¡°The daughter of the woman who betrayed her own family ended up marrying the grandson of a junk dealer and becoming a commoner. It¡¯s a refreshing ending, isn¡¯t it?¡± Odette stared at Bastian in silence, feeling insulted but suppressing her reaction as was her habit. ¡°It would bring the Duchess a great comfort and pleasure to witness it by herself.¡± Bastian said. ¡°Are you suggesting that I should be a tangible reminder of my mother¡¯s past mistakes and shortcomings for the Duchess¡¯s comfort and pleasure?¡± Odette asked incredulously. ¡°It¡¯s up to you to find any meaning in it. You just have to make a phone call to the Duke¡¯s family and enjoy a nice lunch at their mansion tomorrow. After all, the best aristocratic family in the empire wouldn¡¯t serve anything less than excellent food.¡± His expression and tone remained the same as when he discussed noble manners, revealing his class consciousness. Odette stared at her husband, feeling bewildered. She was reminded once again of who she had married, and it was clear why high society held such animosity towards Bastian Klauswitz. Odette couldn¡¯t condone a man who groveled for success like a dog. However, she understood that Bastian¡¯s unwillingness to rebel against the old order and authority didn¡¯t stem from envy. Perhaps he believed that one cannot truly understand something until they stand at the opposite end of it. The notion appeared to be absent from his mind. He was not aware, therefore he didn¡¯t have to form opinions on what was right or wrong. It wasn¡¯t obedience, it was just lack of consciousness. ¡°Do you truly believe it will benefit you?¡± Odette¡¯s gaze became firm. The offspring of a betrayed princess. A Duke¡¯s daughter with nothing but a name. A guilty being born with inherent sin. Odette felt liberated for the first time in her life as she looked into Bastian¡¯s indifferent gaze, which made her feel like the shackles that had been holding her down had lost their power. ¡°Suppose the answer is affirmative?¡± Bastian glanced at his watch and posed a brief question. It was 12:10, the scheduled time for the car he had arranged to send. ¡°In that case, I will proceed with it,¡± Odette replied promptly, without any hesitation. As Bastian gazed at Odette, a wide grin spread across his face, leaving a dazzling impression, like the brightness of noon sunlight. CH 69 After going around the bend, the carriage that belonged to the Herhardt family drew into the driveway that led to the mansion. The road certainly made an impression with its towering plane trees that flanked both sides. Odette observed the spectacle outside the window with apprehension and wonder as it unfolded. The route was embroidered with the sunlight¡¯s shadows as it passed through the spaces between the arches made by the meeting of branches. The entrance door, which was situated at the vanishing point, was equally as beautiful and splendid as the majesty of Herhardt. It¡¯s alright. Odette inhaled deeply, strengthening her resolve once more. The mother of Duke Herhardt, whom she had conversed with the previous day, had been amiable. Based on the passing reference to the imperial family, Bastian appeared to be correct in assuming that they were already aware. Nonetheless, even if they had opted to invite the daughter of Princess Helen, the objective would not have diverged greatly from his conjecture. With the biggest challenge now conquered, the only task that remained was to enjoy a delightful lunch. As Odette pondered over Bastian¡¯s guidance, even the slightest trace of doubt lingering in the recesses of her mind vanished into thin air. She chuckled softly, taken aback by how effortless it felt to recall her mother¡¯s name. As she shifted her attention away from the passing scenery outside the carriage, she couldn¡¯t help but notice how much brighter everything seemed. ¡®Bastian¡¯, suppressing the name that nearly escaped her lips out of habit, Odette shifted her gaze towards the man seated beside her. Bastian sat slouched in his seat with his eyes closed. Feeling reassured, Odette observed the sleeping Bastian with a sense of ease. His sharp eyes were softened by his unusually long eyelashes, and the contrast between his sharp, high nose and delicate lips was striking. Bastian Klauswitz was not only a handsome man but also a distinguished soldier and accomplished businessman. Regardless of the public¡¯s opinion, Odette did not view her decision to marry this man as a disgrace. It was difficult for her to empathize with the disdainful labels given to him by the nobility, who ridiculed his maternal grandfather¡¯s lineage. As Odette pondered these thoughts, Bastian abruptly opened his eyes, causing her to realize that he had been watching her all along, and right from the beginning. The realization dawned on her so suddenly that she didn¡¯t even have a moment to avert her gaze. Although the situation was rather awkward, Odette endeavored to maintain her composure, and Bastian appeared unruffled as well. Breaking the uncomfortable silence, Odette spoke up first. ¡°I believe your tie might be slightly askew,¡± she remarked, using it as a pretext to divert attention away from the uneasy atmosphere. ¡°Where?¡± Bastian inquired, furrowing his brow as he inspected his appearance. With a hint of anxiety that her falsehood might be exposed, Odette hastily retrieved Bastian¡¯s tie and straightened the knot that had been slightly askew. As she did so, the carriage approached the entrance to the Duke¡¯s estate. ¡°Done,¡± Odette exclaimed with a natural smile, withdrawing her hand from Bastian¡¯s tie. However, Bastian remained silent and did not respond. ¡°How are you feeling? Are you alright?¡± inquired Odette, masking her apprehension with a tone of genuine concern. ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± Bastian replied in a hushed voice, maintaining his prolonged and penetrating gaze at her until the carriage came to a stop. As the door to the carriage opened, Odette let out an uneasy smile and cast her eyes downward, grateful that she no longer had to struggle to find the right words to say. ¡°Are you prepared?¡± Bastian asked before alighting from the carriage and extending his hand towards Odette. With her mind cleared of any extraneous thoughts, she grasped his hand and took the first step towards what promised to be a delightful lunch. She walked with grace, carrying herself with an air of refinement befitting the title of Mrs. Klauswitz. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Norma von Herhardt, the Dowager Duchess of the Herhardt family, set down her glass and began to speak about her grandson. ¡°Matthias is an officer in the army, currently serving on the overseas front,¡± she disclosed, all the while keeping her gaze fixed on Odette. ¡°We had hoped that he would join the Imperial Guard, but he refused to yield. He is undoubtedly a Herhardt, stubbornness and all,¡± remarked Elysee von Herhardt, the Duke¡¯s mother, her face glowing with pride. She too, like the Dowager Duchess, kept her attention fixed solely on Odette, seemingly having forgotten Bastian¡¯s presence. It was a display of sophistication and refinement in their mannerisms. Bastian ate his meal with the demeanor of a courteous but unassuming bystander, as he had expected from the outset. Knowing that older and higher-ranking aristocrats could be rigid and uncompromising, he appreciated the gracious hospitality of the two ladies from the ducal family. At the end of the day, what mattered was that he had been invited as a guest of the Herhardt family. Despite knowing Matthias von Herhardt, without the recognition of the two ladies, Bastian felt only partially connected to the family¡¯s social circle. However, after today, that would change. An invitation bearing the signatures of the family ladies was like a key to the heart of high society. By accepting and reciprocating the invitation, a deal had been sealed, solidifying Bastian¡¯s place among the elite. Bastian was fully aware that both of the duke¡¯s wives were considering the same thing at the same time. Since they had all succeeded in accomplishing their individual objectives, the only thing left to do before heading back was to take some time off formally. ¡°It would be nice if he could come back for a vacation. I am worried about how well he¡¯s doing in that rough terrain.¡± Norma von Herhardt expressed her worry for her grandson serving in the Army overseas. As she spoke, her usual cool and elegant demeanor softened into that of a typical grandmother¡¯s concern. Bastian showed his sympathy with a gentle expression, acknowledging her worries. ¡°I¡¯m sure he¡¯s doing his best out there, but it¡¯s natural to worry about those we love.¡± Odette, taking on a maternal role, chimed in to offer comfort. I also heard that the situation on the overseas front is not too bad,¡± said Odette, smoothly redirecting the conversation. She turned to Bastian and asked, ¡°What do you think, Bastian?¡± Her innocent and curious expression caught the attention of the Herhardt family members seated around the table, who followed her gaze. Bastian gracefully placed his cutlery down and turned towards his attentive audience, wearing a subtle smile. ¡°The situation on the North Sea front is currently in Berg¡¯s favor. While there are occasional local battles, our troops are prevailing in ground battles, and Duke Herhardt is a skilled soldier. Therefore, I believe he is doing well,¡± he replied, diffusing the tense atmosphere with his composed answer. The Dowager Duchess of the Herhardt family observed him closely, nodding in agreement and displaying a kind smile. Odette¡¯s previous comment had not seemed to offend her. Odette frequently offered to assume the role of the mother bird, even after that incident. She would wait patiently and pounce quickly on suitable prey before carrying it away. During lunch, Bastian had intended to relax and leave, but Odette¡¯s topic of conversation, primarily focused on international affairs and war, disrupted his plans. As the topic of last spring¡¯s polo tournament was brought up, Odette¡¯s previously light-hearted expression turned serious once again. Bastian felt a wave of confusion as he observed his wife¡¯s sudden shift in demeanor. Odette had always been like a mother bird of prey, providing for those under her care, but now she seemed unwilling to open her beak for even the weakest of them. Bastian couldn¡¯t help but wonder if the sharp ladies of the duchy had also taken notice of Odette¡¯s change. In fact, the grandmother of the Herhardt family was watching Odette intently with an odd expression. When Bastian and her locked eyes, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, showing her admiration for the new bride¡¯s efforts to maintain a good relationship with her husband. Bastian briefly acknowledged her with a grateful glance. The Dowager Duchess, known as a distinguished figure among the nobility, held a special affection for Odette. Perhaps it was a generous sympathy for the daughter of an abandoned princess who had managed to gracefully transform her life, but the exact reason was insignificant. Odette proved to be a surprisingly valuable wife, despite her disadvantaged position and past struggles. It appeared that the power of her lineage had not completely vanished, even though she had experienced a period of hardship and uncertainty. As he pondered whether the emperor had burdened him with an inconvenient task, Norma Catharina von Herhardt spoke up. ¡°Captain Klauswitz must be feeling bored, sitting all alone without someone of his own age. If Matthias were here, he would have made a great companion.¡± Matthias¡¯s grandmother shifted her gaze towards Bastian, marking their first direct conversation since their initial greeting. Despite the curious onlookers fixating their attention on her, she remained utterly unconcerned and unperturbed. ¡°Matthias appeared to hold Captain Klauswitz in high regard. Given that you both share a background as soldiers and businessmen, it¡¯s likely that you have good communication between you. When I met you in person, I couldn¡¯t help but notice certain resemblances to the boy.¡± said Norma. ¡°You flatter me too much.¡± Bastian remarked. ¡°When Matthias returns, you should come for another visit, accompanied by your wife, of course,¡± Norma suggested, turning her attention to Odette. Her expression held a mix of pity and admiration. ¡°Well, now that it seems the meal has come to an end, shall we adjourn for some tea?¡± Norma, signaling the conclusion of the luncheon, silently communicated her instruction by fixing her gaze upon Bastian once more. Interpreting the unspoken message, Bastian rose discreetly and made his way towards the head of the table. Extending a courteous gesture to accompany her, the elderly lady gladly presented her hand. As they prepared to depart the lunchroom, Bastian cast a glance in Odette¡¯s direction. She resembled a contented mother bird, having nourished her fledglings to their heart¡¯s content. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°The food was exceptional, don¡¯t you think?¡± Bastian remarked. Odette, who had been observing the ducal residence receding in the distance, nodded in agreement. Her smiling countenance was as resplendent as the bouquet of roses cradled in her arms¡ªa farewell present from the ladies of the Herhardt family. ¡°If you enjoyed it that much, I could consider hiring the chef,¡± Bastian mused, reclining against the seat of the carriage as he playfully uttered whimsical words. ¡°What are you discussing?¡± Odette inquired, her forehead creasing as she tilted her head curiously. ¡°I was referring to the chef from the Herhardt family. She appears to possess remarkable culinary skills,¡± Bastian explained. ¡°Yes, but how would you manage that?¡± Odette responded, her expression indicating that she recognized the impracticality of the suggestion. Nevertheless, a faint smile graced her lips. ¡°I¡¯ll offer her a higher salary,¡± Bastian replied, determinedly asserting his intention. ¡°Well, it seems like she wouldn¡¯t easily be outdone by you when it comes to money.¡± ¡°Nevertheless, I excel in strategic battles, Odette. I possess weapons that others can never acquire.¡± ¡°What kind of weapons are those?¡± Odette inquired. ¡°The audacity inherited from my grandfather,¡± Bastian revealed. Odette burst into laughter at the lighthearted jest. Her laughter was delightful, reflecting her pleasant demeanor. ¡°I apologize, but I surrender. Our chef is more than capable,¡± Odette gracefully played along with his prank. She appeared entirely transformed from her usual serious demeanor, no longer resembling a dull nun. Once they departed from the duke¡¯s residence, the carriage gradually picked up speed. Odette observed the scenery passing by through the window, a lingering smile adorning her face. The afternoon was radiant, with sunlight filtering through the trees, creating a dazzling ambiance. Bastian cast an oblique glance in the direction of his wife as she sat next to him. Along the route of the golden sycamore, one could frequently hear the rhythmic sound of carriage wheels and the hooves of horses. A clear bell started ringing just as he was beginning to convince himself that the elderly woman¡¯s insistence on a horse-drawn carriage might not be such a horrible idea after all. It sounded like the bell from a bicycle, but it was coming from the opposite side of the road. Shortly after, a young schoolgirl rode past the carriage on her bicycle. Bastian¡¯s gaze, which had casually swept over the scene, once again settled upon Odette¡¯s profile. Having fulfilled her duties, Odette appeared completely at ease, exuding a sense of tranquility. Bastian swallowed, feeling his throat dry, and instinctively tugged at his tie knot. However, he ultimately couldn¡¯t bring himself to loosen it. As the suffocating sensation gradually subsided, Bastian released his grip on the stubbornly tangled tie. A hint of self-derision washed over him, yet his resolve remained unchanged. He desired to let it be. Just as it was, for a little while longer. CH 70 ¡°Shall we go?¡± Bastian suggested, his voice akin to a gentle breeze brushing against her ears. Odette¡¯s head swiveled in surprise as she turned to face him. Without any prior notice, Bastian appeared by her side and positioned himself next to her in front of a window that offered a picturesque view of the riverside. ¡°It doesn¡¯t appear to be too far from here,¡± Bastian commented, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the sunset-kissed Schulter River. In his gaze, the Ferris wheel from the amusement park Odette had been observing came into view. ¡°No, I¡¯m alright,¡± Odette replied, attempting to brush off the topic. ¡°You were observing it last night, weren¡¯t you?¡± Bastian persisted, refusing to let the matter drop, despite Odette¡¯s evasive response. ¡°That¡­¡± Odette hesitated for a moment, shifting slightly to the side. It was difficult to deny. It was evident that she had spent late nights in front of this window, captivated by the shimmering lights of the Ferris wheel. ¡°It¡¯s just¡­ because it¡¯s beautiful. That¡¯s all.¡± After considerable deliberation, Odette finally disclosed her most genuine sentiments. By sheer coincidence, they found themselves staying in a room that afforded a view of the enchanting Ferris wheel, and all Odette desired was to gaze at the mesmerizing lights. The recollection of that spring evening when they made a pledge to embark on a field trip to the amusement park weighed heavily on her heart, but she chose to keep this sentiment concealed, locked within the depths of her being. How could she possibly confess to this man that she now regretted ever making that promise to Tira? If that had been the reality, Tira wouldn¡¯t have been driven to such desperate measures to safeguard their emergency fund. Consequently, their father would not have resorted to taking the money in their customary altercation. Perhaps it could have been an unremarkable day, filled with simple pleasures like cotton candy, merry-go-round rides, the Electric Palace, the horoscope machine, and the Ferris wheel. If only Tira hadn¡¯t been so thrilled, resembling a child, as she gleefully shared tales and chattered away. She convinced herself that it was because of her sister Odette¡¯s immaturity, but in reality, Odette was just interested. The bright lights of the amusement park that she saw as she travelled through the central business district of the city. She also pictured herself riding over the night sky on what appeared to be a giant golden ferris wheel atop a gigantic ferris wheel. Even on that particular night, as she stirred the stew with a ladle in hand, the mere fact that she had felt a tinge of excitement added an extra burden to Odette¡¯s heart. She knew she shouldn¡¯t have allowed herself to indulge in such emotions. Recalling her past foolish mistakes, Odette pressed her lips together tightly, determined to suppress her sentimental thoughts. It was time to fulfill her role as a wife, and with that in mind, she composed herself, ready to face Bastian with a composed expression as she recollected her unfinished task. ¡°You have a dinner engagement,¡± Odette informed Bastian. Bastian had a scheduled luncheon at the House of Herhardt and an evening meeting with northern businessmen. Odette was well aware of today¡¯s itinerary; there was no room for error. Once Bastian left for the evening, she had made a promise to visit Tira. ¡°You should leave now,¡± Odette insisted, making another attempt to get Bastian¡¯s attention. However, he remained unresponsive. His blue eyes were fixed upon the Ferris wheel gracefully traversing the sky as nightfall approached, captivating Odette once more. ¡°The schedule has been altered,¡± Bastian calmly conveyed the news. The primary objective of their journey to Carlsbar had been to engage with the Herhardt family, and having fulfilled that task flawlessly, he felt at liberty to handle the remaining tasks as he deemed appropriate. It was a decision Bastian reached during the carriage ride back to the hotel. He made the firm choice to forgo his official obligations, including the meeting he was expected to attend later that night. His desire was to be with this woman, Odette. Bastian yearned for it with unwavering clarity, and as a result, he acquiesced to his own longing. ¡°Prepare yourself,¡± Bastian calmly ordered, his gaze fixed on Odette¡¯s astonished expression. After the parents¡¯ event at Tira¡¯s girls¡¯ school the following day, they would need to return to Ardenne. Before that, Bastian thought it would be lovely to bestow a small gift upon Odette. However, she exceeded his expectations, proving herself to be even more capable than he had anticipated. ¡°Bastian!¡± Odette called out urgently, causing him to quickly turn around. He faced her as she hesitantly continued. ¡°May I bring Tira along?¡± Her lips, tinged with the warm glow of the sunset, uttered the name with a hint of unease. ¡°I made a promise to her, you see. I plan on visiting her tonight. So¡­ if I have to go, I would like to take Tira with me.¡± The eyes of the helpless mother bird flashed with a steely resolve, betraying her desperation. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Sister, why are you so thoughtless?¡± Tira¡¯s stern reprimand carried over the cacophony of the bustling amusement park. ¡°Thoughtless?¡± Odette tilted her head in confusion, appearing unaware of what she had done wrong. ¡°Why would you bring me here? I expected it to be uncomfortable and suffocating,¡± Tira exclaimed, clicking her tongue and gesturing behind her to highlight her sister¡¯s error. As Bastian made his way towards a cotton candy stall, Tira¡¯s persistent plea for a taste still echoing in his ears, Odette devised a plan as a means to grant her sister an opportunity to have a conversation. ¡°Don¡¯t be impolite, Tira. Bastian hasn¡¯t done anything to harm you,¡± Odette reprimanded her sister, contemplating her words carefully. In her state of disbelief, Tira let out a sigh and guided her sister to an unoccupied bench. She made sure to keep an eye on Bastian¡¯s movements intermittently. Bastian had just reached the cotton candy stall, his tall and imposing figure standing out prominently in the bustling crowd. Thankfully, there was a long line, granting them a bit more time. ¡°When did I ever say the captain is bad?¡± Tira shook her head and took a seat next to Odette. Upon hearing the news of her sister¡¯s visit, Tira had been filled with joy. It meant she could escape the stifling dormitory and have some fun. However, that happiness quickly dissipated the moment she encountered Bastian in the first-floor lobby. ¡°It¡¯s not the captain who¡¯s bad, it¡¯s you, sister,¡± Tira exclaimed, her gaze filled with thorns. Despite Tira¡¯s piercing eyes, Odette remained baffled, her expression one of confusion. ¡°Me? Why?¡± Odette questioned. ¡°Why would you bring your sister along on a date with your husband?¡± Tira retorted. Odette¡¯s frown deepened, as if she had been deeply offended. Tira expressed her frustration by tapping her chest to emphasize her point. ¡°Oh? How else can you describe this situation?¡± ¡°We just¡­¡± Odette began, her words trailing off. ¡°Look. It¡¯s a date,¡± Tira sighed once more, casting her gaze upon Odette, who vehemently denied her words. ¡°Even if it¡¯s not officially labeled as such, being alone with the captain feels intimidating. It¡¯s like sitting on a cushion full of thorns.¡± ¡°Bastian is a generous person who is doing you a great favor. Don¡¯t speak that way,¡± ¡°I¡¯m afraid of him, so why can¡¯t I say so?¡± Tira retorted. ¡°You¡¯re afraid of Bastian?¡± Odette questioned once more, her disbelief evident. ¡°Are you not afraid of the captain?¡± Tira seemed perplexed by Odette¡¯s lack of understanding. Odette glanced at Bastian, her brow furrowed in contemplation. The brightly colored light bulb decorations at the cotton candy kiosk with the grandiose moniker Fairy Thread were drawing a lot of attention to themselves. It was a scene that swirled around like water and oil while Bastian was there standing in line with a stance that was straight and upright. Odette gave a small shake of her head and then turned her attention to Tira. She did not have any fear of him. It goes without saying that she experienced an overwhelming sense of unease in relation to the man; yet, terror was not one of those emotions. He was always nice, despite the fact that he had no facial expression and said very little. In point of fact, he was not only a gentleman but also a really clever man. ¡°Probably because you love him,¡± Tira stated casually, causing Odette to be taken aback. No. Odette managed to restrain the words that nearly escaped her reflexively. ¡°Nevertheless, I¡¯m afraid of the captain. Even making eye contact with him sends a shiver down my spine. He¡¯s as cold as ice,¡± Tira expressed with an exaggerated tantrum, her gaze fixed on the cotton candy stand. Bastian¡¯s turn was approaching. She was startled when she heard a voice yelling her name vehemently just as her eyes began to become dim with the notion of her being an obstruction once more. Her fellow students who resided in the same dorm room smiled and waved at her as she passed by. There was also a group of male students from the nearby school who were present there. ¡°I¡¯ll go see my friends,¡± Tira exclaimed, seizing the opportunity for an escape and leaping with joy as she stood up from the bench. ¡°Tira Byller!¡± Odette called out her name with a scolding tone, but it was insufficient to deter Tira¡¯s determination. ¡°See you later, sister! I¡¯ll be in front of the Ferris wheel by 9 o¡¯clock!¡± Tira left her unilateral notice and dashed off towards her friends. As she made her way to escape from her sister, Tira passed by the cotton candy stand. Odette¡¯s intimidating yet wonderful husband was now receiving a fluffy white cloud of cotton candy. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Bastian.¡± Odette lowered her head once again after sharing the circumstances of Tira leaving them. ¡°I suppose at her age, spending time with friends is more enjoyable. I¡¯m sorry it turned out this way, especially after all the effort and thoughtfulness you put into it.¡± Bastian glanced between the cotton candy in his hand and his wife, who appeared distressed, and let out a laugh. Odette¡¯s sister had disappeared. She came to this town by chance and ended up meeting several of her friends here. She gave the impression of being an immature person who lacked any thoughts, but it seemed as though she had at least some value. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it.¡± Bastian replied, casting a kind glance at the clock tower. He shook his head gently, noting that there was still over two hours remaining until their agreed-upon meeting time of nine o¡¯clock. In a rare turn of events, Tira Byller had proven to be useful. ¡°She¡¯s still young. As you mentioned, this is the age for making friends.¡± Odette¡¯s face finally brightened with a sense of relief. ¡°Thank you for understanding,¡± she expressed gratefully. Draped in a short cloak over a checked wool dress, Odette appeared more youthful than ever. It was a stark contrast to her elegant noblewoman guise from earlier in the afternoon. He did not give it a great deal of thought, but it was possible that it was an illusion generated by the space being filled with the cheers and laughter of youngsters. First, Bastian passed on the piece of cotton candy that he had been holding in his hand. When Odette unexpectedly received it, her eyes widened with surprise. ¡°I guess I¡¯m not the kind of person who enjoys these things,¡± Odette remarked with a playful tone. Bastian chuckled heartily and reached out to take Odette¡¯s hand. The illuminated rides cast a vibrant glow over the nighttime amusement park, creating an atmosphere as lively as daylight. With confidence, Bastian led the way towards the lights that had captivated Odette¡¯s attention. Walking hand in hand, they ventured through the park together, Odette clutching her cotton candy tightly. CH 71 Hand in hand, Odette strolled through the bustling amusement park, immersed in the festive atmosphere. Her grip on Bastian¡¯s hand resembled that of a child on a carefree picnic day. Her gaze lowered to the cotton candy she held, a sweet gift given in place of Tira. It felt almost like a dream to Odette as she contemplated taking a bite, yet hesitation held her back. She couldn¡¯t bring herself to discard it either, leaving her in an awkward predicament. Odette released a soft, resigned sigh and lifted her gaze to meet Bastian¡¯s eyes. Despite the vibrant glow of the colorful lights surrounding them, his expression remained unchanged. He had a certain degree of kindness, yet there was also a hint of detachment. Why was he still keeping her in the dark about his departure? Did he consider their relationship to be inconsequential, not requiring the courtesy of a proper farewell? If that were the case, why was he extending this kindness to her now? The questions swirled in Odette¡¯s mind, leaving her feeling uncertain and perplexed. As the multitude of questions lingered in their minds, the two of them arrived at the heart of the amusement park. The plaza, adorned with a grand palace-like structure made of steel frames, teemed with a multitude of holidaymakers. Caught off guard, Odette¡¯s gaze naturally gravitated towards the spectacle, and a soft gasp of awe escaped her lips. The electric palace shimmered with an array of colored lights, casting a magical glow upon the surroundings. The melodies from the merry-go-round and the joyful laughter of children blended harmoniously, enhancing the beauty of the autumn night that was gradually enveloping them. Odette came to a halt, captivated by the enchanting panorama before her. It seemed as though she had stepped into a page from a fairy tale¡ªa reward bestowed upon the protagonist who had triumphed over countless trials. It was a chapter at the story¡¯s end, where a bright and promising future unfurled, promising a lifetime of joy and contentment. However, her ephemeral daydream was abruptly shattered by the gentle breeze that carried with it the sweet fragrance of cotton candy. In that moment, Odette redirected her gaze to the reality that surrounded her. She glanced down at the cotton candy in her hand and then shifted her attention back to Bastian, their eyes meeting once again. ¡°Bastian,¡± Odette uttered softly, prompting him to turn towards her. His visage bore no discernible expression, yet his eyes held a tenderness as they met her gaze. However, it was difficult to perceive it as a profound intimacy. Bastian Klauswitz was a man of impeccable manners, after all. He was typically courteous and kind, never displaying more than what was deemed appropriate. Odette was well aware that this was merely a facade, a surface-level portrayal of their marriage. It was clear that he approached their union with such a mindset. However, there were moments when the truth broke through. On a spring day, she discovered that the stake he had won in a hidden gambling den belonged to the partner chosen for her in the arranged marriage set by the emperor. A ribbon, originally intended as a symbol of victory, was carelessly discarded in the mud. A heartless hand extended a contract offering a two-year employment. In the depths of the mountains, a night unfolded with untamed desires, devoid of any reservations. Bastian¡¯s raw emotions always had a way of piercing her heart. The truth that had been overshadowed by the peaceful days suddenly resurfaced as she looked at Bastian¡¯s composed face. Yet, it was through their combined efforts that the contractual arrangement had progressed relatively smoothly. They both aimed to fulfill the shared objective of successfully completing the contract. There might have been moments of understanding and empathy that blossomed from their time together, but they were as ephemeral as the fleeting illusions created by the cotton candy. Therefore, pondering over such questions seemed futile. Her mind, which had been like a tangled ball of thread, was finally beginning to be sorted out just as she felt something dull hit her shoulder. Odette was pushed to the side as she tried to make her way through the crowd that had gathered to watch the Electric Palace. She was able to avoid falling because to the support provided by Bastian; nevertheless, the cotton candy that she missed was already laying on the ground. ¡°Just let it go, Odette. I¡¯ll get you another one,¡± Bastian chuckled, gently persuading Odette not to retrieve the dropped cotton candy. His demeanor carried a nurturing tone, akin to soothing a child. ¡°No, it¡¯s alright,¡± Odette replied, declining his offer. Odette gazed at the cotton candy, now tainted by footprints, and shook her head, wearing a smile. The ethereal thread of enchantment, resembling a wisp of cloud, had vanished, leaving behind only a crushed lump of sugar. It was a disappointment, yet there was no sense of remorse. With a newfound sense of ease, she turned to face Bastian. Even if Bastian up and moved to the front lines unexpectedly one day, their contract would not be affected in any way. All that is required of her is to come back within the allotted time frame and pay the prize. Therefore, all that Odette could do was show humility in the face of any choice and carry out the responsibility that had been assigned to her. ¡°There¡¯s quite a crowd here. Let¡¯s move to a quieter spot,¡± Odette suggested, leaving behind the shapeless remains of the cotton candy. Her resolve to fully embrace this enchanting night was unwavering. It was her way of reciprocating Bastian¡¯s kindness. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Exercise restraint,¡± Theodora cautioned, interrupting Franz as he reached for the final button on his jacket. Startled, he wearily turned his body to face his mother. Theodora Klauswitz sat comfortably in her chair by the fireplace, appearing far from an intruder who had barged into her son¡¯s room in the dead of night. ¡°I believe you were recently giving advice to Ella about performing well,¡± Franz attempted to mask the rising irritation in his mind and responded. It had been an incredibly exhausting day, filled with visits to stock exchanges, banks, and countless business partners. He had spent the entire day navigating the bustling Ratz financial district, constantly learning about the workings of the company. However, his father would not give up easy, despite the fact that it appeared as though he was about to get bored of the complicated figures and equations. He dismissed Franz by ranting and raving at the successor, who he deemed to be unacceptable, and using abusive language. Every day has been a living torment for Jeff ever since that lowly beast stripped him of the right to construct railroads and put an end to his railroad building career. ¡°Indeed, it is essential for you to treat Ella kindly. During moments like these, we must hold onto our inner childlike innocence. We need to ensure that Count Klein does not belittle us or harbor any alternative thoughts,¡± Theodora stated as she set her pipe aside and rose from her seat. Franz, with eyes tightly shut, anxiously discarded his jacket and tie onto the bed. The mere mention of his fianc¨¦e¡¯s name, Ella, now evoked a sense of sickness within him. His mother had claimed that Ella would be the one to uplift and support him, and Franz had believed it. Consequently, he had accepted his engagement to Ella von Klein. Little did he imagine that she would turn out to be such a repulsive, indulged individual? Ella frequently demanded Franz¡¯s love and attention, resorting to rushing to his mother and fabricating stories when her desires weren¡¯t fulfilled. She carried herself with the dignity and pride befitting a noble family. Franz nonchalantly removed his glasses and watch, settling himself on the edge of the bed as he let out a heavy sigh. Theodora stood right before him, in close proximity. ¡°It appears that there is another woman who requires some restraint,¡± Theodora remarked, her voice soothing as she comforted her son¡¯s weary shoulders, her grip gentle as she held his hand. Franz¡¯s complexion grew pale as she directed his attention to the lower shelf of the chest of drawers, where Odette¡¯s portrait was concealed. ¡°No¡­ You didn¡¯t¡­ search my room again, did you?¡± Franz¡¯s voice quivered with disbelief. ¡°Since you refuse to speak up, am I not allowed to take any action?¡± Theodora questioned with a hint of frustration in her voice. ¡°Oh my god, Mother!¡± Franz exclaimed, taken aback by his mother¡¯s words. ¡°Thanks to that, I now understand why you became so neglectful of your fianc¨¦e all of a sudden. Although it is disheartening to realize that she is, in the end, Bastian¡¯s wife,¡± Theodora commented, her tone tinged with disappointment. Despite Franz¡¯s astonishment, Theodora maintained her composure, not even raising an eyebrow. ¡°How intimate are you with her?¡± she inquired calmly, facing Franz directly. An eyebrow arched, Theodora pressed on, determined to elicit a response. ¡°How close are you with her?¡± Silence hung in the air, stretching uncomfortably. ¡°Hopefully, the muddy water she splashed isn¡¯t close enough to stain you,¡± Theodora added, her words filled with subtle implications. Still met with no answer, Theodora¡¯s patience wore thin. ¡°Answer me, Franz Klauswitz!¡± she demanded, her voice carrying a mix of frustration and concern. Franz stubbornly maintained his closed lips, his face, once and a blank canvas, now flushed with a hue of crimson, unbeknownst to him. ¡°Could it be that you¡¯re the only one experiencing these emotions?¡± Theodora questioned, her eyebrows furrowing as she observed her son¡¯s unsettled gaze. As Franz¡¯s eyes darted about in instability, Theodora couldn¡¯t help but remark, ¡°To think that my own son was captivated by a mere piece of flesh he sank his teeth into. What an ironic twist of fate.¡± She chuckled and took a seat beside Franz. Now equipped with a general understanding of how to utilize the seemingly providential letter, Theodora had a plan in mind. With the minor issue that had arisen earlier now resolved, the only thing left to do was wait for Bastian¡¯s wife to return. ¡°It may seem unlikely, but until this matter is resolved, ensure that you don¡¯t even come near that woman,¡± Theodora warned, her voice filled with caution. Franz¡¯s eyes, previously clouded and lost, suddenly regained focus as he questioned, ¡°Has something happened to Odette?¡± His gaze fixated, filled with a desperate intensity. This level of enthusiasm had not been present when discussing his own fianc¨¦e. ¡°It¡¯s not your concern. Your responsibility is to focus on your job,¡± Theodora retorted firmly. ¡°But, mother¡­¡± Franz attempted to interject. ¡°She is a valuable pawn in our game. Don¡¯t fret, she won¡¯t cause any harm,¡± Theodora assured with a smile, gently grasping her son¡¯s hand, which was damp with cold sweat. ¡°For now, put Bastian¡¯s wife out of your mind. Concentrate on learning the workings of the company and assist your father in his difficulties. And, of course, fulfill your duties as a loyal fianc¨¦ to Ella.¡± ¡°What are you contemplating? You are well aware of the kind of person Bastian is. If something goes awry, Odette could be in jeopardy,¡± Theodora expressed her concern. ¡°Franz, you must remain composed. Do you honestly believe now is the opportune moment for you to be consumed by worry for her?¡± she questioned, trying to bring a sense of calm to the situation. With a sigh, Theodora rose from her seat, observing Franz, who appeared astonishingly feeble. In that moment, he evoked both pity and a sense of pathos. It seemed that all of this stemmed from the influence cast by the woman¡¯s son. ¡°You just need to live your life diligently, one step at a time. If things go smoothly, that desirable outcome will naturally be yours, so don¡¯t worry,¡± Theodora reassured, her affection for her beloved son still evident in her expression. Bastian was not a naive individual. It was evident that while she could manipulate his wife to their advantage, she couldn¡¯t keep such a secret hidden indefinitely. Regardless, Odette was merely a card to be utilized for a temporary period. Even if the truth were to be exposed, it would be handled with finesse. Bastian possessed the skill and ability to manage such situations efficiently. If, by some stroke of luck, Odette were to secure a divorce, there would be no obstacle preventing Theodora from bestowing the child upon Franz as a gift. While the notion that Odette was a woman associated with Bastian held an undertone of unease, when viewed from a different perspective, it amplified her value as a prized possession. Ultimately, it would be Franz who would claim her. ¡°If you desire to have her, demonstrate your worthiness. Understood?¡± Theodora communicated her request as she firmly grasped her son¡¯s shoulders. Franz was taken aback by the revelation, unable to deny its truth. He gazed at Theodora in a state of blank astonishment, then shifted his gaze towards the open window with curtains billowing. In that moment, as their eyes met once more, Theodora sensed a certainty. There was no possibility that this young man would fail in his task. Franz, in various respects, was an estranged child, and such was the nature of blinded love. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Upon reaching the Ferris wheel, they arrived 30 minutes ahead of schedule. Bastian narrowed his eyes, examining his watch intently. ¡°I¡¯m alright,¡± Odette assured. Throughout their time together, Odette persistently echoed the same response as they strolled through the amusement park. Whether it was rides, snacks, puppet shows, or souvenirs, Bastian attempted to offer various things, but the consistent answer remained unchanged. As a result, they aimlessly meandered around the park, and before he realized it, it was time for his appointment. In light of this, Bastian couldn¡¯t help but wonder what exactly intrigued her. She was a woman of puzzling complexity. ¡°Would you care to go on a ride?¡± Bastian asked politely, surprising Odette with his unexpected question. ¡°I¡¯m fine,¡± she replied, offering a polite smile. However, this time, the silence that followed seemed unusually prolonged. Bastian, feeling perplexed, directed his gaze downwards towards Odette, who stood beside him. He noticed her gaze fixed upon the Ferris wheel, her eyes carrying a hint of seriousness. ¡°Will it be finished in 30 minutes?¡± After some time, Odette cautiously turned her head and inquired. It appeared that the reason behind her freshly flushed cheeks was not solely due to the chilly autumn evening. ¡°Perhaps,¡± Bastian responded without hesitation. Although he lacked knowledge about the specific boarding time for the ride, he answered confidently. ¡°As long as you¡¯re alright, then yes, let¡¯s go,¡± Odette affirmed, her gaze fixed on the Ferris wheel once more, nodding in agreement. Bastian couldn¡¯t help but chuckle at the air of elegance displayed by Odette as she gave her consent. In response, a serene smile graced Odette¡¯s face as she quietly observed his expression. It was a look that made Bastian feel as though he was witnessing the blossoming of a flower, a truly captivating moment. Instead of providing a verbal response, Bastian chose a different course of action. He reached out and firmly grasped Odette¡¯s hand, taking a decisive stride forward. It was a significant step towards their ultimate destination, symbolizing the answer he had finally discovered. CH 72 ¡°Oh my, I apologize for this,¡± the Ferris wheel manager said with a kind smile as he reached the barrier line, marking the restricted area with a gentle tap. When Odette approached the sign positioned at the center of the chain, the final passenger of the Ferris wheel disembarked. ¡°We had to close early today due to an issue with the rotating shaft, which was causing an increasing noise. I decided to shut it down for inspection. I hope you understand,¡± the manager explained hurriedly, making his way towards the machine room. With a quick motion, he pulled down the lever, and a sharp metallic sound resonated through the air, bringing the Ferris wheel to a halt. ¡°It¡¯s alright, Bastian,¡± Odette said, her expression tinged with disappointment. Though unfortunate, it was nothing out of the ordinary. She preferred not to dwell on things she had to accept, maintaining a resilient spirit that had carried her through thus far. ¡°How about something else?¡± Bastian turned around, gesturing with a nod of his chin towards the other side of the amusement park. ¡°We could try the merry-go-round, or¡­¡± ¡°Now is the time I promised Tira,¡± Odette interrupted gently, her smile softening. She reached out and took hold of Bastian¡¯s sleeve. ¡°I¡¯ve had plenty of enjoyable moments today, so that¡¯s enough. Let¡¯s not dwell on it.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not accustomed to your intricate way of speaking, Odette,¡± Bastian remarked, his gaze shifting from the static scenery back to Odette. His head tilted, bringing his eyes to meet Odette¡¯s level. ¡°Are you truly alright?¡± His tone matched his straightforwardness as he asked. ¡°Yes, I genuinely mean it,¡± Odette replied, taking a small step back and nodding. Her eyes quivered slightly, yet her voice remained steady and composed. ¡°Let¡¯s find a bench and rest until Tira arrives. I¡¯ve been walking quite a bit, and I¡¯m feeling a bit tired.¡± Having deftly concluded their conversation, Odette swiftly departed from the Ferris wheel. She sensed Bastian¡¯s gaze upon her back but refrained from turning around. She assumed everything was in order. However, it wasn¡¯t until later that she noticed Bastian¡¯s absence. Sitting on a bench to catch her breath, Odette scanned her surroundings with a perplexed expression. It seemed they had left the Ferris wheel together, but Bastian had vanished without a trace. ¡°Bastian!¡± Odette exclaimed, rising swiftly from the bench. The surroundings were hushed due to the Ferris wheel¡¯s cessation of operation, making it implausible for their paths to have diverged. After all, Bastian was the type of person who never failed to notice Odette, even in a crowd. Calling out his name several more times without receiving a response, Odette hastened her steps as she circled the Ferris wheel. Just as she started to entertain the suspicion that he might be playing a mischievous prank, Bastian emerged into view. Odette sighed in exasperation as she sat back down on the bench for a second time. Bastian was walking up to Odette in a casual manner. In one of his hands, he was clutching a cup made of colorful paper. ¡°Take it.¡± The item was handed over to Odette, who was present and stood there when Bastian did so. It looked like chocolate, with a cloud of white steam rising. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, Bastian,¡± Odette said with a tinge of remorse, glancing at her watch before lowering her head. She attributed the delay to her half-sister¡¯s failure to arrive at the agreed-upon time. Bastian chuckled softly, observing how many times Odette had found herself in a similar apologetic situation within just two days. It sparked his curiosity about the intricate history shared between the two sisters in their past lives. ¡°Do you always behave like this?¡± Bastian¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly as he lowered his gaze. Odette observed him, still clutching the untouched cocoa in her hands. ¡°When your sister faces an accident, you fervently pray. It appears to be a relationship defined by strict roles.¡± ¡°I apologize, once aga¡ª¡± ¡°I don¡¯t need an apology, Odette. Especially not from you.¡± She was swiftly interrupted by Bastian¡¯s resolute tone. In spite of the fact that Odette acted as though she were the mother of her half-sister, she was actually simply a young woman who had recently turned 20 years old. Up until this point, Bastian had written it off as merely her foolish and pathetic side; however, now that he has arrived to this point, he has become truly curious. What the hell does this woman¡¯s family mean to her if she was willing to devote herself to them with such unquestioning devotion? ¡°Regardless, she is your younger half-sister, born from a different stomach. Perhapsthe most honorable action taken by Duke Dyssen was to refrain from bestowing his surname upon the illegitimate daughter of a maid, don¡¯t you think?¡± Bastian voiced his perspective. ¡°I understand your viewpoint, and it¡¯s not an entirely incorrect opinion. But, Bastian¡­ please refrain from speaking about my family in that manner.¡± After pausing for a moment, Odette cautiously offered her counterargument. ¡°It¡¯s not Tira¡¯s fault that she was born out of wedlock. It¡¯s our father¡¯s responsibility and something he should feel ashamed of.¡± ¡°Seems like your family¡¯s love is solely reserved for your half-sister, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Because my father chose to abandon his role as my father,¡± Odette whispered softly, a hint of loneliness passing over her lips. She had made great sacrifices to come to terms with this truth, yet Bastian refrained from mentioning the Duke Dysen¡¯s name any longer. ¡°No matter what anyone says, Tira is my family. And I will never feel ashamed of my family,¡± ¡°Will Tira truly love you to that extent?¡± Bastian asked. ¡°Even if that¡¯s not the case, it¡¯s alright,¡± Odette replied, her smile exuding comfort as she turned towards him. ¡°I don¡¯t desire for Tira¡¯s love to be overwhelming to the point of pain. Instead, I wish for her to simply like me. Someone whose heart feels bright and joyous at the mere thought of me,¡± With a serene expression, Odette raised her gaze and fixed her eyes on the Ferris wheel after taking the final sip of cocoa. Despite the ride¡¯s cessation, its lights continued to illuminate the night sky, resembling the kind of radiance she sought. Bastian kept his gaze steady on Odette while maintaining a low whisper. The woman who was daydreaming about the bright lights of an amusement park had a serene look on her face, as if the water were calm and still. He was clueless about it. After giving it a great deal of consideration, Bastian was unable to arrive at any other conclusion. Odette¡¯s statements were not adequately understood. In addition to that, it was very similar to a foreign language that he had never mastered. ¡°By the way, Bastian,¡± A voice as enchanting as the night itself broke through the deepening silence. Odette had a tendency to frequently address her conversational partners by name, a habit Bastian found himself somewhat drawn to avoid acknowledging. ¡°I don¡¯t believe it¡¯s a negative thing that I can¡¯t ride the Ferris wheel. Thanks to you, I had the opportunity to admire it from here to my heart¡¯s content. It appears even more beautiful up close.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you think you¡¯re excessively justifying yourself?¡± Bastian retorted, questioning her line of thought. ¡°You¡¯re welcome. Inside the Ferris wheel, you can¡¯t see the Ferris wheel itself. If I had been riding it, I wouldn¡¯t have been able to enjoy this beautiful view,¡± Odette replied, turning her head and gracing Bastian with a radiant smile. ¡°Thanks to you, I¡¯ve created wonderful memories. Thank you, Bastian.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s ride together next time. There¡¯s a Ferris wheel like this in Ratz as well,¡± Bastian impulsively promised, his words tinged with the sense of bidding a final farewell, stirred by Odette¡¯s presence. Odette, who had been gazing at Bastian for a while, responded with a soft, smiling glance instead of providing a verbal answer. Then, with a graceful and effortless motion, she rose from the bench. Her purpose was to discard the empty paper cups, a task she accomplished naturally. However, even after attaining her objective, Odette didn¡¯t return. She halted a few steps away from the bench, her gaze fixated on the Ferris wheel with awe. Bastian rose from his seat and approached Odette. She must have sensed his presence, yet she refused to meet his eyes. Growing impatient, Bastian advanced, positioning himself to block her path. Taken aback, Odette turned her head away, but Bastian remained determined. He reached out his hand, gently cupping her face, and looked at her intently. Gone were the surprise and fear that once filled her eyes, replaced now by a gaze that held only him within its depths. Their radiance resembling the serene and crystalline surface of calm waters. She appeared anxious, yet there was no sign of resistance in her expression. Bastian¡¯s hand, which had been tenderly grazing her cheek, gently brushed against her quivering red lips. ¡°Sister!¡± At that very moment, when the unfamiliar sensation that had stirred within their chests transformed into a lingering sigh, a familiar voice resonated. Startled, Odette hastily retreated from him, taken aback by the sudden interruption. Bastian, choosing to step back at that moment, willingly released his hold on her. As he lowered his gaze to his fingertips, still tingling with the lingering sensation of her soft touch, Odette departed. Her path led her towards Tira, the beloved family member she cherished dearly, despite the delay. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°I believe the teachers genuinely like you. But who wouldn¡¯t? Their fondness for you has even bolstered my own spirits. See? How high did it soar? It must be taller than the Ferris wheel at the amusement park,¡± Tira¡¯s enthusiastic voice resonated across the campus, mingling with the falling autumn leaves. Odette attentively listened to Tira¡¯s lively chatter, responding with a warm smile. She knew that Tira tended to exhibit more varied emotions when her feelings were intense. Yet, Odette refrained from pointing it out, understanding that Tira was making an effort to conceal the sadness that lay ahead of their impending separation. Odette¡¯s vacation reached its conclusion as she arrived at Gillis Girls¡¯ Academy for the parents¡¯ event. It was 4:00 PM, and she stood in front of the school gate, only ten minutes away from the time Bastian had informed her earlier that day. ¡°I still can¡¯t believe you¡¯re here, sister,¡± Tira remarked, a hint of disbelief in her voice. ¡°Even though I saw you every day for three consecutive days. Is it because our time together was too short? It feels like a dream.¡± Tira¡¯s steps slowed down significantly as she noticed a black car parked outside the school gate. Although she wore a bright smile, her eyes already showed signs of redness. She was a child who shed tears as readily as she laughed. ¡°Take good care of yourself and study diligently, Tira. So when I next meet your homeroom teacher, my pride will soar like a Ferris wheel.¡± Odette halted her steps and gently opened Tira¡¯s school uniform jacket, a tender gesture filled with love. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, sister. Even though I love you, it seems challenging,¡± Tira confessed, her expression a mix of a grimace and laughter, on the verge of tears. Odette reached into her purse and retrieved a handkerchief, delicately wiping away Tira¡¯s tears. ¡°When we meet again, I¡¯ll introduce you to my new family. I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll love Margrethe too. You¡¯ve always wanted a dog, haven¡¯t you?¡± ¡°What good is that? My family is broken apart now,¡± Tira responded, her gaze fixed on the car beyond the school gate, resembling a child who had lost a cherished toy. ¡°If you¡¯re going to throw a tantrum like that, you might as well go back,¡± Odette replied calmly, diffusing the tension. Tira quickly realized her outburst and promptly apologized. As Tira¡¯s agitated emotions gradually settled, Odette resumed walking, their footsteps creating an echo on the path adorned with fallen leaves. ¡°I¡¯m glad you¡¯re doing well. Thank you, Tira,¡± ¡°What is there for you to be thankful for? I¡¯m just a younger sister who doesn¡¯t contribute much. It¡¯s me who should be grateful and apologetic,¡± Tira responded, her voice tinged with a mix of emotions. By the time tears welled up in Tira¡¯s eyes once again, the two sisters had reached the gate. The driver, recognizing Odette, hastily emerged from the car. ¡°Goodbye, sis. I love you,¡± Tira sobbed as she hugged Odette tightly, her voice filled with tears. ¡°Take care and stay well,¡± Odette bid farewell in a composed tone. ¡°I love you, Tira.¡± A soft sob echoed in the air, but fortunately, Tira seemed unaware of it. After gently disentangling herself from her sister¡¯s embrace, Odette approached the waiting car where the driver stood. The sound of Tira¡¯s whimpering reached her ears, yet she resisted the urge to look back. Taking a seat next to Bastian, Odette closed the door behind her, and the car began to move. It was not until the driver settled back into the driver¡¯s seat and the passing scenery outside the window began to blur that Odette mustered the courage to steal a glance behind her. Tira was still there, waving her hand and crying as if she were Odette¡¯s own child. ¡°Odette,¡± Bastian called out, his voice cutting through the moment. The car was now picking up speed, and Bastian gently grasped Odette¡¯s chin, redirecting her gaze away from the distant landscape. Momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected gesture, Odette quickly regained her composure. Politely, she gently moved his hand aside and composed herself, straightening her posture. Instead of uttering words of apology, she expressed her remorse through a brief moment of silence. CH 73 Odette was taken aback as she received an unexpected invitation from a familiar yet distant place. The name on the invitation, Theodora Klauswitz, puzzled her. She requested Odette¡¯s presence at her home for a tea time meeting sometime during the following week. The simplicity of the reason only added to Odette¡¯s confusion. Ever since Theodora and her family reluctantly attended her wedding, there had been no personal communication between them. Considering the strained and perpetual tension between Bastian and his father, this invitation seemed even more perplexing and difficult to comprehend. Odette read the invitation repeatedly, her mind consumed with thoughts, before setting it down on the desk. As she tried to gather her scattered thoughts, Margrethe, who had just awakened from her slumber, approached Odette. The delicate pink lace collar that Odette had crafted to conceal the cruelly shorn patches of fur on Margrethe¡¯s body fluttered as she groaned and affectionately scratched against Odette¡¯s leg. In the midst of Margrethe¡¯s playful antics, Odette found herself momentarily distracted from the weighty matter at hand, and a smile graced her face as she embraced her furry companion. When Odette fed Margrethe pieces of dried meat from the drawer, the soft clinking of tea cups being filled resonated in the background, signaling the arrival of their tea. ¡°It looks like Meg enjoyed a satisfying breakfast.¡± Dora commented with a smile. ¡°I didn¡¯t give her as much as before,¡± Odette said, recalling her commitment to providing the appropriate portion of snacks. Having finished her piece of meat, Margrethe gazed eagerly at the treat box on the desk, wagging her tail in excitement. Unable to resist the playful temptation, Dora teasingly took the treat box away. ¡°I understand your deep affection for Meg, madam, but it won¡¯t be long before she becomes a professional house thief,¡± Dora remarked with a touch of humor. ¡°I apologize for breaking my promise.¡± ¡°It appears you do have a soft spot after all. Perhaps it¡¯s time to find a strict nanny, madam.¡± Dora playfully suggested, adding an unusual jest to her words. Odette, a bit slow to grasp the full meaning behind Dora¡¯s statement, awkwardly smiled and averted her gaze. ¡°I apologize for the presumptuousness, madam, but I feel compelled to bring up the matter of an invitation from the Master¡¯s family,¡± Dora hesitated as she glanced at the desk, struggling to find the right words. ¡°In my humble opinion, I believe you should decline the invitation. However, please remember that this decision ultimately rests with you.¡± ¡°Dora, I share the same thoughts as you,¡± Odette acknowledged. Setting Margrethe down gently, she reached for the troublesome invitation once more. Observing how meticulously Dora had chosen her words, Odette sensed that there was a far more intricate tale behind this invitation than initially anticipated. ¡°Dora, may I seek your counsel once more? I could use one more piece of advice.¡± As Odette posed her question with caution, Dora nodded, awaiting her inquiry. ¡°Yes, madam. Anything,¡± ¡°Should I discuss this matter with my husband?¡± ¡°Madam, it appears you have the capability to handle it as you see fit. With the approaching festival, it would bring immense honor to the master on that day. There is no need to burden him with unnecessary concerns,¡± ¡°Is that so? In that case, I shall stand my ground and decline,¡± ¡°That is an excellent decision. The master would not be pleased to hear that name,¡± Dora¡¯s eyes lit up with excitement. Her expression revealed her readiness to divulge the intricate history of the Klauswitz family, meticulously prepared to share the details. ¡°Thank you, Dora. Your assistance has been invaluable,¡± Odette expressed her gratitude sincerely. She calmly chose to ignore the signal, knowing deep down that she didn¡¯t want to uncover whatever secrets Bastian might be hiding through such means. Their relationship was not entangled, and there was no need to needlessly complicate things. With a resolute decision made, Odette reached for a pen and began drafting the letter of refusal. Fortunately, Dora had guided her in the right direction. ¡°Now, it¡¯s time to prepare for our guests,¡± Dora mentioned, bringing up the next item on the agenda just as Odette sealed the letter. ¡°Yes? Oh¡­yes, I¡¯ll take care of it,¡± Odette responded, her gaze flickering slightly as a memory resurfaced. She recalled the appointment she had made with a newspaper journalist for an upcoming interview. The purpose of the interview was to delve deep into the life of Bastian Klauswitz, the central figure of the naval festival, which would be featured in the empire¡¯s leading daily newspaper. Odette was included in the schedule to provide a photograph for the article. A request was made for a photograph featuring the Klauswitz couple, intended for use as propaganda. The prospect of their faces being publicly recognized in such a manner was far from appealing, yet Odette found herself with no alternative. The looming command of the Emperor left her with no room for refusal, and reluctantly, Bastian agreed to comply. ¡®it was part of an effort to secure Princess Isabelle¡¯s national marriage, If you don¡¯t feel like it, convince the emperor.¡¯ he said For Odette, it was akin to being informed that she must stand before a camera without any room for objection. Odette concluded as she rose from her seat with a pleasant grin that this, too, was part of her job. It was time for her to take on the role of wife. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The interview unfolded in the grandeur of the guest parlor, a spacious room adorned with tall, expansive windows that showcased the awe-inspiring vista of Ardenne¡¯s sea. Bastian, a devoted and honorable soldier of the Empire, effortlessly fulfilled the assigned task. The majority of the reporter¡¯s inquiries fell within the anticipated spectrum, and Bastian¡¯s responses flowed smoothly, having been reiterated numerous times before. ¡°Thank you for your valuable time, Captain. I will now proceed with taking photographs to conclude the interview,¡± the journalist expressed, closing their notebook and extending a polite farewell. Bastian gracefully rose from his seat, responding with a suitable acknowledgment. Odette, who had remained as silent as a shadow, quietly trailed behind him. Bastian swiftly retrieved and put on his gloves before skillfully guiding his wife out onto the balcony, where the photographer patiently awaited their arrival. Odette adorned a white dress that complemented Bastian¡¯s uniform, clearly mindful not to overshadow the central figure, yet exuding the grace befitting her role. Odette Klauswitz proved herself to be a devoted wife, a fact that Bastian accepted without any lingering uncertainty. ¡°Please take a seat here, ma¡¯am. And Captain, please stand right here,¡± instructed the photographer¡¯s assistant, presenting the desired composition for the photograph. Following the instructions, Odette gracefully took her place on the prepared chair, while Bastian positioned himself behind her, assuming a poised stance for the photo. After all the preparations had been completed, the photographer suddenly voiced his dissatisfaction, ¡°This composition doesn¡¯t quite seem to be working, especially considering the Lieutenant¡¯s height. Captain, I apologize for the inconvenience, but would you mind taking a seat instead?¡± Casting a discerning gaze over the subjects, the photographer proposed an alternative approach. Once again, they dutifully adhered to the photographer¡¯s suggestion. Bastian occupied the chair initially prepared for Odette, while Odette positioned herself where Bastian had previously stood. Finally, the photographer nodded in contentment. ¡°Could you both come a bit closer?¡± the photographer requested, gesturing accordingly. Odette took a step nearer as instructed. The familiar fragrance of her meticulously prepared body, an aroma nurtured each evening, mingled with the gentle sea breeze and tantalized their senses. The radiant light from the pristine, expansive sky was dazzling, and in that very brilliance, Odette herself seemed to emit a radiant glow. Had Bastian chosen to do so, he could have rejected the request. However, Bastian accepted this reality with composure and averted his gaze. The radiant sunlight streaming down from the lofty and cloudless sky was blinding, and Odette, immersed in that luminosity, shone just as brilliantly. The Emperor¡¯s desire to utilize a photograph of the affectionate couple, Captain Klauswitz and his wife, as propaganda material for the naval festival was once again communicated through Admiral Demel, as customary. However, this time it came with a condition that Bastian¡¯s honor would not be compromised. It was a stark contrast to the past, when he was relentlessly pushed forward without any consideration. With such an honorable excuse at hand, Bastian had the option to decline the interview and photograph. The Emperor held a particular fondness and pride for the North Sea Fleet. No matter how crucial it was to appease Crown Prince Belof, the Emperor would not opt to tarnish the reputation of the hero of the Battle of Trosa. Despite being fully aware of the circumstances, Bastian complied with the request because it was what he desired¡ªa moment captured in a photograph with Odette. As he confronted a resolute conclusion, a subtle tension coursed through Bastian¡¯s hand resting on his knee. Odette, who had maintained her gaze straight ahead, finally shifted her eyes toward him. The fleeting surprise in her eyes quickly dissipated, replaced by her graceful smile. ¡°Both of you, look straight ahead!¡± called out the photographer, who had retreated beneath the dark cloth once again. With a sense of duty resurfacing, Bastian averted his gaze from Odette. As the photographer signaled, an assistant stationed at the far end of the balcony swiftly approached, meticulously adjusting the appearance of their uniforms. Ensuring the epaulets and decorative cords were properly aligned, the assistant then departed, signaling that all preparations had been completed. Bastian fixed his gaze directly at the camera, his determination shining through. There were no plans to preserve any photographs or portraits commemorating this marriage. It had been decided that there was no need to preserve remnants of a contract that spanned only two years. But, what if¡­ The flawless facade of his grand plan began to show cracks ever since their marriage. Bastian had made that decision under the assumption that Odette was merely a tool to strike a deal with the emperor, serving no purpose beyond that. However, if Odette could continue to offer substantial advantages as his wife even beyond that initial arrangement, the narrative would take a different turn. The process of undermining his father was progressing with unexpected speed and ease. If the trajectory remained the same, it appeared feasible to accomplish the objective without the need for a marriage alliance with Laviere. While their existing collaboration with the railway company would be implicated, successful completion of the ongoing project would grant them a fair share of the operating rights. Duke Laviere, known for his astute calculations, would not hesitate to strike a deal that promised substantial profits without sacrificing his daughter. If such were the circumstances, it wouldn¡¯t be entirely unfavorable to carry on with this marriage. With that realization, there seemed to be no reason to decline the photo shoot requested by the Emperor. ¡°Now, this will be the final shot. Ma¡¯am, if you could show a bit more affection and place your hand on the Captain¡¯s shoulder?¡± The photographer¡¯s call reverberated through the tranquility. Odette complied with the final instruction, her hands gently resting on Bastian¡¯s shoulders, their fingers interlaced. The photographer appeared content as he began to count aloud. Upon fulfilling the assigned task, untangling the intricate web of relationships, and the day arriving when they could start afresh, perhaps considering Odette as a genuine wife and building a family wouldn¡¯t be so unfavorable. Feeling the warmth transmitted through his shoulder from Odette¡¯s touch, Bastian confronted his burgeoning desires. Then, just as his assumptions were being affirmed, a brilliant flash of white light temporarily blinded his vision. CH 74 The morning sun¡¯s radiant rays bathed Nancy, who wore a deeply moved expression on her face. Ever since Theodora received the letter from Duke Dyssen, she had kept the curtains open, allowing the sunlight to stream into the room. The sight of the twin mansions standing opposite each other no longer seemed unfavorable; instead, it ignited her motivation. ¡°Get ready to go out. I¡¯m heading to Ratz. We¡¯ll leave around noon,¡± Theodora announced as she lazily stretched upon rising from bed, then made her way to the balcony. Odette, Bastian¡¯s wife, had declined the invitation, showing her unawareness of Theodora¡¯s plans. It was evident that Odette had no knowledge of what Theodora had in mind. As for Molly, it seemed reasonable to trust her innocent demeanor and assume she wasn¡¯t playing the role of a double agent. If that was the case, it was time to start taking action. Leaning against the sun-warmed marble balustrade, Theodora took a drag from her cigarette, savoring the smoke as she gazed across the sea. Bastian¡¯s wife had made plans to visit Ratz this afternoon, specifically to see the Countess of Tree, a relative of theirs. Exhaling a plume of smoke, Theodora¡¯s eyes lingered on the mansion in the distance. ¡°If you won¡¯t come to me, then I¡¯ll come to you,¡± she murmured with a hint of annoyance. The task ahead was bothersome, but Odette Klauswitz warranted such attention. After all, she held significant importance to Theodora, at least for the time being. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Perched on the third floor of the naval headquarters, Admiral Demel¡¯s office awaited Bastian¡¯s arrival. Ascending the staircase, Bastian reached the top step and discreetly confirmed the envelope tucked securely into his uniform pocket. Within it lay his meticulously filled-out service application, destined for Trosa Island, the frontline once more. This task demanded ample time, and it was a decision that had been carefully pondered and deliberated upon. The downfall of his father wouldn¡¯t instantaneously restore everything to its rightful place. The aftermath required a substantial amount of time and effort to clean up the mess left behind. As Bastian contemplated how to effectively utilize that time in a profitable venture, a plan had taken shape in his mind. The service application he held in his hands was the optimal choice he had discovered. Bastian¡¯s involvement in his grandfather¡¯s company extended to devising intricate schemes to ensnare his father. However, the subsequent tasks were efficiently managed by Thomas Muller, a pragmatic individual. It was reasonable to believe that Bastian¡¯s absence would not result in any detrimental setbacks. With the envelope securely tucked back into his pocket, Bastian resumed his interrupted stride. The sound of his firm footsteps reverberated through the lengthy corridor. The reason for his extended deliberation stemmed from the demands of the Navy department¡¯s work. The counsel from his peers that serving at the headquarters would prove beneficial to his career carried weight. Bastian¡¯s own musings echoed a similar sentiment. Ascending to esteemed ranks was not solely a product of exceptional prowess. Unavoidably, navigating through the intricacies of politics with limited authority was imperative, and occupying pivotal roles within the headquarters presented a formidable weapon to gain advantage in the fight against his father. By following such calculations, it seemed prudent to remain in this position. Yet his resolve to avoid a lifelong existence as a soldier remained unwavering. Instead, he reasoned that donning the military attire for a period would serve to fortify the honor he had diligently earned thus far. If that were the case, adorning a few more glistening medals, perhaps those befitting a major, would be the perfect finishing touch, enhancing his achievements. and Odette. Bastian couldn¡¯t shake off the name that kept echoing in his mind, causing him to slow down as he repeatedly wrote, tore, and rewrote his job application. if she to become my real wife¡­ The mere thought haunted him, lingering in his subconscious. What was once a hazy daydream had now taken on a tangible form, consuming his thoughts regularly. Odette exemplified unwavering dedication and love towards her family, which assured Bastian that she would undoubtedly remain loyal to their new family too. Even if her current feelings towards him were not romantic, Bastian was confident that over time, her affection for him would blossom. Although he wasn¡¯t quite familiar with the concept of a harmonious family, he believed he could provide a better family environment for her compared to the Dyssen family, who had exploited her throughout her life. Bastian knew he had much to offer as a husband to Odette. He was determined to bestow upon her a life of unparalleled nobility, surpassing that of any aristocrat and vowed to provide her with the most precious and exquisite things the world had to offer. Whatever her heart desired, he would stop at nothing to acquire it. Above all, he would shield her from any further hardships, ensuring that no more stains tainted her already challenging life. With unwavering conviction, Bastian believed he could embody the role of a devoted husband, a caring father, and the cornerstone of a loving family. It was only a matter of time before their hearts would intertwine, as Odette had never been a woman who would betray his trust. The possibility of attaining such a fulfilling life made him contemplate relinquishing the alliance with Laviere. Yet, he acknowledged that this inclination might be nothing more than a fleeting impulse, a delusion fueled by his longing for the woman he desired. However, as he reasoned that time could potentially resolve this predicament, he decisively penned his signature on the service application. It was a resolute choice, devoid of any lingering uncertainties. Bastian reached Admiral Demel¡¯s office and took a moment to straighten his posture before lightly tapping on the door. ¡°Come in,¡± the admiral answered, his voice coming through the closed door as strong and cheerful as always. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Take a look at this. It¡¯s wonderful to have such compelling evidence,¡± remarked Countess Trier with a satisfied smile, as she unfolded the newspaper in her hands. Upon laying eyes on the photograph, Odette responded with a soft smile and gently cast her gaze downward. The stirring of a cup, with sugar long dissolved, filled the air, adding to the quietude that enveloped them. ¡°I¡¯ve always been troubled by the absence of a wedding photograph for the both of you. Whenever the portrait artist was mentioned, he consistently refused. It almost led me to suspect that your husband was intentionally avoiding any evidence of the marriage,¡± ¡°That¡¯s not the case. Bastian¡­¡± ¡°I completely understand and comprehend. Please don¡¯t fret. Observing the warmth and affection displayed by your husband, it¡¯s evident that the two of you are still immersed in the honeymoon phase,¡± Countess Trier reassured, setting aside the newspaper as she let out a joyful laugh and applauded. ¡°If his intentions were malicious, he wouldn¡¯t proudly showcase his wife to the entire Empire. It appears his feelings for you run even deeper than I had initially perceived. There¡¯s no need for you to harbor unnecessary worries any longer.¡± As Countess Trier tightened her grip on the teacup, the delicately crafted sapphire ring glimmered on her wrinkled hand, catching the light. Odette¡¯s gaze fixated on the subtle, ethereal blue radiance of the ring. With a practiced smile, she concealed her inner turmoil once more. It was a challenging misconception, one that couldn¡¯t be easily clarified or explained. Countess Trier began showering Bastian with effusive praise, a complete reversal from her hesitant demeanor when she reluctantly delivered the news of their marriage. The stark contrast in her attitude was impossible to ignore. Odette gently placed the teaspoon she had been idly playing with, her gaze fixated on her own reflection mirrored in the teacup. Just as Countess Trier had mentioned, Bastian had been meticulous in avoiding any traces of their marriage. Only now did Odette start to grasp the underlying motives behind the excessive acclaim and acknowledgment bestowed upon him. It was a situation that could easily arouse suspicion. Odette couldn¡¯t help but feel a tinge of foolishness for not recognizing it sooner. Thankfully, Bastian¡¯s foresight had allowed them to quell any doubts that might have arisen, a stroke of good fortune they were fortunate to have. ¡°Still no news of a child?¡± Countess Trier¡¯s chattering came to an abrupt halt, culminating in a perplexing question. Odette answered the inquiry with a slight nod and cast her eyes downward. ¡°¡­No, not yet,¡± ¡°Well, both of you are still young and healthy, so there¡¯s no need to be hasty. However, do understand the longing in this old woman¡¯s heart, yearning to cradle your baby as soon as possible. A child born to such extraordinary parents, imagine the sheer beauty they will possess!¡± Countess Trier shifted her attention back to the picture in the newspaper, providing Odette with a moment to compose herself and arrange her expression. In recent times, discussions about children had been cropping up more frequently, indicating that the topic was drawing near. However, Odette found respite from these awkward inquiries only when Bastian was away on the battlefield. As her thoughts reached this juncture, Odette began to comprehend Bastian¡¯s choice to depart from Berg. He proved to be a skilled captain in the journey of their marriage, skillfully charting a course toward their desired destination. His triumph would be her triumph, so all Odette needed to do was place her trust in him and follow his lead. ¡°Excuse me, a letter has been received for Mrs. Klauswitz,¡± announced the maid, presenting a tightly sealed envelope just as Odette had started to regain her smile. Perplexed by the unexpected development, Odette inquired about the origin of the letter, her voice tinged with surprise. The maid nodded emphatically, providing additional details to shed light on the matter. ¡°The letter was delivered by a messenger, marked as urgent, which is why it was brought to your current location. It bears a message from Lady Rahner,¡± the maid explained. Rahner. Odette silently echoed the unfamiliar name in her thoughts as she carefully opened the envelope. The sight of the opulently adorned golden letter paper caused a sudden tightening in her chest, as if her throat constricted. While there was no explicit indication of the sender¡¯s identity, Odette instinctively recognized it. She had encountered this distinct, custom-made letter paper before. Theodora Klauswitz¡­., someone who wasn¡¯t bound by blood but regarded as family. A connection beyond mere neighbors, akin to true neighbors. That was who she was. Odette recalled the recent invitation she had received from Theodora, adorned with the same distinct golden pattern. The familiarity of it all resonated deeply within her. ¡°Are you alright, Odette? Did you receive some distressing news?¡± Countess Trier¡¯s concerned question snapped Odette out of her reverie, prompting her to swiftly regain her composure. ¡°¡­No, it¡¯s nothing,¡± Odette hurriedly said, gripping the small folded letter tightly in her hands. ¡°It was from the wife of a high-ranking officer whom I know. She mentions an urgent matter to discuss regarding the Navy Festival.¡± Despite her hands trembling from the cold, Odette mustered a convincing smile. Thankfully, Countess Trier nodded without a hint of suspicion. ¡°It¡¯s regrettable, but please go ahead. We cannot overlook the preparations for a day that will bring glory to our family,¡± ¡°Thank you for your understanding, Countess,¡± Odette swiftly rose from the tea table, bidding her farewell with politeness. Managing to depart from the parlor without her unsteady legs attracting notice, Odette hurriedly fled from the House of Trier. She no longer possessed the capacity to pay attention to the inquisitive gazes of the household servants. Determined to quell any futile doubts, Odette made the choice to temporarily set them aside. Above all else, her priority was to meet Theodora Klauswitz. With that singular thought guiding her, Odette began running, relying solely on her determination to reach her destination. CH 75 Today, the music store on 12th Rahner Street appeared deserted. Aside from the tired-looking owner seated behind the worn-out display shelves, there were just two customers present. One was a middle-aged woman leisurely browsing through sheet music, while the other was a young lady who seemed out of breath. The speakers filled the space with a vibrant waltz, its melody blending with the shimmering specks of dust suspended in the air. ¡°Why the rush? You still have ten minutes left,¡± Theodora chuckled, breezing past Odette with a leisurely stroll, seemingly relishing the experience. Sauntering along the aisles adorned with stacks of antiquated music books, Theodora paused when she reached a corner where an abandoned piano sat, obstructing the view. It provided an ideal spot for a private conversation. ¡°I¡¯m not surprised,¡± Theodora said calmly, turning her body to directly face Odette, who had hastily caught up with her. Although Odette appeared disheveled from her hurried arrival, Theodora¡¯s gaze, while tranquil, carried an underlying sense of stern restraint. The child displayed remarkable intelligence, leaving no doubt that the first and foremost requirement had been met. ¡°Why did you summon me through such a preposterously threatening letter?¡± Odette began boldly, taking a deep breath to deliver her opening statement. Theodora nonchalantly shrugged and flipped open a nearby music book. ¡°I came across a letter penned by Duke Dyssen himself. It appears that he has regained his complete memory of the day he forgot due to the shock of the accident. How much longer do you intend to perpetuate this falsehood?¡± ¡°Are you suggesting that my father personally sent the letter to you?¡± Odette inquired, seeking clarification. Theodora, with a leisurely demeanor, continued browsing through the bookshelves, a smile playing on her lips. Despite Odette¡¯s visibly pale complexion, she met Theodora¡¯s gaze without hesitation. ¡°I suppose that¡¯s true,¡± Theodora responded casually. ¡°I believe my father has misunderstood something,¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± ¡°Yes, as you mentioned, my father must have been profoundly affected by the incident that day. It appears that his memories have been greatly distorted as a result.¡± ¡°Ah, distorted memories,¡± Theodora remarked. ¡°I regret that you recklessly believed the words of a patient who was in a vulnerable state of mind and body. I will give you the benefit of the doubt this time, but I kindly request that you refrain from insulting me and Tira in such a manner again. Furthermore, I hope you will cease prying into my whereabouts.¡± Without displaying any surprise, Theodora appreciated the fact that Odette possessed a bolder side than her appearance suggested. ¡°If you have nothing else to add, I shall take my leave,¡± Odette declared, maintaining a composed demeanor. After carefully scanning her surroundings, she bid a polite farewell. Theodora silently observed her departure, a hint of delight sparkling in her eyes. She had initially regarded Odette as a pawn to be cautiously utilized, but this unforeseen turn of events brought her a sense of satisfaction. While a lone woman might not possess the ability to single-handedly bring Bastian down, her involvement could still result in a substantial impact. Even if their plans didn¡¯t unfold exactly as intended, they had little to lose. After all, their relationship was far from its best state. If Bastian, upon uncovering his wife¡¯s act of betrayal, opted for a divorce, it could potentially be a blessing in disguise. It could serve as an opportunity to swiftly tarnish his painstakingly built reputation. Being cast out from the Emperor¡¯s favor would be an ideal outcome, leaving no room for improvement. ¡°Wouldn¡¯t it be embarrassing to be so confident in front of me?¡± Theodora¡¯s low humming voice blended into the music. Her heart felt like it was sinking, but Odette turned around without showing anything. Don¡¯t be swayed by her. ¡°Mrs. Palmer.¡± As Odette tried to convince herself and took a few steps forward, an unexpected name reached her ears. ¡°Does the name ring a bell? The wife of the building caretaker, with whom you resided for three years. Your father thought she might be a valuable witness,¡± Theodora¡¯s voice echoed with a hint of amusement. Odette stifled a groan, feeling a lump forming in her throat, and abruptly halted her steps. Tira¡¯s claim to have seen the caretaker¡¯s wife behind the stair railing flashed through Odette¡¯s mind. Her own image, dismissed as delusions stemming from fear, followed closely behind. Did Mrs. Palmer really see that? As Odette attempted to recollect her memories of that day, her efforts only served to intensify her confusion. ¡°Duke Dyssen requested a three-way meeting, urging the presence of Tira and Mrs. Palmer at the hospital. If his heartless daughter chooses to remain oblivious until the end, I believe it would be fitting to alleviate him of his injustice,¡± Theodora contemplated aloud. ¡°If you depart in this manner, I shall consider it a positive indication. Naturally, I will need to discuss this with Bastian.¡± Keep going. I have to keep going. Pressing forward was imperative. Odette compelled herself with unwavering resolve, yet she found herself unable to even twitch a finger. Her father¡¯s memories had resurfaced, and there was no longer any denying that fact. Moreover, it appeared that Theodora Klauswitz had become privy to all of those recollections. Tira¡­ Odette leaned against a bookshelf, seeking support for her faltering legs. Her little sister quivered on her trembling lips, and her breath accelerated to a point where concealing it became impossible. It felt as though she was confronting the scorching noon sun, or rather, a darkness so impenetrable that not even an inch could be discerned ahead. ¡°Now, it appears we can have a little conversation.¡± Theodora¡¯s footsteps, previously resonating in unison, came to a halt behind Odette. ¡°Bastian is still unaware, isn¡¯t he? That calculating man wouldn¡¯t have married a woman harboring such a dangerous secret, would he?¡± Her hand slithered like a water snake, wrapping around Odette¡¯s shoulder. ¡°An illegitimate daughter who attempted to kill her own father, and an elder sister who became an accomplice to such a half-sister. A father left crippled by the actions of these two daughters. And now, the central figure in that incident is the daughter of Princess Helene and the wife of the war hero, Bastian Klauswitz. This is an incredibly amusing situation, don¡¯t you think? It would be enough to ignite a scandal that would send the entire Empire into a frenzy.¡± The dormant gramophone suddenly resumed playing music, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room. Odette, opening her tightly shut eyes, instinctively shrugged off the uncomfortable grip on her shoulder. As she pivoted to confront Theodora Klauswitz, her mind unexpectedly cleared. ¡°If your intention was to create a scandal and besmirch Bastian¡¯s reputation, there would have been no need for this summoning and the accompanying threats,¡± Odette looked at Theodora with an unwavering coldness and composure. ¡°Tell me what your motive is. I am willing to listen.¡± ¡°Before we proceed, allow me to ask you one question,¡± Theodora stated, placing the sheet music down and crossing her arms loosely. The sunlight filtering through the window cast its glow upon Odette, who stood trembling yet upright. ¡°Do you truly love your husband?¡± The chilling question reverberated alongside the phonograph¡¯s melody. Odette found herself unable to provide a straightforward response. No matter how many times she pressed her lips together, the outcome remained unchanged. The immense chasm between her sense of duty and her genuine feelings seemed insurmountable. ¡°Very well,¡± Theodora nodded, as if receiving a gratifying answer. ¡°It appears we can now proceed with our business.¡± *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian traversed the hallway that linked the bedroom of the couple, his steps slower than usual. The exhaustion he had accumulated seemed to intensify, further exacerbated by the intoxication following his shower. His application for deployment had been submitted successfully. Despite his outward display of disappointment, Admiral Demel, thankfully, did not exhibit further stubbornness. However, Bastian found himself paying the price of being the admiral¡¯s drinking companion until late into the night. As the passage door opened silently, a gentle voice emerged from the shadows. ¡°Bastian.¡± Bastian¡¯s gaze shifted gradually to the dancing flames of the fireplace, only to discover Odette, whom he presumed to be asleep, standing before him. ¡°Oh, Odette. I thought you were already in slumber,¡± Bastian stole a quick glance at the table clock resting on the mantelpiece above the crackling fire. The hour had already struck midnight, typically signaling her deep rest. The silence deepened, punctuated only by the crackling of firewood that filled the air. Bastian patiently waited, but Odette remained unresponsive. Bathed in the warm glow of the fireplace, she fixed her gaze upon him, unbroken and without end. The lace shawl, once resting on the chair¡¯s armrest, slipped silently to the floor, unnoticed by her. Steering away from his intended path towards the bed, Bastian changed course and moved closer to the fireplace. Retrieving the fallen shawl, he tenderly extended it to her. Taking a step back, Bastian observed as Odette hastily enveloped herself with the shawl, her pale countenance carrying a subtle flush. It bordered on the comical to witness her assume such a modest, almost nun-like demeanor, yet it was not entirely an inaccurate portrayal. After all, she remained a bride whose marriage had not yet been consummated. Should everything unfold as intended and the contract come to fruition, Odette would find herself transformed into a chaste divorcee. And the subsequent husband would be her inaugural partner. As Bastian¡¯s musings reached this juncture, a chuckle inadvertently slipped from his lips. A virgin divorcee. Truly, the world harbors an array of peculiar word pairings. Yet, if he persisted in such frivolous behavior, it appeared he risked earning the reputation of a divorced and emasculated man. This was not a trifling matter; his actions held weight beyond mere thoughtlessness. ¡°I believe you¡¯ve had quite a bit to drink, Bastian,¡± Odette said, tightening the shawl around herself. Bastian smiled and nodded, acknowledging the pitiful nature of his thoughts. They seemed to be the lingering effects of indulging Admiral Demel¡¯s desire for excessive drinking. ¡°Now, let us retire to bed,¡± Odette advised with genuine concern, as if tending to an ailing person. While the unnecessary worry didn¡¯t leave him with a pleasant sensation, it also didn¡¯t entirely displease him. ¡°Would you like me to accompany you?¡± ¡°Why don¡¯t you sing me a lullaby as well?¡± Bastian asked playfully. Odette¡¯s eyes widened, taken aback by the unexpected request. Though she appeared aloof due to her lack of emotional fluctuations, she possessed an unexpectedly innocent side. Bastian released a gentle sigh, closing the remaining gap with his final stride. Odette, startled, instinctively took a step back, but Bastian¡¯s movement to place his hand on her shoulder was swifter. ¡°Odette,¡± he uttered her name with a distinct fervor, infusing his voice with passion. Bastian¡¯s huge hand that had been hanging on to her shoulder and had now let go covered her face as she struggled to keep her breath under control. She struggled a little, but Bastian¡¯s hold was too strong to be overcome by her efforts. ¡°Bastian, please don¡¯t do that. I¡­ ¡° Before Odette could finish her pleading, Bastian leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss. His breath, which was thick with the smell of alcohol and flowed through their opened lips, took her by surprise and did not give her a time to react. It wasn¡¯t a kiss that was aggressive and forceful like the one that came before. Bastian devoured her lips in deliberately before entwining his tongue with hers. His kiss was quite delicate, but it lingered for a very long time. The same thing happened when he gently stroked her cheek with his hand. Odette merely bore the strange experience with a blank expression. It seemed to her that Bastian had become intoxicated because the booze that he consumed. No matter how hard she tried, she was unable to conceal the delicious moans that slipped between their combined lips, which only served to intensify her feelings of embarrassment. The kiss lasted she had forgotten about that terrifying evening. Odette, fixated on Bastian with a vacant stare, averted her gaze, overcome by an indescribable sensation. However, the memory of his gaze, brimming with an unfamiliar longing, lingered in her thoughts, etched into her consciousness. ¡°Why?¡± Her mind lost in contemplation, Bastian approached her once more. Before she could attempt to push him away, his lips gently met her forehead. Odette tried to create distance between herself and Bastian dwindled, but her hands dropped in a gesture of helplessness. Overwhelming confusion overwhelmed her, eroding the remnants of her earlier resolve, leaving behind a persistent question that intertwined hope and despair. Starting from her eyelids and tracing a path across her cheeks, the journey of Bastian¡¯s kisses continued until they reached the bridge of her nose, culminating on her lips. Bastian exhaled a soft sigh, parting his lips in anticipation. His hand, cradling the back of her head, tenderly caressed Odette¡¯s disheveled locks, much like her own gentle touch when she comforted Margrethe. It was a touch imbued with tenderness and authenticity. ¡°Bastian¡­.¡± Odette whispered amid her lips, reddened and moist, infused with a glimmer of hope. From his silent gaze, a comforting warmth radiated, reminiscent of the cozy glow emanating from the fireplace. ¡°Is there something that you wanted to say¡­?¡± She nervously raised her hand and grabbed the cuff of Bastian¡¯s sleeve as she raised her voice. CH 76 Her dilated pupil, brimming with Bastian¡¯s presence, gleamed with a luminosity. Within that gaze lay an emotion akin to trust, distinct from the time when fear and vigilance clouded her eyes. Bastian looked at Odette with tender serenity, his words momentarily held in gentle silence. He had reached a definitive resolution, and now was the opportune moment to convey it to Odette. He was acutely aware of this. But what should he say? ¡®Let¡¯s go together.¡¯ He yearned to utter those words that lingered at the tip of his tongue. Situated on the Trosa Islands within the Berg Territory, there were dwellings allocated for military families stationed in the Northern Fleet. While it couldn¡¯t be equated with the luxurious lifestyle they currently enjoyed, it provided a peaceful and suitable environment where they wouldn¡¯t endure hardships. Odette, being no stranger to a life outside the social realm, possessed the adaptability to thrive in such circumstances as well. Perhaps, it could serve as an ideal location for their honeymoon, away from prying eyes and unwanted intrusions. This was precisely why Bastian found himself unable to articulate those words in the end. The choice of bringing Odette to the new assignment felt like a proclamation that their marriage would endure eternally. However, as desire intensified, so did doubts. There was no denying Odette¡¯s stunning beauty. Bastian was acutely aware of how effortlessly he could be entranced by a woman of her allure. In fact, it may have already happened. For a while now, emotions had overridden reason whenever he stood in front of her. It would be imprudent to base the trajectory of his entire life on judgments made in such a state. Consequently, opting to proceed alone after their decision might prove beneficial for both of them. ¡°No,¡± Bastian hesitated once more, ¡°there¡¯s nothing.¡± A serene response intertwined with the warm glow that permeated the surrounding darkness. ¡°Ah,¡± Odettw nodded. A sudden soreness tingled in the fingertips where she had released her hold on Bastian¡¯s sleeves. Just as she was about to take a step back, Bastian leaned in, capturing her with another kiss. His lips brushed against her cheek, still radiating warmth, but it was merely that¡ªa fleeting warmth. While her father¡¯s intoxication often led to verbal abuse and destructive behavior, Bastian, on the other hand, exhibited a gentle and affectionate demeanor when under the influence. Though they resided at opposite ends of the spectrum, they shared the unfortunate commonality of being influenced by alcohol. Ultimately, they were no different in this regard. Accepting this reality, Odette concealed even the remnants of futile hope. Bastian concluded the meaningless drunkenness by planting a light peck on Odette¡¯s cheek, akin to a playful jest, as if a bird gently nuzzling its beak. ¡°Could you lull me to sleep?¡± Bastian playfully quipped, releasing his hold on Odette¡¯s hair. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but you seem a bit too grown for that,¡± Odette cautiously took a step back to create more space between them. Bastian offered a faint smile, nodding as if comprehending her hesitance. He then sighed and turned away, his movements noticeably slowed and muted, as if he had reached the threshold of his intoxication. Bastian stumbled, his movements unsteady, as he traversed the room and tumbled onto the bed, collapsing as if in a free fall. Odette stood by the fireplace, standing watch over him, observing the scene unfold. The man, typically composed with an impenetrable demeanor, drifted into slumber without properly enveloping himself in the covers. Odette approached the bed, tending to her final duty of the day. Dealing with an inebriated individual posed no challenge for her. Her experience in caring for her father had honed her proficiency in this less-than-warm skill. Odette adjusted the lighting in the room, subtly dimming the glow that emanated from the bedside table lamp. She diligently tidied up his scattered slippers, restoring order to the disarray. Straightening Bastian¡¯s body on the bed proved to be a more arduous task than anticipated, given his robust and imposing physique¡ªa stark contrast to her father¡¯s frame. Holding her breath, Odette worked silently, meticulously covering Bastian¡¯s body with the blanket, ensuring he lay flat and comfortably cocooned within its warmth. Yet, to safeguard Tira, she has to betray this very man. Confronting the harsh reality, all traces of hesitation that had lingered within her were now extinguished, leaving her resolute in her decision. Bound by a profound sense of loyalty towards her cherished family, and tethered by a contractual obligation spanning two years as an employer. A child, Tira, endowed with little, and a man who possessed abundant wealth and privilege. The decision, once cast, was firmly set in stone, and Odette harbored no desire to reverse the course she had chosen. As she found herself transfixed by the tranquil visage of Bastian, his slumbering countenance captivating her gaze, the resonant chime of a clock striking one o¡¯clock reached her ears. With half-closed eyes fluttering open, Odette extinguished the lamp¡¯s glow and gracefully rose to her feet. If someone had to descend into the depths of hell, it will be her. Driven by an unwavering resolve to unearth the truth for Tira, Odette made a solemn vow. And now, the time had come for her to bear the weight of those words, unwavering in her determination. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The day started off pretty much the same as any other for Bastian. The alarm went off at the prescribed time, and he got himself cleaned up and ready for work. The only indication of the chaotic night before was the way he occasionally looked over his shoulder in Odette¡¯s direction, almost as if he were looking for her. He was clueless about it. The conclusion he reached, in the end, just as pointless as that. Odette sat at a slight distance from the breakfast table, creating a perceptible gap between her and the scene before her. Although no overt signs of discomfort lingered from the events of the previous night, it remained challenging to ascertain her true state of mind. Skilled in concealing her emotions, Odette wears a gentle smile even when she doesn¡¯t genuinely desire to do so. Yet, in that moment, Bastian found himself suffocating under the weight of this aspect of her character that he had once admired. It appeared to him as nothing more than a whimsical foolishness. ¡°Are you not inclined to assume the role of an astrologer or fortune-teller today?¡± Bastian¡¯s playful query broke the silence, trying to make a light-hearted tone into the atmosphere. Odette, taken aback by the unexpected question, finally looked up at him. Her eyes betrayed a faint redness, perhaps indicating a lack of sleep. In a gentle observation of him, Odette grasped the spoon delicately, and shortly thereafter, a subtle cracking sound filled the air as she deftly cracked a boiled egg. ¡°According to a whimsical horoscope, fortune favors those who steer clear of alcohol,¡± Odette playfully imparted a fabricated prediction, her gaze focused on the fractured eggshell. Prompted by her mischievous remark, Bastian couldn¡¯t contain his laughter, his mirthful outburst echoing in the room. It appeared that his tipsy husband¡¯s demeanor clashed with the grace and poise befitting an elegant lady like Odette. ¡°In a change of roles, allow me to read your fortune this time,¡± Bastian¡¯s laughter subsided as he reached out and took hold of Odette¡¯s egg cup. The butler, who had been in the midst of approaching to pour coffee, was caught off guard and froze momentarily in his tracks. With careful precision, Bastian imitated his wife, gently cracking the eggshell. In that moment, he seemed to transform into an entirely different individual, a sight unfamiliar to those who knew him well. Lovis, struggling with the inability to determine an appropriate response, looked in a different direction. The newly bright morning sunlight was accompanied by the sound of someone pouring weak coffee into a cup. After giving the egg a cursory examination for a moment, Bastian¡¯s eyes swiftly returned to Odette. ¡°Today, you must being careful of drunkards.¡± Odette¡¯s eyes blinked rapidly as she smiled slightly. It was a face expression that lasted for only a split second, yet its residual impact was felt for a considerable amount of time afterward. ¡°Odette¡­¡± near the end of the breakfast, as the atmosphere grew more relaxed, Bastian¡¯s voice impulsively called out her name. ¡°Yes, Bastian, please go ahead,¡± Odette placed her water glass down and met his gaze directly. ¡®Is there something you want to say¡­?¡¯ The question Odette had asked to him the previous night suddenly resurfaced in Bastian¡¯s mind. It appeared as though her eyes were filled with desperation, as if silently pleading for an answer, yet he found it difficult to trust his intoxicated memories. ¡°Did¡­ Did you mention that you were also invited to the Emperor¡¯s banquet?¡± Bastian eventually opted for a deflective question, evading the heart of the matter. It felt like a morning where the haze of last night¡¯s alcohol still clung to his thoughts. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡®You are to become Odette¡¯s shadow for the time being¡¯ With the duty to meticulously observe and report every minute detail, Molly received an additional instruction to keep a close watch on matters related to her father. Having committed the contents of the letter to memory, Molly tossed it into the burning drum barrel, its flames consuming the written words. Unnoticed by the others engrossed in their own tasks, the young maid went about her duties with little notice. Stepping across the yard, bathed in the faint glow of sunlight, Molly made her way back to the mansion, ready to continue her assigned responsibilities. Under the gentle glow of the pale sunlight, Molly made her way across the yard, heading back to the mansion. The morning followed its usual routine, with Molly diligently assisting the lady of the house and tending to Margrethe¡¯s meals. After carefully arranging the festival hat and dress that had arrived from Sabine¡¯s wardrobe, a long-awaited break finally arrived. A summons came from the madam¡¯s study, cutting through the moment of respite. ¡°It¡¯s the madam¡¯s study. I¡¯ll leave!¡± Without hesitation, Molly raised her hand. A tinge of regret washed over her as she glanced at the untouched tea in her cup, but she knew there was no time to dwell on such trivial matters. Duty called, and she was ready to respond. ¡°Oh, my! If anyone catches sight of you, they might mistake you for the lady of the house herself,¡± the housekeeper chuckled. Molly felt a slight flush of embarrassment, as if her innermost thoughts had been laid bare, but she maintained her composure and showed no signs of being flustered. ¡°Madam!¡± Molly hurriedly made her way to the small study, her heart pounding with anticipation. She knocked on the door with a sense of modesty and respect. ¡°Come in, Molly,¡± came Odette¡¯s serene voice from behind the closed door. After giving a playful pat to the lively puppy that had eagerly approached her, Molly stood before Odette¡¯s desk, her expression radiant and cheery. ¡°We have another guest arriving this afternoon. Should I inform Dora to adjust the preparations for tea time?¡± Odette asked, looking up from sealing the final letter. ¡°Yes, madam¡± Molly responded promptly, her voice filled with dutiful respect. ¡°Here are the letters to be sent out today. I would be grateful if you could take care of them,¡± Odette handed over the stack of mail. ¡°Yes, of course. Is there anything else I can assist you with?¡± ¡°Will you please inform Hans that I will be going out tomorrow morning?¡± Molly¡¯s eyes lit up with excitement ¡°Are you visiting Ratz, madam?¡± ¡°No, I am going to visit my father,¡± Odette smiled as she organized her pen and ink. ¡°I¡¯ve tried to keep my distance from my father for the sake of my husband, but no matter what, it feels too heartless. It seems that my father has been seriously injured and is lying in a hospital bed. Can¡¯t you understand my feelings?¡± ¡°Indeed,¡± Molly nodded. Memories of her father, a drunkard who had met his demise due to alcohol, had long faded away. But now, it was time to fabricate a worthy lie to satisfy Odette¡¯s expectations. ¡°Well, wouldn¡¯t it be better for me to come with my husband? What do you think, Molly?¡± ¡°So you wanna go to the hospital with master?¡± ¡°It would be a nice opportunity to show my father how well our marriage is going. I believe there would be much for the two of them to talk about.¡± Molly¡¯s eyes widened in surprise. She may not have been well-informed, but involving Bastian Klauswitz in this game or situation didn¡¯t strike her as a wise decision. ¡°Of course, that would be ideal, but with the naval festival approaching, will master, who is already so busy, be able to find the time?¡± ¡°Fortunately, it appears that he will have some free time tomorrow,¡± Odette reassured, her smile warm as she gently stroked the puppy in her arms. ¡°You may leave now. Well done, Molly,¡± Odette praised, her gaze filled with kindness. Molly nodded and quickly left the small study. It seemed that she would have to embark on another swift journey through the forest today. CH 77 Odette pulled on the reins, directing the horse away from the promenade and onto a side road. The horse, displaying its intelligence, promptly understood the command and turned as instructed. The rhythmic beat of their hooves resonated along the forest path, which was adorned with the rich and lively colors of autumn leaves. As Odette neared the edge of the Black Forest, nestled amidst two grand mansions, their journey came to a pause. ¡°This is the way,¡± Odette¡¯s eyes unwaveringly fixed on the somber forest despite the brightness of the day. Theodora Klauswitz possessed an informant within her household, allowing her to meticulously monitor her activities and whereabouts, cunningly laying a trap. During the course of Odette¡¯s inquiry, the young maid named Molly emerged as the prime suspect. Molly¡¯s humble position as a maid, despite the fact that she played the role of a close observer of the hostess, made it simple for her to keep in touch with the primary family in a covert manner without drawing attention to herself or raising suspicions. Molly, who had just lately started working at the estate, did not have any emotional tie to Bastian, which led Odette to the conclusion that she was the most likely person to do the crime. This was especially true when one considers that Molly had only just recently started working there. With meticulous care, Odette fastened the reins securely to a robust birch tree before venturing into the forest with a sense of confidence. As anticipated, Molly fell into the trap, unable to resist its allure. Overwhelmed by fear, the maid hurriedly fled deeper into the woods. From the vantage point of a balcony that offered a view of both the garden and the forest, Odette maintained a vigilant watch over the unfolding scene. Even in the face of betrayal, Odette remained emotionally unperturbed. The truth was, she had never truly confided her deepest feelings to Molly, despite their seemingly close bond as maid and mistress. Though Odette felt a tinge of shame over Molly¡¯s easily deceived nature, she herself remained unaffected. It was all a part of the past. What truly held significance was the future that lay ahead. ¡°Molly.¡± ¡°Ah, Madam?¡± Odette stood before her, her gaze fixed upon Molly. The child held a collection of wild flowers delicately in her hands. Molly, hailing from the countryside, harbored a profound love for the forest. Frequently, she faced reprimands from Dora for her habit of exploring the woods whenever an opportunity arose. Having discreetly observed Molly on several occasions, Odette detected a burgeoning fascination in the child for plucking wild flowers. It reminded her of Tira, a cheerful child who would joyfully present flowers to others. Odette, unbeknownst to Molly, always cherished the offerings from her hidden informant. Contemplating the situation at present, she found it quite amusing. ¡°Have you completed your task, Molly?¡± Odette asked calmly. ¡°I apologize, madam,¡± Molly casually expressed, approaching Odette with a carefree countenance and a genuine smile. Odette mustered her resolve to uncover why Theodora had entrusted such a weighty task to this young girl. ¡°From now on, I will be the one handling all communication between you and your parents.¡± ¡°Yes madam, if that¡¯s what you desire,¡± Molly responded casually, nodding her head. A shiver traveled down her spine, but Odette concealed any visible reaction. ¡°Then return and deliver the message to your master once again. Inform her that Bastian will not interfere. Additionally, let her know that I will provide a definitive answer once I have met with my father,¡± Odette commanded, locking her gaze with Molly¡¯s unwavering eyes. Though Molly wasn¡¯t thrilled about taking the longer route, she obediently nodded in agreement. ¡°Yes. By the way, madam, this is for you,¡± Molly said, almost turning around, as she offered a bouquet of wild flowers. ¡°Don¡¯t you want to accept it? Flowers are innocent,¡± Molly sighed, her gaze fixed on the unmoving figure of Odette. Molly shrugged, then tossed the cherished wild flowers onto the roadside. The wind carried the vibrant chrysanthemums, adorning the desolate path in a scattered exhibition. Odette remained silent as she watched Molly¡¯s figure fade into the distance, reassured that Molly would not jeopardize the plan. At least one concern had been alleviated. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°It¡¯s all right now, my dear. Our family won¡¯t fall,¡± Jeff Klauswitz¡¯s face glowing with joy after the phone call. It was an expression that Theodora hadn¡¯t witnessed since Bastian had deprived him of the rights to the railroad construction. ¡°Has something good happened?¡± Theodora attempted to mask her anxiety and forced a smile. Franz, who had paused his meal, also looked at his father with an awkward smile on his face. ¡°I have discovered an investment opportunity that can offset our losses. It is a diamond mine with immense potential for extraction,¡± Jeff Klauswitz announced, walking back to his seat at the breakfast table with confidence. ¡°Can we trust this information?¡± ¡°Absolutely. Several influential investors have already put their money into the mine and achieved significant returns. Herhardt is one of them, so there is no need for further verification,¡± Jeff Klauswitz confirmed. ¡°But my dear, let us not be too hasty. In times like these¡­¡± ¡°Why? Could it be that your husband is a fool, falling for a tin mine?¡± Jeff interjected, bursting into laughter. ¡°We conducted a thorough investigation on our part as well. Everything checks out. There is no room for doubt.¡± ¡°That¡¯s reassuring to hear. I¡¯m glad that all our efforts have paid off,¡± Theodora congratulated her husband on his stroke of good luck. Jeff Clausitz was a stern and uncompromising businessman. Due to his quick temper, he was occasionally susceptible to impulsive judgments. However, he was not foolish enough to fall prey to a futile scam. ¡°Rise and shine, Franz. You should hurry and head to work,¡± Jeff declared, devouring the remaining food in one swift motion, then clapping his hands loudly. Franz¡¯s plate was still partially full, but he seemed unwilling to indulge his son. The atmosphere was charged with an impending storm, a sense of tension looming in the air. Jeff Klauswitz, filled with impatience, swiftly completed his preparations and departed from the mansion. Franz, faithfully trailing behind his father, followed suit. Theodora bid farewell to her husband and son, maintaining a cheerful countenance for an extended period. It was a brisk autumn morning that transported her back to the days of yore, when she could envision a promising future and bask in happiness, before Bastian exposed her true nature. ¡°Bastian¡­.¡± Theodora recollected the name once more as the car carrying her husband and son drove away, disappearing on the opposite side of the mansion¡¯s driveway. In her perception, Bastian was akin to a wild beast, moving with calculated precision. He would patiently crouch, waiting for the opportune moment to swiftly strike at the prey¡¯s throat. This trait was evident not only in his strategic maneuvers but also in his ability to seize and accumulate wealth. Theodora pondered the lingering possibility of the child¡¯s hidden motive. As she entered the mansion¡¯s lobby, she prepared herself for the worst-case scenario. She understood that she couldn¡¯t dissuade her husband without a well-defined plan. This was not the time for hesitation or solely focusing on her own preservation. Nevertheless, the circumstances appeared suspiciously advantageous, reminiscent of a carefully laid trap. ¡°Madam! Madam!¡± Nancy called out urgently as Theodora prepared to climb the first flight of stairs. The maid scanned the surroundings, then discreetly passed her an envelope hidden under her sleeve before swiftly departing. The envelope contained a letter from Molly, originating from a location beyond the woods. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Maybe I should write a memoir,¡± Duke Dyssen entertained the thought, and a glimmer of hope sparked in his eyes. He envisioned narrating the story of his passionate love affair with the imperial princess, the subsequent tragic downfall, and even becoming a victim of his own daughter¡¯s crime. If he were to pen this captivating tale, it would undoubtedly become a sensational masterpiece, destined to top the charts of best-selling books. Why had this idea not crossed his mind earlier? He fumed with anger at his own foolishness. Struggling to gather strength, he hastily resumed his seat and frantically rang the call bell. The toll of illness had reduced him to a mere semblance of a living corpse, barely resembling the man he once was. ¡°Hey, caregiver! Caregiver!¡± Duke Dyssen called out in a rush, his voice filled with anxiety, towards the tightly shut door of his hospital room. To compound the situation, the previously helpful caregiver had abruptly quit overnight, leaving him to face numerous hardships without a single explanation. Despite managing to find a replacement caregiver, he was dissatisfied with her lack of diligence and incompetence. Never had he envisioned that Odette would persist in treating him with such disdain even after receiving his letter! Overwhelmed by the resentment surging from the depths of his heart, he furiously hurled the pillow onto the floor, followed by a vase and a glass of water from the bedside table. The anger that was once solely directed at Odette now transformed into a sense of unease. Perhaps she had already found a substitute for him. It seemed she had satisfied her needs, especially since she now had a wealthy and influential husband by her side. What if he was unknowingly being poisoned within the confines of this prison-like hospital room, with no mice or birds to bear witness? The all-consuming anxiety engulfed him, prompting him to cry out in agony as he struck his crippled leg. Memories surged back, the pain intensified. This was a tragic outcome triggered by Helene¡¯s opposition to the choice of sending Tira to an orphanage. The princess, who had once embraced the maid responsible for seducing her husband and bearing their illegitimate child, now reemerged as a vindictive force, seeking vengeance. ¡°Are you deliberately ignoring me now? If you don¡¯t appear this instant, I will cut all ties with you!¡± Summoning his remaining strength, Duke Dyssen reached for the bell string once again. However, before he could ring it, a knock echoed through the room. He abruptly ceased his rattling and turned his head towards the sound. If it were a caregiver or a medical staff member, there would be no need for such formalities. A glimmer of hope flickered within him as he anticipated who stood behind the door. With a sense of astonishment, Duke Dyssen¡¯s eyes widened as he beheld the lady standing before him, her presence both unexpected and intriguing. ¡°Odette¡­?¡± In a state of dazed confusion, he observed the graceful sway of the red hem of her skirt, reminiscent of autumn leaves, as she approached with delicate steps. Odette quietly shut the door behind her, maintaining a composed demeanor that appeared undisturbed by the chaotic state of the hospital room. Bowing politely, Odette exuded an air of serenity, seemingly unaffected by the surrounding chaos. Duke Dyssen found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her, his mind swirling with a multitude of thoughts that left him momentarily speechless. He gasped for breath, as if sensing the lingering taste of uncertainty in the air. ¡°You¡­you dare¡­¡± Duke Dyssen finally managed to find his voice, but Odette, who had paused for a brief moment, resumed her stride. Her eyes held no visible hint of guilt as she maintained unwavering eye contact with him, standing tall and composed. ¡°If your aim was to bring misfortune upon the entire family, then congratulations, you have succeeded.¡± Odette¡¯s voice rang out as she stopped a step away from the bed, greeting her father with a single word. Her face, pale and devoid of any emotion, bore an uncanny resemblance to a lifeless wax doll. The lack of vitality in her complexion only served to highlight the cold, gleaming eyes that exuded an eerie aura. Caught off guard by the intensity of the situation, Duke Dyssen fought to regain his composure and find his voice, while Odette closed the remaining distance between them. ¡°Why did you do it?¡± Odette¡¯s question pierced the air, the weight of its significance hanging palpably in the silence. Yet, any glimmer of joy that Duke Dyssen had initially felt swiftly dissipated upon hearing her words. ¡°Did you truly believe it would benefit you to place that letter in the hands of that person?¡± Odette inquired, her tone carrying a mix of curiosity and disbelief. ¡°That person? ¡°Who did receive the letter I sent you?¡± Duke Dyssen found the question preposterous and responded with genuine sincerity. CH 78 ¡°I never sent her any letter! Don¡¯t you know that?!¡± Duke Dyssen exclaimed, his voice growing louder as he voiced his disagreement. Odette lowered her gaze and met her father¡¯s eyes. He seemed fragile, like a troubled child in need of comfort. She wished it was all a lie, but deep down, Odette was already aware. Her father spoke nothing but the truth. Theodora Klauswitz had indeed pilfered her father¡¯s letters, and considering all the evidence, this was the only rational conclusion. Odette felt her heart racing erratically, but she hid her anxiety behind a composed demeanor. Taking a deliberate breath, she gathered herself and confronted her father with a calm resolve. ¡°Has there been a recent departure from the hospital staff?¡± ¡°Unexpectedly, one of the caregivers vanished without a trace¡­¡± his frustration evident in his sigh. ¡°She took the letter?! Are you sure?!¡± Duke Dyssen vented his anger towards the missing caregiver. Despite having two caregivers working in shifts, there was only one woman entrusted with the responsibility of handling the letters. She possessed remarkable intelligence and a deep knowledge of literature. It seemed there was no need to speculate on the identity of the culprit. While observing the silent Odette, Duke Dyssen¡¯s expression suddenly transformed, and he erupted into laughter. ¡°This is all about revenge for your sins. So the wicked stepmother, the enemy of the enemy, has exposed the vulnerabilities of a thousand things. Magnificent! If it is revealed in detail, not only will I remain unharmed, but the entire empire will see the true nature of the celebrated hero. I should have sent her a letter! It was my mistake not to do so.¡± Duke Dyssen¡¯s glared at Odette. ¡°I will make sure that Tira, who has brought me to this state, is undoubtedly sent to prison! As for you, who have become a partner, you will not escape the consequences, so be prepared. And let us not forget the so-called hero who became your husband. All of you shall descend into hell¡­¡± ¡°What comes next then? What fate awaits you?¡± Odette interjected coldly, she had already found herself trapped in a predicament with seemingly no way out. Accepting this harsh reality, the true nature of her surroundings became clearer. Her foremost concern was to silence her father¡¯s destructive words. While it wouldn¡¯t completely resolve the hopeless situation, it would at least prevent it from escalating further. Thus, Odette resolved to take the most appropriate course of action available to her in the present moment. ¡°I am already half-paralyzed. If I were to die, it might not hold much significance, but the circumstances are different for you,¡± Duke Dyssen threatened, his eyes darting anxiously. ¡°To avert such misfortunes, it would be wise for you to arrange for my immediate release from this place. If you demonstrate enough sincerity in rectifying your past wrongdoings, who knows? Perhaps I might reconsider my stance.¡± ¡°No, father. That will not happen,¡± Odette shook her head. Her father¡¯s true motives, which had become clear to her, aligned perfectly with her expectations. The underlying lust driving him eradicated any remaining shreds of pity and guilt that had once plagued her heart like thorns. ¡°Bastian is unaware of the truth regarding the incident. If he had known, he would never have married me. Why would an ambitious man on the path to triumph choose to marry a woman burdened with such a troubling secret?¡± ¡°You are Dyssen, Odette! Are you suggesting that our family is inferior to that of a son of a junk dealer?¡± ¡°Yes, I am Odette Dyssen. The daughter of a princess who was abandoned for betraying the fallen duke and the empire. I am merely an aristocrat in name, burdened with a father consumed by gambling and alcohol. That is my identity.¡± Odette¡¯s resolute words brought a sudden stillness to the hospital room. ¡°The present-day Dyssen family does not dare to oppose the Klauswitz family. If it weren¡¯t for the Emperor¡¯s intervention, Bastian Klauswitz would never have married me.¡± ¡°You, how can you say that¡­¡± Duke Dyssen¡¯s voice wavered with disbelief. ¡°That marriage proposal was my final chance at a better life. After your accident, I was overwhelmed by the responsibility of caring for both you, a disabled father, and Tira. I couldn¡¯t burden the man who offered me a lifeline out of pity with the truth.¡± ¡°My daughter¡­ Odette, the last shred of pride for the Dyssen family. Are you implying that you¡¯ve stooped so low as to become a prostitute to the grandson of a junk dealer?¡± Duke Dyssen¡¯s face contorted with a profound sense of humiliation. Odette couldn¡¯t suppress a soft laugh, her heart filled with a blend of sympathy and sadness for her father¡¯s pride that he had yet to let go of. ¡°Now I can¡¯t even be a prostitute. Thanks to my father, I am forever tainted,¡± With vacant eyes, she stared on the autumn forest beyond the window of the hospital room. She wanted to be a good wife. Even if it meant adhering to the boundaries of their arrangement. Odette had earnestly worked towards fulfilling her assigned role, hoping that the two years she spent with Bastian would be cherished memories. However, at this moment, everything felt utterly devoid of purpose. ¡°Please remain quiet, father. Live as if you were dead.¡± Odette looked at her father, but her eyes was devoid of any emotional response. Despite Duke Dyssen¡¯s furious struggles and screams, her composure remained unshaken. ¡°Is it not sufficient that you¡¯ve made me into this? And now you dare to threaten me!?¡± Duke Dyssen exclaimed. ¡°Should this become known, Bastian will leave me. Consequently, he will no longer be obliged to cover your medical expenses.¡± ¡°If I can escape this place, it would be for the best!¡± Duke Dyssen declared. ¡°Well, then. Once Tira is imprisoned and I am punished as her accomplice, who will look after you? Do you truly believe there are any remaining options for you?¡± ¡°That¡­¡± ¡°Father, please bear in mind that once the truth about the accident emerges, you will find yourself homeless. If fortune favors you, you may even end up in a workhouse,¡± Odette conveyed with a soft voice that contrasted with her youthful visage, delivering a bone-chilling warning. Duke Dyssen, now partially dazed, let out a pained groan. ¡°Even if Tira was the one who pushed you, what does it matter? Your memories have all returned, but why did you erase the fact that it happened because you attacked the child to steal the money?¡± ¡°Odette!¡± ¡°This is always how you are. I¡¯ve known it all along and always tolerated it, but not anymore,¡± Odette took a deep breath as she reached for the overcoat hanging on the back of the chair. In the midst of the chaotic situation, she found herself reminiscing about the good old days¡ªthe idyllic moments when her father had been a caring presence, and they were a loving family. Yet, she realized that clinging onto those memories had been holding her back. She understood that the time had come to release them and bid a bittersweet farewell to those cherished moments. ¡°It was an act of self-defense and a mistake. Father, throughout Tira¡¯s entire life, you have denied her existence and treated her poorly. You have no right to pass judgment on what is right or wrong. ¡° Odette spoke earnestly, her eyes reflecting a deep loneliness that resembled the melancholy of autumn. ¡°This is the delicate line I am managing to walk somehow. Take one more step, and all three of us will plummet off the cliff.¡± Her eyes had now turned so red that even the shade of her hat couldn¡¯t conceal it. ¡°I implore you, for the sake of my mother who watches over us from heaven, please hold onto your last shreds of dignity and humanity, Father.¡± Odette brought her palms together and lowered her head as she clenched her fists. After being eerily calm during what seemed like an eternity, the hospital room soon started to quake with bloody howls. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Impulsively, Bastian found himself purchasing flowers. His gaze narrowed as he observed the bouquet being packed by the cheerful flower shop owner, who hummed a tune. It was the day when Mrs. Gross and Dr. Kramer were to be invited to Ardenne. This decision was made in anticipation of his imminent departure after the festival. Thus, Bastian felt compelled to arrange a final meal together, a place where they could share one last gathering. Whenever he visited his aunt, Bastian would always seek out a special place to find flowers as a gift for Maria, who had a fondness for them. Today was no exception. As he perused the shop, his eyes unexpectedly fell upon a familiar sight¡ªthe very same flower that Odette had discovered near the valley stream last summer. Bastian immediately recognized it. While memories of other wildflowers had faded over time, this particular flower remained vivid in his mind, for it bore a striking resemblance to her. ¡°Your wife must possess remarkable nobility and beauty.¡± The owner, with considerable experience in the floral trade said. He placed the first bouquet adorned with exquisite packaging, picked up the next one, a surprise gift for Odette. ¡°I have been in this business for a while, yet you are the first gentleman to select an iris, symbolizing resemblance to his wife. Most people tend to favor roses or lilies.¡± With evident curiosity, the flower shop owner fixed their gaze upon Bastian. In that moment, it dawned on Bastian that he had made an error¡ªa realization that came a little too late. ¡®Wouldn¡¯t it be lovely if we could have arranged the flowers in a more elegant manner, especially considering her youthful charm?¡¯ The primary problem arose when the owner received the request to include a bouquet of irises. ¡®Oh, it¡¯s fine.¡¯ Bastian replied, though it would have been more fitting if the owner had fulfilled the request earlier. ¡®This particular flower bears a resemblance to your wife. I¡¯m certain she will love it¡¯ The owner offered, attempting to justify their earlier oversight with a somewhat feeble remark. Faced with this unsatisfactory response, Bastian had no choice but to manage the frustrating situation at hand. Iris. Bastian contemplated the name of the flower he had just been introduced to. As the owner had mentioned, the iris was indeed an elegant and visually striking bloom. ¡°Very well, Sir. The task is now complete,¡± the owner said, showcasing their astute problem-solving skills and efficiently packaging the flowers for Odette. After completing the transaction, Bastian hurriedly exited the store. The city center teemed with bustling crowds, and all eyes turned to the resolute figure of an officer striding along the main street, clutching a bag brimming with flowers. Navigating his way through the throngs of people, Bastian was solely focused on the innocuous nature of the floral arrangement. As he reached the spot where he had parked his car, the street lamps illuminated the surroundings, serving as a poignant reminder that the season of short daylight hours had arrived. With care, he placed the bouquet on the passenger seat before settling into the car himself. A feeling of irreversibility washed over him, as if he had engaged in an ultimately futile endeavor. After all, weren¡¯t flowers a customary and unremarkable gift? Bastian ceased his contemplation and ignited the engine, shifting his focus to the task at hand. Presenting flowers to his aunt held no particular significance, especially considering that Odette¡¯s bouquet appeared minuscule and unassuming compared to Mrs. Gross¡¯s grand arrangement. It almost seemed fitting, as if it were an apt addition to the existing collection. Having swiftly adjusted the arrangement of the meticulously tied ribbon, courtesy of the owner, Bastian wasted no time and promptly set the car in motion. The city embraced an air of tranquil obscurity on this early autumn night, cloaked in a serene darkness that enveloped the surroundings. CH 79 Maria Gross¡¯s eyes widened in awe, for in that fleeting moment, it seemed as if heaven and earth had unveiled their secrets before her very eyes. Glancing at the young Bastian, her astonishment mirrored the expression on Dr. Kramer¡¯s face, seated right beside her. With work delaying his arrival, Bastian eventually entered the house, greeted by a room filled with guests. Clutched in his hand was a stunning bouquet. Yet, the enchantment quickly waned as Maria¡¯s jaw dropped upon spotting another bouquet he had secretly crafted for his wife. In a quick glimpse, Odette¡¯s bouquet seemed noticeably smaller and simpler compared to Maria¡¯s, a deliberate choice by a thoughtful nephew determined to cast his aunt as the day¡¯s protagonist. However, Maria immediately sensed the genuine sincerity within the modest bunch of irises that Bastian presented to his wife. Just as what men would usually do, her nephew selected a bouquet from the array of options¡ªa lovely prearranged creation adorned with a harmonious blend of widely cherished flower types, similar to the one he had presented to her moments ago. However, it was evident that the irises he bestowed upon his wife had been carefully chosen by his own hands. While not an exceedingly rare bloom, it stood apart from the ordinary. Maria would confidently wager that no sensible florist would include irises in a gentleman¡¯s floral order unless expressly instructed to do so. Maria couldn¡¯t help but burst into laughter, finding the situation hard to believe. From the moment Bastian handed the bouquet of irises to his wife, his gaze never wavered, remaining fixated on heis wife every move. Even the tiniest gesture or fleeting glance from Odette received his unwavering attention. He appeared like a lovesick teenager experiencing the thrill of first love. On the other hand, Maria was equally astounded by Odette¡¯s ability to maintainher proper manners while being intensely stared. ¡°I didn¡¯t expect that Bastian would become such a pathetic husband.¡± Dr. Kramer whispered, and Maria only responded with a faint smile. ¡°Supper is served. Kindly go to the dining room.¡± Just as the butler arrived, Bastian finally turned his gaze away from his wife and approached Maria with a calm demeanor, ready to accompany her. ¡°Allow me to lead the way, Mrs. Gross,¡± he said with a relaxed smile. It was the familiar countenance of Bastian Klauswitz that Maria recognized, displaying a blend of subtle determination and playful mischief, rendering him all the more captivating. ¡®Maybe it was an illusion stemming from my aging eyes.¡¯ Maria reassured herself, grasping her nephew¡¯s hand. If Bastian was still unaware, it was best to keep it that way¨C he had the face of a man deeply smitten with lovewho was in love. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The dinner was an absolute delight, with delectable cuisine and meticulously crafted drinks. A harmonious blend of heartfelt conversations and laughter filled the air, creating a welcoming atmosphere. As the final main course was whisked away from the table, Odette couldn¡¯t help but release a breath of relief. This extraordinary feast had been prepared amidst chaos, and without the aid of skilled servants, she wouldn¡¯t have achieved such culinary perfection. She drank cold water to awaken her ever-fading consciousness. After meeting her father, she found it difficult to think properly¨Cto the point she couldn¡¯t even quite remember how she got back to the Ardenne. The events of a few hours ago seemed distant, almost like a distant memory. ¡®Wake up.¡¯ Odette repeated her mantra countless times during the dinner to brace herself. She pushed through the tasteless food, hoping to hold on a bit longer with a kind smile. However, as the dessert was served, the ensuing conversation trapped her in a difficult position. ¡°It¡¯s truly a shame that such amiable newlyweds must endure two years of separation. Why not consider accompanying your husband to his new assignment, Mrs. Klauswitz?¡± Dr. Kramer inquired. Odette grasped the meaning of the question with a delayed realization, her expression filled with confusion as she scanned the surroundings. She hoped that someone would also show a surprised reaction, but such a wish did not come true. Everyone sitting around the table seemed to already know about Bastian¡¯s plan, except for one person¡ªhis wife, Odette Klauswitz. ¡°But you wouldn¡¯t be able to stay with Bastian during his training regardless. It wouldn¡¯t be much different from staying here,¡± Maria Gross looked at Bastian and raised an objection. Odette managed to muster a smile. ¡®Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll make every effort not to raise any suspicions,¡¯ she reassured, remembering the promise she had made to Bastian. ¡°I believe it¡¯s far preferable for you to stay here rather than living alone, awaiting your husband in an unfamiliar place. The Trosa Islands can be quite desolate, posing challenges for a young woman like yourself, isn¡¯t that so, Odette?¡± Odette obediently nodded, ¡°Yes, I would prefer to remain in Ardenne. I don¡¯t wish to burden my husband, and moreover, there is still much work in the mansion that requires my attention.¡± ¡°Your mindset is commendable, Odette. It would indeed be challenging for the hostess to depart when the foundation of the new household has not yet been established,¡± ¡°What are your thoughts, Bastian?¡± Dr. Kramer, seemingly persistent, posed the question once more. Odette glanced at Bastian with a hint of tension, her well-proportioned face cast in shadows by the soft glow of the elegant candlesticks ¡°Bastian?¡± With a smile, Bastian raised his glass, drawing the attention of those present. ¡°I will honor my wife¡¯s wishes,¡± he declared, taking a sip of wine to wet his lips. He fixed a calm gaze upon Odette, reminiscent of the moment when he had shared the news of the war with her. ¡°Thank you, Bastian,¡± Odette expressed, bringing a conclusion to the tense conversation. If she hadn¡¯t been sincere, he wouldn¡¯t have been hurt. The betrayal of his deceitful wife wouldn¡¯t stain his heart. Odette was glad that her intentions were nothing more than that. Once again, she chose to appreciate this fact, which proved to be the right decision. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* As Molly entered the bedroom, carefully holding a vase of irises, Odette kept a watchful eye on the child¡¯s movements through the vanity mirror. Mindful of the head maid, Dora, who was preoccupied with combing her hair, Odette made sure to be cautious in her actions, to avoid arousing suspicion. However¡­something was amiss. Just as the head maid, Dora, set down the comb, Molly¡¯s behavior took a peculiar turn. Locking eyes with Odette through the mirror, the child furrowed her eyebrows, seemingly signaling something. Without wasting a moment, Molly discreetly slipped a note concealed in her sleeve and cleverly placed it beneath the vase. Catching Odette¡¯s brief glance, Molly smiled brightly. Her expression stirred a pang of regret within Odette, reminding her of the past when she had believed Molly and Tira to be alike. ¡°Have a pleasant evening, madam,¡± Dora concluded her tasks and bid a polite farewell before departing alongside Molly. As their footsteps faded into the distance, Odette rose from her seat. With haste, she grasped the vase and discovered a neatly folded note resting beneath it. Her heart raced, a flurry of anticipation coursing through her, as she fought to steady herself before unfurling the note with hands that trembled. But the air of suspense surrounding her was shattered by the jarring intrusion of abrupt footsteps echoing through the passageway, linking the two bedrooms. Odette quickly hide the note within the pocket of her gown. Moments later, the door swung open, leaving her with little opportunity to reposition herself. She anxiously shifted her focus to the irises in the vase. With delicate touches, Odette pretended to admire the petals, acting as though everything was perfectly normal. ¡°Odette,¡± Bastian called out, pausing briefly at the door before entering the bedroom. ¡°Oh, the flowers are absolutely lovely,¡± she exclaimed with a warm smile, lightly caressing the petals. Meanwhile, Bastian stood by his wife, arms casually folded, watching the flower ¡°I don¡¯t mind, Bastian. I understand you.¡± Odette suddenly said. ¡°Understand?¡± Bastian let out a laugh, though inwardly he felt a sense of discomfort. The unexpected announcement of his imminent departure unsettled him. It made him question whether it would seem as if he were deceiving Odette? He pondered over the right words to dispel any misunderstandings that may have arisen. These thoughts had been swirling in his mind since the incident caused by the talkative Dr. Kramer until the present moment. However, she assured him that she understood. Her understanding brought a sense of relief to him, as her response aligned with his expectations. Yet, inexplicably, a feeling of unease lingered within him seeing Odette¡¯s overly plain attitude. ¡°If you were worried that I would insist on going with you¡­You don¡¯t have to worry about that, Bastian. I¡¯ll wait here if that is what you want.¡± Odette said. Bastian, unable to find a suitable response, remained silent. ¡°There are not many days left to spend together. I don¡¯t want to ruin the rest of the time with things that have already happened.¡± Odette murmured softly as she continued to toy with the flower petals ¡°So Bastian, I¡¯m fine.¡±She chuckled, though her eyes betrayed the shimmer of tears she held back. ¡°I hope you¡¯re okay too.¡± ¡®Let¡¯s go together.¡¯ Bastian found himself clenching his empty fists repeatedly to bear the weight of the words that welled up within him. ¡°Bastian, you must be tired. Go and sleep first.¡± ¡°How about you?¡± ¡°I¡¯ll rest soon, after spending more time admiring these flowers,¡± she replied, catching him off guard. Bastian couldn¡¯t help but let out a helpless laugh. A woman who found joy in the simple beauty of a few flowers. He had conflicting feelings about her. It both pleased and irritated him at the same time. Bastian discreetly turned away, hiding the emotions that swirled within him. With each passing moment, the bedroom dimmed as the lights extinguished, intensifying the glow emanating from the crackling fireplace. Bidding farewell to the bedside lamp, Bastian settled himself on the bed. Odette remained motionless for an extended duration, waiting patiently until Bastian succumbed to sleep. Seizing the opportunity, she cautiously unraveled the concealed note, unveiling its secrets in the depths of the abyss-like night. As her gaze fell upon Theodora Klauswitz¡¯s commanding words, an icy chill crept into her thoughts, causing her mind to momentarily freeze, leaving her in a bewildered state. The mine. Clutching the word in her mind, Odette cast the crumpled note into the hungry flames of the fireplace. The answer that she was supposed to give after meeting her father had already been decided. CH 80 9-11 minutes ?Recoverable Damages? A knock sounded at the study door. Bastian briefly paused his call, turning his head while gripping the phone¡¯s transmitter. The clock on the desk indicated it was 11 o¡¯clock, the usual time for weekend morning tea. ¡°Come in,¡± he responded, quickly picking up the handset again. ¡°Apologies. Please continue.¡± After politely requesting the conversation to proceed, he leaned back against the edge of the desk, granting him a panoramic view of the window, the sea, and his father¡¯s realm beyond. Unperturbed by the slowly opening door, Bastian stayed fully absorbed in Thomas M¨¹ller¡¯s report. The clouds cleared, revealing brilliant sunlight reflecting on the sea¡¯s surface, and momentarily blinding him. Amidst that blissful sight, he listened to the long-awaited news ¨C his father had finally fallen into his trap. Despite the prolonged search, he took the bait instantly. Now, Bastian only needed to tighten the grip and ensure his father couldn¡¯t escape. With Theodora Klauswitz as the sole remaining variable, Bastian harbored little worry. Her fatal flaw was her unwavering love for her husband, leading her to endure absurdity and enabling his father¡¯s foolish dictatorship for years. ¡°We¡¯ll still keep an eye on it.¡± Bastian calmly said as he leisurely opened the lid of the cigarette box placed next to the file folder. Allowing his father to bask in a false sense of triumph, reaching a point of no return, proved to be the optimal strategy, though It was akin to a deceptive bluff, contrary to heroic psychology. Jeff Klauswitz was among those who dedicate their entire lives to a singular goal. In light of this, Bastian wanted to express a small token of appreciation for his father¡¯s final journey. ¡°Let¡¯s exercise patience and continue preparing for our next move,¡± Bastian instructed calmly. Knowing one mine wouldn¡¯t be enough to bring his father down, he had set up a domino-like plan. The mine served as the initial trigger, setting off a sequence of subsequent traps. If they succeeded in toppling him, it would mean fulfilling his late grandfather¡¯s task. The phone call concluded with scheduling coordination for the upcoming board meeting next week. Bastian set down the warm receiver and turned around, cigarette in hand, searching for a lighter. However, to his surprise, he was met with an unexpected face: Odette Odette stood in front of him, resembling a porcelain doll, and placed a tea tray at the desk¡¯s edge. ¡°I came on behalf of Lovis.¡± She spoke with a gentle smile, lifting the teapot. The aroma of brewed tea filled the room, mingling with the rising steam in the serene silence. She put a teacup beside the spread-out documents. The midday sunlight streamed through the window, casting a glow upon her face. ¡°Did I break an etiquette rule?¡± She asked, her eyes shimmering with a captivating brilliance akin to the sparkling sea on a sunny day. Bastian settled in front of the desk, holding the teacup she served, while the unlit cigarette and lighter sat untouched next to the pen stand. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The pen¡¯s scratching ceased, plunging the room into a stifling silence. Odette sighed silently, taking in the study¡¯s opulent surroundings. The walls were lined with grand bookshelves, brimming with an extensive collection. The furniture and decor exuded an overwhelming grandeur, making it challenging to concentrate on any one item. Resisting the urge to get up, she reached for an unread book and reopened it. Yet, her senses remained wholly attuned to Bastian. The mahogany desk stood commanding in front of the fireplace, positioned to observe his every move and gauge Odette¡¯s actions as well. Bastian held a list of investors and documents regarding the diamond mine, all meeting Theodora¡¯s specific and explicit demands. The deadline loomed before the naval festival. While minor updates and progress reports could be conveyed through Molly, important documents were to be delivered directly. Odette¡¯s unheard objection to the tight schedule would undoubtedly harm her. With guilty eyes, she glanced at Bastian, who finished reviewing one document before unfolding the next. His unwavering focus on the task erased her presence in their shared space. Bastian led an incredibly busy life, juggling naval duties on weekdays and managing his late grandfather¡¯s business during evenings and weekends. His life operated like meshing of two gears, continuously turning without gaps. Odette suspected that the conflicts over the family estate played a role. She may not have known much about the business, but she had a vague understanding of Theodora Klauswitz¡¯s intentions in involving her as a spy. Bastian¡¯s quest for revenge seemed evident; his father had forsaken their ancestral home and even distanced himself from his own son in pursuit of marrying a noblewoman. He became a deserving target of his hatred and a potential object of his revenge. Odette squeezed her eyes shut, taking deep breaths to steady her trembling hands gripping the table¡¯s edge. A doubt crept into her heart. Failure was not an option if she wanted to protect Tira. Odette raised her gaze to meet Bastian¡¯s as he lit his cigarette, his attention shifting towards her. A tranquil haze enveloped their gaze, marked by the trailing smoke. Odette gracefully masked her unease with a subtle smile. Bastian wordlessly flicked the ashes, and turned his attention to the document before him. ¡°Wake¡± Odette repeated the order to herself relentlessly. She had to protect Tira, even if it meant hurting Bastian. A scandal would ruin the reputation of a war hero. Whether Bastian knew or not, the consequences were dire ¨C he would be labeled as a foolish if ignorant, an accomplice if aware. Even if Tira escaped punishment, the investigation would still shatter her life. Though Bastian¡¯s revenge against his father was incomplete, yet his wealth remained secure. But, a tarnished reputation can never be restored. Odette didn¡¯t want to strip away the hard-earned reputation of a man who fought to transcend his social status. It was better for him to endure a recoverable financial loss instead. With determination, Odette unfastened the brooch from her shawl while Bastian remained engrossed in signing the documents. Calculating the timing, she discreetly tucked the brooch into the crevice between the sofa cushions and armrest. Her motive was clear ¨C she needed a valid reason to enter Bastian¡¯s study alone. As Bastian¡¯s attention returned to the sofa, Odette skillfully concealed the brooch and relied on her smile as a shield. Bastian observed Odette and resumed smoking without speaking. Could he be suspicious? As Odette endured his gaze, a sense of powerlessness washed over her. She couldn¡¯t shake off the growing unease within her chest. Suddenly, the faint scratching and whimpering of a puppy behind the door reached her ears. Bastian narrowed his eyes at the study door. Odette longed for an opportunity to escape, but Margrethe¡¯s pitiful whining heightened her distress. Just as she was about to leave, Bastian rose from his desk and strode across the study. He swung the door open, startling Margrethe, who let out a frantic bark. ¡°Sorry, Bastian.¡± Odette quickly apologized and stood up. As she prepared to leave with Margrethe, Bastian surprised her by stepping back, allowing the dog to enter the study. Margrethe eagerly took the chance and dashed inside. Bastian casually closed the door and resumed his place at the desk as if nothing had happened. Bewildered, Odette hugged Margrethe tightly, while Bastian, sitting upright, redirected his attention back to the documents before him. ¡°You can¡¯t do that, Meg. It¡¯s bad.¡± Odette lowered her voice and gently reprimanded the dog. The whimpering sounds momentarily subsided, and Margrethe wagged her tail in excitement. Suddenly, laughter filled the room, catching her attention. Bastian¡¯s chuckle rang out as he casually flipped through the documents, a warm and genuine smile graced his face, replacing his previously stern expression. Summoning her courage, Odette rose to her feet, holding Margrethe close. Step by step, she approached Bastian¡¯s desk, her heart pounding with anticipation. ¡°Bastian, Margrethe wants to apologize to you,¡± Odette said. Bastian lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers, pushing her to quickly offer a feeble excuse. ¡°Margrethe likes you.¡± ¡°It seems your dog has different thoughts.¡± ¡°She¡¯s just a bit shy,¡± Odette replied, finding herself with no other option but to become bolder. ¡°Ladies often become bashful in the presence of gentlemen they like.¡± Amidst her own absurd reasoning, the sound of Margrethe¡¯s growling, teeth bared, seeped into the room. Bastian, silently observing the scene, suddenly erupted into hearty laughter. With each step, Odette drew closer. Yet, Bastian remained unfazed, She approached close enough to read the writing on the documents spread out on the desk. Bastian still did not budge With a smile of relief, Odette softly stroked Margrethe as the dog continued to emit soft growls. The man¡¯s lack of vigilance was a fortunate turn of events. CH 81 12-15 minutes ?Mother¡¯s Dog? *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°See, what did I say? I knew that that child couldn¡¯t be our enemy.¡± Jeff Klauswitz¡¯s laughter echoed through the bedroom. Theodora set the newspaper aside and gazed at her husband with a loving smile. The sunbeams pouring in through the open curtains highlighted his figure as he rested in bed. Despite a touch of gray in his hair, he remained an attractive man. She could now understand why other ladies were drawn to him, despite his age being similar to that of their fathers. Recently, he had once again stirred up trouble by getting involved with another woman. This time, it was undeniably a delicate beauty with platinum blonde hair. How many times has this happened now? The sequence of his encounters with different women who resembled each other had become a hazy blur in her memory. If she had known the situation would turn out like this, she wouldn¡¯t have killed Sophia. A hint of regret flashed in her eyes as she looked at her husband. If he had simply divorced his first wife as requested, Theodora wouldn¡¯t have been able to harm that woman. Even if Sophia had maintained a secret relationship with Jeff after the divorce, she could have chosen to ignore it. While it might have made her uncomfortable, she wouldn¡¯t have had any power to change the situation. Rather than being consumed by jealousy over not being the only woman, it would have been wiser to tolerate some annoyance. If Sophia had been slightly less emotionally attached to her ex-husband, she could have escaped her tragic destiny, enduring the excruciating pain while carrying their child in her womb. Theodora clicked her tongue. Of course, thanks to dying at the prime of her youth, she would forever be etched in her beloved man¡¯s heart as an everlasting memory. ¡°If we can wrap up that matter nicely, we might be able to launch a counterattack. This time, we¡¯ll dig a pit under Bastian¡¯s feet, leading him straight to hell.¡± Jeff stated passionately. After discussing plans to acquire a diamond mine, it seemed that that he was developing a new ambition and felt relieved to finally resolve the persistent issue that had been bothering him.. ¡°Yes, if we come across a favorable opportunity, we should certainly seize it,¡± Theodora responded, showing her backing to her husband. ¡°By the way, the Brandt also mentioned an increase in communication with Bastian recently. It might be worthwhile to investigate further,¡± she subtly conveyed the crucial point afterwards, recognizing it as the most effective approach to dealing with Jeff Klauswitz. ¡°Are you talking about Count Brandt?¡± ¡°Yes, that Count Brandt.¡± She nodded and gently stroked her husband¡¯s hair. Count Brandt was a distinguished nobleman and the leader of a prestigious financial institution, having the same economic prowess as Bastian¨Cwho was unfortunately the grandson of a junk dealer. It seemed like an implausible pairing, but Odette wouldn¡¯t but Odette claimed to have witnessed this herself, and although Theodora hadn¡¯t confirmed the details, she made sure to remember the name as a precaution. ¡°Being cautious would be wise to ensure a flawless victory. Let¡¯s consider the possibilities of what you can build once that damn replica of our mansion was finally removed from its place.¡± ¡°Is it a gift for me?¡± ¡°Consider it a loot offering to my queen.¡± As the signs of restlessness faded from his body, Jeff gradually regained his composed state. Theodora loved Jeff in these moments when his self-assured and arrogant charm shone through. It was unfortunate that Sophia Illis had taken away his son who greatly resembled Jeff in his youth, but Jeff didn¡¯t seem to dwell on such thoughts because they still had Franz, their precious and adorable child, to cherish. With heartfelt sincerity, she wished Odette a wonderful day, hoping that she would bring joyful news once again. The child, beautiful, intelligent, and remarkably brave, grew on her more and more with each encounter. It wouldn¡¯t be surprising if Franz found himself drawn to her. It would be troublesome if something were to happen to that child. She narrowed her eyes and gazed into the distance through the window. Unlike Sophia Ellis, Odette wasn¡¯t the kind of person to intentionally invite trouble or harm. However, there was one aspect that worried her¡ªOdette¡¯s husband. Will Bastian be forgiving enough to pardon his wife¡¯s betrayal? If this were a game of chance, Theodora would never wager her money on blind optimism alone. Bastian was the kind of person who would go as far as beheading a beloved dog if it had bitten him. His ruthlessness was evident even at the tender age of twelve. Now, as a soldier marching into the battlefield, it was uncertain what tragic fate awaited her. Perhaps Odette¡¯s destiny would be even more sorrowful than Sophia¡¯s. Despite everything, Theodora held onto the hope that nothing would shatter the promise she made to Franz. Once again, she extended her well wishes to Odette and rose from the bed. Stepping onto the balcony, she embraced the refreshing sea breeze. Though the weather was chilly, the presence of her husband by her side provided a comforting warmth that shielded her from the cold. In the midst of the serene bliss, Theodora watched as the morning unfolded on the horizon. Any fixation on a woman who was already deceased appeared insignificant. She easily brushed aside any replacements for that woman, without giving them much thought. She has this man. That was what she desired, and she had finally attained it. Thus, Theodora Klauswitz emerged as the victor. And this fact would remain unchanged in the times to come. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Margrethe was startled. Her confident and fierce nature vanished, and she nervously wandered, whimpering. She only felt safe when she was near Odette, barely making a sound. Bastian glanced down and observed the dog. Odette briefly stepped away from the table to take a phone call during breakfast, leaving Margrethe alone with Bastian. The dog¡¯s exaggerated reaction, as if the world was falling apart, was so comical that it made him chuckle. What on earth happened to Margrethe to become such an unusual being? While observing Margrethe trembling in fear, memories of Odette¡¯s stepsister, Tira, also came to mind. Like this dog, she used to be afraid of him. However, instead of causing harm as she did in the past, it seemed that she now enjoyed his great favor and care. Bastian leisurely sipped his coffee, watching Margrethe¡¯s melancholic barks. Odette¡¯s coffee, as usual, was excessively bitter, yet he had grown accustomed to it and could tolerate it now. Similar to the peculiar morning rituals involving fortune-telling and the dog that had started shadowing Odette¡¯s every step. ¡°Meg.¡± Bastian called out to her, and the startled dog quivered. Her fur had grown, and she had slightly increased in size, appearing much healthier than before. Setting his teacup aside, Bastian reached for an egg from the basket at the table¡¯s center. While he peeled the shell, Margrethe, who had been keeping watch by the front door, approached him unexpectedly. Her eyes displayed a mix of fear and curiosity, reminiscent of the early days spent with Odette. According to his aunt Maria Gross, Margrethe might belong to Theodora Klauswitz. She even inquired if there were any other places nearby where a dog of that particular breed could reside, apart from this mansion. Bastian concurred with his aunt¡¯s statement. Theodora Klauswitz had a penchant for raising beautiful dogs and cats as if they were dolls. After a few moments of affection, she would pass them on to the maids, although she still retained ownership. It was highly probable that the mother dog Odette discovered in the woods originated from Theodora¡¯s residence. Maria couldn¡¯t understand why Odette and Bastian would choose to keep Margrethe in their household. However, for Bastian, it didn¡¯t matter. A dog was a dog, plain and simple. Considering that the dog was born and raised within his mansion¡¯s estate, one could argue that it rightfully belonged to Odette. Even if legal ownership rested with the woman, once Bastian took the dog under his care, it undeniably became his own. Bastian divided the peeled egg into two halves and placed one portion in a small dish. Margrethe, having quietly approached, now sat beneath the table. After careful thought, he decided to give her half of the egg from his dish. As Bastian observed Meg, a memory surfaced of a dog that would devour an entire egg in a single gulp. Once upon a time, a sizable dog, resembling a wolf, roamed the woods. However, its fate led it to meet its demise in that very forest, at the hands of Bastian. Now, it existed only as a distant memory, faded and long forgotten. Bastian cleaned his hands with a napkin and set the dish with half of the egg beside his chair. Margrethe hesitated briefly but soon approached, burying her face in the dish and devouring the egg with great speed. Gone was the legance in her eating manners, as her face remained submerged in the dish. Bastian smiled and cleared the now empty dish, tidying up after the meal. Margrethe returned to the bedroom, once again baring her teeth at him, with her mouth covered in remnants of egg yolk. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Odette returned after finishing her phone call. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± Odette asked as she held the dog. Bastian leisurely poured himself another cup of coffee. With most of the household staff dismissed, he now had additional responsibilities to handle on his own, ¡°Bastian, did you give Meg some food?¡± ¡°Well, why don¡¯t you ask the shy lady herself?¡± Holding his teacup, he responded, subtly avoiding the question. ¡°Oh my god~Margrethe!¡± Glaring at the dog in her arms, Odette¡¯s scolding voice pierced through the cozy warmth of the room. Bastian briefly looked up, exchanging a quick glance with his partner in crime. Odette¡¯s dog couldn¡¯t contain her excitement as she eagerly licked up the remaining egg crumbs, her pink tongue darting in and out. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°I think I lost my brooch in the study that day.¡± As Odette approached the entrance of the mansion, she gathered her courage and finally spoke up. Despite her inner tension, she adeptly concealed her emotions, ensuring to raise her voice enough for the nearby staff members to hear. ¡°May I go and look for it?¡± she asked. Bastian furrowed his brow slightly. ¡°Why are you asking me about it?¡± Odette calmly replied, ¡°Because it¡¯s your office. I thought it would be best not to enter without permission.¡± She spoke the words she had rehearsed numerous times with composure. ¡®Please.¡¯ As they reached the area beneath the mansion¡¯s staircase, where the car was waiting, Odette fervently prayed. ¡°Bastian?¡± Unconsciously, Odette reached out and gripped a corner of his cuff. ¡°Do as you wish, Odette.¡±At the foolish mistake Odette had made, Bastian couldn¡¯t help but release a soft laugh. ¡°There is no place in this house that you cannot enter.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± She masked her bewildered feelings behind a bright smile. It appeared that asking in front of numerous onlookers had proven effective. As the naval festival approached, they, as a deeply affectionate couple, needed to present themselves in a manner befitting their reputation. ¡°Bye.¡± With a farewell gesture, Odette let go of Bastian¡¯s cuff. In a fleeting moment, Bastian planted a brief kiss on her cheek. It was an affectionate display that momentarily flustered her, but she swiftly regained her composure. Bastian was a man who meticulously calculated every action, even in the smallest of gestures. It was reasonable to interpret his behavior as a thoughtful response to the attention surrounding them. Bastian, as usual, hopped into the driver¡¯s seat and embarked on his journey to work. As the car gradually moved away from the entrance, Odette turned around and gracefully made her exit, with the staff members playfully trailing behind her like a parade. ¡°Ah, I need to stop by the study for a moment. I have to find the brooch.¡± Odette declared, altering her course and making her way towards the east wing on the second floor, where the study was situated. ¡°Shall I go check for you?¡± Dora, the maid, offered reluctantly. ¡°No, Dora. I¡¯ll take care of it,¡± Disregarding the maid¡¯s hesitant assistance, Odette hastened towards the study. The weighty door creaked open, and after entering, it swiftly closed with a decisive click of the lock. CH 82 12-16 minutes ?Number of Course? *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°I¡¯m at a loss for what to do next, as continuing down this path will only lead to more obstacles in our business. On the bright side, our conversations have grown increasingly comfortable.¡± Theodora Klauswitz was spotted picking up a sheet music book from an aged bookshelf. She absentmindedly flipped through the pages without truly reading them. Odette sat before her, examining the sheet music book once again, her hands shaking. The only occupants of the store were the two of them and the elderly shop owner, who sat behind the shelves. Beside him, a gramophone played a record. Today, it featured a whimsical fantasy tune, its beautiful melody filling the empty store. Yet, the enchanting music seemed out of place amidst their tense and suspicious encounter. ¡°Here is the list of names you asked for.¡± Odette carefully passed an envelope she had retrieved from her coat pocket. Theodora nonchalantly accepted the envelope and opened it. As she scanned its contents, her eyebrows lifted in surprise. ¡°There are quite a few intriguing names here. Are you certain this is all you have?¡± ¡°I haven¡¯t managed to gather more information than this,¡± Odette replied. ¡°We¡¯re short on time, and we can¡¯t afford any delays. You¡¯re aware of that, right?¡± ¡°Bastian spends most of his time at the company. The information I can obtain at home is limited¡­¡± ¡°In that case, head to his company,¡± Theodora interjected before Odette could finish her sentence. ¡°My apologies, Odette. I can¡¯t help but be frustrated by your attitude, treating this situation as if it¡¯s merely a game. If this is the best you can do, are you simply too complacent and lazy?¡± Theodora chided. ¡°If you¡¯re not happy, then find someone else!¡± ¡°You¡¯re hardly in a position to shout at me, Odette!¡± ¡°The same applies to you.¡± Despite her current vulnerability, with her neck in chains and Theodora holding the reins, Odette maintained an air of pride and arrogance. Theodora, however, smiled and nodded approvingly as she placed the paper Odette had given her on the table. It was this boldness that Odette needed to betray Bastian Klauswitz. No other approach could defeat him. This was the most effective strategy, albeit with numerous limitations. ¡°Odette, if I may, don¡¯t squander your time looking into Mrs. Palmer. It would be best if you focused on the task at hand.¡± ¡°You¡¯re still keeping tabs on me and investigating, I see,¡± Odette sighed, not appearing overly surprised. Her father had indeed rescinded his decision to involve the building manager¡¯s wife as a witness to the accident. Thus, whether Mrs. Palmer was present at the scene was no longer relevant. She was convinced that Mrs. Palmer hadn¡¯t seen the incident, but she wanted to be absolutely sure. That¡¯s why she had hired a private investigator to look into Mrs. Palmer. She had tried to be discreet, but it seemed Theodora Klauswitz¡¯s spies weren¡¯t limited to just Molly. ¡°I just want to ensure everything is crystal clear,¡± Odette explained. ¡°Fine,¡± Theodora replied, turning and shrugging her shoulders. ¡°I¡¯ll grant you one more opportunity. But remember, time is running out.¡± ¡°This is the last time. Please honor your word.¡± ¡°I understand. Once the festival concludes, Bastian will leave Berg, correct? We won¡¯t be able to monitor him for a while,¡± Theodora said, her expression tinged with regret. All she needed was to buy time until her divorce from Bastian was finalized. This reality allowed Odette to bear the weight of her guilt for the time being. Trusting Theodora Klauswitz had been a mistake. When Bastian returned, she knew that Theodora would undoubtedly make outlandish demands and threaten her once more. However, by that point, she might no longer be Bastian¡¯s wife, offering Odette a sense of relief. After their marriage, she planned to journey with Tira to the New World¡ªa place so distant that they could remain hidden from everyone. If a scandal were to erupt during that time, its impact would be significantly less than if it occurred in the present. By then, Bastian would have established a much more solid foundation, and his agreement with the emperor would be finalized. She hoped that Bastian would marry Sandrine as soon as possible after their divorce, so her presence as his ex-wife would fade away like a vanishing stain. ¡°Speaking of which, Bastian¡¯s railway company¡­ Is he collaborating with Laviere?¡± Theodora¡¯s sudden mention of the man¡¯s name sent a chill down Odette¡¯s spine. ¡°It appears the relationship between Duke Laviere¡¯s daughter and Bastian is more than just an ordinary friendship. What are your thoughts, Odette?¡± ¡°Bastian isn¡¯t that type of man.¡± Without hesitation, Odette shook her head. ¡°Not every family involved in business partnerships has relationships like you¡¯re suggesting.¡± She was well aware that Theodora was trying to bait her, and she was determined not to fall for it. ¡°Do you trust men? You must possess a naive side as well,¡± Theodora sneered. ¡°I¡¯d rather not discuss my husband.¡± ¡°I¡¯m merely concerned for you. I have a keen intuition¡ªit¡¯s how I met Jeff. Back then, Bastian¡¯s mother thought just like you, believing her husband wasn¡¯t that type of man. But you¡¯ve seen the outcome, haven¡¯t you?¡± Theodora smiled as she reminisced about her past affair as if it were a cherished memory. Odette could only listen in silence. ¡°In that case, my trust in Bastian is even stronger. He¡¯s witnessed his mother¡¯s struggles, so he won¡¯t repeat his father¡¯s mistakes,¡± Odette declared. ¡°People aren¡¯t as noble as you think, Odette. Have you forgotten? Bastian is strikingly similar to his father. Haven¡¯t you heard that blood is thicker than water?¡± ¡°I¡¯m amazed at how proudly you can say all of that. Don¡¯t you feel any guilt or shame towards Bastian?¡± ¡°Not in the slightest.¡± Theodora laughed, as if she¡¯d heard a hilarious joke, while adjusting her dress collar. ¡°One last piece of advice, Odette: don¡¯t be a hypocrite. It¡¯s far more contemptible.¡± Theodora¡¯s whispered words were filled with affection, reminiscent of a fantasy melody playing in the store. ¡°I hope we can meet again soon.¡± she patted Odette¡¯s shoulder as she walked past her. The sound of the bell ceased, but Odette remained motionless, sitting alone at the table for a while. The fantasy song came to an end, and the gramophone began playing the next symphony¡ªthe same tune that resonated in the Reinfeldt living room on a spring afternoon brimming with blossoming flowers. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The Admiralty canteen bustled with soldiers gathering for lunch. The dining area spanned three floors: the top floor reserved for high-ranking officers, boasting the elegance of a fine restaurant, while the two lower floors housed the more casual canteens. Bastian found a table near a second-floor window. He struggled to recall the last time he had dined with his superiors, realizing it must have been ages ago. ¡°Bastian! You got here so fast!¡± An officer with a somber expression approached and sat across from him. Hailing from a middle-class family, he held no title, and his military achievements were rather ordinary. Although he had served in the military far longer than Bastian, his rank remained at captain, just like the younger Bastian. ¡°What brings you here? It¡¯s not often that someone as busy as you from the festival comes to see me,¡± the officer inquired. ¡°I wanted to catch up with you at least once before I leave.¡± ¡°Take it easy. I¡¯m not your superior anymore. You¡¯ll be promoted to major soon, so there¡¯s no need to be so formal with me.¡± The officer waved his hand dismissively, but his face broke into a warm smile. The long-overdue lunch reunion between the two officers commenced with polite greetings. They proceeded to discuss current events and news from the Admiralty. As they engaged in conversation, covering a range of topics that were more mundane than intriguing, the canteen filled with even more soldiers. ¡°How¡¯s life on the Trosa Islands these days?¡± Bastian ventured to ask as their lunch neared its end. ¡°Why ask me? You used to live there too,¡± the officer responded, puzzled. ¡°I know, but living there with my wife must be a different experience, right?¡± Upon hearing the clarification, the officer smiled and nodded, finally grasping Bastian¡¯s point. He reminisced about their time serving together on the Trosa Islands. Back then, Bastian was single, while he had brought his small family¡ªhis wife and child¡ªto live on the island. ¡°In a nutshell, women wouldn¡¯t be content living there. The weather is harsh, and the houses are old. Even the most thriving city there pales in comparison to the countryside here.¡± ¡°Did your wife despise living there?¡± Bastian probed. ¡°Well¡­ it¡¯s not just that, my friend.¡± The officer grinned and scratched his cheek. ¡°My wife complained daily. But despite the many discomforts, we were happy because we were together. It felt like residing in a hidden paradise¡ªlonely, yet peaceful and joyful.¡± ¡°I see.¡± ¡°That place holds a special place in our hearts because our youngest daughter was conceived and born there. With nothing around, I truly experienced life with my little family. I spent ample time with my loved ones, and it felt like living in paradise.¡± The officer¡¯s eyes sparkled, his nostalgic memories seemingly dancing in his pupils. Bastian smiled. While his former superior¡¯s military career might not have been particularly remarkable, he had found success and happiness in his personal life. That was why Bastian held him in such high regard. ¡°Speaking of which, wasn¡¯t it your decision to go on this trip alone, without your wife? That¡¯s the gossip I¡¯ve heard.¡± ¡°Just yesterday, I informed my superior of my intention to travel solo.¡± ¡°Are you having second thoughts now?¡± ¡°I¡¯m still considering my options and trying to determine the best course of action.¡± (Bastian) ¡°You must be struggling with the thought of leaving your gorgeous wife behind,¡± the officer said, nodding before bursting into laughter. ¡°I never imagined there would come a day when Bastian Klauswitz would seek my advice on marital matters. It¡¯s refreshing to see you as a regular human being for once.¡± He looked at Bastian with a newfound warmth in his eyes. ¡°If I were in your shoes, I¡¯d be honest with her. Tell her you love her and can¡¯t imagine life without her. Suggest that you go together. Trust me, no wife would turn down her husband¡¯s invitation after such a heartfelt confession.¡± ¡°I hadn¡¯t considered that approach.¡± ¡°Well, if you say so.¡± Eager to shift the conversation, the officer began sharing stories about his youngest daughter. This helped to lighten the mood, and their lunch came to a close on a more relaxed note. After saying their goodbyes, Bastian headed to the water park instead of returning to his headquarters. He didn¡¯t want to backtrack on his decision to go alone, but the thought of spending his nights and mornings without Odette by his side was unbearable. He couldn¡¯t understand why he felt this way, having only spent two seasons with her. Had Odette truly become that significant in his life? How absurd¡­ Bastian found a bench overlooking the Prater River and took a seat. Lighting a cigarette, he admired the elegant arched bridge spanning the river. In the sky above, dark clouds began to gather, signaling the approach of rain. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* As the rain began to ease, she found herself in the bustling financial district at the heart of Ratz city. She had forgotten her umbrella. Seeking refuge under a store awning, she watched the relentless rain show no signs of stopping. Upon leaving the music store, Odette headed to her car and instructed the driver to go home without her. This deliberate decision allowed her some much-needed solitude to gather her thoughts and strengthen her resolve. Bastian had informed her that he would be working late at the office today. Knowing he was probably still there, Odette had no choice but to seek him out. She meandered through the city streets, weighed down by her thoughts and unsure of her next steps. Even if she could gain access to Bastian¡¯s office, she would need time to search for the documents. And with Bastian by her side, she knew she wouldn¡¯t be left alone. How could she get him to leave? As she was on the verge of giving up, a sleek black car pulled up beside the central bank. The majestic building, adorned with marble walls, belonged to Bastian. The driver stepped out from the car, opening an umbrella and the rear door. A middle-aged man and a long-haired redhead woman emerged from the vehicle. Recognizing the woman, Odette instinctively hid in a nearby alley. It was Sandrine de Laviere, accompanied by her father. What brought Duke Lavi¨¨re here? Odette¡¯s lingering doubts were soon dispelled as a familiar figure appeared from within the building. Her husband, Bastian, descended the stairs and greeted the visitors with a courteous smile. After exchanging pleasantries with Duke Lavi¨¨re, he turned his attention to Sandrine, who stood beside her father. Together, the trio entered the company lobby. Odette observed the unfolding scene before her, as the torrential rain outside muffled the city¡¯s clamor. CH 83 The unforeseen appearance of an uninvited guest hastened the conclusion of Bastian¡¯s conversation with Duke Laviere. ¡°Ultimately, Bastian, this is all due to your hard work. I have faith that we can nurture a strong relationship moving forward.¡± Duke Laviere said as he stood up from his seat. He didn¡¯t want to leave his daughter, who was evidently smitten with Bastian, in a state of uncertainty any longer. Bastian bade the Duke farewell, a smile gracing his lips. He had merely sought a formal gathering to commemorate his business achievements and engage in cordial exchanges with his associates. With no desire to prolong the wait, he had already addressed all crucial matters via phone calls and letters. ¡°Upon our next encounter, you shall be Mayor Klauswitz.¡± Sandrine abruptly turned at the door, prompting Bastian to instinctively step back. ¡°Indeed, Countess Lenart.¡± ¡°Congratulations, I am immensely proud of you.¡± Sandrine took off her right glove and held out her hand for a handshake. Duke Laviere allowed his daughter the chance to pursue her wishes. As usual, Bastian shook Sandrine¡¯s hand with politeness. His attitude was amiable, but nothing beyond that. When Sandrine tenderly interlaced her fingers, Bastian quickly withdrew from the handshake. ¡°What gentleman you are. We shall reconvene in Lausanne.¡± Sandrine nodded, her mischievous grin betraying a momentary forgetfulness of her father¡¯s existence. Once he had said his goodbyes to the Duke, Bastian took a seat at the table and reached for the readied cigar. As the secretary exited the room after straightening the table, a hush fell over the space. Lost in thought, Bastian found himself grappling with a question that had never before crossed his mind. Had he made the right choice in pursuing a relationship with Sandrine? As he puffed on his cigar, the sound of rain lashing against the window filled his ears. Though he still had documents to examine before the meeting, his focus had faltered in a way he had never previously experienced. Odette. Bastian found himself teetering on the edge of bewilderment when a soft knock echoed through the room. ¡°Do come in,¡± he responded, a dusty cigar perched between his fingers. As the door swung open, his secretary¡¯s startled expression caught his eye. ¡°Sir, you have a visitor.¡± ¡°A visitor? But wasn¡¯t Duke Laviere the only one scheduled for today?¡± Bastian¡¯s brow furrowed as he studied his secretary¡¯s face. ¡°Well, the person who arrived is¡­¡± A shadow materialized from behind the secretary. As Bastian reignited his cigar, the unanticipated guest came into view. ¡°Bastian.¡± The crystalline voice cut through the din of the rain cascading beyond the window. Bastian released a plume of smoke and rose from his seat with haste. His annoyance evaporated in a heartbeat, supplanted by a wry chuckle that slipped past his lips. The familiar woman, Odette, lingered in the open doorway, her body drenched and trembling from the cold¡¯s icy touch. A fatigued grin graced her lovely face. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°My apologies, Bastian, for arriving unannounced and without any prior notice,¡± Odette said, feeling a mix of guilt and unease as the silence around them grew more pronounced. Bastian merely gazed at her, his face betraying no emotion, neither delight nor astonishment. Nonetheless, realizing he wasn¡¯t angered or annoyed, Odette experienced a slight sense of relief. Setting her teacup down, Odette tried to neaten her disordered rain-kissed attire with hands numbed by the cold. Her raincoat was drenched, yet, by fortune¡¯s grace, her blouse and skirt had escaped the worst of the dampness. ¡°I missed you, and that¡¯s why I¡¯m here,¡± Odette confessed with a smile, sharing the explanation she had readied. She gripped the drying firmly. Bastian, meanwhile, leaned against the chair¡¯s armrest, his eyes fixed on her but his lips remaining sealed. His reaction caught Odette somewhat off guard, but there was no turning back now. ¡°I¡¯m sorry if I¡¯ve caused any inconvenience. It¡¯s just that¡­¡± ¡°Where¡¯s your car? And why are you soaked like this?¡± Bastian finally spoke, his sharp gaze causing Odette to shiver. ¡°I sent Hans back to Ardenne first.¡± ¡°And why would you do that?¡± ¡°I thought we could ride home together¡­in your car.¡± A wave of anxiety washed over Odette. She endeavored to maintain a calm facade, smiling and laughing as if it were all a lighthearted joke. Yet Bastian¡¯s intense stare persisted. Desperate to ease her own nerves and avoid arousing Bastian¡¯s suspicion, Odette acknowledged the peculiarity of her actions but couldn¡¯t conceive of an alternative approach. This weekend, Bastian was set to travel to Lausanne for the Naval Festival. Today marked Odette¡¯s first and last opportunity to infiltrate Bastian¡¯s office. Having already ventured too far to retreat, she had no choice but to take a daring leap. Once more, Odette fortified her determination. The moment she hide in a shadowy alleyway, watching Duke Laviere and Sandrine, she resolved to cast aside her shame. With an air of boldness, she executed her devious strategy, deliberately exposing herself to the rain in hopes of winning Bastian¡¯s sympathy. Theodora Klauswitz¡¯s words rang true: -Don¡¯t be a hypocrite-. If one must commit a wrongdoing, it should be done wholeheartedly and to the best of one¡¯s ability. ¡°Sir, the meeting is about to commence,¡± announced the secretary from behind the door, dissipating the tension that hung in the air between them. For Odette, this news felt like a godsend. ¡°Understood, I¡¯ll be there shortly,¡± Bastian responded. He quickly returned to his desk, organizing the disarray of papers before placing them on the shelf behind him. At the same time, he stowed the yellow folder in the bottom drawer. With feigned nonchalance, Odette observed his every move while pretending to dry her damp hair. The bottom drawer¡­ she committed it to memory just as the distinct sound of a metallic click reached her ears. A wave of despair washed over her as she realized Bastian had locked the drawer, slipping the tiny golden key into his jacket pocket before rising to his feet. ¡°The meeting should take about an hour, so please make yourself comfortable here,¡± Bastian suggested, stealing a glance at his watch. ¡°Very well,¡± acquiesced Odette, her smile accompanied by a nod. ¡°Should you require anything, don¡¯t hesitate to call my secretary.¡± ¡°There¡¯s no need, Bastian. I¡¯m more than content.¡± As Odette¡¯s laughter filled the room, a faint smile graced Bastian¡¯s lips. The fire¡¯s dance of light and shadow played upon his face, flickering the subtle shifts in his expression. ¡°I¡¯ll be back for you. Once the meeting concludes, we¡¯ll head home together.¡± After saying that, Bastian exited his office. Holding her damp towel tightly, Odette listened intently to the voices outside the door, biding her time. As the footsteps in the hallway faded away, she sprang into action. Though her initial instinct was to head straight for the locked bottom drawer, the absence of a spare key prompted her to save that task for last and search for documents elsewhere first. Odette sifted through the shelves where document boxes were stored in the cabinet. Her heart raced. Despite her anxiety, she tried to search meticulously, careful not to leave any incriminating evidence behind. Mine. The diamond mine. These words haunted her mind, redoubling the pressure she felt. She glanced at the wall clock¡­ in 30 minutes, the meeting would finish, and Bastian would return to his office. After finding several papers listing the names of new investors, Odette continued to scour the desk drawers. Despite her thorough search, she found no documents pertaining to the mine. In a desperate attempt, she tried to force open the locked bottom drawer, but to no avail. Glancing at the clock once more, she realized she had a mere 5 minutes left. The once-silent hallway now buzzed with chatter as the meeting drew to a close. Seizing the papers she¡¯d recovered, Odette dashed to the coat hanging near the fireplace. She hastily folded the papers and stashed them in her pocket, as the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder. ¡°Come on, think!¡± Odette sighed, gazing at the fireplace. As soon as Bastian returned, they¡¯d have to make a swift exit. This meant that her mission to steal the documents would ultimately fail. The key in that man¡¯s pocket. How could she possibly get it? After pondering for a moment, Odette lay down on the sofa and hunched over. She closed her eyes, almost in sync with Bastian opening the door to his office. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* As Bastian opened the door, he was amazed to find Odette peacefully sleeping on the sofa, basking in the tender warmth of the fireplace¡¯s amber embrace. He gazed upon his wife, his heart veiled in a delicate haze of uncertainty. He had never been a fan of bright lights. A lone lamp on his desk served as the sole source of illumination in his workspace. Yet, the tender dance of the fireplace¡¯s flames cast a soft light upon the slumbering Odette, crafting a heartwarming and tranquil tableau that stirred his soul. With great care, Bastian approached Odette, taking measured, silent steps so as not to disturb her rest. Her dark tresses, waves of midnight silk, cascaded gracefully, veiling half of her tender, ethereal face. Bastian took a seat on the floor, leaning against the sofa¡¯s armrest. Tenderly, he brushed aside the hair masking Odette¡¯s lovely countenance, unveiling her peaceful expression. He had long been one to embrace the night¡¯s whispers and greet the dawn before her. This routine had naturally evolved since first they shared a bed. Bastian began to fathom the depths of his actions. He treasured the moments he could steal a glimpse of her serene face beside him. It was a tranquility, a haven, that he had discovered and welcomed into his heart for the first time. Even as he had resolved to journey to Trosa, unaccompanied, his thoughts were ever tethered to her. Now, everything became clear¡­¡­ for he could not bear the thought of losing her. Bastian tenderly traced the contours of Odette¡¯s silken cheek, as the fire¡¯s gentle glow cast a blush upon her delicate, fair complexion. ¡°Odette¡­¡± Odette¡¯s eyes fluttered open as Bastian whispered her name. To his surprise, the woman who should have been vigilant instead gifted him with an innocent smile. Bastian sighed and retracted his hand from Odette¡¯s cheek, his gaze falling. However, as he tried to rise, Odette quickly seized his hand. Her lips quivered, yet she couldn¡¯t articulate a single syllable. She merely blinked her large eyes while clutching the hem of Bastian¡¯s sleeve. Even as Bastian settled back down, Odette refused to relinquish her grip on the sleeve. ¡°Bastian¡­¡± Odette murmured, sitting up and making space for Bastian to join her on the sofa. ¡°Just for a mome¡­.¡± Suddenly Odette¡¯s world turned upside down. As soon as she regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a sofa, staring at the ceiling of the room. What happened? With trepidation swirling in her heart, her gaze was unexpectedly veiled by a face she familiar with. The cry that sprang forth from her soul was swiftly hushed as their lips entwined in a fervent dance of passion. The man with the key climbed on top of her. As she found herself powerless to resist, their fervent and ardent kiss blossomed like a fiery rose. The key is in the right pocket¡­ In the waning moments of her lucidity, as the tendrils of desire entwined her consciousness, that fleeting thought was the final whisper her mind could conjure. CH 84 Bastian¡¯s breath grew labored, intensifying alongside the heat emanating from Odette¡¯s touch. Their heightened senses, resembling rushing waves, eroded their rationality without delay. Ultimately, Bastian relinquished the last remnants of self-control he desperately clung to, succumbing to his longing. He untangled her cumbersome skirt and, in succession, slipped his hand beneath her blouse. Odette¡¯s scream was engulfed by his fervent kiss, as his lips once more indulged in the taste of her tender lips. Upon realizing the identity, location, and nature of his actions, a heated laughter escaped his lips. It felt as though the sturdy life he had diligently constructed was gradually crumbling solely due to this woman, imparting upon him a futile yet strangely satisfying sense of surrender. ¡°Bastian!¡± Odette¡¯s resistance grew as his hand ventured beneath her undergarments, aiming for her breast. Her abrupt shift in demeanor vexed Bastian, but undeterred, he lowered his head and nibbled on her bouncing breast. It was she who had initially approached him, pretending to be uninterested now would alter nothing. A suppressed moan accompanied by heavy breathing overtook the sound of the non-stop rain. Bastian sucked at her breasts like a hungry beast. Yet, the more she tried to escape, the stronger he pushed her down underneath his claws. Though Odette¡¯s consciousness started to fade away, yet, tried her best not to forget her intended purpose. She had just begun to reach for the pocket of his jacket when Bastian bit the hardened tips of her breast. ¡°Ah!¡± Startled, she let out a scream that compelled her to hastily cover her lips. Yet, before the lingering intensity of that forceful sensation could fade, his hand warmly seized her other breast. Consumed by instinctual fear, Odette exerted all her strength to push his shoulder, initiating a fervent struggle. It was only when her moans gradually subsided into soft cries that he finally lifted his head. Bastian cast his eyes downward, their darkness mirroring the rainy night outside, as he observed Odette, half-naked and breathless, while he remained composed and immaculate. Despite his serious demeanor, his lips were reddened and glossy, betraying the hidden intensity beneath. His silent gaze tracked her every motion, accompanied by the increasingly strained rhythm of his breath. Odette pondered if this could be her final opportunity¡ªif she declined now, perhaps they could still halt their actions. However, what about the key? Overwhelmed with an unshed sorrow, she gazed at the pocket on his jacket where the key resided, still in his possession. If she chose to separate herself from Bastian, this chance would never present itself again. ¡°Just a little further¡­¡± In the end, Odette found herself compelled to tread this desolate path. They were presently within the company¡¯s office, a place that once housed Sandrine. Surely, he wouldn¡¯t stoop so low as to violate a woman who was on the brink of divorcing him within these walls. These considerations ultimately led her to take a reckless gamble. As her futile resistance gradually waned, a stifling silence settled between them. Odette attempted to remain motionless beneath Bastian¡¯s presence, yet her body quivered gently with each breath she took. Witnessing this sight, his eyes became increasingly clouded with a mixture of vexation and desire that surged to the forefront of his mind. Ultimately, the bewilderment provoked by the woman before him manifested as a distorted laughter. He felt like filth, as if he were being ridiculed, yet he had no desire to halt. Bastian now realized that it had always been this way, ever since that fateful moment when he encountered this unwanted stroke of luck at the clandestine gambling table. No, perhaps he had known it from the very beginning. Bastian exhaled heavily, mingling his laughter with a string of curses. By the time Odette finally caught wind of his vulgar words, he was already devouring her lips with unrestrained fervor, as if the tranquil waters had instantaneously transformed into a raging torrent. With an intensity bordering on bruising, he passionately kissed her while firmly gripping her face. In the midst of this arduous circumstance, Odette, on the other hand, frantically searched for the key. ¡°Please!¡± she pleaded desperately. Her heart pounded as if it might burst, and at last, she succeeded in reaching the correct pocket of his jacket. Bastian, who had been busily nibbling her earlobes mere moments ago, now buried his face in the nape of her neck. Fearful of him discovering her actions, Odette shielded the back of Bastian¡¯s head with one hand while delving her other hand deep into his pocket. Just as frustration was beginning to overwhelm her search for the key, her fingers finally brushed against a chilly metallic object. Reacting swiftly, she instinctively seized it, prompting Bastian to discard his jacket, swiftly followed by his tie. Odette attempted to push him away, her other hand tightly gripping the key she nearly overlooked. It was upon hearing the sound of a belt being unbuckled that a suspicion crept into her mind, suggesting that something was amiss. ¡°Stop! Bastian, no!¡± she shouted desperately, her voice filled with fear, hoping her words would penetrate his indifference. Nevertheless, Bastian callously removed her blouse and bra, which clung precariously, showing no concern for her protests. ¡°Please, please¡­,¡± she pleaded, her words cut short as her last remaining underwear was swiftly discarded. Startled by the sudden rush of cool air and the piercing gaze fixated on her exposed form, Odette began to struggle like a trapped creature. She managed to wriggle free from his grasp by contorting her body, but before she could rise from the sofa, she was apprehended and forcefully thrown back down. ¡®The key!¡¯ In a sudden realization, she hastily concealed the golden key, clasping it tightly within her clenched fists. Meanwhile, he took hold of her and positioned himself between her parted legs. Bastian, unhesitatingly exploring her intimate area, furrowed his brow in concentration. Everything transpired with such rapidity that she had no opportunity to refuse, causing her grip on the key to loosen in response to his unforeseen actions. Ultimately, she had no choice but to turn her head, seeking a secure hiding spot for the key. It was then that she finally spotted a crevice between the backrest and cushion, just as she felt his breath graze her lower abdomen. She observed the bewildering scene with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, her expression reflecting a near-fearful questioning. The sight of Bastian¡¯s face positioned between her spread legs confronted her, evoking a sense of embarrassment she couldn¡¯t ignore. Uncertain of his true intentions, she was left in a daze, unable to fully comprehend the situation. ¡°W-what?¡± she stammered, only to have his intentions unveiled, filling her with an overwhelming sense of shame. Horrified, Odette began to struggle, her initial focus on protecting the key fading into the background. However, he effortlessly subdued her resistance, overpowering her with little effort. Soon, the rhythmic sound of moist, intimate kisses intermingled with heated breaths filled the air. Confronted with the inescapable reality of this embarrassing situation, she made the decision to shield her eyes. As her breath quickened in sync with the moist sensations of pleasure, a sudden recollection struck her¡ªshe remembered the key she had concealed. With great effort, Odette forced her eyes open, her hand trembling as she extended it, guiding the key into the hidden crevice she had discovered earlier. Bastian remained fixated, not lifting his head until she had completely concealed it. ¡°Thank God¡­¡± Escaping in a relieved sigh, a spontaneous moan swiftly escaped Odette¡¯s lips. The overwhelming pleasure she experienced left her with a profound sense of being objectified, fueling her heart with guilt and shame. As these conflicting emotions mingled with the ecstasy coursing through her, Bastian finally lifted his head, his wet lips glistening from the taste of her. Without hesitation, he enveloped Odette with his slender frame, ensnaring her within his passionate embrace. ¡°Bastian¡­¡± Her voice trembled as she called out his name, clinging to one last sliver of hope. His narrowed eyes met hers as she raised a quivering hand to shield her face. She understood the urgency of speaking up, yet her lips remained paralyzed, unable to utter a single word. All Odette could do was weep as she maintained her unwavering gaze upon him¡ªa gaze that was both fearful and enticing, infused with a sense of wretchedness, as if pleading to him. Bastian, his expression inscrutable, abruptly seized Odette¡¯s hair with a brutal grip. His chilling gaze, brimming with intensity, was a facet she had never witnessed before, completely overpowering her. With a gentle touch, he tenderly wiped away her tears, his voice hushed and soft. As she struggled to grasp the significance of his words, he proceeded to unfasten his belt and lower his trousers. Odette, silently observing his actions, involuntarily let out a small shriek. She attempted to flee, but her petite frame proved insufficient to overcome his strength. Bastian, on the contrary, laughed in astonishment, enveloping her in his arms. Only after he settled her back down did Odette finally comprehend the intent behind his actions. Bastian positioned himself atop her, his groin pressing against her, his hand fervently stroking his throbbing erection. Even as his breathing grew labored, his unwavering gaze remained fixed upon Odette¡ªa possessive stare that intensified her feelings of shame. Unable to endure the scene any longer, Odette swiftly averted her gaze from the vulgar display. However, the audacious and shameless man refused to yield so easily. A large hand seized her chin, forcibly redirecting her gaze. When their eyes met once more, Bastian¡¯s triumphant smile emerged¡ªan impudent ruler devoid of any semblance of shame. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Lying motionless in the corner of the couch, Odette appeared lifeless. Bastian caught a glimpse of her through the mirror as he shut off the running water in the sink. He dried his hands with a towel, meticulously tending to his disheveled hair and clothing. After ensuring his attire was impeccable once more, he approached the sofa with his characteristic calmness. In contrast, Odette¡¯s breaths were shallow as she lay there, devoid of strength. He proceeded to cleanse the evidence of his audacious deeds from the woman¡¯s body, using the damp towel in his hand, disregarding the woman¡¯s startled protest. His touch traversed her slender form, devoid of any remnants of desire, his demeanor composed and detached as he effortlessly subdued her feeble attempts to resist. ¡°Stop. I beg you, please,¡± Odette pleaded, her resistance escalating as his hand traveled across her chest and abdomen, eventually reaching her intimate area. Attempting to rise, she settled herself in the corner of the sofa, hugging her body protectively. It struck Bastian as amusing how she now assumed a naive demeanor, but he was not one to easily relent in the face of such actions. ¡°Please, give me a moment alone,¡± she requested, as Bastian retrieved her clothes from beneath the sofa and handed them to her. Her cheeks, and even her earlobes, were flushed with a deep shade of red, lending an air of absurdity to her plea. The bashful side of Odette was difficult to comprehend, yet Bastian willingly acquiesced to her request. Placing her clothes on the armrest of the sofa, he retrieved a cigarette and a lighter, then departed from the office. As he prepared to close the door, Bastian cast a glance over his shoulder. Odette, who was studiously observing his retreat, averted her gaze. Her hurried embrace of her clothing exhibited an endearing charm, a facet of her personality he had never anticipated. With a smile on his face, he closed the door to the office and proceeded down the lengthy corridor, reaching the opposite end of the building where a break room awaited. As he entered, the staff who were engaged in conversations and smoking hastily rose from their seats to greet him. ¡°¡­Don¡¯t worry about it. Carry on with your break,¡± Bastian reassured them, breaking his silence before making his way to a seat by the window. A light drizzle gently dampened the streets outside. Illuminated signboards, shimmering lights, and passing car headlights painted the rainy night in vibrant hues. It was an ordinary night, yet it conjured memories of the madness he had unleashed. CH 85 Moments after Bastian¡¯s departure and the door¡¯s soft click, Odette deftly took the golden key hidden within the sofa¡¯s crevice. Clad in barely-there attire, she rushed to the office door, locked it, and hurried to Bastian¡¯s desk. With utmost care, she slid the key into the drawer lock, twisting it until a satisfying click signaled its unlocked state. Inhaling deeply, Odette pulled the drawer open. Despair swiftly gave way to hope as she saw the meticulously alphabetized pile of documents, reminiscent of the organization in the mansion¡¯s library ¨C which seemed to be Bastian¡¯s habit. ¡°Diamond.¡± With agile fingers, Odette began her hunt for a folder bearing the initial D, stealing furtive glances at the wall clock. Each ticking second gnawed away at her patience. A mere 10 minutes were all she had to locate the folder Theodora sought. Failure would render her efforts futile. Yet Odette refused to let that transpire. Her heart lay in pieces, but she wiped away the tears clouding her vision. She tightened her grip to quell the tremors in her fingers as she continued her meticulous search through folder after folder. Diamond ~ Finally, she spotted a label bearing that name, but alas, it was not the mine document she was looking for. Time had slipped by unnoticed, and five precious minutes had already vanished. Ah, this is it! Diamond mine. Upon discovering the coveted document, Odette crumpled onto the plush carpet. Relief flooded her heart, and her breath came in ragged gasps as if she had just sprinted. Nausea churned in her stomach, threatening to expel its contents, while on the other hand, she also wanted to cry. After calming herself, Odette crawled back to the drawer, methodically gathering the strewn papers from the floor. As she returned the documents to their rightful place and secured the lock, her gaze fell upon her reflection in the glass cabinet. Before her stood a woman, scantily clad and dazed. The pearl necklace and stockings adorning her body rendered her like a harlot. Rising to her feet, Odette disgust and disappointment that threatened to engulf her like a colossal wave. With the document and drawer key in hand, Odette unlocked the office door and walked towards the fireplace. The ripped papers were folded neatly and tucked into her jacket pocket. She tossed the file folder into the roaring flames and placed the drawer key on the floor near the sofa, as if Bastian had carelessly dropped it¡ªan idea that had struck her as she writhed beneath his body. At last, everything was in place. After a thorough inspection of the room, Odette hastily dressed, marveling at the strength she could still summon to move her battered body. Just as she fastened the final button on her blouse, a knock resounded on the door. ¡°Yes. Please come in,¡± Odette calmly replied. Bastian entered the office wordlessly, greeted by Odette¡¯s serene smile. ¡°Sorry Bastian, I haven¡¯t finished tidying up yet. Could you wait a moment?¡± Odette requested, smoothing her hair as if nothing had happened. Bastian nodded and settled onto the couch, sinking into its soft embrace. As he reclined, his eyes were drawn to Odette¡¯s elegant figure, gracefully braiding her ebony tresses, their dark lustre contrasting beautifully with her alabaster skin. Fond memories of his touch on her body lingered in Bastian¡¯s thoughts, sending waves of anticipation coursing through his fingertips. As Odette artfully secured her braid, her refined updo took shape, transforming her into a picture of perfection¡ª a far cry from the disheveled woman sprawled on the couch earlier. ¡°Well, I¡¯m done,¡± Odette announced, her smile radiant as she turned to face Bastian. A question¡­.weighed heavy on his heart: What do I actually mean to you? But he let the thought dissipate, unanswered. Rising from the couch, Bastian¡¯s eyes caught sight of the key to his desk drawer, lying forgotten on the carpet. ¡®It must have fallen during our tussle ¡­¡¯ Bastian mused, retrieving the key and slipping it into his suit pocket. Odette quietly took in the scene before her, then gracefully rose to her feet. When Bastian donned his coat from the hanger, he noticed Odette¡¯s coat drying by the warmth of the fireplace. The pretty blue Sabine coat, as Bastian fondly referred to it, captivated him, despite his limited knowledge of women¡¯s fashion. He had once asked his aunt to craft a new coat for Odette, and he was quite pleased with the result: a beautiful, warm blue coat. Odette¡¯s worn, threadbare coat now gently drifted into the realm of forgotten memories. ¡°No need, Bastian. I can put it on myself¡­¡± Odette interjected, taken aback. She was hesitant to let Bastian handle her clothing; surely, that was crossing a line? Bastian¡¯s brow furrowed in response. Despite her protests, Odette¡¯s cheeks flushed a delicate pink as Bastian persisted in helping her into the coat. The warmth of her rosy cheeks and the tender dance of her lashes only heightened her mesmerizing charm. With a tender touch, Bastian grasped his wife¡¯s hand and led her out of the office. Their silhouettes, tenderly entwined, cast a poetic shadow as they strolled hand in hand through the serene company corridor. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* From a distance, the majestic structure loomed above. Odette found herself spellbound, her eyes fixated on the bewitching Ferris wheel. The sparkling behemoth, embellished with soft lights, elegantly glided across the night sky above the city, beneath the tender embrace of the falling rain. Droplets on the car window enhanced the charm of the ride¡¯s lights, painting a dreamy twilight scene. Odette couldn¡¯t help but steal a glance at Bastian¡¯s face as he focused on driving. Bastian Klauswitz was a man driven by ambition, willing to go to great lengths to achieve his goals, even agreeing to an arranged marriage by the emperor. He was a relentless man, daring enough to mastermind a sham wedding for substantial gain. If only Odette could perceive him in that light, everything would be much simpler. Sensing the tremble in her eyes, Odette swiftly shifted her gaze to the passenger window. Bathed in the soft glow of the Ferris wheel, cherished memories of their time together flickered through her mind. To her, Bastian Klauswitz was a man who deserved both admiration and gratitude. In spite of the world¡¯s moral standards and norms, she saw Bastian as an extraordinary person. It wouldn¡¯t be long before Bastian discovered that his vengeance against his father had been thwarted by her actions. Odette knew her fate the moment she decided to join forces with Theodora Klauswitz. Secrets could never be kept forever, so inevitably, her betrayal wouldcome to light. Yet, she clung to the hope that their secret would remain hidden for a while longer, at least until their wedding had safely passed. If the truth emerged only after everything had unfolded, perhaps the sting of failure and betrayal wouldn¡¯t cut as deep. Odette lowered her gaze, escaping the reflective lights that stirred tender emotions within her. In the end, she conceded to herself that she was a greedy,¡­.. shameless,¡­..and selfish woman¡­ Bastian¡¯s car raced on, slicing through the curtain of rain enveloping Boulevard Pr¨¦ves. The clamor of the tram crossing bell echoed through the lively night street, causing their car to halt and the outside view to freeze. Bastian turned his head, intending to simply take in the scenery, but instead, his eyes were drawn to Odette. What had captivated her so? Bastian mused with a smile. Glancing her way, he caught sight of a lavish jewelry store through the car window, its prestigious name emblazoned above the awning. ¡°Odette,¡± Bastian softly called with curiosity. But Odette remained unresponsive. As the tram passed, traffic started to flow again. Bastian stepped on the gas and steered the car toward the upscale shopping centre on Boulevard Pr¨¦ves, where the jewellery store that had caught Odette¡¯s eye was located. ¡°How fortunate we are to have a guest who made a reservation so late in the evening, allowing our store to remain open longer today. This chance to serve you, Captain, feels like a blessing from above.¡± The jewelry store manager¡¯s face radiated with a joyful smile. The employees, who had been griping about working overtime, found their spirits lifted by the arrival of the Captain and his wife. ¡°Bastian. Let¡¯s head home now!¡± The Captain¡¯s wife murmured softly, her voice tinged with anxiety. Drawing upon her experience with countless customers, the manager discerned that the Captain¡¯s wife was a modest woman who didn¡¯t know how to harness her beauty. ¡°You¡¯ve misunderstood; I really don¡¯t want anything¡­¡± ¡°Captain, madam, please follow me to this room.¡± Eager to avoid losing such a cherished customer and the potential damage to his business, the manager swiftly interrupted the Captain¡¯s wife and guided them to a room inside. Captain Klauswitz mentioned that he wished to see the jewellery displayed in the showcase while awaiting the genuine pieces to be retrieved from the safe, as the showcased items were replicas to prevent theft or loss. ¡°Sir, please take your time and browse at your leisure.¡± Wearing a proud expression, the manager gestured towards a table adorned with rows of exquisite jewellery. Upon witnessing this, Odette let out a soft sigh. The entrancing shimmer of the jewellery radiated a sharp, brilliant light. Although the gems varied in colour, they all belonged to the same category. Those were diamonds, the very gemstones whose name appeared on the documents Odette had stolen. CH 86 ¡°Bastian, it¡¯s time for us to return now,¡± Odette reiterated persistently. No matter what she tried, whether it was necklaces, rings, or earrings, her response remained consistent, unlike most women who typically transform, as if possessed, when they come across a jewelry store display. ¡°Bastian,¡± Odette¡¯s voice quivered as she called out to him. Her eyes darted around anxiously, and her pale fingertips tightly clutched Bastian¡¯s coat sleeve. ¡°What about this one?¡± Bastian, who had remained silent until now, eventually gestured towards a different piece of diamond jewelry. Bastian comprehended the truth that Odette was a modest woman with high self-esteem. So far, she had never wanted any luxury other than the rewards given as wages for being a contract wife. But that was also the reason why Bastian didn¡¯t want to give up. He longed to present her with something of value. Something distinct from the obligations that had been met with a mere stroke of a pen in the checkbook. Something exclusively intended for her delight, like this exquisite blue-cut diamond. Bastian recalled the presence of Iris flowers in the vase, adorning their bedroom for the past few days. Odette had an affection for gazing at the flowers, and he often caught glimpses of her standing beside it, simply observing or caressing the soft petals, her face filled with serenity and a tranquil smile. Those days carried on, until time slipped away, and eventually, the Iris flowers wilted. An idea struck Bastian abruptly: he contemplated giving Odette something that would provide solace, as a substitute for the fleeting flowers. He sought an object that would remain eternal and not wither away, and gemstones were the perfect embodiment of such enduring beauty. ¡°How about trying it on first? Often, your perception changes once you experience it firsthand,¡± suggested the store manager, stepping forward. They extended the last remaining piece of diamond jewelry after Odette had turned down nearly every other option presented. ¡°No, it¡¯s fine. We¡¯re just¡­,¡± Odette started to say before Bastian interrupted her, ¡°Could you offer a suggestion?¡± He said, his attention captivated by the jewelry exhibited in the store¡¯s showcase. ¡°What type of jewelry are you seeking?¡± inquired the manager. ¡°Is there something that can be worn constantly, regardless of the occasion?¡± ¡°Hmm, perhaps a ring? It¡¯s the most versatile jewelry piece as it doesn¡¯t require removal and complements any attire seamlessly.¡± Slightly perplexed, the store manager retrieved a ring box from the center of the table and positioned it before Bastian. Then, one by one, they proceeded to display additional rings. Bastian¡¯s gaze narrowed gradually as he examined the array of jewelry. To him, every diamond ring appeared exquisite, leaving him unable to form a definitive opinion. Despite his earnest efforts to select the finest one, differentiating between the rings proved challenging. His ability to discern women¡¯s jewelry was not particularly keen. Aware of his own limitations, Bastian mustered the courage to make a decision. He reached out and clasped Odette¡¯s wrist, selecting the ring nearest to him. Bastian no longer sought Odette¡¯s input since she would always decline like a parrot repeating the same response. Odette attempted to liberate her hand while Bastian slid the first ring onto her ring finger. Observing it closely, Bastian then removed it and moved on to the next ring offered by the store manager. One after another, he continued this process¡ªanother one, and then another. Bastian repeated the process of placing rings on Odette¡¯s finger, making occasional remarks, only to remove them again. Odette, having surrendered, relinquished her grasp and lowered her head. The shadows beneath her eyes tinged with red, mirroring the tears that streamed down her cheeks. Finally, with a smile, Bastian slipped on the last ring. It featured petite, translucent diamond cuts arranged in layered petals surrounding a square-cut blue diamond at its center. Bastian gazed intently at the jewelry, appreciating its beauty for a considerable time. The blue brilliance of the diamond harmoniously complemented Odette¡¯s fair complexion, and he admired its shape, resembling a blossoming flower. Bastian settled on his selection, opting to leave the final ring in Odette¡¯s hand. The store manager beamed with delight and applauded, gently setting down the velvet box they had been holding. ¡°You¡¯ve made an exceptional choice, Captain. Diamonds of this hue are exceedingly rare. Furthermore, this particular diamond boasts the utmost quality and has been meticulously crafted with special expertise. You won¡¯t find a ring with such a unique design in any store within the empire.¡± ¡°However, the ring seems to be a bit loose,¡± Bastian observed, casting a glance at Odette¡¯s hand. Despite its petite appearance, the ring size remained too large for her. It seemed impractical to have Odette wear an oversized ring. ¡°That¡¯s because Lady Klauswitz has remarkably slender fingers. We can resize the ring to fit her finger perfectly,¡± the store manager reassured. ¡°In that case, is it possible to have the adjustment completed before the weekend concludes?¡± Bastian inquired. ¡°Oh, yes! I completely forgot you have to depart for Lausanne!¡± the jewelry store keeper exclaimed with enthusiasm. Bastian simply nodded in acknowledgment. ¡°Certainly, it can be done. Please don¡¯t worry, Captain. It is a tremendous privilege for me to play a small part in commemorating the momentous day of an esteemed hero of the Empire,¡± the store manager spoke loudly, her posture reflecting deep respect. Bastian remained silent, refraining from uttering a word. Instead, he gently clasped Odette¡¯s cold hand, the ring still adorning her finger. That act served as his response to Odette, who pleaded with her eyes for an answer. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Ardenne remained drenched in rain, the downpour persisting. Odette, battling to find solace, found herself tossing and turning, sighing, and rising from her bed repeatedly. The faint glow of the desk clock revealed the time had surpassed 2:00 AM. The sound of raindrops amplified the stillness of the approaching dawn. Leaning against the headboard, Odette cast a tender gaze upon Bastian, who lay asleep beside her. Even in slumber, he appeared impeccably composed and tranquil. His posture remained upright, his breath steady, and not even the collar of his blanket appeared disheveled. With the rising sun, Odette faced the imminent meeting with Theodora Klauswitz. Her gaze drifted towards the wardrobe, reminding herself once more of her purpose. Hidden within the wardrobe were the document papers she intended to present to Bastian¡¯s stepmother. ¡°All for Tira~¡± Odette whispered, summoning her resolve. The point of no return had been reached, and she could no longer retreat. Despite feeling overwhelmed and on the verge of giving up, she pressed on. Turning her head, Odette followed the relentless beat of her heart. In the glow of the firelight, she caught a glimpse of Bastian¡¯s face, and memories from their arduous day flooded her mind. The bond between Bastian and Sandrine still appeared strong. Odette possessed a profound understanding of the implications. She recognized the sorrowful fate of a woman who clung to futile aspirations of fulfilling a man¡¯s desires. Her mother had experienced a similar journey with a father who had ardently sought her affection, proving to be the most passionate and adoring lover in the world. Odette couldn¡¯t help but draw parallels to her own situation as Tira attempted to approach her mother. Undoubtedly, Bastian¡¯s father would exhibit similar characteristics. However, the love and kindness bestowed upon her felt akin to poison, leaving a bitter taste in her heart. Seeking solace, Odette clutched her blanket tightly, attempting to soothe her trembling heart. At that moment, Bastian, who had been peacefully slumbering, abruptly opened his eyes and awakened. The powerful gusts of wind shattered the tranquility within the bedroom. Despite the relentless downpour and the forceful pounding of the wind against the window, Bastian remained fixated on an empty expanse, lost in thought. Alarmed, Odette began to discern an unsettling change in Bastian. His breaths gradually grew labored, yet his eyes appeared vacant and tranquil, akin to a dark swamp. It was as if he were wandering through a nightmare, his eyes wide open but devoid of emotion. ¡°Bastian¡­¡± Odette instinctively uttered his name. Repeated attempts to call out to him proved futile. With a sense of urgency, Odette hastily shook his body, hoping to rouse him from his distant state. Finally, Bastian¡¯s drifting gaze fixed upon Odette. ¡°Ah¡­!¡± Escaping her lips, a soft moan emerged when Bastian abruptly clasped her wrist. Overwhelmed by fear, Odette held her breath, and gradually, Bastian¡¯s eyes began to regain their focus. ¡°Odette¡­¡± The sound of her name echoed as Bastian¡¯s grip on her wrist intensified, causing her pain. Unable to endure the discomfort any longer, Odette discerned a faint whisper calling out her name. Bastian released his grip on her and proceeded to stroke his own face, his speech becoming incoherent and muddled. He seemed to be in a delirious state, muttering to himself, with a disconcerting mix of vulgar and inappropriate words. Just as Odette was about to switch on the bedside lamp, Bastian¡¯s abrupt shout jolted her. ¡°Don¡¯t turn on the light.¡± Startled, Odette turned her head towards him. Bastian reclined on the bed, exhaling deeply, his gaze fixated on the ceiling. Attempting to steady her racing heart, Odette instinctively moved away from Bastian, seeking as much distance as possible. It was only then that Bastian¡¯s realization dawned upon him, as he noticed Odette concealed under the blanket, curled up in fear. ¡°Odette, don¡¯t touch me while I am asleep,¡± Bastian uttered in a hushed tone, his partially closed eyes now open. His voice possessed a soft yet chilling quality. ¡°I thought you had a nightmare,¡± Odette attempted to justify herself, but Bastian remained silent. His gaze fixed vacantly upon her before he averted his face without a word. ¡°¡­forgive me.¡± Eventually, Odette yielded and offered an apology. Bastian, however, maintained an impenetrable silence, as though erecting a barrier between them. It felt as if the man who once yearned for her and the man who coerced her into accepting his gift existed solely within the realm of Odette¡¯s dreams. Confusion filled Odette¡¯s gaze as she observed Bastian, unable to comprehend the true nature of their current situation. He remained a man shrouded in countless enigmas, leaving her uncertain of the depths of his heart. The longer they spent together, the more questions arose, further intensifying the sense of mystery that surrounded him. ¡°Alright, good night, Bastian,¡± Odette uttered, summoning her final ounce of courage. ¡°You too,¡± Bastian responded tersely, accompanied by a faint smile. He then reclined, returning to his previous position on his back. It marked the first instance of such an occurrence since they had begun sharing the same bed. Just as Odette believed they were growing closer, Bastian once again retreated to a distant place. Resigned to the growing distance between them, Odette enveloped herself in the warmth of the blanket and shut her eyes. Ultimately, Odette arrived at a single conclusion: she could not comprehend this man. The uncertainty surrounding him posed a threat not only to her own life but also to Tira¡¯s. She refused to become a woman consumed by the allure of a treacherous poison. With that final notion lingering in her thoughts, Odette closed her eyes, bidding farewell to the turmoil within her. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* As dawn drew near, the rain that had persisted throughout the night finally ceased. Theodora, immersed in slumber under the morning sunlight pouring through the clear sky, didn¡¯t awaken until close to noon. Battling a pounding headache, she resorted to pouring herself a generous glass of alcohol in hopes of alleviating the discomfort. Just as she settled back onto the sofa, clutching the glass, a knock echoed through the door of her bedroom. ¡°Come in,¡± Theodora uttered, her voice tinged with frustration. Despite her inclination to unleash her anger upon Odette, an overwhelming irritation had seemingly drained her of energy. Jeff Klauswitz was consumed by his desire to seize the diamond mine swiftly. As long as there was no concrete evidence suggesting it was a trap, he remained convinced that there would be no issues. Theodora, on the other hand, implored him to exercise caution and exhibit patience, but she harbored doubts about her ability to restrain Jeff¡¯s impulsive nature for much longer. In the midst of her mounting anxiety, Theodora found solace in the approach of Nancy, who presented her with a note delivered by her niece, Molly, dispatched by Odette. Upon catching sight of it, Theodora swiftly stood up from her chair, abandoning her untouched beverage. A glimmer of delight graced her fatigued countenance, which had been marked by a restless night¡¯s sleep. ¡°Prepare yourself for departure. We must hurry!¡± CH 87 As the preparations drew to a close, the devoted butler made his entrance. Gracefully, Lovis strolled through the bedroom, his time-worn face illuminated by a beaming smile. Bastian, surrounded by attendants helping him with his attire, turned to greet the elderly butler. The shining badges of honor adorning his navy-blue uniform captured the morning sunlight. ¡°Master, my heart swells with joy and pride. Your mother and maternal grandfather, watching from the heavens, must surely be brimming with pride as well,¡± Lovis¡¯s eyes glistened with emotional tears. ¡°Well, it seems like a story that sends shivers down one¡¯s spine,¡± Bastian remarked, a playful smile gracing his lips. Lovis, momentarily surprised, soon let out a chuckle. Fourteen years had passed. Lovis had closely watched him for a long time. At first, he had disapproved of Carl Illis¡¯s decision to make a child, who bore a striking resemblance to their greatest enemy, as his heir. However, that baseless bias soon dissipated. By the age of twelve, Bastian Klauswitz had matured into an adult. He was distinct from his father in every way, except for his looks. Yet, it was also hard to see him as a member of the Illis clan. Bastian embodied perfection. He had not only surmounted countless challenges and tribulations but had also achieved resplendent feats. In his eyes Bastian was the greatest masterpiece. Lovis took pride in this, but it was mixed with a hint of sadness. Bastian¡¯s life had been a ceaseless quest to prove his worth and capability. A model student. An honorable soldier. A skilled businessman. His achievements outshone those of others, but when stripped away, his life resembled a desolate landscape, brimming with solitude and an aching emptiness. And Odette was the one who filled that void. Lovis no longer questioned this truth. Lately, Bastian had started to resemble a young man his age, more vibrant and lively. It was nothing short of an extraordinary transformation¡­ ¡°Please forgive me, Master. It seems inappropriate to shed tears on such a joyous day,¡± Lovis quickly apologized, wiping away his tears. Once Lovis regained his composure and professionalism as an adept butler, he began by sharing the train station departure time, followed by providing an update on the completed preparations. He also remembered the crucial task of delivering a message. ¡°Mr. Mueller contacted me. He would like to speak with you over the phone before your departure to Lausanne. There¡¯s a matter he wishes to discuss, and it would be appropriate for you to call him now.¡± ¡°Very well, I shall.¡± ¡°One more thing, Master,¡± Lovis hesitated, causing Bastian, who had just begun to walk, to stop. ¡°Master¡­ Ha¡­ have you told her¡­?¡± Bastian¡¯s eyes narrowed in confusion at the question, ¡°What do you mean, Lovis?¡± ¡°Ah¡­Never mind, master. It¡¯s just¡­.a slight misunderstanding.¡± Intimidated by Bastian¡¯s intense gaze, Lovis skillfully defused the situation. To his relief, Bastian let out a soft chuckle before leaving the bedroom. The moment the door closed, the attendants burst into a chorus of lament. ¡°So close! Just one more word!¡± ¡°This isn¡¯t the time for idle chatter.¡± ¡°Sir Lovis, aren¡¯t you curious too?¡± ¡°Not as much as you¡¯d think.¡± The attendants shuddered at Lovis¡¯s sharp retort. Their eyes gleamed with curiosity. When would their master reveal his feelings to the madam? Indeed, when? The grand mansion¡¯s servants eagerly speculated about the timing. Their excitement reached fever pitch after knowing that Bastian had brought back the ring he¡¯d commissioned from the jeweler. Lovis left his master¡¯s quarters, striding with poise and authority, a faint smile on his lips, as the chattering servants remained behind. Most bets were on two days, with none exceeding four. The servants were convinced that Bastian wouldn¡¯t leave for Lausanne alone. In truth, Lovis shared their sentiments. If money were on the line, he would wager on one day. It was his secret hope for the hero who transformed into an awkward young man when confronted with something called love. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The VIP waiting room at Ratz Station hummed with activity as passengers, majority aristocrats and affluent people attending the naval festival, who awaited the express train to Lausanne. ¡°Smile, Franz, don¡¯t look so glum. If anyone sees you, they¡¯ll think you¡¯re attending a funeral,¡± Theodora scolded her son. Her irritation was evident, though her lips formed a tender smile. ¡°Why must I go to Lausanne?¡± Franz set down his teacup, his expression disgruntled. ¡°You should have visited Bastian directly that day and negotiated with him, so we wouldn¡¯t have to play the fool like this!¡± ¡°Fool? What do you mean?¡± Theodora¡¯s voice rose. Undeterred, Franz boldly aired his grievances. ¡°Exactly. Look, Mother! Everyone¡¯s staring at us. The social world knows that we and Bastian are enemies, yet you expect us to stand and applaud at Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s award ceremony like circus performers?¡± Franz¡¯s face flushed with embarrassment. The diamond mine, once believed to be their salvation, was exposed as a cunning trap set by the devious Bastian Klauswitz. The day she obtained the evidence, her mother decided to attend her stepbrother¡¯s naval festival. Her father, seething with anger, wanted to eliminate Bastian right away, but her mother¡¯s stubbornness won out. ¡°I am trying to protect this family from danger, so you must heed my words, Franz!¡± Despite hurting her husband¡¯s pride, his mother persisted in attending the event. Her disregard for her husband¡¯s feeling was unusual, as she typically adhered to and honored his wishes. ¡°When you have a powerful weapon, you must also learn to wait for the right moment,¡± Theodora said, her gaze distant as she spoke to Franz. Odette was a valuable chess piece. However, Theodora hesitated, as Odette seemed skilled only in playing the role of Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s faux wife, lacking the savvy and experience of a spy. Nevertheless, one could argue that Odette had successfully completed her mission, considering Bastian¡¯s unawareness, which amazed Theodora. That¡¯s why she now aimed to hide her intentions, avoiding unnecessary attention. Perhaps this offered an opportunity to retaliate against the numerous insults she had endured from Bastian. ¡°Let Bastian have his time as a hero, Franz. There¡¯s no harm in you temporarily playing the part of a fool. Because in the end, you will triumph over that hero.¡± ¡°What do you mean, Mother?¡± ¡°Your father is getting older, and his time is growing short. The moment has arrived for you to stand as Bastian¡¯s rival.¡± ¡°But, Mother! I¡­¡± ¡°Do not think of claiming Bastian¡¯s wife without unwavering determination! If you want her, you must be strong. Even animals engage in deadly battles to secure the mate they desire.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t talk about Odette like that!¡± Franz objected, glancing around nervously to make sure no one else had heard. He felt a sense of self-pity, as his unrequited love was so pitiful that he was tempted to laugh at his own plight. ¡°That¡¯s the way of the world, Franz. Thus, there¡¯s no harm in showing Odette that you are stronger than Bastian.¡± Theodora used the most powerful bait to persuade her son. A blend of sorrow and relief flickered in Franz¡¯s quivering eyes, reminiscent of Jeff Klauswitz¡¯s raw and na?ve side, which she admired so much. ¡°Look, Ella has arrived,¡± Theodora whispered to Franz, nodding towards a table across the room. Ella and her mother, Countess Klein, had just entered the VIP waiting area. Franz¡¯s expression soured at the sight. ¡°Be kind to Ella as she will be your wife. It¡¯s the secret why I can tolerate your father¡¯s numerous affairs.¡± ¡°Mother, please¡­¡± ¡°Why? Do you plan to make Odette your wife? To marry your stepbrother¡¯s former spouse?¡± Theodora interrupted her son¡¯s futile hopes with a sarcastic smile. ¡°First, ensure Ella¡¯s happiness. Then, I will provide you the means to win Odette. Understood?¡± Theodora¡¯s gray eyes gleamed coldly. Although Franz¡¯s face remained expressionless, she already knew her son¡¯s answer. She wished for Bastian to fall for his wife. That way, Franz¡¯s triumph would be all the more glorious. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* When Bastian Klauswitz made his entrance, Ratz Central Station teemed with spectators who had gathered upon hearing the news. The bustling crowd filled every corner, and the cheers from the throng drowned out the sounds of trains arriving and departing. With the aid of officers assigned to maintain order, Bastian and Odette walked onto the platform. ¡°Please follow me.¡± The officer struggled to guide them towards the Lausanne-bound train. Bastian moved through the crowd, carrying Odette in his arms. The atmosphere at the train station was extraordinary, as though they were commemorating a triumphant war victory. The articles featuring the hero of the Battle of Trosa seemed to have left a notable impact on the public. A masterful propaganda effort by the navy and Bastian was well aware of the role he had been assigned. The Battle of Trosa victory was undoubtedly impressive, but not one deserving such an extravagant celebration. Even so, the navy required a hero to enhance the Imperial fleet¡¯s prestige, and Bastian was the perfect fit. Additionally, the Emperor¡¯s eagerness to conceal his daughter¡¯s scandal contributed another dimension to the intricate game, broadening its scope. Upon reaching the special train compartment, Bastian first assisted Odette in boarding, then turned around, removed his hat, and bowed to acknowledge the crowd, who gave him a standing ovation. Having successfully played his part, Bastian boarded the train without hesitation. When the announcement for the last guest¡¯s boarding was made, the whistle signaling departure resounded for an extended period. Saturday, 11:45 AM. Delayed by ten minutes due to the adoring crowd, the express train to Lausanne departed from the capital city¡¯s central station. The sky beyond the steam dissipating along the tracks shone as brightly as the name of a hero who had reached the pinnacle of his glory. CH 88 As the sky bled crimson at dusk, the tea party attended by the officers¡¯ wives gracefully concluded and they departed the venue in accordance with their husbands¡¯ ranks. Suffering from a pounding headache, Odette, the Captain¡¯s wife, couldn¡¯t walk ahead of the others. She patiently awaited her turn to descend the staircase at the centre of the line. In the future, her position would shift when her husband, Bastian, earned his promotion to Major. ¡°Congratulations once again. Your husband must be overjoyed.¡± ¡°Please pass along our congratulations to Captain Klauswitz. Ah, he¡¯s no longer a captain; should we address him as Major now?¡± Hearing this, Odette only smiled, expressed her gratitude before taking her leave. She and several other officers¡¯ wives exited the dining room and headed toward their respective train compartments. The train hummed rapidly, harmonizing with the soft whispers in her ears. Odette drank in the picturesque tableau unveiled before her: quaint farmhouses and vast, rolling hills rushing past through the gap between the train carriages, all under the watch of the autumn sun as it slowly bowed towards the distant horizon. ¡°Odette?¡± Someone¡¯s voice called her name. Odette turned the corridor¡¯s end and spotted Franz Klauwitz standing there. ¡°Your face is pale; are you alright?¡± Franz asked with concern, approaching her. Odette gave a gentle nod. ¡°I¡¯m fine, don¡¯t worry.¡± ¡°Hold on!¡± Franz suddenly gripped Odette¡¯s arm. ¡°What are you doing? That¡¯s impolite!¡± Odette tried to brush off Franz¡¯s hand, but he held on even tighter. ¡°Are you stressed because of Bastian? Or my mother?¡± ¡°Release my hand.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not my mother, Odette. I¡¯ll stand by you, and you can trust me. I can help you. If you want, I can help you escape tomorrow to a place where neither Bastian nor my mother will ever find you!¡± Franz declared, his breath quickening. Odette fixed her gaze on Franz, calm and collected. She had suspicions and wasn¡¯t taken aback to discover that Franz already knew everything. ¡°If you truly wish to help me, let go of my hand now and leave!¡± ¡°Odette, I¡­¡± ¡°All I want from you is this, Mr. Franz Klauswitz.¡± Odette stated resolutely, suppressing both her stabbing headache and her vision becoming increasingly blurry. Still, her gaze remained unyielding¡ªno hints of sadness or uncertainty lingered in her eyes. Seeing her resolve, Franz finally let go of her hand, and Odette dashed toward the carriage door and flung it open. ¡°Heavens, Odette! Why are you flinging the door open like a madwoman?¡± Ella von Klein shrieked in surprise as she sought her fianc¨¦. ¡°I apologise, Ella.¡± Odette quickly passed Ella, who maintained her disdainful glare. After returning to her compartment, Odette lay down on the sofa. Cold sweat trickled from her temples, and her gloves, damp with perspiration, clenched tightly. Why were Franz and his mother here? Puzzled, Odette tried to decipher Theodora Klauswitz¡¯s intentions, but no answers revealed themselves. The accord had been reached. She had provided them with what they sought, and they had agreed to maintain the secret. Though Theodora was not entirely reliable, Odette had faith that she would honour her promise, particularly with a provision that, if the scheme became public knowledge before Bastian left, their bargain would be null and void. Initially, Theodora Klauswitz resisted, but her expression shifted when she presented her with a photograph of them departing an old music store at 12 Rahner Street, snapped by a detective she had employed. ¡°If it pleases you, I¡¯ll hand over this photo to you; after all, it¡¯s merely a duplicate.¡± So she felt assured that Theodora would not disrupt the festival, at least not until all traces of evidence were effectively wiped away. Drained, Odette reclined on the sofa, striving to compose herself. Ever since pilfering the diamond mine documents and surrendering them to Theodora, a night of restful sleep eluded her while Bastian lay beside her. She longed and prayed for time to hasten its pace, yet she recognized the impossibility of her wish. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Pausing at the doorway, Bastian¡¯s eyes were drawn to the faintly lit carriage interior, where only the soft caress of moonlight filtering through the windows illuminated the space. Glancing at his wristwatch, Bastian softly approached the slumbering Odette, nestled on the sofa after her taxing day. He wanted to ease her into the bed for added comfort but then thought better of it. As the train rhythmically clattered across the river bridge, Odette¡¯s head found sanctuary on Bastian¡¯s shoulder. The resplendent moon overhead bathed the carriage in otherworldly light, enchanting the autumnal night With great care, Bastian adjusted Odette¡¯s position, ensuring her comfort without rousing her from sleep, allowing her to lean against him a little while longer. Across the river, the train gently traversed through the hazy meadow. Her tranquil slumber painted a picture of pure serenity, akin to being enveloped in the placid pool. Life, unfolding this way, seemed agreeable, and Bastian felt he could confront any challenge anything that came their way with a calm mind. He longed to be at her side. The desire to spend every night together and welcome each glorious morning, with her presence eternally in his life, filled his heart. ¡®Come with me¡­¡¯ Would a sweet smile grace her lips if he confessed his love? Bastian gazed tenderly at Odette, seeking the depths of her heart. He recognized that her captivating smile occasionally veiled hidden truths, yet he ached for the warmth of genuine sincerity beneath. With the festival looming, Odette appeared tense and agitated, like a wife fraught with worry over her husband. Yet, she never questioned the ring he bought for her, her demeanour displaying indifference, as if the occasion had evaporated from her memory. She was a riddle¡ªcaptivating and seemingly untouchable. Perhaps that was what rendered him a prisoner of his own anxieties. In quiet reflection, Bastian reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a small velvet box. Upon opening the lid, a dazzling diamond ring sparkled. Among all precious stones, diamonds perfectly echoed her ethereal essence. With a smile, Bastian returned the box to his pocket. He decided to save the ring for a more fitting moment¡ªwhen they embarked on a new chapter of their lives together. Then, and only then, would he lovingly embellish her finger with the cherished token. Though lacking certainty, Bastian realized that giving a ring to a woman just awakened from slumber was a less heartfelt. He checked his watch again, took a deep breath, and allowed his eyes to close. The upcoming dinner cast a shadow, promising to be drawn-out, monotonous, and draining. Before facing the event, he wanted to rest for a moment Beside this woman. In perfect harmony with her tender presence. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* As Odette awoke, the truth struck her¡ªthis was no dream. She stifled a scream to find herself resting against Bastian¡¯s shoulder. Gingerly, she raised her head, careful not to awaken him. ¡°Ah¡­¡± She let out a faint grimace as her hair tangled in Bastian¡¯s shoulder badge. Gently tugging at the strands, the entanglement worsened Bastian¡¯s eyes opened, he smiled as he watched Odette shrouded in darkness trying hard to free her hair. ¡°Forgive me, Bastian.¡± The prior night¡¯s events flooding back, Odette hastily apologized. ¡°I-I¡¯m sorry, my hair¡­¡± ¡°Are you okay?¡± Bastian asked, sensing the fear beneath her words. That night, his vulnerability lay exposed, brought by the humiliation of his ailment. Though not severe he momentarily lost control over his thoughts and actions, overcome with emotion in Odette¡¯s presence. ¡°I¡¯ll set it free.¡± Bastian gently removed the knotted strands caught on his badge. ¡°Odette¡­if only¡­ If one night, while I sleep beside you, I disappear somewhere¡­¡± Whispering her name, Bastian looked at her face as he traced his fingers through her silky tresses. He was acutely aware that his illness rendered him vulnerable, an easy target, so he had been hiding it. And yet¡­ Eyes brimming with unspoken emotion, Bastian¡¯s tender gaze met hers, ¡°Should it happen, would you search for me and find me?¡± His calm question resounded without a doubt. Odette looked at him, With her hair finally freed, ¡°Yes, of course¡­..I¡¯ll find you.¡± Her smile illuminated the tender scene¡ªa reflection of the moonlight embracing them. CH 89 The express train to Lausanne served as a bustling miniature world of genteel society; its dining carriage overflowing with distinguished personas, comprising of royalty, celebrated opera vocalists, and influential military personas, all gathered for a grand dinner. En route towards the jubilee, the crowd¡¯s favorites were the naval officers, especially the commanding North Sea Fleet¡¯s Captain, Bastian Klauswitz. Amidst the festivity, he stood out as the heartthrob of the hour. ¡°Remarkable character, Mrs. Klauswitz,¡± said Countess Klein, seizing the silence. Theodora, previously attuned to the naval officers¡¯ table, redirected her gaze. The Countess could tell from Theodora¡¯s sharp look the impending response. ¡°Pardon?¡± ¡°I refer to you applauding your stepson¡¯s triumph, even though he usurped the railway project from you.. You¡¯re an extraordinary mother, aren¡¯t you, Ella?¡± ¡°Indeed, mother,¡± agreed Ella softly, her eyes carrying a spark of dissatisfaction as she noticed Franz¡¯s continued attention on Odette. With a sip of her wine, Theodora stealthily prodded Franz¡¯s leg, making him glimpse her way nervously. Nearly every gentleman in the vicinity had stolen a glance at Bastian¡¯s wife. ¡°Countess, your praise seems a bit extravagant. We are, indeed, deeply disappointed, but we must separate public matters from personal ones. Despite our strained relationship with Bastian, he remains part of our family. After all, Bastian is my husband¡¯s son, and Franz¡¯s stepbrother,¡± countered Theodora firmly, effectively silencing Countess Klein. With each passing day, Bastian¡¯s reputation continued to rise ¨C a phenomenon Theodora intended to exploit. To her, the ¡®heroic elder brother¡¯ image could provide a shining reflection that could cascade onto Franz. ¡°Ladies and gentlemen, let¡¯s raise a toast to the star of our Navy, Captain Klauswitz!¡± Admiral Demel shouted, rising to his feet and projecting his voice. All eyes in the restaurant fixed on the naval officers¡¯ table. Amid raucous laughter and enthusiastic applause from the Admiral, a wave of jubilant cheers swept the room. As servers delivered toasts and champagne to each table, Countess Klein and other nobles, who were less fond of Bastian, were forced to raise their glasses, much like Theodora and Franz. While known for his sociability and preference for strong drinks, Admiral Demel was not an easy figure to mingle with. As the Naval Chief and close confidante of the Emperor, his presence at the Navy festival was perceived as the Emperor¡¯s proxy. He was here to endorse this grand celebration of Bastian¡¯s success. Gracing Demel¡¯s face was a satisfied smile as he observed Bastian and Odette, a vision as breathtaking as the magazine photographs that caught the Empire¡¯s eye. ¡°To the Empire¡¯s glory and victory,¡± toasted Bastian, glasses clinking with Odette¡¯s. Seeing Bastian as the focal point, all Theodora could muster was a wry smile. The serene dignity she radiated wasn¡¯t learned, but an inherent characteristic. It was truly beyond her understanding ¨C how could the daughter of a junk dealer and a money launderer birth a son like Bastian? Having smeared Bastian with various ignominious tags, Theodora was now tasked with digesting this bitter truth. Bastian thrived in adversity, growing stronger instead of succumbing to failure. To him, poison was not lethal but nourishing. Theodora realized her conventional attempts to oust Bastian were futile, fearing he might threaten Franz¡¯s position. So her new plan involved ruining his life from within. Amidst Admiral Demel¡¯s spirited celebration, the lively atmosphere persisted, foreshadowing a late night for the officers. As dessert arrived, Odette suddenly rose. Observing the Klauswitz couple while sipping her tea, Theodora saw Bastian chatting with Admiral Demel before bidding Odette an early goodbye. Following Odette¡¯s exit, Bastian retrieved an iris flower from her hair, pinning it onto his collar, and accepted Demel¡¯s offered drink. Theodora¡¯s expression brightened. Bastian wasn¡¯t one for grand gestures without an audience, and the only remaining reason was something she had been hoping for. It seemed the time was ripe for Franz to overcome Bastian. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Leisurely nursing his cigar and brandy in a freshly refilled glass, Bastian lent half an ear to the inebriated ramblings of a middle-aged colonel. His view began to clear of the hazy cigar smoke, and his eyes, previously at ease, zeroed in on his reflection in the carriage window. Riding the rhythmic pulse of the rails, the express train pressed onwards towards Lausanne, past shadow-cloaked hills and fields that unfurled in a swift. As the moon¡¯s silvery glow kissed the tranquil surface of the lake, Bastian stood, snuffing out the last whispers of his half-smoked cigars. The following afternoon, he¡¯d arrive at Lausanne Station, where he¡¯d need to hurry to the ceremony venue. Achievements tainted with coincidence, luck, intent, and political machinations held the same weight. Even as an admiral, the chance to feel a similar honor would prove difficult. A sudden longing took hold: he must become Odette¡¯s legal husband before the train concluded its voyage. He wanted to stand beside her on the ceremony as a legitimately wedded couple, not merely contract-bound, so they could reminisce about that day, forever etched in the sands of time. His newfound resolution seemed to change the landscape whizzing past the train window, and his strides became lighter. Bastian traversed the dining corridor, heading to the adjacent compartment, quickening his pace as Odette¡¯s carriage neared. ¡°Why the rush? Cooking up another cunning plan?¡± Franz appeared suddenly, obstructing Bastian¡¯s path in the guest room corridor. ¡°Move,¡± Bastian curtly dismissed Franz, brushing off his hand and advancing towards the door. ¡°Does the Emperor know his revered war hero is a scam artist peddling fake diamonds?¡± Franz tried to block Bastian, his fear akin to confronting his father, yet mustering bravery. ¡°You¡¯ve lost the privilege of railway construction, now involved in a mining hoax?¡± Bastian retorted, a smile playing on his lips. ¡°Quit feigning ignorance, Bastian,¡± Franz demanded, brandishing a stack of papers. ¡°Your deceit nearly worked. Your commitment to perfecting the lie was unwavering. I¡¯m puzzled how you managed an impressive roster of fraudulent investors. Did you buy them off with the proceeds from selling junk? Yet, those prominent figures won¡¯t be easily swayed.¡± ¡°You¡¯re drunk. Go back, sleep in your mother¡¯s arms.¡± ¡°Though Laviere and Ewald are your confidants, I can¡¯t fathom Herhardt being similarly taken in. Did you grovel and use your sycophantic skills to reel him in?¡± Franz proffered the stolen list of Odette¡¯s investors, who were duped into believing they¡¯d profit from a bogus diamond mine. Bastian coolly examined the documents, unnerving Franz. ¡°You¡¯d do better to shed that military uniform. A magician¡¯s career would suit you better. Wasting your knack for conjuring a diamond mine from barren rock is a pity, isn¡¯t it, fraudster?¡± Franz hurled the final paper at Bastian, striking his cheek. Trepidation seized Franz; his actions risked Odette¡¯s safety, but he saw no alternative. He could only hope Bastian wouldn¡¯t pursue brutal measures to Odette. Surely, Bastian wouldn¡¯t kill the Emperor¡¯s niece. If Odette were harmed and discarded, Franz would rescue and care for her, surrounding her with solace, reprieve, and love. He believed, eventually, she would open her heart to him. Bastian bent down, slowly retrieving each scattered page. ¡°You think you¡¯re an omnipotent god. A foolish man who¡¯s smitten with a woman, oblivious to her true identity¡ªa spy.¡± ¡°Where is your mother?¡± Bastian, having read the final page, asked. ¡°Why inquire about my mother?¡± Franz bristled, ¡°This is a matter between us¡­¡± ¡°Best you reveal yourself, Mrs. Klauswitz!¡± Bastian suddenly hollered, perceptive of her lurking behind the shut door. Franz¡¯s gaze turned sheepish at his mother. Soon, the corridor door swung open. ¡°Wish to weep on my shoulder? By all means, but shouldn¡¯t you meet your wife first? Odette holds your answers, not me.¡± Theodora juxtaposed herself before Bastian with a smile gracing her face,. Concurrently, Franz¡¯s fear surged as another passenger¡¯s footsteps echoed closer. ¡°M-Mom.¡± ¡°Till next, Mrs. Klauswitz.¡± ¡°Okay. Let¡¯s go, Franz.¡± On departing, Theodora¡¯s sight fell on Bastian, firmly grasping the document pilfered by Odette. ¡°If only you were my son¡­¡± Theodora¡¯s whisper lingered in the air as she bypassed Bastian. ¡®I would give you the world.¡¯ She swallowed these words, to spare Franz any Before the corridor door shut behind her, Theodora glimpsed Bastian entering Odette¡¯s compartment. The eve of a grand celebration was dawning. CH 90 ¡°Bastian?¡± The door slammed open, jolting Odette from her moonlit reverie at the carriage window. She greeted him, adjusting her thin shawl with a smile. Entering the room silently, Bastian¡¯s usual quiet demeanor felt heavy and different tonight. ¡°What happened?¡± Odette gasped, noticing the scratch mark on Bastian¡¯s cheek. ¡°You¡¯re hurt! Let me get¡­¡± ¡°No need, stay there,¡± Bastian interrupted firmly. Disregarding his jacket onto the bed¡¯s foot, he locked the room and shrouded the carriage windows with curtains, then walked towards Odette, who stood frozen, tightly gripping a crumpled piece of paper. Placing the paper in Odette¡¯s hand, Bastian watched as she was mute in disbelief. Her lips trembled, her gaze hollow, as the bustle of the train sank into a muted rumble. The piercing whine of the engine was the only sound breaching her numbed ears. ¡°Take a look,¡± Bastian urged, handing Odette the paper. ¡°Bastian, this is¡­¡± ¡°Quickly,¡± His cold, abyss-like eyes locked on her. Odette lowered her gaze, accepting the paper hesitantly. Seeing the typed text and signature, she knew its content and how it reached Bastian¡¯s hands. Her secret sin was exposed, and she feared the consequences of her deal with Theodora Klauswitz. Hoping to keep it hidden longer, she knew her prayers would¡¯ve been in vain. Accepting her guilt, Odette braced for punishment but vowed to protect Tira. She met Bastian¡¯s gaze with tearless, stinging eyes. ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± Her apology diminished Bastian¡¯s smile. ¡°Sorry¡­.¡± he echoed, that sarcastic word stabbing his heart. ¡°That¡¯s what happened,¡± Odette said, clutching the paper. ¡°That¡¯s what happened,¡± Bastian repeated, his disappointment palpable. ¡°What? Haven¡¯t you checked it yet?¡± He concealed his anger, standing before Odette by the train window¡¯s curtain. Bastian waited for Odette¡¯s explanation. He wished to hear her refute the charges¨Dsaying it was a trap, a misunderstanding, even slander. He hoped she would ask him to trust her. If she refuted all, he was set to trust and dismiss the matter. He¡¯d accept a cowardly lie, anything but ¡®sorry,¡¯ which to him was a dog¡¯s whimper. ¡°Take another look,¡± he said, shoving the document back at her. Tears brimmed in Odette¡¯s eyes, yet she held back. Her pleas came as quiet apologies. ¡°WHY!¡± Bastian screamed, flinging the document to the floor. ¡°WHY ALLY WITH HER?!¡± ¡°She found a weakness,¡± Odette admitted, voice shaking. She hoped Bastian didn¡¯t know she stole the document to protect Tira. The harsh truth must remain unknown to him. ¡°I caused my father¡¯s paralysis,¡± she whispered. ¡°Beg pardon?¡± Bastian was taken aback. ¡°When I found out he met you secretly. I planned to apologize to you¨Dcouldn¡¯t meet. Upon my return, he¡¯d taken our savings in drunkenness. It led to an argument.¡± ¡°And?¡± ¡°I pushed him down the stairs. You must know the rest,¡± Odette confessed. ¡°Duke Dyssen said it was an accident, drunken slip on the stairs.¡± ¡°Right. Post-accident, my father forgot the incident ¨D I chose silence. Little did I suspect his memory¡¯s return,¡± Odette paused, fighting back tears. As she looked at Bastian, her sorrowful smile recalled their happier past, deepening her regret. Odette suspected Theodora Klauwitz had ulterior motives for exposing this secret, potentially to wreck their marriage. Despite the turmoil, it had an upside: she could shield Tira and spare Bastian¡¯s reputation, thus achieving her goal. ¡°My father wanted to send me to jail. He wrote a threatening letter. However, that letter fell into Madam Klauwitz¡¯s hands.¡± ¡°How?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t know. She had the letter and proposed a deal; I steal your business documents, she preserves the secret. I agreed.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t want to end up in prison.¡± ¡°You couldn¡¯t inform me?¡± Bastian scoffed, bewildered. He could understand if Odette pushing her gambling-addict father, even killing him, but concealing this deceit¡ªspying for his stepmother¡ªbaffled him. ¡°I didn¡¯t want more people to know about this¡­ I was afraid,¡± Odette bowed, her eyes welling up again. ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± ¡°Do you think I am incapable of solving your problem?¡± Bastian lifted her chin, reading her expression. ¡°Or you never thought about me?¡± Holding her neck, he questioned, ¡°Do you think you can get what you want by any means?¡± ¡°Bastian, I¡­¡± Fear silenced Odette, confronted with his icy gaze. The documents she stole, pivotal to the company, had been under lock and key in his office. Sense of despair and emptiness filled Bastian¡¯s heart as he realised how she could have taken it. A bitter laugh broke through his lips. Franz had been right ¨C His love for her blinded him, failing to see her as a spy and prey to manipulation. Ironically, if Theodora Klauwitz hadn¡¯t handed him those documents, he would¡¯ve never suspected Odette. Yes, doubt never crossed his mind. After Thomas Mueller¡¯s call about Jeff Klauwitz¡¯s self-interest, Bastian sensed a spy nearby leaking information. Yet he never imagined it would be his own wife, Odette, who had access to his private workspace. He would have trusted her blindly, out of love¡­. Bastian released her, a sarcastic smile appearing as he looked at the red marks on her neck. Long-lost memories of his mother resurfaced, her tear-stained eyes caused by his father¡¯s betrayal. Despite advice to divorce, she clung to their marriage, trusting and loving him until her tragic end. Though grateful for his birth, Bastian couldn¡¯t empathize with his mother¡¯s all-consuming love for someone so undeserving. Gazing at Odette, Bastian recognised his mother¡¯s reflection in himself. He was his mother¡¯s son¡­ Loving the undeserving¡­ Trusting a woman who betrayed him¡­ Just like his mother¡­ ¡°Bastian, I¡¯ll take responsibility,¡± said Odette, gripping his sleeve. ¡°Punish or imprison me, but wait until our contract ends and Tira graduates. I beg you.¡± ¡°Tira¡¯s graduation?¡± Bastian detached her grasp, purging her touch. ¡°Grasp the damage you¡¯ve caused, Lady Odette.¡± ¡°Bastian¡­¡± she reached for him again. ¡°Do you expect me to support your family after all I¡¯ve lost?¡± He finally knew the answer to the question he¡¯d often pondered all this time ¡®What am I to you?¡¯ Nothing. From the beginning until now, and always. CH 91 The rising sun¡¯s warm light flooded the room, painting every corner with its radiant hues, and even the tightly closed curtains couldn¡¯t dampen the cheerfulness of this bright morning. Bastian straightened himself, shifting his weight away from the wing chair¡¯s backrest. He opened a cigarette box without taking his gaze off Odette, seated at the opposite end of the sofa. He would have admired her in the angelic glow of the sunlight cast upon her, if he had not found out that she had betrayed him last night. Only when he took a cigarette from the box did Odette lift her head to look at him. She was deathly pale, emphasised by the redness of her eyes. Bastian said nothing and just looked at her as he lit his cigarette. All Odette could do was endure his scrutinising gaze, enduring the punishment that stretched on needlessly. Though she was filled with sorrow, Odette refused to let herself shed a single tear. Begging for mercy or forgiveness was futile, so she didn¡¯t waste the breath. All she wanted now was a temporary respite, to delay judgement until Bastian¡¯s business with the Emperor was concluded. After that, she would accept any fate, so long as she could maintain her protection of Tira. Please, she pleaded silently. Just as her gaze began to waver, Bastian flicked the ash from his cigarette into the ash tray, adding to the ever growing mound. ¡°If only you hadn¡¯t gotten caught.¡± Bastian exhaled a cloud of smoke, which hung in the air above their heads. He did not raise his voice, but the anger was still clear. ¡°How long were you planning on deceiving me, hmm?¡± Odette felt like this might be her last chance, but she struggled to find the words. No lie would last long under his scrutiny, so honesty seemed to be the only option left to her. After all, Bastian Klauswitz was a practical man, the Emperor¡¯s deal held them firmly in marriage. ¡°I thought I could hide it until you went to war,¡± she confessed, her voice trembling. ¡°Our contract ends when you return, so I thought if I could just get through that, I could safely request a divorce.¡± ¡°Ah, divorce.¡± Bastian remained taciturn, until a slow smile crept along his face. She might have been good at acting like a good wife in the open, but secretly she was a spy bent on betraying him. Bastian nodded approvingly, acknowledging Odette¡¯s plan. All he had to do was free himself from any vain and foolish notions to see the woman for what she truly was, a cold, calculating snob. Despite the blue blood running through her veins, she was mean and vulgar. He had let himself be blinded by her beauty and charm, but at the end of it all, she was no different to his step-mother. As he looked back on their time together, he true nature was clear for anyone with an ounce of wit to see. Wondering from one low point, to another, seeking a marriage that would elevate her far above what she deserved. She was able to disguise her greed quite well. What really niggled at him was that she didn¡¯t even have to try. He was so enraptured by the fantasy of it, that he willingly let himself get deceived. Discarding the cigarette butt, Bastian rose from the seat. He took a step toward the train window and yanked the curtains open, making himself temporarily blind by the bright sun. I love you, lets go together. Bastian¡¯s lips curled into a sneer as he recalled that futile confession of love. He couldn¡¯t help but feel a slight appreciation for his step-mother exposing the lie for what it was. At the very least, it stopped him making a critical error, though he had already made a fool of himself. He loosened his bow tie, it felt like it was slowly choking him. His watch said eight in the morning, the moment had arrived to commence preparations. Time to embark on his journey to be a hero. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian went through his morning routine robotically. He washed, shaved and changed into fresh attire. His agile movements went through the motions without thought, composing a countenance that betrayed no hint of how tired he was from the sleepless night. He finished by neatly combing his hair and slicking it back with pomade. Odette did not move from the end of the sofa, watching him go through his routine. It felt like she was paralysed in a nightmare. She longed to plead for her judgement, the waiting felt like a punishment itself. ¡°Prepare yourself, madam,¡± Bastian finally said to her. He adjusted his medals with meticulous attention to detail, then slowly turned to face her. As she looked up at him with mournful eyes, it felt like a vail lifted, revealing the woman who had captivated him since the day they had met. ¡°You said you wanted to atone for your sins, did you not?¡± His voice was calm. He turned and watched the tranquil waters of Lake Lausanne flowed past. He still desired that woman. It drove him mad, especially when he played with the idea to strike up the deal with the Emperor and force Odette into marriage. Tie the knot and have her commit to him for the rest of her life. It felt like he was under the influence of a spell. He chuckled as he took measured steps toward her. She had not said a word. Gradually his mind cleared from the pink fuzz with each step. He understood Theodora Klauswitz¡¯s intentions in exposing the spy. Theodora had no intention of causing a scandal, she wasn¡¯t foolish enough to challenge the Emperor directly, however it was clear that she deliberately used Odette as a weapon to provoke him. And he fell right into her trap. Through no fault of his own, he had disrupted a meticulous scheme and in order to make future promises, he would have to invest a lot of time and money once again. It was clear that the battle to come was going to be a lot more challenging than any he had fought before. All because of you. Once he stood right in front of Odette, he reached down and seized her chin, noting her enduring beauty. Even in that moment, when all he wanted to feel was contempt for the betrayer, he couldn¡¯t help but feel his heart lift when she looked into his eyes. ¡°Act modestly Mrs Klauswitz.¡± Bastian ordered, but strength in his grip. Of course he would strike a deal with the Emperor. Taking a deep breath, he knew he had to fulfil the marriage agreement he had made to compensate for the damages Odette had caused. He had no choice but to tolerate this woman for as long as it was necessary. Once the festival was over, he would go to Trosa Island, where he could seize lucrative opportunities for a few days patience, especially if he had to deal with this woman. ¡°I know you don¡¯t want to end up in prison, so you need to play along, otherwise you will be exposed as the criminal who attempted to kill her own father. Does that sound like a more compelling reason than adultery?¡± ¡°Bastian¡­?¡± ¡°Its up to you, live as the perfect little wife to the end of your contract, or I will put you in prison. You¡¯re good at pretending and deceiving everyone, that much is true.¡± Odette groaned as he pulled her chin up. ¡°Enough with your foolishness, Odette, you¡¯re debts will be brought to count by Tira Bryller.¡± Bastian warned. ¡°No, she has nothing to do with this!¡± For the first time, emotion flickered across Odette¡¯s face.Bastian was taken aback, but quickly replaced his surprise with a mocking laugh. ¡°Tira, please, spare her. It¡¯s all my fault, please¡­¡± ¡°Shut up, Odette,¡± Bastian frowned at her. ¡°All you need to do is obey me. It was clearly stated in the contract you signed. Smile as though you were the happiest woman in the world.¡± He traced his gloved thumb around Odette¡¯s lips and smiled at her elegantly. ¡°If you wish to safeguard your little sister¡¯s life, you must perform admirably.¡± CH 92 The express train to Lausanne pulled into its final destination and Franz guided his fiancee off the train. The platform of the central station was teeming with onlookers eager to catch a glimpse of the naval officers. Naturally, Bastian Klauswitz basked in the golden praise. ¡°Make way, step aside,¡± the officers shouted, but despite the concerted effort to clear a path, the onlookers remained stalwart and the passengers of the train had to push their way through. ¡°He¡¯s just an officer, not the damnable prince,¡± Ella grumbled, unable to tear her gaze away from the entrance. Franz waited for Bastian with a relaxed smile ever present, he was genuinely looking forward to greeting him. He relished at the idea of witnessing Bastian¡¯s pride first hand. While he was concerned for Odette¡¯s safety, Franz recognised the need to sacrifice to free her from a life no better than prison. Revealing Bastian¡¯s true nature to the world, it would significantly ease the divorce proceedings. ¡°Oh look, there, he¡¯s getting off now.¡± The onlookers buzzed with excitement, catching sight of Bastian. Franz swallowed nervously and tried to crane his neck over the crowd. Captain Klauswitz appeared with his beautiful wife. They beamed at the crowd with the biggest smiles and greeted the onlookers with such enthusiasm. When Bastian removed his cap and offered a bow, the cheers erupted and reached a fever pitch. Odette looked up at her husband with such affection and pride. ¡°Please, look over here,¡± reporters were shouting, brandishing their cameras like weapons. Bastian obliged and turned to the press, posing for them. His smile was charming and the way he embraced his wife displayed his ostentatious possessiveness. Franz looked at his mother, confused. Even Theodora could hide her sense of unease as the couple leaned into one another for a kiss. How could this be? Had he chosen not to blame Odette for betraying him? Franz forced down a lump in his throat, the flash of the camera¡¯s strobbed in his mind. In that brilliant flash of light, Odette smiled, embodying the image of the perfect wife and they lived happily ever after. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Prince Nikolai decided to take decisive action, ending the lingering doubt that had been plaguing him for months. With a sigh of despair, he made sure there was no more doubt. ¡°Princess Isabelle¡¯s side is also clean. Her entourage informs me that her heart is set and she is sticking to her bridal class,¡± the attendant said. Prince Nikolai nodded approvingly as he watched the Belov delegation progress along the main road leading to the naval port, where the Emperors envoy was waiting. The streets were adorned with the naval flags of both nations, fluttering in the breeze. Pollen floated on the air, like tiny golden drops blessing the progression. The military band played their marching tunes and the crowds cheered. The parade had surpassed all expectations, becoming a grand spectacle. Emperor Berg¡¯s intentions were clear, as he positioned Belov¡¯s name right next to the commemorations of the country¡¯s victory. It was a clear ploy to forge a military alliance between the two nations, perhaps also serving as an apology for his daughters missteps. Prince Nikolai smiled a the piece of paper in his hand. They were a summery of Captain Klauswitz¡¯s and his wife¡¯s history, from their initial encounter to their eventual marriage. What a mess, suspecting his wife¡¯s infidelity and meddling in other peoples affairs. It may be embarrassing, but it was necessary in preparations for a national marriage. The Berg Imperial Family had done their best to cover up the scandal surrounding the wayward Princess, but there were still many aspects that were unclear. Isabelle claimed her love for Bastian was something that had been nurtured from childhood. Even before the national marriage. She couldn¡¯t suppress her feeling and neither could she escape them. Isabelle¡¯s passion for Bastian surpassed all boundaries of mere infatuation. All he could do was muse on the thought that being blinded by love ran in the Berg family. What made it worse was the indifference Bastian showed Isabelle. It pained Nikolai to witness the cold treatment from the grandson of a junk dealer, but Isabelle¡¯s heart remained unrequited. It also made the marriage to the daughter of a fallen noble very suspicious. He had his thoughts, backed up when he met Bastian¡¯s wife, Odette, when they were introduced at a promotion ceremony. Nikolai had seen unequalled beauty before, but when he laid eyes on Odette, his breath escaped his body. He could not avert his gaze, no matter how hard he tried. If only she had been the Emperors daughter, he could have secured a marriage with her in a heart beat, but, she was given away like a bounty The one-line title, ¡®The man who married at first sight still passionately loves his wife¡¯ captured a wife beaming with happiness and a husband gazing lovingly at her. Attached to the report¡¯s last page was a photo of the couple from the evening paper, provoking an upsurge of resentment in his chest. It reminded him of the promotion ceremony all over again. ¡°I want this report discarded,¡± Prince Nikolai said, handing over the useless document to his attendant. Despite Isabelle¡¯s past, though a source of shame, was not an issue capable of severing the marriage between nations. Nikolai firmly believed that. Despite her immaturity, Isabelle held no lingering attachments to her cousin¡¯s husband. With the matter resolved, the wedding would proceed as planned. Prince Nikolai stepped out of the car, feeling a little lighter than before. The cheers from the crowd added to the excitement of the festival. The Prince made his way to review the vessel escorted by the honour guard. The distinguished guests, who had already arrived, stood as one and applauded, showing courtesy to the allied delegation. Odette could easily be recognised by the stiff, upright manner in which she sat. Prince Nikolai glanced at her. It looked as if her face had gone paler over night, making her look sickly. He frowned at the sudden change. She looked at him at the moment, with a bewildered expression, which was quickly covered by a warm smile. Her eyes shone just as brightly as they had always done. He greeted Odette before passing by. Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s wife was stunningly beautiful today, leaving the only memory etched in his mind. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian finished preparing for the review, buttoning his gloves before leaving the cabin. As he stepped outside, he was momentarily blinded by the bright sunlight. He took in the view high, blue sky dotted with cotton clouds, the vast sea that connected the horizons and let the fresh wind blow across his face. The naval review ceremony was the festival¡¯s main attraction. Today, the empires warships were scheduled to pass by for review in a specific order. Bastian was assigned to the very first battleship, at the head of the review. The honour eclipsed the shame of his past. ¡°Hey there, Bastian.¡± A voice called up to him as he went down the metal stairs. He recognised the voice, it belonged to a senior officer whom he often spoke to when he needed advice. The officer approached with admiration, quickly coming to a halt and waited for him at the bottom of the steps to the bridge. Recognizing the reason, Bastian calmly reassured him, ¡°We can speak freely when no eyes are upon us.¡± ¡°But¡­,¡± He hesitated briefly, eyes darting to Bastian¡¯s major rank badge, before smiled lightly. ¡°Alright then, if that¡¯s what the Major desires, I¡¯ll comply. Thank you, Bastian.¡± ¡°You¡¯re welcome.¡± ¡°I have received my appointment as planned,¡± Bastian said. ¡°Does that mean you will be departing alone?¡± ¡°Yes, that¡¯s the decision I have made,¡± Bastian said, calmly nodding. There conversation did not progress as a group of officers were approaching them. Showing his courtesy with a shallow bow, Bastian moved on passed the new group as they saluted him and he saluted in return. Bastian made his way up to the main deck, where the midday sun felt hotter than it ought to have done. He leaned on the railing, his mind drifting back to when he came out of the admiralty only to find Odette sat by the fountain, waiting for him. It was from that day that their relationship held more meaning than what was consigned to a contract. ¡®If I could live that season again¡¯ All these thoughts were nothing more than meaningless assumptions about the past. He knew that dwelling on them was futile and he needed to concentrate on what was to come, he should focus on the present. As he made up his mind, the sound of the captain boarding brought him back to reality. The officers, who had been chatting away noisily, took their seats and Bastian joined them at the head of the vanguard. This was a position he had worked hard for, not something that was given to him out of privilege. He stood at his assigned position facing the Lausanne¡¯s sea, his mind was clear, devoid of distraction. Despite the losses he had suffered, the gains he obtained along the way made it worthwhile. As the captain boarded, a long whistle pierced the silence, signifying their departure. Bastian looked toward the horizon, lifting his eyes from the shadow of his officer¡¯s cap. It was a perfect day, marking their voyage blessed by the god of the sea. CH 93 The review got underway as the vanguard set sail. Warships formed a line a short way out from the port and as each ship passed, they took their position in the long line stretching out along the horizon. On the port, the crowd had gathered in thick swarms to witness the ships passing, their enthusiasm never wavering during the long process. They persisted as near a hundred ships took their turn to line up. By the time the final ship took its place, the line stretched as far out as the eye could see. Odette focused her attention on the lead ship, the vanguard. Memories of the last two days melted from her mind like butter. Since returning the stolen documents to Bastian, time seemed warped, leaving her feeling like she was not really alive in her own mind. ¡°Odette, you look stunning today,¡± a friendly voice broke through her increasingly distant consciousness. Startled, Odette turned to face the source of the voice to see the Emperor and Empress approaching her. They must have boarded the ship without her notice. The Prince, his wife and Princess Valerie were also with them. ¡°I see you¡¯re eager to back with your husband, I¡¯ll have to hurry then,¡± the Emperor said, casting a glance out to sea, toward the vanguard. His light jest elicited a whispered laugh from the Empress. Odette lost her composure slightly, but was quick to gather herself, making it seem like she had lost herself to the excitement. She gave them a warm smile, not too warm, just enough to give the impression of a bashful young wife. As the Emperor and his family took their seats, the excitement that had permeated the deck of the review ship gradually calmed. Odette settled into her seat behind the Prince and his wife. Despite the worsening headache, she refused to drop her smile. She was like the happiest woman in the world. All in the name of protecting her sister. ¡°Look over there, Odette, come on.¡± Odette was roused by Marchioness Demel¡¯s excited voice. She was pointing to the flagship, the very one Bastian was on. It was saluting, marking the start of the ceremony. The Emperor climbed a podium and the guests rose out of their seats. Odette followed suit, striving to maintain her balance. With the fleets aligned, the soldiers were visible on deck, stood to attention and saluting. After the salute, the band struck up the imperial anthem. The Emperors review ship slowly drifted passed the vanguard shop, its soldiers becoming a distant smudge of dark shades. The memory of Bastian lingered in Odette¡¯s mind though. Major Klauswitz¡¯s presence blazed like the midday sun, the brightness of it leaving no respite for her eyes. It only served to remind her of that meeting at the Reinfeldt Hotel lounge. Odette shook her head, eager to move on from those memories. Bastian only saw marriage as a means to an end. She was only his for two years and after that, would she be dumped like yesterdays garbage? They had shared a moment of affection, but it ultimately stemmed from his fleeting desire to bed her. Bastian had not once faltered in his initial decision. The review floated on well into the afternoon. The Emperor proudly displayed his naval might for all to see and delighted with a smile. ¡°Now, how about a round of applause for the hero¡¯s wife?¡± the Emperor said, looking at Odette. Quickly, he orchestrated clapping from all the guests on the boat. Though it was rather unexpected, Odette remained as stalwart as she could manage. Initially with a gracious smile and a nod, she waved as only befitting the wife of a hero. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* When the sun set, the festive lights illuminated Lausanne and gave life to the city. Nation flags and colourful lanterns on every street, Sandrine enjoyed the breathtaking view. She leaned on the railing, cigarette smoke lazily drifting from her mouth. ¡°There are rumours that he will take his wife along with him to his new post,¡± she said. ¡°Ah, yes, I suppose he could do, did you hear anything else?¡± The noble lady next to Sandrine said. Odette, Odette, Odette, At the shipboard party hosted by the emperor, the name ¡°Odette¡± was heard everywhere. ¡°Nothing yet, so I suppose its all going ahead as planned. It¡¯s not like Bastian to reverse a decision at the last minute.¡± Sandrine looked out across the deck. She could see Bastian chatting with the Crown Prince of Belov. ¡°You underestimate him. When it comes to love, he has the ability to transform into a completely different person, more erratic and unpredictable.¡± The noble woman observed with a smile. ¡°Indeed,¡± Sandrine said, puffing out more smoke. ¡°Who would have thought that Bastian, of all people ,would become such a beloved figure, its no surprise if the unexpected were to happen.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, in fact, they are a couple where nothing goes as expected.¡± In the midst of the mocking jest, Odette decided to appear, attracting the attention of all the junior officers wives. Something felt off about her, Sandrine could sense it as she narrowed her eyes at Odette like a sleepy cat. She couldn¡¯t help but wonder if Bastian was trying to turn this woman into a true wife. Amidst the cheerful music and ambient notes of laughter, champagne bottles were being opened with explosive climaxes. Sandrine ignored it all, keeping a close eye on Odette. Despite her obvious exhaustion, there was an aura of unique coolness around her. A pitiful beauty. Sandrine knew she was facing her toughest opponent yet. She let out a sigh and set the cigarette down. She was fully aware of Bastian¡¯s desires, she understood that it was a primitive instinct, a way to satisfy his sexual needs while conveniently turning a blind eye to other matters. Their display of affection at public gatherings was no different. Sandrine held to the belief that Bastian could not be so easily swayed, there had to be something else. Sandrine struggled with that for a long while. She left the group she was hanging around with and headed toward Bastian. Bastian had mentioned that he had wanted to talk to her father, before he left on his new posting. It was an important matter, she could tell that much and her father agreed. She thought it was to discuss their marriage since Bastian will end his 2 years fake marriage with Odette. But what if it was about something else? Just as Sandrine reached Bastian, he turned around. He did not show any sign of surprise to see her approaching. ¡°Congratulations, Bastian. Now, I guess I should be calling you Major Klauswitz.¡± Without hesitation, Sandrine extended her hand, fully prepared for his rejection. Surprisingly, Bastian responded with kindness, taking her hand. ¡°Thank you, Countess Lennart.¡± ¡°Was I right in thinking that you will be departing next week?¡± ¡°Yes,¡± he said flatly. ¡°Well, since you are not holding any sort of farewell party, I will have to bid farewell and good luck to you now.¡± Sandrine let out a pitiful sigh. ¡°Everyone is talking about how you plan on taking your wife with you.¡± ¡°Nothing has changed, Countess, they are false rumours, I can assure you.¡± Bastian said, cocking an eyebrow. Sandrine¡¯s eyes sparkled with wide eyed joy. ¡°You can¡¯t be serious, she will stay here?¡± ¡°Yes, she will.¡± ¡°Then what was it you wanted to talk about before going out onto the battlefield?¡± Sandrine primed the question. Pride held significance now. If only he could sooth her anxiety, which ran through her like venom. ¡°Well, I just thought we could use the time to collaborate between Illis and Laviere¡± ¡°Could we confirm the promise here, is this a suitable place?¡± ¡°Well,¡± Bastian left room for an ambiguous response, an enigma that refused to be resolved. ¡°Good luck, Bastian, I will look forward to your eventual return, then.¡± Sandrine placed a hand on Odette¡¯s shoulder, in an attempt at mock friendship. ¡°Hi, Odette. Let¡¯s have a good time.¡± Sandrine couldn¡¯t help but notice how pale Odette looked. She moved passed the young woman and made her way out onto the deck. The remained of the sunset cast dark hues over the sea. The festive night glowed with bright orange light, under toned with laughter and music that carried across the city by the wind. CH 94 Bastian turned to look at his wife, who stood confidently by his side. She was undaunted even in the presence of the elderly generals. Odette¡¯s social skills shone brightest when challenged. ¡°To leave your wife here, alone, the Major is a soldier of extraordinary will, I wouldn¡¯t be able to do it,¡± chuckled a silver haired admiral. ¡°She is far too precious, I want to keep her safe. Torsa is not a good place for such a young lady,¡± said Bastian. Pleasant laughter erupted from the other officers. ¡°Even if the rumours of you becoming soft because of your wife were true, I still would never believe it. I never thought I would ever witness the day.¡± Once they had emptied their glasses and finished teasing the newly weds, the generals returned. Bastian never once let go Odette¡¯s waist, his smile not once faltering. It was clear that he was experiencing the most unforgettable day in his career. ¡°Smile,¡± Bastian whispered to Odette. Startled, Odette who was lost in thought, snapped her head up and smiled broadly. Their eyes locked and her already flushed cheeks grew even redder. Bastian chuckled. ¡°Are you not ready to sacrifice your life for your sister? Has your conviction already wavered?¡± Odette did not reply. ¡°Just tell me, I will be happy to respect that.¡± Still Odette said nothing. ¡°I suggest you answer me, Odette,¡± Bastian said sombrely. Odette avoided eye contact, reluctantly lifting her face toward him. The woman was fragile, like a porcelain doll and he feared the slightest touch could crack her. He was almost shocked to find himself wanting to see her cry, to hear her pleas and drop the facade. He wanted her to break down and beg to the point where he couldn¡¯t bear to hear her begging any more. ¡°¡­sorry,¡± she eventually said. A sigh escaped from Bastian¡¯s lips as Odette¡¯s eyes grew cold and emotionless. She was as calm as still water. Her determined expression and elegantly long neck only added to her majestic bearing. She was a remarkable actress. He still believed in her, even after he reminded himself why he had chosen Odette in the contracted marriage. Odette let out a laugh, mocking his foolishness. A beauty as captivating as the days that had once fed his fruitless dreams. Ultimately, every moment was a lie. Confronting the undeniable reality, the slowly drifting warship came to a halt. The time had come for the fireworks display, marking the end of the festival. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Seats had been provided for Major Klauswitz and his wife on the upper deck, a gesture of consideration from the Emperor. As Odette passed through the crowd, she felt like she was walking on a cloud. She was going to reach her limit soon, with her exhausted body no longer under her control, her legs numb and her vision blurred. Despite her struggle, she made it to the railing where she took deep breaths of fresh sea air. Bastian¡¯s promise remained unwavering in her mind, leaving no room for doubt. He had always been a man of his word, even though he was mean and vulgar most of the time. Odette took a shaky breath as the crowd cheered for the first sparks of dazzling light and colour that filled the sky. She did not look up as the fireworks burst one after the other. The world fell silent and darkness engulfed her. ¡®Please hang on.¡¯ Despite the impending punishment, Odette clung to her final regret. Just as tears threatened to break out, Bastian scooped her up before she fell. In that moment, a number of fireworks exploded across the sky, illuminating Lausanne with gold. Ignoring the onlookers, Bastian held Odette tightly under the golden rain. He will make her pay for her betrayal. Bastian put an end to the days agony. With Odette nearly fainting, he did his best to shelter her from the crowd around them, hiding her condition from prying eyes. He tried to sooth her by stoking the back of her head, looking at their surroundings as if weary for predators. Not yet. Only he could be the one to end her life; no one else would. Until that fateful day arrived, Odette had to remain steadfast and endure without crumbling. As the finale of the fireworks approached, Odette¡¯s panic subsided. Her body still trembled, but at least her breathing was steady. Bastian wiped away the cold sweat from her forehead with a gloved hand. Ignoring the strong desire to strangle her. As the night deepened and the festival drew to a close, colorful fireworks adorned the skies and sea of Lausanne, the breathtaking spectacle of the fireworks faded to memory. Bastian looked down at her, fully aware of the nosy onlookers. ¡°Be patient,¡± Bastian whispered With a sweet voice that belied the stern command, as if professing love Fear instinctively gripped Odette, resistance was futile. All eyes were upon them. She was trapped, no better than a prisoner and all she could do was brace herself against the impending agony. In that moment, they were nothing more than a mere jesters. With sudden realisation, Odette¡¯s vision blurred as tears of shame welled up. ¡°Bastian¡­¡± she said weakly, but the words were carried away by the air that smelled of gunpowder. Bastian lowered his eyes and calmly regarded her. In his pale blue eyes, a chilling sneer danced. Bereft of any remaining hope, Odette released her grip on him and to her surprise, he kissed her. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The Admiralty¡¯s grandest festival to date came to a triumphant close. From the resplendent victory march, the promotions ceremony and the awe-inspiring maritime review, Bastian Klauswitz stood as the heroic figure of the Battle of Trosa. Bastian sealed his triumph with a kiss at the climax of the fireworks. The Emperor watched him, having recognised Bastian¡¯s ambition and bright prospects. His accomplishments surpassed all expectations. It was a scene of such dramatic magnitude, so masterfully executed, he was wondering if they had a script writer. A self-assured smile graced the Emperors lips. The nations wedding would take place at the end of the year. Prince Nikolai cheered with unparalleled fervour, surpassing even the most enthusiastic onlooker. Doubts about Isabelle¡¯s fidelity did not linger. Would Bastian¡¯s continue his marriage to Odette after the promised period has expired? The Emperor looked down at the impudent hero. While it would be preferable for them to stay together, ultimately he would have to honour their choice should they decide to separate. The lover¡¯s kiss, as beautiful as any painting, dissolved amidst the final embers of the fireworks. The Emperor applauded them as the rest of the crowd cheered for the fireworks. It was a grand finale that deserved applause. CH 95 Bastian bid farewell to Ardenne at dawn, concluding the naval festival after a week. Gloomy expressions adorned the faces of the servants lining the front hall, a reflection of the rain that began last night and weighed heavily on the atmosphere. Bastian calmly boarded the waiting car, he did not look like a soldier bound for a rough post. Lovis, the butler, watched with some concern as Bastian¡¯s car swiftly vanished down the driveway. He held his gaze not daring to turn away as the hostess had yet to depart also. How had they ended up in this situation? Lovis looked to Odette, hoping that she might betray some reason. When Bastian returned from Lausanne, he promptly issued the order to prepare for departure, he never commented on the changes. The wager that had consumed the mansion ended with no winner, leaving everyone shocked and disappointed. There certainly didn¡¯t seem like there was no issue between the two of them. Something the whole staff believed in, at least, but those who witnessed the couple. The same sort of sentiment prevailed among the public. Media outlets in the empire covered the naval festival, and even highlighted the daily kisses between heroes and beauties. It bewildered everyone why the atmosphere between the couple had abruptly shifted. Bastian¡¯s stay in Ardenne lasted less than two days, and even then, the majority of his time was dedicated to handling urgent tasks for the company in Ratz, which had to be resolved before going to Trosa Island. If one looked closely, they would be able to see signs of distance between the couple, such as no longer sharing the same bed. Even on the night before his departure, Bastian chose to sleep in his own room. Their interactions appeared more courteous than those of a couple about to part ways. In the end, many were left to speculate that Odette did not want to leaver her lavish life behind for one of a military wife. As criticism of her grew louder, so too did the sympathy for Bastian, who was going off to war with a broken heart. This seemed the most plausible explanation to Lovis. ¡°It is getting cold, madam, we should go in.¡± Lovis said. Odette, who was still looking down the road after Bastian, turned around. ¡°Ah, yes,¡± a faint smile spread across her face. ¡°Let¡¯s get back to work, shall we.¡± Odette swiftly made her way back into the mansion, with the servants in tow. The sound of rain pelting the windows filled the otherwise quiet hall. ¡°Are you feeling well, mam?¡± One of the servants said, Dora, who couldn¡¯t help but notice how sickly Odette looked. ¡°Would you like me to call a doctor?¡± Odette calmly shook her head. ¡°Its fine, Dora, I¡¯m just tired. Some rest will be enough.¡± Odette slowly dragged herself up the stairs. She was plagued by headaches and constant chills, but it was nothing she couldn¡¯t handle. It was all done now anyway and it wasn¡¯t until she stopped in front of her bedroom door that the reality of the situation dawned on her. Bastian was gone and by the time he returned the contract will be finished. She was technically free. She would have thought the realisation would have made her feel light, but she felt the opposite. She dragged her leaden body into the room, feeling like water logged wool. The sound of a heavy lock marked the start of her new life. The earnest dream that had once justified this marriage had crumbled to dust. Now all she could do was wait and in waiting, felt the anxiety of it pressing down on her. When Bastian returned, he would no doubt bring her punishment for her crimes to bare, but in the meantime, she had to wait for it and she couldn¡¯t just forget about it either, it plagued her mind constantly. But at least Tira was safe, that one mote of good news lifted Odette considerably and she clung to it like a life raft in stormy seas. With every step she took, she thought that¡¯s a relief, that¡¯s a relief. As if chanting it brought it power to heal her. And yet, the weight of inescapable doom still cast shadows, causing her to collapse. Her legs buckled and her vision blurred. When she regained consciousness, Odette found herself sprawled out on the floor. The tension that had been building over the week finally dissipated. The bedroom was quiet, save for the mournful howls of the wind. Blankly, Odette over to the window, she did not try to lift her heavy body. Memories from her initial meeting with Bastian played out in the rain drops on the window. She could see the dingy gambling den, their departure marked by a dry kiss, the imperfection of their relationship every step of the way, but it hadn¡¯t been entirely terrible, but it was all ashes now. Odette noticed Margrethe, her loyal dog, who became more animated when their eyes met. She wagged her tail diligently and bounded over to Odette to lick her face. Her mournful whimpers resembling that of a crying child. ¡°Its okay, Meg,¡± Odette murmured, gently cradling the puppy. Margrethe relaxed into Odette¡¯s arms as she stroked the pup. It was a moment of solace for them both. Odette felt like she could face the future with a more humble heart now. This was the outcome of her choice and it was her responsibility. If she just rolled over, everything she had strived for would be in vain. Determination filled her, this was not an acceptable ends for her efforts. She wiped away her tears, straightened her bows, restoring herself to neatness. Margrethe became animated too, wagging her tail and lolling her tongue excitedly. Odette rose to her feet, Margrethe bounding around her ankles. She reminded Odette of Tira in a way. The force of the storm outside grew, shaking the trees. It promised treacherous sailing ahead. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian pulled up his collar, bracing himself against the storm. He made his way along the red road, covered in soggy leaves. He arrived at the docks where the transport ship waited for him. Upon seeing Bastian¡¯s approach, the junior officers and sailors halted and saluted. Bastian returned their salute and strode confidently across the docks. The carrier was crammed with additional troops from the North Sea Fleet, accompanied by family members who were mostly young wives carrying young children. A soldier shadowed Bastian and showed him to his cabin. ¡°This one will be yours, sir.¡± He said confidently. Bastian acknowledged the soldier with a nod, before heading in the opposite direction, heading toward the main deck. The soldier did not follow, his duty fulfilled. Just fifteen minutes later, the departure alarm sounded, prompting the waiting sailors into action. Bastian casually passed them by, making for the edge of the deck. Though the gloomy, dark skies were blanketed by grey clouds, he could just about see a faint light shimmering in the distance. It was the Ferris wheel, the very thing Odette used to stare out at, lost in thought. Bastian looked out to it now, lost in his own thoughts, his face devoid of expression. The anger and fury seemed to have fled from him in that moment. In the end, he felt like the outburst was pointless. Nothing had changed. The past week had been a constant struggle to prove his point. Upon returning from Lausanne, he wasted no time in attending to the affairs of the company. He sought understanding from Thomas Mueller, the one responsible for the practical matters of the company. Together they decided to abandon all current plans and although it was significant loss, it was the best solution for now. The plan now was to retreat and regroup. Fortunately, the railway business, which was joined with Laviere, was showing signs of success, averting one major crisis. If the marriage alliance with Sandrine came to fruition, it would provide a more stable platform for the foundation. And with that, everything came full circle, they were back to square one. Odette was no longer up for consideration and would be discarded as such. Bastian needed more time to plan his revenge. ¡°Five minutes to departure.¡± All along the deck, ropes were being tossed back to the ship and the engines spooled up, causing a deep, ambient rumble. They embarked in the pouring rain, following along the Prater River to western Berg and finally, via the North Sea, back to the Trosa Islands. As Bastian looked back at the city, he caught a flash of Odette¡¯s face in the storm. She was smiling and bade him farewell, she appeared as beautiful as ever and as a devoted wife. Bastian did not deny the sudden vision, but it slipped away after a short while, leaving behind a flash of memory he clung to. The transport ship picked up pace and sped under the open drawbridge. Bastian roused himself and strode back along the deck, braving the wind and rain. This marked the start of a voyage that would return them to their original orbit. CH 96 Today, just like before, the postman visited the mansion at 2 o¡¯clock. This is the exact moment when the afternoon sun illuminates the Ardenne Bay with a mesmerizing golden hue. The maid, after having retrieved the mail, made her way to the study. Odette sat at a desk by the window that overlooked the sea. It had become her haven and where she spent most of her time. Dora observed the piles of documents. ¡°Why don¡¯t you delegate all this to Mr. Lovis?¡± she said reassuringly. Odette was preoccupied with the organisation of the mansions decorations and landscaping, and simply nodded to Dora. With the extensive construction projects underway over the years, there were a lot of details that needed to be checked. One could say that Odette had spent the entire summer living and breathing at the mansion. ¡°Thank you for your concern, Dora,¡± Odette said with a smile. Dora was aware of the meaning behind the smile and cleared her throat. ¡°I have a letter for you, mam.¡± Odette placed her pen down and looked up at Dora. The letter was stamped with the Berg postmark, it was Bastian¡¯s monthly letter, which never failed to show up in the middle of the month. Odette carefully put on the practised expression of excitement befitting a devoted wife. She handled the letter delicately. With her task done, Dora backed away, gave a polite bow, then left the room. Letting her smile drop, Odette stared at the letter like it was a giant, slimy slug. She calmly opened the letter, unfolding the crisp, white paper, she found a cheque nestled inside. This had become a familiar sight. Just simple cheque with no further instructions. From the moment Bastian had embarked, he had sent her monthly cheques. It wasn¡¯t until the third month that Odette realised the meaning behind them. Payments disguised as love letters. She felt like she had no other choice than to accept the money and pretend to swoon at the imagined words inside if anyone was around when she opened the letters. Even after being betrayed Bastian didn¡¯t cut her salary. Determined not to linger on the sense of shame she felt, Odette stuffed the letter into the desk drawer and moved on. The amount of money she had accumulated since sighing the contract with Bastian was becoming substantial. It was reasonable to believe that her target had been achieved. An idea suddenly struck Odette, would it be wise to send Tira to the new world as well? A place far beyond the reach of even Bastian. She needed to make the decision before he returned. Taking a sip of tea, Odette looked out to the sunset. With all her hard work, the mansion should be complete in time for Bastian¡¯s return. Although she did not need to oversee the work herself, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction doing so, like she had given herself purpose. Finishing up her tea, Odette turned her attention to devising a reply to Bastian¡¯s letter. It was important to maintain the appearance of a loving couple and Bastian looked as if he was not yet ready to publicly announce their divorce yet. It was the best she could hope for after a long struggle. In a moment of respite, a drop of ink fell onto the blank page. Letting out a sigh, she wiped it away with a bit of cloth, but it had already left its mark. Odette calmly accepted the situation, approaching the fireplace with a folded letter. As she watched it turn to ashes and disappear, she returned to her desk. After making sure there was no trace left, she filled a fresh pen with ink and began writing anew. She decided that was enough. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The residence for the officers of the North Fleet was situated in the heart of the main island, in a peaceful residential area that one could reach after crossing through the city park. A military car carrying Major Klauswitz pulled to a stop at the entrance. The driver quickly opened got out and opened the passenger door. Despite being out to sea for a considerable amount of time, the Major had minimal luggage. ¡°Oh, sir, let me,¡± the driver said, reaching for Bastian¡¯s bags. ¡°No, just go back to your duties,¡± Bastian said, passing by the driver with a brief salute. He never once looked at the boy. A cold, misty rain fell from the low clouds. August was only just coming to an end, but it felt like the island was already in the midst of autumn. ¡°Hello Major.¡± A lively voice called out to him. Bastian looked up from where the voice came from a young lady stood in front of the officers residence. It was the wife of lieutenant Caylon, who lived next door. ¡°Have you finished your duties for the day? You must have had a hard time on the rough seas.¡± The young woman continued. ¡°I suppose, I just got on with it. Thank you for your concern ma¡¯am.¡± Bastian gave as polite a response as he could muster, with a ceremonial smile. Frustrated, Mrs Caylon adjusted her umbrella with an awkward smile. ¡°You¡¯ll be tired, I bet, go and get some rest. I would love to arrange for a little party for you, if you don¡¯t mind.¡± she said. ¡°Thank you, Mrs Caylon, but you don¡¯t need to put yourself out like that.¡± ¡°What do you mean? I cant just let the benefactor of my family go like this. It would be a great honour if you could allow me this small chance to show my gratitude.¡± Mrs Caylon was a very stubborn woman that never backed down. Lieutenant Caylon was a newly commissioned officer and as such, his family had been appointed a single accommodation, barely big enough for them all. While Bastian had been appointed a rather large and lavish accommodation that would suit Lieutenant Caylon and his family, so Bastian made the rash decision to swap. His kindness earned him a reputation for exceptional character, which greatly benefits him. Bastian bid Mrs Caylon farewell and made his way to his accommodation situated at the end of the row of houses. As soon as he stepped through the front door, he could smell the food prepared by the housekeeper. After removed his raincoat and officer hat, Bastian went straight to his bedroom to unpack his trunk and following a refreshing shower before heading back downstairs for dinner. The sun had set by the time he felt full and poured himself a brandy in the drawing room. On the desk were neat piles of mail he needed to sort through. He sat on the small sofa to filter through them and the top most letter was from Odette. He carefully opened it and stared at the contents. A neat little ink blot signed ¡®Odette Theresia Marie-Lore Charlotte Klauswitz.¡¯ Bastian laughed. The woman that had worked so hard to maintain the appearance of someone who was noble and elegant, to garner a reputation of someone who loved her husband, who was nothing more than a cheap snob that had sold her life for money, sold her faith and everything else for pride, was now nothing more than a cheap joke. She was destined to be someone to be forgotten, much like a name engraved on a tombstone. Setting the letter aside, Bastian leaned against the armrest of the sofa and swiftly moved on to the remaining letters. Among them was a letter from Sandrine. My Beloved Bastian it read. Sandrine¡¯s letter was a language of passion, brimming with love and admiration. She was a fiery woman and was only growing bolder when she finalised her divorce. She was headstrong and an ideal match for Bastian, an opportunity he would be a fool to pass up. Setting down his now empty glass, he rose from the sofa, brushed back his tangled hair and stood by the rain streaked window. Water droplets from his wet hair fell onto his nose and vanished behind his open bathrobe. He leisurely smoked his cigar as he looked out into the damp darkness, thinking about Odette. Without the need to issue paychecks this month, as he was returning to the Ardenne, his only remaining task was to finish off that contract so that he could slot everything back into its desired place. With another puff, Bastian turned and made his way towards his bed, his footsteps blending into the soft echoes of the serene North Sea night. CH 97 ¡°Even if she gets married and has children, she will still be as stubborn as ever. It seems like I will be laid out in the coffin before Isabelle becomes obedient.¡± Countess Trier said sharply, projecting her voice over the din of the rattling carriage. ¡°It¡¯s alright, Countess,¡± a faint smile appeared on Odette¡¯s face. The countess collapsed her fan and clucked her tongue. Isabelle, accompanied by her husband and son, paid a visit to Berg, where she received a grand reception, marking it as her first stately visit as Princess Belov, quickly followed by an evening ball. ¡°It seems so, somehow,¡± the countess said, examining Odette with some concern. Odette had received an invitation to the ball and replied that she would not be attending due to health reasons, but Isabelle¡¯s stubbornness refused to take no for an answer and so Odette found herself in a carriage bound for the palace. Isabelle¡¯s insistence had a reason, she wanted to liquidate their past in front of everyone. It seemed like the empress had yielded to her daughters demands. ¡°You should have followed your husband, its plain to see that Isabelle is just taking advantage of his absence to mistreat you.¡± Even though the Countess was clearly upset and infuriated by the situation, Odette couldn¡¯t help but laugh. ¡°I don¡¯t see why you and Bastian had to separate like this, when your affection for one another is so clear. How can love letters be enough?¡± ¡°Bastian just wanted me to live in peace,¡± Odette said, wiping cold sweat from her brow with a handkerchief. ¡°Just look at yourself, dear, how can you call this living in peace?¡± ¡°It was just a little cold.¡± ¡°Nonsense, the fever is rising so high that your doctor could have fired an egg on you, yet you still deny it. How many times must this happen before you take it seriously?¡± It was true that Odette¡¯s heath had been rapidly deteriorating since the start of summer, but she was never really in good health to begin with. The countess worried about what lay ahead for Odette. ¡°Even if she is the Empress¡¯ daughter, its no excuse to be parading around a sickly child for her own amusement.¡± ¡°The Empress has been quite considerate, once Isabelle is done, I will return home.¡± ¡°Ah, really¡­¡± the countess frowned at Odette, unable to understand how Odette could be so nonchalant. Odette sighed as she looked out the window. The carriage was moving through the turning intersections adorned with marble fountains. High atop the magnificent buildings in the distance, a shimmering trident, which symbolised the god of the sea, caught her attention. She fixated upon the navel castle, its grey hues glowing in the setting sun. Young officers would be making their way home right now, eager to be in the warmth of their homes and their partners arms. Odette saw a young woman sat by the fountain. She rose quickly, adjusting her attire and flushing a pink colour that was not from the suns late rays. ¡°I bet you can¡¯t wait to see him again,¡± the countess said. ¡°Do you yearn for your heartless husband, even though he hasn¡¯t taken any time for you in the last two years?¡± ¡°It¡¯s not like that,¡± Odette said, shaking her head. She watched as the woman hugged a young man in the dark blue of the navy uniform. ¡°It¡¯s just been hard for him to find the time. He had a lot of duties that takes him away a lot of the time, he will take a vacation when he is able.¡± ¡°Do you really think that everything will come crashing down because one officer decided to take a little break to be with his wife? His career has consumed him and unfortunately, you have been pushed aside,¡± the countess snorted. ¡°If your husband truly had a mind to, he would come to see you, no matter what.¡± ¡°I have no doubt about that.¡± ¡°You¡¯re smart¡­¡± ¡°I couldn¡¯t meet him because things weren¡¯t going well. Bastian was always so kind and devoted, taking care of my father and my sister.¡± ¡°You really don¡¯t like it when people insult your husband, do you, even when its the truth.¡± The countess flashed a mischievous smile. Despite the misunderstanding, Odette chose not to argue and resolved to being the committed wife, while also worrying about the consequences of a divorce would have. She realised it was beyond her control. As the palace drove into view, Odette took out a small vial from her bag, the medicine Doctor Kramer has prescribed. With the countess unravelling her shawl, Odette downed the contents in one gulp. Odette, the hero¡¯s wife and the Imperial Lady both took a deep breath, contemplating the nights mission. The imperial palace, visible through the window, was adorned with brilliant lights that seemed to illuminate the very sky. Odette stepped forth from the carriage with a confidence and a smile, embracing the lights that pushed back the evenings gloom. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The military port on Trosa Island, located at its southern shores, was home to the North Sea Fleet. With its spacious facilities and dull grey colours, it was normally a sombre place, but today was different. ¡°We will be there in about fifteen minutes, Major.¡± A nervous voice caught Bastian¡¯s attention. He turned his attention from the window to the driver, who visibly swallowed. Bastian gave a nod, but didn¡¯t say anything, refocusing on the paper he had been reading, before the world outside distracted him. It was Thomas Mueller¡¯s report, which was unusually thick. Bastian took his time to go over the details. He¡¯s ready to start a new round. It was clear on one thing, if the last war was nothing more than a disturbance, this time was verging on an all out war. Something Bastian favoured more, as the lines of engagement were a lot clearer to follow. Once the report was done, Bastian moved on to the next document, which was about Odette and her recent activities. He examined this one closely. It was a glimpse into the competence of the constabulary. Well organised and meticulous in its details about the status of Odette¡¯s father and sister. As always, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Other than being his wife, Odette¡¯s life was rather plain and unexciting. She went about her duties as she should and nothing much more. She spent most of her time within the walls of the Ardennes mansion, keeping a very small social circle, with little interaction between Theodora and her son Franz. On the last page of the thin report, there was a picture of Odette and Franz attending a special exhibition at the museum, an opening ceremony from the previous month. Odette was admiring the paintings, while Franz was admiring her. Nothing problematic, but no doubt scandal would arise from it. An affair with her husbands half-brother. If only that was reason enough to get divorced and if only Theodora¡¯s desperate engagement with Count Klein could be destroyed. While sorting through the reports, they pulled up to a checkpoint, beyond which the port teemed with activity. Once identities were confirmed, the driver swiftly navigated toward the dock there the transport ship waited. Glancing at his wristwatch, Bastian gracefully stepped out of the car. The calm North Sea, devoid of wind and waves, shimmered in a chilling shade of blue. There was a good half-hour until departure. CH 98 Finally, Isabelle and Odette met. The reunion of the two cousins who had been involved with the same man was a much anticipated event. Sandrine, having finished exchanging formal greetings, approached the group where the conversation was taking place. ¡°I was quite immature back then,¡± Isabelle was saying, a subtle smile on her face. ¡°Well, you have certainly matured in your marriage, that and motherhood seems to have tempered you quite well,¡± whispered the young Countess Esher, covering her mouth with a fan. Sandrine smiled in agreement. It was much better than the childlike behaviour that once turned the royal family upside down due to her infatuations. ¡°Yes, I can¡¯t believe what a stupid mistake I had made. It was so uncomfortable to leave without being afforded the opportunity to apologise.¡± Isabelle took Odette¡¯s hand, playing to the crowd that had gathered around them. ¡°Although it might be too late, I still wish to express my sincerest apologies, Odette, truly I am sorry. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?¡± ¡°I have already forgotten about it, your Highness, its alright, so please, don¡¯t concern yourself with it any longer,¡± said Odette calmly. Isabelle¡¯s goal was clear, to erase her shameful past and establish herself as a prestigious crown princess. Odette knew her role was to support her in this objective. ¡°Thank you for your understanding, Odette, I hope that we can be friends now.¡± Isabelle extended her hand, capturing the attention of everyone, including the Crown Prince, Belov. What was once a reluctant marriage, blossomed into true love between the two. With the birth of their child, the alliance between Berg and Belov grew stronger, fulfilling the details of their arrangement. As if embracing this new chapter in her life, Odette bowed her head and kissed the back of Isabelle¡¯s hand, a symbol of her fealty and unwavering friendship. Isabelle, unable to conceal her nervousness, finally beamed a radiant smile. With a pampered look, Isabelle turned to her husband. ¡°When Major Klauswitz returns home, I want to invite the two of you as guests of the Belov family, may I?¡± The Crown Prince Belov agreed readily. ¡°Of course, feel free to do as you like.¡± ¡°I love you Nikolai, marrying you was the best blessing of my life.¡± Isabelle concluded the play with an emotional confession and a passionate kiss. Her love for the prince appeared as passionate as ever. Odette had done her job, played her role and left quietly. It was just as she was able to escape beyond the gathered crowd that she saw Sandrine¡¯s face amongst them. ¡°Great job, Odette,¡± she said, as she approached with joy. ¡°It must have been pretty hard for you to go through that, but you held together quite well. I wont forget your contributions to Bastian in the end. Money is best for you, right?¡± With the end fast approaching, Sandrine was determined to remind Odette of her place in the grand scheme of things and in the end, Bastian would be hers. ¡°Have a pleasant evening, Lady Laviere,¡± Odette said simply, trying not to rise to Sandrine¡¯s bait and made her way to the balcony to get some fresh air. She stood there for a long while, with her eyes closed and her mind shut away from the world. She didn¡¯t realise that she was no longer alone on the balcony until she opened her eyes again and turned to leave, only to come face to face with Franz Klauswitz. He looked anxious, as he nervously adjusted his bow tie. Unable to contain his patience any longer, he gathered all the courage he could. ¡°Have you thought about my offer?¡± The first dance was about to start and with his engagement to Ella von Klein, he didn¡¯t have much time to spare. ¡°If you¡¯re talking about the art exhibition, I know I¡¯ve already given you an answer to that,¡± Odette said, staring out to the darkness beyond him. ¡°Odette, please,¡± Franz said, calling her name like a plea. With Bastian¡¯s return scheduled to the end of the year, the ongoing conflict between the two would reignite, with Odette¡¯s fate caught in the middle of it. ¡°I would ask that you consider it seriously.¡± ¡°No matter how much I think about it, my answer remains unchanged,¡± Odette said firmly. When they had met on a mezzanine overlooking the art exhibit, Franz had offered to whisk Odette away to some foreign land before Bastian returned. He declared that he would do everything in his power to make Odette happy, if she promised to be his woman. ¡°Do not be misled, Bastian¡¯s forgiveness was never granted. He simply postponed his retaliation, waiting until he could satisfy all his greedy desires.¡± Franz brushed his face repeatedly, removing his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. He displayed this nervousness on the day that he proposed to Odette and more recently in art exhibit when he tried to kiss her. Odette braced herself. ¡°Even so, it has nothing to do with you,¡± Odette said, shaking her head and backing away a step. Franz¡¯s laugh gave her goosebumps. ¡°Don¡¯t say that, I¡¯m the only one for you now.¡± ¡°Get away from me,¡± Odette near shouted. ¡°But I love you, Odette, do you still not understand?¡± Franz blocked Odette¡¯s retreat path, but the door out of the balcony burst open and Countess Trier was revealed. ¡°Don¡¯t look so surprised, dear,¡± the countess said, brushing past Franz to stand next to Odette. Flustered, Franz made a hasty exit. Odette let out a sigh of relief, the countess did not seem to notice. ¡°I got an urgent call from Ardenne informing me that the hospital is urgently seeking you. You are needed this very instant.¡± ¡°The¡­the hospital?¡± Odette said, nervously. ¡°Yes, Duke Dyssen, your father, is in critical condition,¡± the countess said, her voice was as flat as if she was conveying the weeather. ¡°Oh, I see,¡± was all Odette said, it was just another round of misfortune to pile on top of everything else. The moon faded beneath the embrace of deepening clouds, as the weather whispered of an impending rainstorm. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* At the end of the bench in the hospital room, Tira crouched in tears. The dimly lit surroundings and the shadowy movements of the trees in the wind and rain, heightened the sombre atmosphere. Odette wearily made her way to Tira. The two sisters of Dyssen stood as the only witnesses to the unfolding scene. ¡°Calm down, Tira.¡± Odette¡¯s heavily fatigued voice broke the eerie silence. Only then did Tira raise her head to look at her sister. She bit her lip. ¡°That doctors are saying we should prepare for the worst,¡± Tira said. ¡°Maybe we should,¡± Odette replied calmly. Last spring, their fathers health took a sudden turn for the worse due to complications from years of being bed ridden. The doctors also emphasised the patience own will to live was a primary concern. Odette shared that concern. ¡°He came to his senses not too long ago, this maybe our last chance to talk to him.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think father wants to see me,¡± Tira thundered. ¡°How long are you going to be so cowardly?¡± ¡°Sister, I¡­¡± ¡°At least keep our fathers death bed,¡± Odette said in a more stern manner. Tira had completed her schooling and was planning on moving out to Carlsbar instead of returning to the capital. She planned on finding a boarding house, securing a job and starting her life out there. Although this was contrary to Odette¡¯s plans, she could do nothing but accept her sisters wishes, she was an adult now and could do as she wished. It was up to her to take responsibility for her life and make her own mistakes. ¡°If you feel comfortable turning away from our father, you may do so, I wont stop you, but you will have to live with that guilt for the rest of your life. Take the chance to atone, before its too late, if not for you, then do it for father.¡± ¡°I know, I would love to, but I can¡¯t, not now, I just¡­ cant.¡± Tira stepped back, shedding hot tears. Her trembling hands wrapped around her stomach. ¡°Why?¡± Odette said forcefully. ¡°Because, if I get father riled up, it could be dangerous¡­¡± ¡°Again, Tira, just explain so I can understand.¡± ¡°I mean¡­¡± Tira chewed her lip, considering the right words to say. ¡°I¡¯m¡­I mean, I¡¯m sorry sister, but I have a baby.¡± The hallway fell into a deep silence and the only sound was that of the distant rain pelting windows and the roof. Just as Odette was about to say something, the bell to their fathers room rang out. Overwhelmed and unsure of what to do, Tira slumped onto the bench, wrapping her arms around her legs and pulling herself into a tight ball, let her tears and sadness flow freely. Odette watched her, her own eyes becoming blurred by water. A younger sister who was pregnant outside of marriage and her father on his death bed. The sheer weight of everything was unimaginable. It felt more plausible to believe that it was all just a terrible nightmare. ¡°Mrs Klauswitz?¡± The nurse cried out from her fathers room. Odette had to confront the unavoidable reality. She hid her sadness as best she could as she confronted the nurse. ¡°Tira, go to Countess Trier¡¯s house,¡± Odette said sternly. Tira¡¯s cries grew more intense, but there was not time to argue. Without looking back, Odette raced into the hospital room. Her father took precedence and there was no room for hesitation. This was the right action. CH 99 ¡°Is this it? A funeral out in the countryside?¡± Once she had given her condolences, Marchioness Demel turned and sighed deeply. Her husband, Admiral Demel, looked about the small chapel with mixed feelings. It was hard to believe that this was all there was for such a great man, the husband of an imperious woman and descendent of a well respected family. Someone who had achieved the very pinnacle of imperial aristocracy. ¡°How terribly unkind of His Majesty, regardless of his hatred toward Duke Dyssen. I wonder how the Klauswitz couple might be feeling at such a funeral.¡± Marchioness Demel dabbed away tears with the corner of her handkerchief. Odette looked resolved. The Woman¡¯s Association of the Navy had offered their support, but she had declined, not wishing to be a burden. If she had accepted, her fathers funeral could have been more fitting for such a man. ¡°Perhaps its for the best, the fewer people who see, the less chance for gossip.¡± ¡°Yes, I can understand the desire to keep it small, given Duke Dyssen¡¯s reputation.¡± Marchioness Demel looked about the mourners in the small chapel with a mix of compassion and curiosity. Odette was stood at the coffin of her father. She was well composed for someone who had just lost a father. It would be hard for anyone to have guessed that she was in mourning. It must be hard to maintain such a facade. ¡°Oh, which reminds me, do you know when Major Klauswitz¡¯s ship is due to come in?¡± ¡°If the sailing is smooth, his ship should arrive tonight, although the exact time can never be certain, we will just have to wait and see.¡± ¡°Such a shame that he could not have gotten here in time to attend the funeral, it must be so hard to have to go through this alone.¡± With a resigned sigh, Marchioness Demel took her seat. ¡°Its so strange to think of those two together, something doesn¡¯t add up, there has to be a story there,¡± she said confidently. Odette was completely unaware that her husband was due to return that evening. The Marchioness learned this when she was able to talk to Odette alone briefly. She had asked Odette if it was not better for her to wait until Bastian¡¯s return to hold the funeral, Odette simply shook her head, the long journey made it impossible and he would not return in good enough time. Which meant she didn¡¯t know that Bastian had set sail the previous weekend, before Duke Dyssen¡¯s passing. ¡°I know that its hard to establish contact with a warship when its sailing,¡± Marchioness Demel said to her husband. ¡°But I find it hard to believe that Odette doesn¡¯t know her husband is on his way home, so why can¡¯t she wait another day?¡± As she pondered this rhetoric, her brows furrowed. Admiral Demel simply grunted. ¡°But if she truly doesn¡¯t know her husband is returning, then why would Major Klauswitz conceal this from his wife?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t it was a deliberate plot, he might have simply not had time, his recall was rather swift.¡± ¡°I doubt that he had such a tight schedule that he couldn¡¯t take five minutes to send a letter, especially not for a man so dedicated to his wife, or did he just simply forget to share such important news?¡± Admiral Demel opened his mouth to say something, but he was at a loss for words, he closed his mouth and swallowed the lump in his throat. He wanted to defend Major Klauswitz¡¯s honour, but he could no longer think of any logically reasoning that would adequately defend him. ¡°I thought it was suspicious when he hadn¡¯t taken a single day off in the last two years. I don¡¯t suppose you¡¯ve heard anything, any rumours?¡± ¡°What kind of rumours?¡± ¡°Anything, like, does he have a woman on the side?¡± ¡°Uh-huh, sure dear. Major Klauswitz is a true and honourable person, a hero of the navy.¡± ¡°I know, but he¡¯s also a burly man in his prime, any woman would die for just one night with him.¡± ¡°That¡¯s¡­¡± The chapel doors swung open, saving Admiral Demel from a very awkward conversation. Everyone in the chapel all turned their attention to the entrance at the same time. Even his wife stopped her rumour-mongering to look. To everyone¡¯s surprise, the unexpected mourner turned out to be Count Xanders, along with his young daughter. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Duke Dyssen lay peacefully in the coffin surrounded by lilies. He looked no different to someone lost to slumber. Coming face to face with the reality that her father was now dead, Odette still found it hard to cry. It wasn¡¯t loss that she was feeling, but a heavy weight of guilt and remorse, mixed with a strange sense of relief. He passed when the rain had finally ceased, during the third day of his voyage, sometime late into the afternoon. Odette had been sitting at his bedside, diligently keeping watch. Although the agonising fits had subsided, he had never been lucid enough for her to say a proper farewell. Even without the excessive amounts of painkillers keeping him from being lucid, anytime that he opened his eyes, he would simply ramble to himself. He would mutter about his time as a carefree boy at an esteemed private school, or the admired socialite, the clandestine lover of an imperial lady. He seemed happy lost in those bittersweet memories and Odette did not want to spoil it for him. At the least, her fathers last moments were happy ones, rather than him blaming and cursing his own daughter. ¡°Helene¡­¡± The name whispered from his weak lips, carried on his increasingly shallow breath, and then, after but a moment, he had no more breath with which to speak. The only time Odette cried was when she was calling for the doctor. Odette lifted her head, suppressing her sympathy and disappointment for foolish lovers. She looked around at the mournful faces, spotting Tira sat at the far end of the chapel, tears flowing down her cheeks. It was time to think about Tira. ¡°Mrs Klauswitz,¡± a child¡¯s voice called out and while Odette gathered herself, a child ran down the chapel and hugged Odette¡¯s leg. ¡°Alma.¡± ¡°Are you okay?¡± Alma said, looking up at Odette, tears wetting her face. ¡°I¡¯m fine, Alma.¡± ¡°No, you¡¯re heartbroken.¡± ¡°Did your father tell you?¡± ¡°Yes, he said we are coming here to give you lots of hugs because you are heartbroken.¡± Odette noticed that Alma was wearing a floral ribbon in her head, the very one that Odette had made her for her birthday last year. Odette giggled weakly, because although the child was trying to console her, she was more bubbly than what should be allowed. ¡°Alma,¡± Count Xanders said, looking embarrassed for his child¡¯s boisterous behaviour. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, she doesn¡¯t quite understand.¡± ¡°That¡¯s alright, it was actually very affective,¡± Odette said with a slim smile. ¡°It doesn¡¯t hurt any more?¡± Alma said, a glint in her eye. ¡°No, it doesn¡¯t, thank you Alma,¡± Odette said. Alma beamed up at Odette and the bleak atmosphere of the small chapel was forgotten for a moment. Odette went to a knee and kissed Alma on the cheek as Count Xanders watched them. Their eyes met and a tender smile curled his lips. Alma had the same dark chocolate eyes as him. ¡°Daddy,¡± Alma said gleefully and jumped into her fathers arms. With a quiet sigh, Count Xanders reprimanded his daughter for acting too boisterous in the current setting. Even when being admonished, Alma still sported the same bright smile. Did me and my father ever have that kind of time together? A fleeting thought passed through Odette¡¯s mind. Odette adjusted her vail back over her faced and greeted the next new mourner that had come up to pay their respects, Countess Trier, as a representative of the imperial family. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* A black car pulled up outside the main gates of the chapel grounds. Beyond the gate, the graveyard spread out across the green grass outside the front of the chapel. The place looked abandoned and crumbling. Annoyed, Hans unfolded a map, double checking his location. This was undoubtedly the funeral hall and his confusion only grew. He had never taken a wrong turn. ¡°Good job.¡± A low voice from the backseat said. Hans spun around to look at his passenger, who was peering at the chapel through the window. Hans sprang out of his seat and moved around to open the passenger door for Bastian to step out. Despite the weariness of such a long and rapid journey, Bastian looked pristine and fresh. Bastian¡¯s unexpected arrival this morning caught Hans off guard and in his state of shock, took a staff car out to the middle of nowhere, half driving and half checking directions on the map. ¡°You don¡¯t need to wait around for me,¡± Bastian said, stepping toward the chapel. ¡°If you¡¯re sure, my lord.¡± ¡°It is an order.¡± Hans saw no need to be stubborn in the face of an order from a superior. He had been Bastian¡¯s confidant for over a decade now, he understood his master¡¯s temperament. Hans took his place in the drivers seat and did not waste a second. As the engine came to roar, he looked up at the dark clouds overhead. The rain was going to come down so thick it resembled fog. An adequate atmosphere for such a bleak funeral. CH 100 According to the notice on the door of the chapel, the funeral was set to start at noon. Unhurriedly, Bastian pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and looked at his wristwatch. Fifteen minutes until the scheduled time. The crows descended from the lofty sky, their wings gliding down to embrace the desolate cemetery. Bastian looked up at the cathedral. Despite its crumbling appearance, it still held a certain elegant charm. Its grand past, coupled with its humble present only served to deepen the feeling of despair it gave off. It was certainly a fitting position to oversee the passing of a beggar. The place looked absolutely deserted and Bastian wondered if Odette had done this on purpose to save spending a penny of his fortune. He flipped up the collar of his raincoat, the air was getting thick with dampness and it was going to rain at any second. He exhaled a thick stream of smoke, his eyes fixed on the chapel. Word of Duke Dyssen¡¯s passing reached him almost as soon as he stepped foot on the docks. He was handed the obituary via telegram and he decided to grab the fastest staff car and make his way here. The telegram had come from Admiral Demel and clearly a directive from the Emperor. Odette¡¯s father passed away. It took awhile for Bastian to properly comprehend the news and on the journey up, he found he had to laugh. Duke Dyssen had shown unwavering consistency right until the last. Bastian exhaled another puff of his cigarette, his cynicism fueled by the weed-covered cemeteries in the backdrop. Despite his passing having uprooted his plans, the inconvenience of it was negligible. The passage of events will ultimately remain unchanged, Bastian would just need to take a minor detour. Still, the thought of having to wade through unsavoury events again remained a burden. The emperor had bestowed upon his hero a reward of marriage with very little justification, but in the reality of it was mundane and inconsequential. Nothing had changed really. The fate of this bargain was sealed when the emperor arranged their union a repayment of a debt owed by the woman¡¯s father. Where was the honour in have a wife of high-born lineage? Bastian rhythmically puffed on his cigarette and approached the chapel doors again. Memories of Lady Odette, who was only tolerated in higher circles because of her borrowed clothes, surfaced briefly before the dilapidated ruins. Had she hailed from a real imperial family, Duke Dyssen wouldn¡¯t be sent away in such an undignified manner. The royal family no longer needed her. Faced with that evidence, Bastian found himself rather relaxed. Seeing the emperor urging him to act as her husband at the funeral, he seemed to regret leaving his niece in such a mess. It would make divorce much easier for him, so there¡¯s no reason why he can¡¯t be the emperor¡¯s dog once more at this time. He stepped into the role with full awareness. It was a strategic move in dealing with the emperor and its rewards were soon to materialize. It would also allow him the opportunity to question his recent doubts in his overseas service. Bastian tossed away the cigarette butt and replaced his cap on his head. His cold, thick and dark eyes mirrored the gray clouds pregnant with rain. Letting out a smoky sigh, he made his way to the chapel entrance. Noontime had arrived, the time had come for him to adopt the roll of grieving and supporting husband to a beggar princess. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* When the noon bell rang, the funeral ceremony began. Alma had been dozing off and was suddenly disturbed from her sleep by the sound. Odette shifted and adjusted so that she could provide a more comfortable support for the sleepy child. Satisfied, Alma murmured as she fell back asleep Maximin sat behind them and watched. Alma was secure in Odette¡¯s arms and showed no signs of ever falling off the bench. The child was quite fond of Odette, despite their not being related and the families not being that close. ¡°Come here Alma, sit with Daddy.¡± The Count said, making his way around the bench so that he could take Alma, but when Alma stirred and realised what was going on, burrowed herself deeper into Odette¡¯s arms. ¡°It¡¯s okay,¡± said Odette. I¡¯ll hand her over to you when she fall asleep¡± her whisper blended harmoniously with the organ¡¯s melodious tune. ¡°Okay, I guess I¡¯ll trouble you in a bit,¡± he said, taking a seat next to Odette. It was considered a faux-pas, but it was better than having to disturb the ceremony with a screaming child. ¡°I shouldn¡¯t have brought her, please accept my apology, I wasn¡¯t thinking.¡± Odette gave Maximin a little smile,¡±No, I¡¯m glad I have Alma. I¡¯m also grateful for your consideration.¡± It didn¡¯t seem right that Maximin was sitting next to Odette when Tira was condemned to the back benches just because she was an illegitimate child. Odette tried to convince the church to let Tira sit with her, but they refused to break with custom. Tira was humble in accepting the reality of the situation, she seemed a little relieved not to associate herself with Duke Dyssen. That left Odette to sit at the front of the ceremony alone, guarding the empty seats as the lone heir. If it had not been for Alma, who was practically Odette¡¯s shadow at this point, it might have been a much colder ordeal. ¡°It seems the stubborn young lady has finally fallen asleep, I¡¯ll take her back now,¡± Maximin said. Odette very carefully shifted the small bundle of Alma into her fathers arms. She murmured a little, but did not wake from her sleep. It was at that moment that the doors of the chapel opened and a tall man in a naval uniform stood at the threshold. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The pipe organ stopped its sonorous droll and the whole chapel looked to see Bastian making his way down the aisle. He strode as if he didn¡¯t have a care in the world, taking in the shabby chapel interior, which was a little more well kept than he would have thought, given the state of the exterior and stopped at the coffin to pay his respects. He could smell the abundance of lilies before he saw them flooded in the coffin with the deceased Duke. Duke Dyssen lay peacefully in the center, his figure looking better than Bastian had seen in ages. What pleased Bastian most was the absence of his boisterous voice that had once tormented him¡ªwas now silenced for eternity. ¡°I¡¯m Bastian Klauswitz, I¡¯m sorry for my tardiness,¡± Bastian excused himself to the priest, who just looked at him. ¡°You are Lady Odette¡¯s husband? We are just glad that you could make it,¡± the priest said with a benevolent smile, giving him the lily for the offering. The mournful organ continued its hymnal as Bastian placed the flower before Duke Dyssen¡¯s portrait. Odette felt the scene was like a surreal dream until he turned his gaze to her seat. Bastian turned his attention to towards the family¡¯ seat and Their eyes met briefly in the soft, flickering candlelight. Odette held her breath and her hands together. Bastian¡¯s face looked sharper and tougher, reflecting the last two years of his journey with mature features. His fair sun-kissed skin and serene eyes serve as a testament to the obvious change. My husband is back? But how? Odette said to herself. It took awhile for Odette to work up the courage to look at her husband¡¯s face. She remained transfixed on the gold buttons, engraved with the naval insignia upon their domed surface. When there was no other way to deny the fact that Bastian was really here, she looked up into his face. She had been transfixed on this moment for a long time, wondering what it would be like to see Bastian again after so long. She had made numerous assumptions about what he would do or say to her, but the result was always the same: hatred and contempt. She humbly prepared herself to accept it, but the confusion caused by him was like the calm surface of a lake, getting deeper and deeper. Odette stared into his clear blue eyes, which could not discern any emotions, she rose from her seat and turned to face him. Without saying a single thing, Bastian only giving her a silent salute, Odette reciprocated with a curtsey. It was hard to identify any signs of surprise or embarrassment in either of them. Bastian looked passed Odette to the man that had the audacity to sit in his seat and recalled the name of a botanist that was raising his child on his own, Maximin von Xanders. He was still holding a sleeping girl in his arms. He recalled that he was one of Odette¡¯s new friends named in the detective¡¯s reports he had read. The friendship must be greater than he had initially guessed, for him to so brazenly break common courtesy. Bastian returned his cynical eye to Odette. She was a very wicked woman, already looking for the next man to leech off of. His snide thoughts slipped from his mind as Odette lifted her mourning vail, slowly revealing a slender neck, plump, sorrowful lips and the cutest little nose. The fire burning in his mind quenched. Odette rested the vail over her hat and she looked up at the cross hanging in front of the stain glassed window, above where her father lay. Bastian was willing to face those mournful, turquoise eyes, it was a reunion that was more than than expected. CH 101 The waves of gentle morning sun came in through the window and lit up the bed. The brightness of it forced Odette from her sleep and she opened her eyes. It took her a moment to remember where she was. It had already been three days, no four days, since her fathers funeral and more tragically, the return of Bastian. She raised herself from the bed with a tired sigh. She sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of having to face the day was already heavy on her shoulders and she procrastinated by counting the lace patterns of the curtains. My father is dead, Tira is pregnant and Bastian is back. There came a knock at the door, disturbing Odette from her thoughts. ¡°Come in,¡± she said, distantly. ¡°Ah, so glad to see you¡¯ve picked up your spirits, ma¡¯am,¡± Dora said, bounding into the room with energy for the both of them. ¡°I was going to have you taken to the Dr. Kramer¡¯s hospital if you did not rise from the bed today, its been four days and I was certain that I should start worrying.¡± Dora busied herself around the bedroom, cleaning up yesterday¡¯s clothes, opening the curtains and windows and giving Odette the day¡¯s report. Beyond, the serene and picturesque sight of the Ardenne¡¯s sky and sea unfolded before her. Odette listened as intently as she could, the cool breeze coming in off the sea carried hints of summer and autumn merging. The doctor¡¯s instructions, names of visiting relatives, and rescheduling notes for social events buzzed in his ears, encapsulating the events of the past four days. Odette was fortunate and eager to know that her day was going to be one of mundane and ordinary activities, the days of tragedy, once tumultuous like a storm, were behind her for a moment at the least. ¡°Oh, that reminds me, I have some good news, ma¡¯am.¡± The maids face lit up. ¡°Master says he will be returning to Ardenne today. He had sent a telegram especially, to make sure dinner is ready for the both of you. He will arrive before sunset at the very latest.¡± ¡°Oh¡­yes, okay,¡± Odette said, not even making an effort to sound excited. A flood of memories that had been dormant rushed back to her. Bastian had stood by Odette throughout the funeral. He was the perfectly behaved husband, who bereaved the loss of a father-in-law and comforted his wife, drawing the admiration of all those who had attended the funeral. Perhaps Bastian wanted to play this game perfectly right to the end. The right to decide when the end of the marriage rested solely in his hands, and Odette fully comprehends her role: to obey and fulfil her duties. With the contract nearing its end, the day would soon come when she would face the consequences of her betrayal. ¡°Are you okay?¡± Dora said, seeing Odette¡¯s melancholic look. Odette simply smiled weakly. Once the funeral was concluded, Bastian went straight to the capital. He said that he would stay at Ratz until the business was concluded, as he had a lot of work that had accumulated. It could have been seen as him leaving his wife, who he had been reunited with for the first time in two years, but given recent events, it could be excused. Odette remained determined to her duties until the very last, however. She took the medicine the Dora presented and ate up the bowl of watery soup. A few days of rest were enough to restore her strength, and she was determined not to dwell on the tragedy any longer. If it was unavoidable, she would confront it head-on. She had to think about Tira¡¯s Marriage and needed to find a solution before the impending disaster. ¡°You will be taking care of dinner, then?¡± ¡°Yes ma¡¯am, I will prepare it with special care.¡± Dora took the emptied breakfast tray and bowed out of the bedroom. Odette didn¡¯t have long to enjoy the solace when another maid came into the room, dragged along by a white dog. ¡°Meg,¡± Odette called out in excitement, embracing Margrethe. Her smile became as bright as the sunshine on the clearest morning. Margrethe jumped with excitement, as she always did and licked at Odette¡¯s face, like she hadn¡¯t seen her for years, when it had only been since last night. Odette completely forgot about her fever, as she played with the dog. Once done with the mandatory half an hour of bounding around the room excitedly, rolling over for tummy rubs, then licking Odette¡¯s face some more. Odette was finally allowed up and walked out onto the balcony to enjoy some fresh, September air. The lush greenery forest and the deep-shaded sea created a beautiful contrast, while the glistening silver sand along the coastline resembled shimmering raindrops. The stunningly picturesque season was a reminder that there was still beauty in the world to be appreciated, even during times of despair. ¡°It¡¯s alright,¡± Odette said, as she kissed Margrethe¡¯s nose. Even if Tira was to get sent away, at least she would still have Margrethe. She would not be alone, so it was going to be okay. At least, it should have been okay. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The sun was setting, ending the evening¡¯s light as a last whimper of pale orange and red light between the sky and the sea. Bastian moved along the coastal road, stepping on the accelerator and causing the rush of force to push him back into his seat. The city hadn¡¯t changed all that much in his time away, Ardenne Bay still had those two mansions facing off against one another from across the road. Bastian puffed on the cigarette between his lips, a satisfied smile spreading across them as he did so. Everything was going smoothly. Return reports, interviews with the chiefs of staff, defence planning and meetings with company board members showed that everything would go his way. The only remaining task in hand was to divorce the emperor¡¯s niece. He wanted to see the emperor by the end of the month to organise that little problem. Bastian puffed on his cigarette again, as he thought about how to dispose of his soon-to-be ex-wife. There was no more hatred left in him to simply have her thrown in prison, but of course, that would be the easiest solution. Her life already seemed to be tumbling into the abyss and so he didn¡¯t have the heart to do that to her. Bastian flicked the cigarette end out of his window as he took a corner at speed. Passing under the curved trees, the mansion appeared before him, the perfectly duplicated jewels of Ardenne. It was a landscape that seemed to have moved the beautiful territory that his father loved so much. Gazing at the flawlessly replicated gem, Bastian felt dejected and unsatisfied. His father¡¯s kingdom built through his mother¡¯s blood and sweat and tears, had become a barren reminiscence of the past. But No satisfaction coursed through him as his purpose reached far beyond that ¨C to clear up the ridiculous mess that lay before him. The emperor and Sandrine de Laviere. While thinking of the plots and plans, the mansion came closer. As he came to the front entrance, servants and attendants poured out to greet him and welcome him home. Then he saw Odette, who was standing just outside the entrance, playing the part of the perfect wife. He laughed. Odette was dressed in dark green velvet. It was an unusual choice, considering that she was still in her mourning period. The luxurious jewels were also out of place for someone that had just lost their father. Bastian hopped out of the car, leaving one of the attendants to park and climbed the stairs of the porch to where Odette was waiting for him. As he got closer, he could see that her complexion was sickly pale. ¡°Welcome,¡± Odette said, ¡°I¡¯m glad you¡¯re back.¡± She spoke with a clear voice that sounded like music in the calm air. With a smirk on his face, Bastian lowered his head to look at the woman with eyes brimming with mockery. Undeterred by his clear contempt, Odette calmly looked back at him. The moment was fleeting as he closed in on her and planted a kiss on her cheek, which caught Odette off guard. ¡°Me too, I am glad to be back at your side.¡± His voice held a gentleness that contrasted his cold eyes. Odette tried to hide in her anxiety, attempting to put on a calm face, yet ending up with a forced smile, all to present herself as Klauswitz¡¯s perfect wife, just as Bastian had requested. She dared not speak about forgiveness and tried her best to avoid Bastian¡¯s wrath for as long as she could, knowing that she had to protect Tira as much as possible. The hopes and dreams she had when she signed the contract were now as shattered as a broken mirror, a cold reality Odette was all too familiar with. She had given up her old life for this new one and all she had to show for it was this miserable path of destruction and ruin. The only thing left to her was Tira, and she was determined not to let her down. Odette did not want to leave this marriage in futility and despair, she yearned to get something out of it. Tira had to find happiness. Some might call it a foolish attachment, but it was the only reason Odette was left to endure this hellish situation, but she had to do something. If her wish was to come true, Odette would humbly accept whatever cost. It wouldn¡¯t be the end of their lives yet and after paying the price for her actions, she and Tira could run away and live out their lives happily together. Going back to a life of sewing and rented accommodation wasn¡¯t so bad, all that matter was Tira and living without regret. Odette pushed her anguish aside for the time being and readied herself for when she needed to do. Bastian wrapped up his conversation with the servants and looked at her. Quickly composing herself, Odette clasped her cold hands together and straightened. She even managed a polite smile. Still regarding her emotionless eyes, Bastian motioned for her to join him, to escort him into the mansion. The icy chill in his eyes made Odette feel as though she was sinking into the depth of the frigid North Sea. Accepting his request, Odette took his hand and with the prelude over, it was time to begin the final chapter. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* CH 102 ¡°Thank you for keeping you promise,¡± Odette said, revealing her true feelings at the end of dinner. Bastian set down his cutlery and looked up at her, locking eyes with Odette who had abandoned any pretence and dropped her fake smile. Her manner betrayed a radically new attitude from that of the dutiful wife. ¡°Thanks to your generosity, Tira graduated successfully,¡± Odette said, keeping as calm as she could. Generosity. An empty smile played across his lips. Despite witnessing her pitiful display of unappealing dignity, Bastian made the decision to overlook it for now. His curiosity piqued, he resolved to simply observe the effectiveness of any contingency plan that he might need to call upon. Bastian continued eating. The emptied dinning room rang with the rhythmic clinking of his cutlery as they danced over the plate. It left an unsettling harmony in Odette¡¯s heart, like an ominous ticking clock. Odette watched him stiffly, as he fed the last morsel of meat into his mouth, leaving behind nothing but a streak of bloodied gravy on his plate. It felt like a punishment in itself, to have to watch him eat. Once the he swallowed the last mouthful, he took up the wine glass. ¡°I do not wish to be greedy any more,¡± Odette said meekly. ¡°What¡¯s you¡¯re point, ma¡¯am?¡± Bastian said, raising an eyebrow as he sipped at his wine. ¡°Well, I understand that it was a condition of the contract from the Emperor, that we were to keep this marriage until Princess Isabelle had safely ascended to the position of Princess of Belov, and gives birth to her first heir.¡± ¡°So?¡± ¡°Well, her first child was born last spring and, well, Countess Lenart¡¯s divorce was finalised.¡± ¡°Do you think I don¡¯t know any of this?¡± Bastian said with a sneer. Odette felt her face heating up and tried to remain calm. ¡°Well, it means we are reaching the end of our arrangement, so I will be accepting your divorce now.¡± Odette bowed her head. Bastian stared at the woman acting like a martyr before him and emptied his wine glass. He had not expected this forwardness from a woman who had spent the last two years in penance, she was still as shameful as ever, to act so brashly as this. But she was right to ask for a divorce, he was just not expecting her to be so open about it. Odette drew up as Bastian put down the empty wine glass and for some reason, he saw her as the meek little woman at the chapel. The widower and his young daughter that sat with Odette, they looked like they had already formed a family. It would be a scandal if the public were to find out, it could be a good enough reason to divorce. Bastian nodded, pouring himself some more wine. Odette¡¯s recklessness was finally becoming clear, acting like she was already divorced and trying to secure a position as the next Countess Xanders, she must be eager to liberate herself from the burdens of this deceitful marriage as swiftly as possible. Maximin von Xanders represented the brightest future she could hope for. It was an astute decision, one that couldn¡¯t be denied. If their contract had ended on its own, he would have also endorsed that decision. However, circumstances have changed. Bastian near gulped down the entire contents of the wine glass and wiped his lips on the back of his hand. Odette looked at him despite her fear, she couldn¡¯t muster the strength to look away. ¡°You know, you¡¯re so lucky,¡± Bastian said, looking at Odette through narrowed eyes. ¡°You¡¯re father died just in time for you to pay for your crimes. Its almost like a noble sacrifice to save his daughter.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°Since the body remained intact, the technique couldn¡¯t have been the same as before, did you use poison this time?¡± Bastian¡¯s tone was remarkably polite. Odette let out a groan as she finally grasped what Bastian was getting at. A wash of humiliation over came her and felt like her body was being consumed by an icy chill, numbing her to the core. ¡°Congratulations, Lady Odette,¡± Bastian raised his near empty wine glass. All Odette could do was breath hard and try to hold back the tears. ¡°Considering the circumstances, divorce would definitely be the most suitable resolution. Well, divorce was always inevitable from the start, but adding a few scandalous affairs and the murder of your farther along the way¡­¡± ¡°Bastian¡­¡± Odette snapped. She wanted to let Bastian know that she had every intention to keep her promise. She was not planning on doing anything stupid, she would take her punishment, but this was going too far. Of course, she only had Tira in mind. Odette needed to make sure that Tira¡¯s wedding took place before the news of the divorce spread, the sooner the better. Her intention was never to avoid responsibility, if she ever intended to, she would have just fled the mansion 2 years ago when Bastian went to Trosa. ¡°Bastian, I¡­¡± Odette swallowed the painful lump in her throat. There was no emotion left in her icy eyes as she looked at Bastian. ¡°What would you actually lose if we got divorced?¡± Bastian aimed to quash the birth of the happy Xanders family. The more he thought about it, the more it lit a fire in his heart. ¡°You are set to gain everything, while I lose everything, doesn¡¯t feel very fair, does it?¡± ¡°Then what¡¯s your price?¡± Odette blinked back the tears. ¡°Well,¡± Bastian rang the service bell. ¡°What more do you have to lose to make the deal fair?¡± As he softly spoke the question, the doors silently opened up to let the servants into the room. For a moment, Odette felt lost, but she quickly regained her composure, putting on her signature smile of a pleasant hostess. The dinner that was supposed to celebrate their reunion after two years, turned out to be a something entirely bitter and distasteful. Bastian ate it up, every last bite. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* As the painful nausea subsided, the sound of a flushing toilet echoed out. Odette came from the toilet, struggling to maintain her composure and made her way to the washstand. She thoroughly rinsed her hands and face. It was already her third time vomiting and believed she could no longer endure any more of this agony, she had emptied out all that she had eaten, and then some. ¡°Are you alright ma¡¯am, shall I call the doctors?¡± Dora said as Odette left the bathroom. ¡°No, its nothing, don¡¯t worry yourself,¡± Odette said. Margrethe bounded around her legs as she headed for the dressing table. Dora followed after her also. ¡°The master is in the study. He will be going to bed shortly, once he is finished with the rest of his work,¡± Dora said as she started to brush Odette¡¯s hair. ¡°He said he would be using the master suite, so that he can get a good nights rest.¡± ¡°I see.¡± ¡°You¡¯re so beautiful, ma¡¯am,¡± Dora said, her face reflecting in the mirror of the dressing table. All Odette could do was smile in reply. Dora carefully began removing the jewels Odette had been wearing and then neatly removed her dress, brushed it down and hung it up. Odette watched her in silence, an unexpected wave of shame coming over her, causing her cheeks to flush. It had barely been a week since her fathers passing and already she was dressing herself in splendid attire, a bid to win favour with Bastian, and despite her efforts, she suspected it had not been as fruitful as she had hoped. ¡°Good night then, ma¡¯am,¡± Dora said, once her tasks were done, she left with a polite greeting. As soon as the sound of the maids footsteps faded, Odette silently slipped out of the bedroom. Fortunately, Margrethe¡¯s mournful whimpers were not too loud. With vigilance, Odette hastened to her small study. She locked the door, then recovered the safe she kept in the drawer of the desk. Dinner had felt like punishment to her and so she resolved to tend to Tira¡¯s affairs with out any further delay. Bastian might have spoken about a fair deal with a cold logic that sent shivers up her spine, fearing the cold mentality behind it, but he had to understand that there was no way he could be financially compensated. He also didn¡¯t seem to have any intentions of dumping her in prison. Then there was only one card left for Bastian to play, Tira. Odette believed he would not harm her, but its what she didn¡¯t know he would do that scared her. Determined, Odette counted out the money very carefully. A husband, a child, Tira and herself, it would be a tight fit, but it would have to do. After counting out the money, Odette carefully put it all back into the safe. Odette sat at the desk and penned a letter to Tira. As she sealed the envelope, the thought of the phone crept into her mind. The phone in this room was broken, leaving the only other option being the phone in Bastian¡¯s study. Odette struggled with the decision for a moment, but eventually made up her mind and turned toward the opposite end of the corridor, away from her bedroom. There was still a faint glow coming from under the door, so Odette concealed herself in the shadows at the end of the corridor and waited. Fortunately, she didn¡¯t have to wait long until Bastian finally retired for the night. Just as Odette felt relief that she was going to be able to speak to Tira directly, the phone rang and Bastian was forced to turn back around and return to his study. Odette waited with bated breath as Bastian disappeared back into his study to answer the phone. It was a hard decision, but Odette decided to abandon her quest and took advantage of Bastian¡¯s distraction to return to her room, but as she passed the study, she could hear Bastian. ¡°Long time no see, Lady Laviere.¡± Odette could hear the smile in his words. CH 103 ¡°Do I have to do this?¡± Tira said hesitantly. Odette was looking out the window when she turned to look at Tira and her fiancee, they looked back at her nervously. ¡°Yes, its a condition that will allow you to get married.¡± ¡°We can¡¯t just leave for a foreign country, nick feels the same.¡± Tira looked at Nick for support and reassurance. Odette took a sip of tea, before calmly saying ¡°can Mr Becker not speak for himself?¡± Nick flushed bright red. ¡°Well, I¡­¡± The clock chimed as Nick Becker fumbled with an answer. Odette looked about the quiet little cafe, it would soon be filling up with people looking for some lunch. Odette chose a spot in a quiet little corner so as not to be disturbed. ¡°I¡¯m fine with it,¡± Nick said, finally gathering confidence to answer. ¡°As you say, we can leave just as soon as we get married.¡± ¡°Nick!¡± Tira snapped. ¡°It¡¯s alright, Tira,¡± Nick chuckled, his face now determined. ¡°It won¡¯t be easy, but I¡¯m confident that we can do well, plus I have a cousin that live there, we can reach out for some help, if needs be.¡± ¡°Nick, I heard that your parents were against the marriage, is that still the case?¡± ¡°Thankfully they have come around to accepting both Tira and our child. I am sorry for any distress we may have caused you because of it.¡± Nick bowed his head politely. Odette could tell that Nick was a good man, of well intentions and despite his youthfulness, he displayed a sense of wisdom far beyond his years. He may have acted impulsively in the past, but he has proven himself trustworthy enough. ¡°Do you have any plans for when the baby comes?¡± Odette turned her eyes on nick. ¡°It won¡¯t be that difficult to find a job, being an experienced carpenter, the plan is to be able to build my own workshop at some point, my fathers workshop will no doubt go to my brother, so it¡¯s probably best to think about going independent.¡± Nick was nervous as he spoke, caught under Odette¡¯s scrutiny, but he spoke of his plans and gave the impression he was as firm as a tree, a contrast to Tira¡¯s more emotional temperament. ¡°I think this could be a good opportunity for us, I think it could be good, especially for Tira.¡± ¡°What?¡± Tira said. ¡°Because no one will take issues about you¡¯re origins. You¡¯ll be able to escape the discrimination and prejudice that¡¯s been bothering you all your life, we can start a whole new life.¡± Nick looked into Tira¡¯s eyes showing genuine compassion and affection. Odette took out an envelope from her bag and passed it across the table to Nick and Tira. The pair looked at it like it was something they had never seen before. ¡°Thank you for making such a tough decision. This should be enough to help you find a suitable place to live, there are also two tickets,¡± said Odette. ¡°Oh my God,¡± Tira said, her eyes popping out of her head. She looked into the envelope and saw two boarding passes for a ship heading for the new world, and the dates on them. ¡°October 31st? That¡¯s so soon.¡± ¡°It is a tight schedule, we have a lot to do; get married first, then prepare for the immigration and the child.¡± ¡°Sister, what¡¯s gotten into you? Are you ashamed of me or something? Do you think I am a tarnish on your reputation?¡± ¡°Tira, don¡¯t do this,¡± Nick said, trying to comfort his fiancee. ¡°Now that our father has passed, are you so desperate to get rid of me as well? It feels like your intent is to simply wipe away the last blemish on your noble and humble life.¡± ¡°Tira Byller, calm down,¡± Odette snapped. Byller, Tira heard the name rattle around her mind, which eventually dragged out her tears. ¡°Byller, that¡¯s right, this is because I¡¯m really a Byller, is that it?¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°I wonder if you would be doing this if I was a Dyssen, probably not, I think. I¡¯m just a daughter of a maid, I have no station, your lesser.¡± ¡°If that¡¯s what you want to tell yourself, if it makes you feel better, to say such mean things about yourself, but I don¡¯t think its an appropriate thing to say in front of your child,¡± Odette said coldly, she got up from her seat and prepared to leave. ¡°Don¡¯t go sister,¡± Tira said hurriedly, but Odette had already put on her coat. ¡°I¡¯ll go to Nick¡¯s home town and we can live quietly there. I just don¡¯t want to be so far from you.¡± ¡°Tira,¡± Nick tried to cut in. ¡°Are you really going to be okay without me? We will be so far apart and I don¡¯t want to be away from my sister. Please don¡¯t let me go.¡± ¡°Stop acting like such a child,¡± Odette said flatly. ¡°Mr Becker, please let me know what you plan on doing.¡± ¡°Er, yes, of course, don¡¯t worry.¡± Odette arranged her sleeves and departed without saying anything more. She couldn¡¯t leave the feeling of unease growing in her though. Tira¡¯s desperate pleas were like that of a child and it tugged on her heart, but she had to resist the urge to turn back. Indulging on misguided empathy would only make things harder. She had to get used to the idea of detaching herself from Tira, for her own safety. Odette moved around the shops like a ghost, purchasing a few things to disguise her true intention in the city centre. As she walked the sun baked streets, the appointed hour drew near and she hurried to City Hall. A driver was already waiting there for her. ¡°Thank you, Hans, lets get back to Ardenne.¡± Returning the polite greeting with a nod, he closed the door behind Odette and made for the drivers seat. He was curious about the small package she carried, but it was none of his business to know and turned his focus back to Odette¡¯s directions. It¡¯s done now. Odette closed her eyes, recalling the fact that was the only comfort. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian narrowed his eyes as a man stepped into the bar. He wore a smart woollen suite he thought was a school uniform. He wore glasses, a hat and a brandished a cane. His smart appearance stood out amongst the informally dressed patrons of the sports club. ¡°Maximin von Xanders,¡± Bastian growled around his drink. ¡°Why is he here,¡± Erich said, also noticing Count Xanders entrance. The others of the table looked up. ¡°Is he a member?¡± Lucas said ¡°Its Xanders, there¡¯s hardly a social club he¡¯s not a member of,¡± another said. ¡°Xanders isn¡¯t a rich family, right?¡± ¡°But still, it¡¯s Xanders.¡± ¡°Yup, He has priceless reputation, not even a million dollars can buy it. But still no skill in actually making money.¡± The table laughed. ¡°Klauswitz¡¯s membership card probably cost more than his families inheritance, right Bastian?¡± Erich giggled, his face painted red with alcohol. ¡°I don¡¯t know, I never actually counted,¡± Bastian smirked. The table laughed again. ¡°What does a billion dollars even look like? You could buy anything you ever wanted, even a wife.¡± ¡°Erich,¡± the table looked at him aghast. ¡°Its certainly a worthy investment, well worth considering, its just a shame that Bastian¡¯s half-brother receives all the favourable treatment. He¡¯s a good-for-nothing compared to Bastian, no outstanding qualities, other than having a noble mother.¡± Erich drained his glass. ¡°But don¡¯t get too upset, Bastian, you still have a wife, just make sure you keep the receipt.¡± The table went into an uproar. ¡°Really?¡± Bastian said, reaching for the whiskey bottle. ¡°Of course and I¡¯m sure that what ever children you have, will be born into nobility and wealth. You¡¯ll be able to buy them a commission. The aristocracy of the future made by hundreds of millions of dollars! The true gift the Emperor has planned for the hero.¡± ¡°I suggest you shut up, Erich,¡± Lucas said, recognising that Enrich was now treading across the line. The two fell into basic bickering and cursing each other. Bastian stood up from the table, getting bored of the childish antics. As he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair, he met Count Xanders¡¯ eye. Bastian gave a courteous nod. Maximin nodded in return. It was a polite attitude, but it was hard to erase awkward feelings for one another. His was a reputation not worth a billion dollars. Reputation, not even a million dollars can buy Bastian found himself getting noticeably curious about Count Xanders reputation that Erich so unsubtly shared. He approached the Count, who had settled onto a small table by the window, and was just about to start reading a paper, while an attendant brought him a cup of tea. He certainly gave Bastian the feel of nobleman, unlike someone who mess about with another man¡¯s wife. CH 104 *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Odette had impeccable taste, as demonstrated by the cream-coloured accents of the guest parlour. The arrangement of the classic furniture, which could have been described as gaudy any where else, left a warm impression on Sandrine. ¡°Madam has returned,¡± a maid said, announcing the arrival of the hostess. ¡°Thank you,¡± Sandrine replied. She settled into the bright sofa, getting herself comfortable. She examined the reception table, filled with refreshments for guests. She couldn¡¯t help but notice the luxuriously gilded pottery. It would not be too much effort to replace Bastian¡¯s ex-wife, when her tastes matched Sandrine¡¯s own so closely. She looked out the window to the sea with a smile and took a sip of moderately cooled tea. Today she was a substitute for her father, Duke Laviere, paying a visit to Mrs Klauswitz with no other purpose than to meet the wife of a low ranking officer. ¡°You may go.¡± The maid observed her briefly before silently departing. The well-educated employee deserved a commendable score. Sandrine waited for Odette, leisurely enjoying her cup of tea. She knew it was a gamble, but she was willing to take the chance, she couldn¡¯t keep waiting forever. Even after successfully getting a divorce from her husband, her relation with Bastian was still at a standstill. They were close, he was polite and friendly, but there was nothing more, and she was starting to get impatient. She wanted to start her relationship with him, before she felt even more estranged. Something felt like it was going wrong and Sandrine couldn¡¯t quite figure it out. unless he had found another lucrative bride elsewhere, then the only reason why he was acting this way was that woman, Odette. While Sandrine¡¯s anxiety grew, the servants and attendants prepared for Odette¡¯s return and eventually, Odette finally made her appearance at the entrance to the guest parlour. ¡°Long time no see, Odette,¡± Sandrine greeted with as bright a smile as she could manage, but not too far as to seem obviously fake. ¡°Good morning, Lady Laviere,¡± Odette said, greeting Sandrine with a little surprise or embarrassment, Sandrine couldn¡¯t make up her mind which. The two settled into chairs, a servant handing Odette a cup of tea and refreshing Sandrine¡¯s. She couldn¡¯t help but notice that Odette¡¯s finery left no impression that she had just lost her father. ¡°I hear the interior construction has been completed, I must thank you for allowing me to be your first guest. I absolutely adore the decoration,¡± Sandrine said politely. ¡°Did you say you were¡­invited?¡± Odette said, narrowing her eyes. ¡°Please don¡¯t tell me you¡¯ve forgotten, I would be very disappointed if you have,¡± Sandrine said, putting down her teacup. ¡°I told you I wanted to visit for tea, and you invited me to stay as your friend for a few days this weekend.¡± A friend. Something came to Odette¡¯s mind, that maybe this was something that had been arranged on that night she had heard Bastian talking on the phone. Was he talking to his lover, though, it was strange to have a secret meeting arranged in this way. She didn¡¯t understand him. Odette became more confused while trying to reflect on Bastian¡¯s intentions, who had returned after two years a perfect stranger. ¡°Surely, that¡¯s what happened. Isn¡¯t it?¡± Sandrine urged for a response in a raised voice, briefly glanced at the distant maid. The late afternoon sun bathed the reception room in its warm glow, having traveled over the sea. Odette stared at the woman sat across from her, so nonchalantly sipping at her tea. So confident, coming to check up on her position as Bastian¡¯s queen. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian emptied his glass. ¡°By the way, I must thank you for attending the funeral.¡± Bastian spoke as casual as if he was talking about horse racing or polo. ¡°I really thought I wasn¡¯t going to make it, but I got there at the last minute.¡± ¡°You¡¯re welcome, I was just doing what I had to.¡± ¡°Given Duke Dyssen¡¯s reputation, I¡¯m sure it was a hard decision for you to show up to his funeral,¡± Bastian smiled drunkenly. ¡°I don¡¯t really care what the world thought of him. Sometimes a reputation amounts to nothing, a fleeting cloud hold more significance than a friend in a time of sorrow.¡± ¡°I¡¯m glad you think so, I¡¯m glad my wife has a friend like you, Count Xanders.¡± Bastian exuded a cool demeanour as he lazily leaned back in his chair, flashing a sociable, wonky smile. Maximin found it hard to let his guard down around Bastian, even out of uniform, he cut an imposing figure. His heightened sense of caution felt excessive, especially given his long-standing and respectful friendship with Odette. ¡°How is Mrs Klauswitz doing?¡± Maximin said, hoping to evoke a response. ¡°I think she is getting weaker,¡± Bastian said, genuinely sorrowful. His eyes fixated on the melting ice in his glass. ¡°Once her health has improved, we will definitely organise a proper show of appreciation, consider it a reward for you the kindness you have shown in taking care of Odette in my absence,¡± Bastian said, a flawless smile came to his lips. A bell chimed, signalling the passing of the hour. ¡°I must apologise, I have another appointment,¡± Bastian said, looking at his watch. ¡°That¡¯s quite alright,¡± Maximin said calmly. ¡°I will see you again soon,¡± Bastian said courteously and strode out of the bar. Maximin looked out the window as he placed his cup down. The landscape brought up memories of Odette, her warmth encapsulated by the sun¡¯s rays. Was it because she had held Alma as she slept? The memory of Odette merged with that of his wife, a bittersweet illusion that entranced him. Though he knew it was a fleeting illusion, he couldn¡¯t shake it from his mind. He realised a never before looked for emotion. Maximin pushed his glasses up his nose and returned to reading his book. With each page he turned, the jumble of aimless thoughts faded away. By the time he finished the chapter, he thought of Odette like any other person. Maximin sincerely wished her happiness, just as he always had, and he knew that things would continue to be as they had been. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* As the evening descended, Odette and Sandrine descended the stairs, the headlights of a car flashed through the window. Sandrine was gleeful in her soft footsteps down the stairs and Odette did her best to match. ¡°I am so glad Bastian has finally come home,¡± Sandrine said, beaming at Odette, linking their arms, but Odette¡¯s attention was on the headlights coming up the driveway. Nearly fifteen days had passed since his return and yet their daily lives remained estranged. Odette continued to play the roll of the dutiful wife and Bastian remained the devoted husband. Everything was as it was before, except for the fact that they no longer shared the same bed. It was the calm before the storm. Odette regained control of her straying thoughts, the suffocating sickness made it difficult to conduct herself without measured focus, but all she desired was an end to this marriage and the storm seemed to be inching closer. Odette composed herself at the front door, waiting as if she was one of the other servants. As soon as the door opened, Sandrine was the first to greet him. ¡°Long time no see, Major Klauswitz.¡± Bastian seemed almost as shocked as Odette when he saw Sandrine greeting him, alongside Odette. The look on his face was a picture. ¡°I came to visit at the invitation of Mrs Klauswitz, to comfort a friend in a time of sadness, right Odette?¡± ¡°I promised to spend the weekend with Lady Laviere, I¡¯m sorry I forgot to inform you in advance,¡± Odette said meekly. Friend, friend, friend. The word ¡°friend,¡± used in various ways, made Bastian laugh. ¡°Well, you seem to have many great friends, Odette. Welcome, Lady Laviere,¡± Bastian said, and gestured for the escort. Sandrine smiled satisfactorily and took Bastian¡¯s outstretched hand. Odette just watched them. She felt like any other employee, waiting for their services to be required. ¡®Is that woman his sole reason?¡¯ As she pondered, Bastian walked over. In a hurry, Sandrine changed her expression hastened up the stairs, one leading the other, or the other leading the one. Odette couldn¡¯t tell, but she followed after them silently, her understanding clear and unruffled. Sandrine¡¯s anger vanished as she looked deeply into her lover¡¯s eyes. Bastian Klauswitz had returned, now a stronger and more stunning man, a reward that more than compensated for her patience. CH 105 ¡°I think it¡¯s time for me to go.¡± Odette said calmly across the card table. Bastian looked through the puff of cigar smoke, while Sandrine was busy shuffling the deck for the next game, who also looked up from what she was doing. Odette gave them a warm smile, like an expectant host. ¡°It seems I had too much to drink. I apologize for not being able to serve you Lady Laviere.¡± ¡°Rest easy, I am fine. Think about your health, you done need to over do it,¡± Sandrine said. ¡°I¡¯m sure Major Klauswitz can step in for you. It¡¯d be a pity to conclude the game while I¡¯m still eager to play.¡± Bastian raised an eyebrow as he breathed out another cloud of smoke. Odette sat patiently opposite him, beside a glass that remained untouched and full, mirrored its state from the last dinner. He chuckled, thinking about how she claimed to be drunked from a drink she never sipped. Throughout the night she attended to Sandrine, her magnificent pride nowhere to be seen. ¡°As you wish,¡± he said, thinking it¡¯s s fair affair and it wouldn¡¯t hurt to relish a different thrill this time. ¡°Thank you, Bastian. Then, I¡¯ll leave Lady Laviere to you.¡± Odette rose from her seat, leaving a farewell. Leisurely, Bastian filled Sandrine¡¯s empty wine glass while puffing on his cigar. ¡®I don¡¯t really care what the world thought¡¯ the memory of Count Xanders resurfaced as he watched the swirling amber liquid. Odette¡¯s affair with him would be the scandal of the century, upending the empire. His priceless honor and reputation will be dashed on the rocks over night. It wouldn¡¯t be difficult to make them outcasts in this world. But was it revenge enough to compensate the damage that woman had caused? Bastian lifted his head, lost in the plot. Through the wisps of cigar smoke, he caught a glimpse of Odette¡¯s wistful face. It was hard to believe that she was about to face a tremendous downfall. But isn¡¯t she a woman who has long forsaken her honor? There was a faint sneer on Bastian¡¯s face. The scandal might be good for the two who don¡¯t care for their reputation. They were great people who could live in a world secluded from everything, far away from him and everyone else. Even though Count Xanders already had a child, they would no doubt find some sort of happiness together, the picture perfect family. ¡°Bastian?¡± Bastian hadn¡¯t realised how quiet he had suddenly become. He turned to Sandrine, his countenance void of any melancholy. On the table was a card waiting for him. ¡°You can start, Sandrine.¡± With a nonchalant smile, Bastian looked at his first card. Odette gracefully departed the drawing room, accompanied by her loyal canine companion. She never even looked back as the door swung closed behind her. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Odette got herself ready for bed, removing all the jewellery and the dress. She closed the windows and curtains, before indulging in a longer than usual bath. By the time she got out, it was past midnight. Margrethe was already asleep, curled up in front of the fireplace. Odette put on some warm pyjamas and slowly braided her hair and was about to meticulously clean away the dressing table when a knock came from the door. ¡°Excuse me a moment,¡± Sandrine said, helping herself into the room. Odette stirred, but was too devoid of energy to say anything. ¡°Hmm, this bedroom does not suit at all, it will have to be changed before the wedding.¡± Sandrine moved about the bedroom, examining every nook and cranny. Odette watched carelessly. It had been a very tiring day and she was not in the mood to get riled up. It was a waste of energy to get involved in pointless conflicts. ¡°You¡¯re not going to leave that dog behind, are you?¡± Sandrine frowned at Margrethe. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Margrethe is coming with me.¡± ¡°that¡¯s a relief, I can¡¯t stand such dogs.¡± ¡°If you¡¯re done,¡± Odette said, bored of Sandrine already. ¡°Oh no, I just thought it would be better to use your door to Bastian¡¯s bedroom. The night is deep, but you never know who might be awake, where the eyes might be watching.¡± ¡°What?¡± While mulling over the words, Sandrine took off her silk gown. Odette hardened at the sight of Sandrine in pyjamas that revealed a little too much. Sandrine neglected to even dress in appropriate underwear. It was very inappropriate attire for entering or exiting a man¡¯s bedroom. Sandrine sighed. ¡°Its always better to be careful than to get caught out, obviously.¡± ¡°But isn¡¯t this a bit much, Lady Laviere?¡± ¡°Why, do you want to stay as Bastian¡¯s wife or something?¡± Sandrine frowned. ¡°You don¡¯t know why Bastian welcome me, do you?¡± As Sandrine approached Odette, she could smell Bastian¡¯s favourite drink on her. She couldn¡¯t bring herself to look at Sandrine. Shame burned her cheeks, a feeling that stripped away any sense of entitlement to even the smallest rights. ¡°Look, I honestly thought we would get along,¡± Sandrine said, turning to the door without much thought, the door that had been securely shut for the last two years, opened to let another woman through. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Once the shower was concluded, Bastian wrapped himself up in a gown and lazily dried his hair. He could still feel the drunkenness muddle his head. He accepted this as the day he had drunk far too much and was not looking forward to trying to sleep with the room spinning so fast. He took a slow and steady step back into the bedroom. ¡°Bastian,¡± came a voice as he opened the door. He narrowed his drunken eyes and could see the form of a woman sitting on his bed. At first he thought it was Odette and his heart leapt from his chest, not sure what he should do, but through the drunken fog, he could make out fiery red hair and a sly smile spread across his face. Bastian looked at Sandrine, wishing the drunken haze would lift already. He had always thought of her as a reckless woman, but not stupid, he would have to correct his evaluation of her. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ve taken measures to prevent any unnecessary rumours.¡± Sandrine stood before Bastian, making herself ready. He could smell a sweet scent of pungent flowers upon her. ¡°I used the couples door, thanks to Odette¡¯s consideration.¡± She pointed to the door that linked to Odette¡¯s bedroom. Bastian found the idea amusing, his wife allowing a half naked woman to pass into her husbands bedroom without a hint of objection. It almost felt like Odette was pimping him out to whoever could match her asking price. Her devotion to being a good wife was going above and beyond. ¡°You really want to test my patience, Sandrine? I think I¡¯ve shown enough tolerance for your careless behaviour,¡± said Bastian, as he dried his hair. His voice were not harsh, if anything, he was as cool as ever, but that did not stop a shiver running up Sandrine¡¯s spine, but she refused to back down, she would have him, she has been waiting long enough. ¡°Tolerance? Are you referring to your false kindness in throwing me leftover scraps?¡± Sandrine¡¯s eyes flashed a fierce, cool light and her smile was more of a sneer. Sandrine didn¡¯t hold any resentment to Bastian for seeing her as a strategic business ally while he was married to Odette. Bastian always showed her empathy and treated her with the utmost respect, it was an ideal arrangement, but he never gave her what she desperately wanted. ¡°How long are you going to keep up this pretence? I want a definitive answer, I want to know that you plan on marrying me once your deal with Odette is done, I want to hear you promise.¡± ¡°I will deal with that matter as soon as I have properly concluded my marriage with Odette,¡± Bastian said firmly. ¡°But your marriage with her is already done.¡± ¡°There are still the formal procedures.¡± ¡°I kept my promise to you,¡± Sandrine started to sound like a spoilt child. ¡°I know,¡± Bastian said. He knew that Laviere was a great partner, the benefits of using each other were great. That was the only reason he tolerated Sandrine¡¯s ridiculous behaviour. ¡°Then, prove it,¡± Sandrine snapped, her eyes locked onto Bastian with an intense fire and unmasked resentment. ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°Prove to me that I am your woman,¡± Sandrine threw herself at Bastian, demanding his love without hesitation. It was the middle of the night and he was drunk. Sandrine knew very well that it wasn¡¯t just intoxication that was clouding his judgement, but the vivid heat her body was giving off, mixed with the heady scents of her perfumes. Sandrine tossed her meagre pyjamas aside and let her warm, mostly naked body, press against Bastian as her lips pressed against his. She could taste the solitude on his lips, a rich, chemical intoxicant he had been indulging in all day. CH 106 ¡°You should aim to keep your dignity, Lady Laviere,¡± Bastian said, peeling Sandrine a foot away from him. His voice was icy and his breathing was laboured. He retired his gown, doing his best to hide the erection that kept wanting to peer out from the fold of his robe. Sandrine attempted to approach him once more, but Bastian firmly kept her at arms length. His gaze was firmly unyielding. ¡°Bastian?¡± Sandrine said, refusing to accept his rebuttal. The bulge was firm evidence that he wanted her and she wanted him too, it was no illusion and despite his hurtful attitude, there lingered a warmth between them. ¡°I don¡¯t want this,¡± Bastian said, ¡°what I want is a wife that knows how to act like a noble lady, not a night lady. If you want to carry on acting like a whore, then I am sure that a young painter of yours will accept you like this.¡± Sandrine blanched, then quickly turned the deepest shade of red as her whole body flushed with embarrassment. Bastian barely twitched as he looked down at her with those cold eyes and cut her with his words. ¡°I was so glad that you were interested in me, Bastian, but to cast judgement on my love affairs while conducting your own is a bit hypocritical, don¡¯t you think?¡± Sandrine tried to calm down, but her pride had been dented and she was not going to let it pass. She had never lied to Bastian about her lovers, promising herself wholly to him if only he promised himself to her, their openness to each other was what drove her to love him in the first place. ¡°I was not trying to criticise, just offer some advice, I didn¡¯t intend to be mean to you,¡± Bastian said, wiping drips of water from his face. Sandrine looked at him stunned for a second, before letting out a laugh. ¡°Don¡¯t you go and act all noble like you¡¯re the purest soul, you¡¯re the one acting all vulgar.¡± ¡°I was just saying, I would like a noble wife.¡± ¡°Pardon me?¡± ¡°Well, it¡¯s not a good thing if both partners in a marriage are vulgar and unfaithful, it¡¯s a bad mix.¡± It was hard to ignore the fact that this man was from a family of junkyard dogs, whimpering for scraps at the high lords table. Given Bastian¡¯s attitude, you would have thought he was from a long line of nobles descended directly from the Emperor himself. Though it was true that Bastian¡¯s position had improved greatly since the time of their original deal, his reputation was garnered solely from a military career, supported by the Emperor. His marriage to Odette was what got him his station. This meant that Laviere no longer held station over him. ¡°Are you really going to pretend to have forgotten all the favours my father pulled for you?¡± Sandrine wielded her devotion like a weapon. ¡°Lady Laviere, your father has already earned a huge profit three times his worth thanks to me, I think his favours are repaid,¡± Bastian said with a sarcastic smile, once again trampling on Sandrine¡¯s feelings. ¡°Even so, it doesn¡¯t mean that all emotional debts have been paid off.¡± ¡°Wow, you¡¯ve changed since when we last met.¡± ¡°I still love you, Bastian, that hasn¡¯t changed.¡± Despite Sandrine¡¯s desperate last appeal, Bastian showed no signs of being moved by her pleading. All she could read on his face was a deep fatigue, and drunkenness. ¡°If you¡¯re so interested in toying with emotions like this, then maybe you should seek another to marry, is that crystal clear enough? Or am I wrong in remembering our conversation?¡± Bastian said. Sandrine became very aware that she had not a thread of clothes on. ¡°I wanted to marry you because I highly valued your quick wit and adaptability. I thought you were a skilled player in this game, but it seems I might have been wrong.¡± ¡°Bastian, I¡­¡± ¡°This is the last consideration I can show you, Lady Laviere, by not kicking you out of this mansion, bare as you are.¡± Bastian¡¯s voice became low, barely audible. ¡°I will be back in an hour and I expect to find my room vacant. I very much doubt we will meet like this again.¡± ¡°How could you do this to me?¡± ¡°Quite easily. Maybe next time, show the respect and dignity expected of a noble woman, then I will find it hard to turn you down, Lady Laviere.¡± Bastian left the room and Sandrine collapsed onto the bed. She had never truly expected to gain Bastian¡¯s love, so when she had received it at the start, she longed to be desired by him. His resistance deepened her shock and wounds had been inflicted. It felt like she had reduced herself down to a mere piece of meat. It was humiliating, pathetic, beneath her. She loathed herself for falling for such a despicable man. Her unyielding love for him felt more like a punishment. Sandrine gathered up her nightgown, tears streaming down her face. He didn¡¯t even look back at her as he left. Having been rejected to the very last, all she could do was watch him walk away. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Their relationship is very strange,¡± said a maid coming into the break room. ¡°See, I told you so,¡± said the maid who had first voiced the suspicion. ¡°I mean, last night they were in separate rooms and had separate breakfasts,¡± the maid continued as she brought in the dirty dishes of breakfast. ¡°Maybe it¡¯s out of consideration for madam¡¯s ill health.¡± ¡°Nah, it¡¯s just strange, it¡¯s been nearly a month since the master returned home. A young couple reuniting after two long years should not be living so distant from each other. Moreover, the duke was not that affectionate as a father.¡± ¡°True, judging by how quickly she discarded her mourning dress, it doesn¡¯t feel like the mistress is grieving all that deeply for her father, and she¡¯s not even that ill any more.¡± ¡°She¡¯s going out today. She is enjoying the social life happily enough, but when she is around the master, she acts like she did at the start of her sickness.¡± The cook expressed her disapproval of the neglect the hostess was showing her husband just as the service bell rang. ¡°I¡¯ll go, you just got back with breakfast.¡± ¡°Volunteering? My how you¡¯ve grown, Mollie.¡± ¡°Ha, I¡¯m still quite young,¡± Mollie laughed, heading for the door. Mollie rushed from the lounge, heading right for Odette¡¯s bedroom. She knocked, waited for permission to enter, before she opened the door. She found Odette sat by the window, basking in the morning sun. ¡°Good morning, ma¡¯am,¡± Mollie said cheerfully. Odette turned to the maid and smiled. ¡°I hear you are attending the Royal Ladies tea party, shall I get an appropriate dress ready for you?¡± ¡°Yes, please,¡± said Odette, turning back to the window. Mollie pulled out a light blue dress, to which Odette approved and then proceeded to help Odette cloth herself in the dress. ¡°If you need my help, feel free to tell me.¡± Mollie was the first to run out of patience as she attempted to tighten the corset. Her hands pausing with the strings in her hand, Odette¡¯s pale and beautiful face remained emotionless. ¡°I¡¯m worried that the master might have found out about your betrayal, he¡¯s a scary person, he¡¯ll never let you go so easily,¡± Mollie said, tying off the corset. Odette did not reply. ¡°Please, you can trust me, ma¡¯am.¡± Mollie tried to make herself sound as sincere as possible. Even after learning that Mollie was Theodora¡¯s spy, Odette took no action. It was clear that Odette had some plan for the future, letting a suspicious maid stay by her side, Mollie was impatient to know what. They had a symbiotic relationship, but Mollie had nothing to lose. ¡°Maybe you could seek help from your family, you never know, there might be a way you can support each other.¡± Mollie pressed the point as she finished tying off the lace. Odette turned around, her once serene face wavered. Molly smiled at her co-conspirators. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Welcome, Major Klauswitz,¡± Admiral Demel greeted warmly. With a salute, Bastian calmly made his way across the office. Admiral Demel was lounging on a sofa near the window, waiting for him. ¡°I hear this is an urgent matter,¡± Bastian said, standing in front of the Admiral. ¡°Yes, indeed, please, have a seat.¡± The meeting felt suspicious, but Bastian followed the senior officers command. As he settled into the plump sofa and gazed about the autumn hues of the room. ¡°I received a message from His Majesty, he wants you to come and have dinner at the palace.¡± ¡°Tonight, at the palace?¡± ¡°Yes, that¡¯s right. I know it¡¯s quite sudden, but I suspect he has something special planned. You will have to attend and scrap all other plans you might have.¡± ¡°Yes, of course,¡± Bastian said, taking the order boldly. Bastian hoped it was to close the deal, the emperor had no other reason to call him out like this. Being called up so unexpectedly, maybe the deal had come to a satisfying conclusion. Bastian anticipated a substantial reward. ¡°I can only congratulate you on keeping such a big secret from me. The Emperor has garnished you with a myriad of medals and honours, I can only dream of what great reward he has planned for you. Maybe another promotion, at this rate, you¡¯ll be giving me orders soon.¡± Admiral Demel clapped his fat hand on Bastian¡¯s shoulder. It might be advantageous to declare his intentions to divorce before entering into negotiations with the emperor. He had a plan to lay all the blame on the woman and the dirtier the reason for divorce, the better. Considering the Emperor¡¯s guilt in all this, it would lead to a splendid reward. ¡°Well, that¡¯s all there is, considering the amount of preparation is needed, I suggest you head off now and get yourself ready.¡± Bastian left the office with an expression that was no different than if the Admiral had given him watchman duties, or sent him to the other side of the world on another two year mission. He looked at his watch, which showed nearly noon, it was going to be a very long day. CH 107 ¡°I¡¯m really sorry,¡± Nick Becker kept on saying over and over again, Odette reassured him with a gentle smile as she put down her tea cup. ¡°It¡¯s okay, Mr Becker, don¡¯t worry.¡± ¡°I will persuade Tira.¡± ¡°The more you try, the more she will resist, she¡¯s a very stubborn child.¡± Odette couldn¡¯t help but feel one last tinge of sadness she couldn¡¯t quite erase as she looked at the empty seat next to Nick. Things had gone her way in the end. The two decided to leave Berg and due to the tight schedule, the wedding was going to be a simple one and once the reception was done, they would immediately board the ship to another country. Odette did not want to send Tira off like this, but she was left with no choice. What hurt the most was that Tira no longer wanted her sister at the wedding. It was hard to accept, but it was necessary. ¡°Let Tiara¡¯s heart flow as it will.¡± Odette said as she picked up the pocket watch on the table beside her tea cup, calmly advised. Nick shifted in his seat, he had been uncomfortable and nervous the entire time and for good reason. Odette was the daughter of a Duke, niece to the Emperor himself and wife to a war hero no less. His tension heightened as he realized the weight of who he was dealing with. ¡°But, to part like this¡­¡± Nick said, trying to swallow. Donned in an exquisite dress, Odette looked as if she had just stepped out of a painting and it was hard for Nick to come to terms with the fact that Odette and Tira were sisters, they were completely different people. Now he understood Tira¡¯s love for her sister and the accompanying jealousy. ¡°She won¡¯t reject me completely, she will reach out in time, when she has calmed down, at least, the Tira I know will,¡± Odette said softly. Secretly Odette prayed Tira would come to understand, she didn¡¯t like the idea of her going off and thinking that she was being abandoned by her sister. If only there was a way to make her understand that this was for her own safety. She could tell that Nick was coming round to understanding, though there was still a little confusion in his eyes. ¡°Please take very good care of Tira for me,¡± Odette said, making to bid Nick farewell. ¡°I¡¯ll escort you,¡± Nick said. ¡°No need,¡± Odette politely declined and hurried out of the cafe. The clock tower just started to chime the noon bell. Odette made straight for the tram, ignoring the attention her fine dress was getting as she dashed through the streets. She didn¡¯t have the time to care about what others thought. The purpose of her outing was to attend a tea party, but first, she wanted to go for a little walk to catch her breath, is what she told Rainer, who was parked close by. She needed to catch the tram on time, or be caught in the lie. She made the tram and sat in solace at the back, taking a window seat so she could look out on the world and ignore all the vacant stares of those she shared the car with. Memories of the night she had escaped her bedroom rushed back to her, as the tram turned into the road that led to the naval base. That night she wandered the darkened mansion like a restless ghost, aimlessly seeking distance from Bastian and Sandrine until exhaustion reminded her that she had been walking barefoot. The cold air of that night still lingered in her thoughts, even now. Alongside the vivid memories of her restlessness and the moonlight that mirrored her state of mind. Throughout the night, she remained wide awake, unable to find solace. When dawn broke, she returned to her bedroom, lost and exhausted. The soft light shone seemed to embrace her arrival. A few hours later, the morning sun was already shining brightly and Sandrine left Ardenne. ¡°Thank for the good time,¡± she had said on her way out, leaving Odette to ponder over its rueful meaning. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Prepare to go to the palace by five,¡± Bastian said, crossing the foyer without further explanation. ¡°What do you mean all of a sudden? Madam is not home, so how do we handle this?¡± Lovis scuttled after Bastian. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I don¡¯t need my wife to attend me, just make sure the car and driver are ready when its time to depart,¡± Bastian said. ¡°But is it not more customary to entre the palace by carriage?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know about that, why bother?¡± Bastian flashed a grin and picked up his pace. ¡°Are you sure master?¡± Lovis said, not attempting to keep pace with Bastian, dropping back a little way. But Bastian did not reply, he was distracted by a young maid heading toward him from the opposite direction. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± he said, looking down at the maid who was carrying a small bundle. ¡°Condolence letters and gifts for the mistress, from those who could not make the funeral.¡± the maid said, handing over the package. ¡°Oh, condolences.¡± Bastian laughed as he helped the maid take the large bundle to Odette¡¯s bedroom, opening the door so the maid didn¡¯t have to struggle. The wind carried a scent on the air that prevented him from departing once the maid passed him by. While the maid placed the packages and letters, Bastian wondered around the room. The decorations and adornments in the room made it look like it had been frozen in time hundreds of years ago. As he wondered close to the bed, he saw that there was a small wicker basket on the bedside table and inside was a tiny suit, complete with bow-tie. As he reached out to examine the suit closer, a gruff bark almost made him jump and he became aware of Margrethe. ¡°I¡¯m sorry sir,¡± the maid said, hurrying over and taking charge of the dog. ¡°Put her away, would you?¡± Bastian said dryly, turning his attention back to the clothes. As he examined the finely woven thread of the small vest, he noticed a tiny pair of socks too and unless Odette was starting a hobby in doll play, there seemed to be only one reason these clothes were here. He smiled as he laid the infant clothes to one side. To you, what am I? He pondered, feeling as if he had once again reaffirmed the answer to that wretched question that shattered everything. ¡°I¡¯m nothing at all, huh¡­¡± he realized, a truth he had already known, but the passing time seemed to intensify the disgust within him. He took a seat in the long backed arm chair next to the window and made to light a cigarette. He looked about Odette¡¯s bedroom, he could drive her out tonight, if he so desired. He would tell the Emperor of his intentions and then he could be as cold toward her as he wanted. He didn¡¯t have to feel bad about it, after all, is it really that bad to force out a woman that never really wanted to be here in the first place? The more he thought about Odette soaring free as a bird, the stronger his doubt became. It didn¡¯t make any sense. An unfaithful woman, a spy who stole the secrets of the company, a criminal who made her father a cripple. No matter what he thought of her, his true feelings did not change, and all the while he struggled to come to terms with how he felt, time was dripping away, hurtling toward the inevitable divorce. ¡°Master, there is a call for you,¡± the maid returned, sticking her head around the door. ¡°They said their name was Keller?¡± Bastian¡¯s eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise in them. Keller, the detective who had been keeping an eye on Odette during his absence to Ratz. Bastian pushed himself out of the seat, shaking off the cobwebs of thought and was distracted by something falling to the floor. In knocking his seat back a little against the dresser, he had inadvertently caused a bouquet to topple to the floor. When he picked them up again, he saw amongst the pink roses, a letter. It had a flying hawk stamped on it. Xanders. CH 108 Odette did not recall how she had managed to make it back to the hallway leading to the master bedroom. The sensation of her legs moving on their own accord left her a little disorientated. She walked with her hands clasped in front of her, like she was praying and as she felt her dulled consciousness resurface, here she was. Bastian returned home a lot sooner than she thought he would, only for him to depart again minutes later. He headed for the palace, where he was to negotiate the final dissolution of their marriage. Odette turned the doorknob, mulling over the news the butler had shared with her. It was the expected future to come, she knew this day was drawing close, but now that it was actually here, the pain of it was a lot deeper than she thought. What would be the reason he choose for their divorce? She wondered. Odette entered the bedroom, trying to anticipate what scandal Bastian and the Emperor would come up with. They were all despairing, but she was strangely at peace. She would be content as long as it ended. For now, all she needed to worry about was changing out of these clothes and meeting Bastian. Odette acted according to the priorities she set in her mind, forcing out that which did not matter right now and concentrated on removing the hat, gloves and jewellery she had worn to the tea party. She even took off her wedding ring absently, which was now loose on her finger thanks to her illness. As she started dragging a brush through her hair, something clicked. ¡°Meg?¡± Realising that Margrethe was not there, Odette rose from her vanity table and looked about the room like the dog was hiding behind the lamp or something. She dropped her comb when she noticed the man standing by the window. ¡°Bastian,¡± she said with a start. When she finally noticed him, he approached her. His stride was leisurely, as if savouring a pleasant Sunday walk. He halted mere steps from away and greeted her with a courteous bow. The glimmer of his badges and medals twinkled in her eyes. Barely able to hold herself together, Odette attempted a greeting of equal courtesy. She felt a wash of embarrassment come over her, but she held up all the more calmly because of it. ¡°I thought you were heading to the palace, for an audience with the Emperor.¡± Odette forced a kind smile to her lips. ¡°I¡¯m glad that the deal went smoothly for you, Bastian.¡± The two figures faced each other in the golden glow of the sun, their eyes locked onto one another. Odette was poised, not wanting to end the marriage in a miserable and pitiful way. She wanted to be remembered as the brazen woman who had stood her ground until the last. ¡°Thank you for everything, Bastian and¡­ I¡¯m sorry.¡± After everything, the whirlwind of thoughts boiled down to one simple, cliched little statement. With her self-blame wiped away, Odette looked at Bastian ¡°Now, please tell me your decision. I will follow it.¡± *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian looked up at the clock as the faint sound of its chime drew his attention. Four o¡¯clock. The time had come to wrap up the settlement. Though his eyes cast over the warm and aromatic roses, they returned to Odette standing before him. She may have bowed to him politely and showed reverence in the face of her judgement, but he knew that it was all just an act. She was nothing shy of extremely arrogant. She had prepared everything to send away Tira Byller. The actions reported by his private detective far exceeded his expectations. He was far more expecting to hear that she had been frolicking with that vagabond Xanders. She had sacrificed herself for the sake of her family, betraying her family for her family. For her, family was life, even at the cost of her own, she would do anything to secure their well-being. As admirable as it was, Bastian could not forget about her vicious backstabbing. ¡°Bastian?¡± Odette said in surprise. Bastian hadn¡¯t realised it, but the thought of her betrayal made him sneer menacingly. Bastian looked past her faux innocence and caught sight of a picture hanging just behind her. It was nothing more than propaganda from the naval festival, capturing a moment of sweet deception. Now he understood. She had changed, seeming like the woman in the photo, but with a softer touch and slimmer figure. When he realised that all traces of the young girl had faded, he could see how immature past Odette had really been. He recognised his own foolishness for being deceived by the young girl. His gaze grew deeper and calmer, drifting to the silk blue dress and the woman¡¯s pale, prayer-like hands. Memories of her fingers playing a melodic tune flooded his mind. The moonlight, the piano, and his naive hope that the moment would last forever. I hate you. Bastian wanted to admit the truth hidden in his heart. He had tried so many times to erase it, but it was like a name engraved on a tombstone and he knew it. He wanted it to end. He wanted to trample this woman, He wanted to hurt her like she had hurt him. He wanted to break her, wanted her to fall at his feet and cry out for mercy. Facing that dark desire, Bastian felt like he understood. He wanted to inflict terrible pain on this woman, a price that needs to be paid for the pain given to him. The fact that he had only just come to terms with such desire was easy. ¡°It¡¯s better to save the heartbreaking goodbyes for later, after all, you are going to need some time to come to terms with my decision.¡± Bastian smiled as he took one final step closer. Odette could feel the primal threat in the words and instinctively faltered back, but Bastian only moved in closer. One step, then another. Their slow and relentless chase was coming to its inevitable end. Odette screamed as she tumbled to the floor, tripping on the hem of her dress. ¡°Be careful, it wouldn¡¯t be very good if you were to get hurt before you were able to repay your debt.¡± Bastian held out a hand. That woman struggled like a trapped bird in a snare, pulling herself up off the floor. Bastian got a whiff of her sweet scent and was reminded of the time she stood alone under the shower. ¡°Ah¡­!¡± Odette let out a soft moan as she pushed Bastian out of the way and got herself up off the floor. It was only after they locked eyes again, when she stood before him, did she realise what was happening. She tried to escape, but his large, firm hands were clasped around her face and he looked at her like a ravenous beast. All Odette could do was stand there, subdued, with only enough strength to fight back the tears. ¡°Bear my child.¡± Finally, his decision was passed, echoing in what seemed like an eternally silent space. The room fell into a deep silence as Odette looked into Bastian¡¯s smiling eyes. ¡°W-what¡­?¡± ¡°What more could I ask of you? You are a woman of impeccable bloodline, so, use that too repay your debt, a child with royal blood should be satisfactory payment.¡± ¡°No, I would rather go to jail!¡± Odette shouted. ¡°I don¡¯t want to do that.¡± ¡°Why, why this? You could fabricate any lie to send me to prison without ever producing any evidence.¡± ¡°That is true, but what do I have to gain from that? I have thought long and hard about it and this is my decision.¡± With a polite smile, Bastian lifted Odette¡¯s chin so that they were staring at each other again. He could see fear and tears in her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips tremble. He found her current demeanour much more appealing than when she pretended to be a saint. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, though, you wont be the mother of my child,¡± Bastian said, letting her face bow once more. ¡°You will be divorced just as soon as the child is born and you will never see them for your whole life. The child will grow up as mine and Sandrine¡¯s.¡± His hand, sliding down her stiff neck, had reached the front of her dress. ¡°You¡­you can¡¯t do this to me,¡± Odette tried to shout, but her voice was a cracked whisper. ¡°Oh sure, it might be a bit bothersome at first, but you have left me with no choice. Your father is dead and you¡¯ve sent your dear sister away, abandoned. Now you have no family left, so, we have to create a new one.¡± Bear my child. And leave that child behind. Everything passed in a blur of motion and noise to Odette. She struggled to come to terms with what Bastian was saying. She felt like she had lost her mind. It felt like she was living a nightmare and she would will herself awake, if she didn¡¯t already know she was awake. ¡°You ruined what was most precious to me, so it¡¯s only fair I return the favour, don¡¯t you think?¡± Suddenly, Odette felt her dress strap being pulled, accompanied by the sound of her shirt button being torn off. The sensation was too real to be dismissed as a mere dream. CH 109 Odette had done her best to resist, but in the end, she couldn¡¯t overcome Bastian¡¯s strength. He had ripped her dress from her body, not giving her a chance to fight. His vile touch grasping at her underwear made her skin shrivel up, even through his gloves. Caught in the terror, Odette resisted wildly like a cornered animal. Bastian respected her efforts by backing off a little, but only to attack her again with different tactics. The determination to inflict as much damage as possible was admirable, but in the end, she was no match for Bastian. Bastian enjoyed toying with Odette a little too much and became curious about what she would do if given enough slack. As expected, Odette seized the opportunity. ¡°I wonder if poor Nick Becker knows he is marrying the sister of a murderer,¡± Bastian said, towering over the retreating woman. Odette halted in her shuffling toward the door, she was frozen and couldn¡¯t take another step. Even this was not going against Bastian¡¯s predictions. ¡°Is he not the father of the child Tira carries? The youngest son to a family of well respected carpenters, who own a lumber-yard outside the city? But that¡¯s just what I heard.¡± Bastian already knew everything. Odette gasped for breath, all too aware of the footsteps coming for her. ¡°His parents were quite displeased with the fact that their youngest son¡¯s wife was the illegitimate daughter of Duke Dyssen. Yet, they had no choice but to accept it because of the child already in the womb. I wonder what they would do if they found out that the sister of their daughter-in-law had tried to kill her father.¡± ¡°Are you threatening me now?¡± Odette said through sobs. ¡°It¡¯s more like advice, really,¡± Bastian said calmly. ¡°It doesn¡¯t bother me either way, I¡¯ll achieve my goals and it¡¯s up to you how much you sacrifice. Though come to think of it, it might be better to have Tira Byller break it off, cast your little family down into yet more ruin.¡± ¡°Please, don¡¯t involve Tira.¡± ¡°That¡¯s entirely up to you.¡± Bastian gave Odette a vile look of desire. The heat under her skin prickled to a beauty pink pleasing to Bastian¡¯s eyes. Above all, he wanted to see her wracked with pain. The fact that, when pushed to the edge of the cliff, she still would not abandon her family was very satisfying to him. The pain of losing her first child would be all the sweeter in the moment. ¡°Go ahead, if you want,¡± Bastian said, taking a step back from Odette. ¡°It would really do me a favour if you ran, it would give me an excuse to ruin what¡¯s left of your family.¡± ¡°Are you really going to ruin your life for a woman you despise?¡± Odette said. ¡°You seem to misunderstand something. I have nothing to lose. I will pay back as much as I am owed and on top of that, I will gain a child with blood as royal as the emperors. What loss is there for me?¡± ¡°How can you even think of using a child like that? You, of all people, I would have thought would understand what it¡¯s like for a child to lose their mother.¡± ¡°Ah, yes, don¡¯t worry, the child will never know Sandrine is not their biological mother. They will grow up just fine, I did.¡± ¡°You grew up fine? You?¡± ¡°Well, as you can see,¡± Bastian said, with a tranquil smile. Odette swayed as if on the verge of collapse, steadied herself against the back of a chair. She knew she should escape, but her feet would not obey. She couldn¡¯t surrender, not just yet. Lost in the emotional hell Bastian had laid out before her, Bastian approached her and began undoing her underwear. ¡°Shall I set you free?¡± he said, untying the lace of her corset. Odette began to resist again, but the fight was not with her this time. She felt as if she was floating on a dark cloud of numbness and by the time her senses came back to her, she was already sprawled out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Odette thrashed as Bastian tore off her corset and threw it, along with her blue dress and skirt, onto the floor. He then removed his gloves, and his watch tossed next the pillow¡¯s side. Bastian¡¯s face came into view as he clambered on top of her limp body. He stared down at her with a wicked smile and a glint in his eyes. ¡°Bastian, please¡­¡± Odette said in a pathetically weak murmur. He lifted his gaze from where he had been looking down at her shivering body. She felt the tears run down her cheeks and her chest bucked with barely contained sobs. A twisted smile formed on Bastian¡¯s lips, he was enjoying her pain even more and each time she pleaded, only excited him more. Bastian¡¯s lips formed a smile, memories of being manipulated by this witch-like woman surfacing. He realized he had hesitated when he could have had her long ago, stating terms in an agreement he never truly cared about. What he feared was ruining their relationship, never winning her heart. This worry haunted his sleepless nights beside his sleeping wife, perhaps stemming from the night he won her in a gambling den. ¡°Bastian,¡± she pleaded once more, devoid of all emotion except desperation. What a clever strategy she had, her teary eyes calling his name once enough to win his sympathy and delight. He was a fool for her. But, unfortunately, but that moment was long gone. Bastian tore off her knickers and threw them aside, ignoring her pleading. Like a famished beast, Bastian tore off her knickers and threw them aside, ignoring her pleading. Odette screamed as Bastian kissed her aggressively, like a starving animal. He unbuckled his belt, and her whining and struggles only fueled his joy further. ¡°Ahh¡­!¡± A sharp cry rang out as Bastian¡¯s hand, previously clutching her chest, slipped between Odette¡¯s legs. He muffled her scream with a kiss, exploring the dryness beneath. Odette sobbed in shameful pleasure, her eyes reddening as she tracked Bastian¡¯s hands, working to part her legs. With his damp hand, Bastian tenderly stroked her cheek, a final act of kindness to commemorate their past intimacy. Odette cried in pain as she clutched the end of her sleeve. Bastian glanced at his watch. He had to be quick, he had an appointment with the Emperor. Quickly, he turned Odette and climbed atop her, forcibly stretching her legs. Cries of pain and rough moans erupted nearly at once. Bastian didn¡¯t care anymore about her feelings; it was his answer to the Siren¡¯s song. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Their passionate lovemaking, marked by Bastian¡¯s muffled groans, reached a climax and and abruptly ended. Odette was desperately trying to break free, causing Bastian to pull her waist tighter, thwarting her attempts. Like a pinned butterfly, he fluttered weakly before finally collapsing, exhausted. He had done it with this woman. With the act done and his body cooled, Bastian felt reason return and the reality of what he had just done sank in. He looked over at Odette, who was curled up on the bed, sobbing. A hollow laugh escaped. He felt like he had journeyed far and wide, only to find what he was looking for right back at the start. He was filled with relief. The transaction concluded in the manner it should have started. When Bastian woke up, Odette lay on the bed as if she had fainted. Bastian rolled off the bed and tided himself up. Adjusting his trousers and belt, tucking in his shirt and brushing down the wrinkles was all he needed to regain his composure, a stark contrast to the mess Odette was left in. He went to the bathroom to wash of the scent of her from his fingers, adjusted his tie and cufflinks. Other than replacing his wedding ring, nothing else warranted his attention. When he came back into the bedroom, Odette had moved along the bed, no doubt to get out of the bloody wet patch he had left behind. It was nothing remarkable, nothing special. He had never once thought that a man like Franz could win the heart of such a haughty woman, not even Count Xanders. At least Bastian could erase all doubt about who the father of the child would be. She was a woman that had known no other man, something that would remain unchanged until the conclusion of their marriage. ¡°I will convey your regards to the palace and tell them that I treasure the precious gift the Emperor bestowed upon me,¡± He sneered, approaching the bed and picking up his glove, which lay among the piles of Odette¡¯s clothes. Odette remained silent, ignoring him, making the sight of the tangled bedsheet, filled with remnants of their encounter, all the more entertaining. Bastian put on his gloves and turned to leave the room, only to notice the bouquet had fallen on the floor again. Though that was an accident, he made the conscious choice to leave them. He left the room behind, along with the scent of sweet roses, now trampled by his boot. The rhythmic sound of his steps echoed through the tranquil evening corridor. CH 110 By the time Odette recovered her wits, evening was already closing in. The sky and the sea beyond the window were tinged with the light of the fading sun. At any moment, her maid would come in to ask her about dinner arrangements. She knew she had to clean up, but she had no energy for it. The best she could do was to curl up on the bed and as she did so, she felt the cold, dried sweat. She looked over at her dishevelled clothes all over the floor. The torn buttons, ripped underwear, shoes flung to opposite corners. Could it have been a bad dream? Of course not, she had to sober up and accept the reality as it was. Sorrow washed over her in drowning waves of anguish. She was exhausted. She yearned for rest, she wanted to fall asleep but was too afraid of what dream may come. She lay in a silence as quiet as if she was underwater and watched the sun set. In the silence, she became vaguely aware of a gentle ticking sound and in the twilight, she saw that the man had left behind his wrist watch. Raising painfully, Odette picked up the watch and looked at it. There was something different. She had an intuitive realisation in the moment her eyes met Bastian¡¯s as he removed it. He was more rational than he had ever been in the days swept up in uncontrolled desire, which made him ever more threatening. The man that had been her last hope was now gone forever. Upon confronting that desperate reality, the world flipped on its head once more. It was the last memory Odette could fully recall. ¡°Madam, its Dora,¡± the maids voice came from the other side of the bedroom door. Startled, Odette quickly rose from the bed, ignoring the stiffness in her muscles. She thought to get her robe, but her body was still a little awkward to control and instead, she stumbled to the floor. She couldn¡¯t even manage a few proper steps. ¡°Ma¡¯am, are you okay, do you need me to call the doctor? Master said you were resting because you were not feeling well.¡± Not feeling well, Odette guessed that was the excuse Bastian had given the staff. ¡°No, there¡¯s no need,¡± Odette managed to give a weak response. As she got back up off the floor, she felt something wet and warm trickle down her leg. She knew what it was immediately and in a flash, the heavy weight and unfamiliar heat, the tearing pain between her legs, the sound of clashing flesh and the sensation she could not turn away from, even with her eyes clamped shut. ¡°Madam, are you really okay?¡± ¡°Yes, of course, don¡¯t worry.¡± Suppressing her tears, Odette quickly grabbed her skirt nearby to hide the shameful traces. Had it been a normal marriage, this might have happened long ago, perhaps even in the back alley of the gambling den where they first met, so there was no need to be concerned about it. ¡°Thank you, Dora. If I need any help, I will call.¡± Odette gathered together her sullied garments, thankful that Dora decided not to do a visual check of her well being. Odette took a low breath, trying to get control of herself. She repeatedly chided herself as she made for the bathroom. She was finding it difficult to think properly and above it all, one fact remained clear, Bastian was insane. There were no words to justify his decision to have a child for revenge, and Odette had no intention of paying the crazy man¡¯s price. Never, no matter what. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°And its all thanks to you,¡± the Emperor declared, as he concluded the discussion on the situation of the North Sea. Bastian set down his glass with a modest smile. Now that the dinner and cocktail party was concluded, it was time to get down to the meat of why he was there, escorting the Crown Prince and Princess Belov. ¡°Thanks to the successful establishment of a military alliance with Belov, we were able to strengthen the defensive line of the North Sea front. This is an honour that would not have been possible if Isabelle¡¯s national marriage had not been successful. I will always deeply appreciate that,¡± but it seemed that the Emperor was not done with his rhetoric, Bastian was getting impatient. ¡°I think it would be prudent to offer you a Baron title,¡± the Emperor continued. ¡°That was your promised reward, was it not? With such contribution, I think you¡¯re more than qualified to be listed among the imperial nobility, what do you think?¡± ¡°You¡¯re too generous.¡± ¡°Why? Isn¡¯t the title of a baron from the lower nobility enough? the Emperor said with a humerus note to his words. ¡°If I were to offer you a higher station, the backlash would be fierce, but fear not, keep performing and ¡°I promise you¡¯ll be a navy admiral with the title of an earl by the time you¡¯re forty.¡± the Emperor laughed. ¡°Your majesty, I must tell you that I do not desire a title, nor do I wish to be admiral,¡± Bastian said politely. The Emperor looked at him with a raised eyebrow. ¡°My dear Bastian, are you seriously turning down such a haughty gift, have you given up on your ambition?¡± ¡°No, of course not, I would gladly accept if I had achieved anything myself, but I have no intention of accepting that which has not been dutifully earned,¡± Bastian smiled and nodded. Bastian felt entirely arrogant for turning down the Emperor¡¯s offer, but he also did not want to accept handouts made by back room deals. He wanted to earn his titles and promotions through his own great deeds, not because he made a shady deal with the Emperor. One day he would fly with the wings of his own making. He would fly higher than any one ever dared imagine he could. ¡°Well then, what is it that you desire? I doubt you would want more wealth,¡± the Emperor said, irritation clear as day. ¡°May I reserve my answer for later, when I have had the chance to think about it?¡± Bastian was unflustered by the Emperors growing impatience. ¡°So, you¡¯re saying there is nothing I have that you would like? If I didn¡¯t know you better, Major Klauswitz, I would say that you just insulted the Emperor.¡± ¡°Not at all, Your Majesty, rather, I¡¯m expressing my desire to achieve more, off my own back,¡± Bastian said, straightening his posture. ¡°Postponing this deal until that day simply signifies the continuation of our personal relationship.¡± ¡°And so?¡± ¡°In return for deferring my reward, I intend to reap the interest of a stronger relationship with the royal family.¡± ¡°Do you perceive my promise as some sort of savings account?¡± the Emperor scowled at Bastian. Bastian didn¡¯t flinch. Bastian had thought long and hard about his plans. Plans that had to be altered thanks to Odette. Nothing was certain at the moment, but his goal was still clear. He would secure maximum benefit. To optimise his gains, he decided to exercise patience, knowing that hasty decision could result in lost opportunities. Gaining goodwill with the royal family was an added bonus. Bastian knew the Emperor would see through any attempts to conceal his true intentions, so he chose to deal with it head on. The Emperor was a ruthless man, but he wasn¡¯t without his rationale. If he proposed some form of mutual gain, the Emperor would likely accept it. He was confident that he could be that benefit and the Emperor would not be able to resist. ¡°You¡¯re a refreshingly candid business man,¡± the Emperor mused. ¡°No wonder most social circles are not fond of you.¡± The Emperor laughed heartily and drained his wine. ¡°What about your desire to being the son-in-law of Felia nobility? You know, Duke Laviere won¡¯t accept a son-in-law without a title.¡± The Emperor narrowed his eyes as he spoke, hinting at his daughters protection. ¡°Well, now that the bothersome father-in-law is out of the picture, perhaps there¡¯s no need to change wives after-all.¡± Bastian looked at his wrist, realising he had forgotten his watch, an ill oman for a naval officer. This oversight caused a minute crack to form in his composure. ¡°I am prepared to accept whatever decision you have chosen to make on the matter, but personally, I hope that you will treat Odette well. She is, after all, my blood relative.¡± Bastian tidied his sleeves, raised his eyes to meet the Emperor¡¯s. Blood relative, an inappropriate to describe a chess piece he had moved in position to be discarded, but Bastian did not object. ¡°Yes, your majesty,¡± he said with a respectful smile. ¡°I will bare that in mind.¡± The Emperor rang a bell and quickly after, a servant came in to refill his wine glass. ¡°Now, new promises call for a toast, do they not?¡± The Emperor proffered the wine glass and held it high before him. Without hesitation, Bastian downed his drink, feeling the warmth course down his throat. Whether it was the alcohol or lingering desire fueling him, he didn¡¯t know. ¡°Madam went to bed early.¡± Lovis reported briefly, his curiosity about the palace¡¯s events overshadowed by her master¡¯s need for rest. ¡° ¡°You¡¯ve done well, rest now,¡± Bastian replied, his voice tinged with drunkenness, before calmly continuing on his way. Lovis turned to ask about clothes but halted when he saw Bastian slowly approach his wife¡¯s bedroom. Bastian wasn¡¯t so drunk as to enter the wrong room. Lovis held his breath in shock as Bastian opened the door without hesitation and stepped inside. As the door closed, the ticking of the clock marked the day¡¯s end and the night¡¯s silence broken only by the distant rustling of maids eavesdropping from around the corridor¡¯s corner. The maids¡¯ lounge would buzz with this unusual topic tomorrow. Meanwhile, the rumors about the strife between the master and his wife seemed to be subsiding. CH 111 Odette looked down at the table with a heavy heart. There was a meagre pile of banknotes, coins and other precious belongings. The pile certainly looked sorry for itself and Odette looked about the room, desperate to find anything else that could be considered valuable. She had given most of her savings from the last two years to Tira, in a bid to get her out of the city and to safety, which hadn¡¯t left much for herself in her escape plan. She turned the study over, searching every little nook and came up with a fountain pen with her initials on it and a silver inkwell box. Once Tira left and was finally safe, Odette planned on making her escape too. With determination, Odette repacked her savings pot. It was sufficient enough right now to hide out somewhere just beyond the border. There was no way she could stay, knowing Bastian¡¯s intentions to have her father his child. He showed absolutely no regard for her, in his relentless advances, he had become blinded in his endeavour to sire a child. She sobbed every time, before losing consciousness, only to come back to reality with his weight pressing down on her. It went on for days, his animalistic mating. Odette scrubbed the thought from her mind as she placed the savings box in its hiding place, in a secret compartment at the bottom of a locked drawer. She kept the key in the poetry book on the shelf. With her anxious heart calmed, Odette went to the window, where the evening moonlight splashed across the driveway. The urge to escape there and then rose in her as strong as ever, she had to restrain herself. Bastian was too aware of her actions and she didn¡¯t want to spoil her plans with recklessness. For now, the estate was the safest place. Odette opened the window, allowing the fragrant scent of blooming heath flowers, suggested by Count Xanders, to waft in. If you ever need help, feel free to ask. Count Xanders had told her, but that hope was fleeting and had melted away into the night. How could she ask him for help, to escape a husband that demands a child from her for betraying him, and all to protect her sister who had crippled their father? There was no one else she could ask for help, she was utterly alone. The truth prickled like thorns in her chest. A dog¡¯s deep barking broke Odette out of her thoughts. Margrethe had been napping by the fireplace, when she got up and approached Odette with her tail wagging. Odette hugged Margrethe. ¡°It¡¯s okay Meg.¡± She gave Meg a kiss on the top of her head. Enjoying the small comfort Margrethe provided, Odette looked back out to the evening landscape, shrouded in fading twilight which reduced what she could see to barely passed the window and she saw the twinkle of a car coming down the driveway. The night was coming¡­. Odette realised all too quickly, as the car came down the drive, stopping at the front entrance where she could not see. She didn¡¯t need to see to know who it was. Feeling shaky, Odette let go of Margrethe and closed the windows. It was going to be a long night. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Muller¡¯s letter has arrived, sir, it came with the evening post.¡± The butler¡¯s voice, giving a report, was heard between their rough breaths and moans that were growing faster and faster. Bastian paused in his thrusting and looked at the bedroom door. It must be important for Lovis not to wait for a more appropriate time. Odette stopped writing on the bed as he pulled out and stood up straight. ¡°Understood,¡± Bastian said to the bedroom door. Bastian looked down at Odette, whimpering on the bed. It was no secret to all servants that he loved to spend as much time with his wife as he could, it served to quell the rumours of discord in their marriage. Above all, Bastian enjoyed the fact that Odette found such rumours humiliating. Bastian¡¯s gaze shifted downwards, observing Odette¡¯s trembling body as she was gasping for breath. ¡°Put the letter in my room, I will be there shortly.¡± He grabbed Odette¡¯s waist firmly, climbed on top and planted himself back inside her. This could not be called love-making, there was no love in it, more like going through the necessary motions to get what he wants. His breaths quickened, yet his face remained calm as he gazed at Odette¡¯s pale back swaying beneath him. As tears streamed down her face, his passion surged, and with a groan he squeezed Odette¡¯s waist as he felt the climax and her gasping in pain was icing on the cake. The smell of sex in the room, was more like the stench of self loathing and disgust, took another round. In the dressing table mirror, Bastian caught sight of their intimate encounter, making him to close his eyes, battling his uncontrollable passion. When he opened them, he met Odette¡¯s tear-filled turquoise gaze through the mirror. She looked right back at him, her eyes were vacant and her expression placid like still of water. Bastian¡¯s eyes flickered briefly, and then he gazed into the darkness before refocusing on the bed. He didn¡¯t let Odette rest, swiftly resuming his passionate thrusts, an ecstasy that bordered on pain. He might have enjoyed it a little too much, but seeing Odette¡¯s tears soak the bed sheet only served to make him finish in her quicker. She let out a cry of pain and with the last pulse of orgasm, he let her drop to the bed, her hips marred with fresh bruises. The mixture of satisfaction and pity swirled within him as he felt the desperation emanating from her trembling form. Bastian took a moment to catch his breath. He looked cold and callous, stark contrast to the passion he had shown before. He wanted to go again. The timid little woman on the bed, too weak to prevent her fate, made him more excited as he looked at her trembling body, but he had business to attend to. As Odette lay unconscious, struggling to breathe and unable to muster the strength to move a finger, Bastian turned away and left the bed behind. After emptied the glass filled with water on the vanity table, he put on his dress and checked himself over in the mirror. There was no trace of the madman that had driven Odette to despair and he smiled at himself. Bastian walked to his own room without ever looking back. From the partially open door, Odette heard the butler¡¯s patient voice, and Bastian replied briefly. Although she couldn¡¯t catch their conversation, it seemed that M¨¹ller¡¯s emissary was awaiting a response from Bastian. As he prioritised the company¡¯s work above all else, their night might end here. With a glimmer of hope, Odette summoned the strength to lift her weary body. As the butler departed, a silence enveloped the room. Bastian appeared fully focused on his work. In that moment, Odette entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The sound of rushing water echoed through the silent darkness. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* It was late by the time Bastian returned. The bed was empty. Bastian did not worry as he closed the door, Odette was always so predictable. He walked across the room, taking a seat by the fireplace to light a cigarette. He could hear the harsh sounds of running water, the shower. As he smoked, he looked at the documents Muller had sent him. The railway concession linking Felia and Belof was supposed to be contracted to a family with ties to both royal families, but there was a problem and everyone was being dragged into a bidding war, even his father¡¯s company. Bastian saw this as an opportunity to rectify a two year old mistake and the board agreed. His father was aiming to use the Count Ellis connection to become a father-in-law and if he succeeded, everything would fall into place like dominoes. Bastian threw the proposal into the fireplace and despite his cigarette burning down to the nub, Odette still had not come out of the shower. He pulled out another cigarette and headed over to the bathroom door. There was no other noise but the sound of the shower. Bastian pushed open the door and was not expecting to be greeted by utter darkness, so he reached in and turned on the light, bathing the bathroom in a warm glow. He smiled as he saw Odette curled up in the bathtub, hugging her knees and her skin a sickly pale blue pallor. How long had she been sitting under the freezing cold water? Odette did not look up until Bastian turned off the water. Then, their eyes met, each carrying a different temperature. CH 112 ¡°Enjoying the sensation of misery, I see,¡± Bastian said, with the cigarette still clamped in his lips. Odette stared at him with bloodshot eyes. They had mingled like rutting animals most nights, but this was the first time they had properly looked at each other. Each night Odette had to listen to his insults and ridicule, making her feel pathetic and small. ¡°If you want to freeze to death, I suggest you try a little harder, take the extra steps,¡± Bastian gestured out the window, ¡°there¡¯s a whole sea of frigid water out there that would welcome you.¡± Odette glared at him as her teeth clenched to stop them shivering. ¡°I¡¯m not going to give up my life for someone like you, now, if you have nothing more to say, please leave.¡± ¡°Save your foolish breath,¡± Bastian said, tilting his head slightly. He still wore a smile, but his eyes were cold and intense. Odette trembled and averted her gaze. Enduring this torture was what made her a fool, but it was better than letting the seeds of misery sprout. She only had to endure it long enough for Tira to get married and flee across the border. ¡°Just go,¡± Odette said weakly. She didn¡¯t want to engage in unnecessary arguments with that man in her current state. Watching Odette for a moment longer, Bastian finally turned and discarded his cigarette into the sink and washed his hands, then approached the bathtub to turn on the hot water. He then went over the fireplace and built up a roaring fire in seconds. Odette was still huddled beneath the shower, trembling, watching it all, not saying a word. She was even more shocked when Bastian tossed all his clothes onto the floor and returned to her side, wrapping her body with a warm towel. He strode across the bathroom, carrying her to the bathtub that has been filled with hot water. Odette screamed as the sound of the splashing water disrupted the silent of the autumn night. She felt the warmth slowly seep into her, but made the chill in her bones more pronounced. She never realised she had let herself get so cold. Bastian hugged her tight, as she sat between his legs, and bound her. He tidied up her crazed mess of hair and checked her temperature by moving the back of his hand along her body. As his hand moved like a snake below the water and past her navel, Odette convulsed. ¡°Stay still,¡± Bastian said as a cold command. He wrapped his arms around Odette and started caressing her belly. ¡°I hope you are not planning on leaving any time soon, it would be a terrible burden to run off and leave your child, but if you are adamant on walking such a path, I won¡¯t object.¡± His deep voice tickled in her ear and even now, his hands tickled across her belly like he was already feeling for a baby¡¯s movements. Odette endured it, keeping her eyes closed tight. She needed to remain humble, give him no reason or excuse. She had to wait for the right moment, when he would lower his guard, just like when she stole the documents that brought about this tragedy. ¡°Aren¡¯t you afraid of me?¡± Odette asked. Bastian smiled like Odette had shared an amusing joke. He turned off the water, which was now lapping at Odette¡¯s chest. ¡°I betrayed you,¡± Odette continued. ¡°You¡¯re dealing with something very important right now, confronting your father again.¡± ¡°So?¡± Bastian replied lazily, his hand firmly on her breast. The softness in the palm of his hand filled him with a pink haze, it was hard for him to resist the temptation of her flesh. ¡°Well, keeping someone like me around, someone that had already betrayed you once¡­¡± Odette finally let out an unbearable moan as Bastian started to roughly play with her nipple. ¡°Do you not think that¡¯s kind of foolish?¡± She managed to finish what she was saying with a whimper. She prayed for Bastian to regain his once cold rationality, but all she got was a mocking sneer. ¡°Why, have you received a new order or something?¡± Bastian pulled Odette into him. ¡°You can go ahead and do as you please, I think it would be very entertaining.¡± He lowered his head and started sucking her breast, and as he lingered, she clutched his shoulder to support her body. Every glance they shared stole her breath away. Could she really escape from this man? Consumed by despair, Odette trembled at the thought of Bastian¡¯s ruthlessness towards her if she betrayed him twice, chilling her blood. But she couldn¡¯t live like this anymore. She had to do something, even if it meant doing something insane. ¡°Worry not, Lady Odette, I can be quite generous. I can even sleep with a dog I hate if it pleases me.¡± As she stared up at the man who bore a flat smile, his large hand descended down her back and gripped her buttocks firmly. Unable to fight off his forceful entry, she withered and sagged into him. Embracing her Bastian entered her without hesitation. His gown, discarded on the floor, was quickly drenched by the water spilling from the bathtub. He hoped she would get pregnant soon. Once her belly was round and the child born, his desire and hatred would be satisfied, allowing him to wash it all away. Then, he could throw everything: the memories of those foolish days and the remnants of corroded emotions. Having lost all self-restraint, Bastian held Odette and started moving wildly. Water splashed onto the floor, soaking the clothes and towel that had been discarded there. The woman that had been like ice, was now blazing hot. He laughed as he pumped, laughed so loud he felt like he might have gone mad. It didn¡¯t seem like a completely wrong decision. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Sandrine lowered her glasses and delicately unfolded her fan, while the singer on stage¡¯s melancholic aria scratched at her nerves. It was a decidedly boring opera performance. ¡°You don¡¯t seem to be in the mood, is anything the matter?¡± A whisper of a voice reached her, before she had the chance to consider getting up and leaving. Sandrine turned her head as she let out an exasperated sigh, and came face to face with a sweet smile, reminiscent of the young boy it once belonged to. As she looked at Noah, a hint of disappointment lingered in her smile. Twenty one. no, it was twenty two. Noah Hoffman was a budding artist from the southern countryside. He was a decent enough lover, good looks, a pleasing physique and a friendly demeanour that knew how to handle people. He wasn¡¯t a great painter, not enough to be a real success, but his way of life was certainly worth using, but he was no match for Bastian. Ever since that man¡¯s rejection, she decided to accompany Noah out in public a lot more. It was an attempt to provoke Bastian, to get a reaction from him, though she had the faint inkling that even if he did know about her going out with Noah, the cold, heartless bastard wouldn¡¯t lift a finger. ¡°Shall we go?¡± Noah said. Sandrine simply closed her fan with an ambiguous smile and shook her head. She didn¡¯t feel like socialising with this man tonight. ¡°What of your recent works?¡± Sandrine said, trying to hide her anxiety. Noah got excited almost immediately at the thought of talking about his latest exhibition. It was full of the dreams of third rate painters, or so Sandrine thought, and although it was unremarkable, it would certainly be better than this opera. Just as he was about to speak, he pointed quickly. ¡°Oh, look, Franz Klauswitz is here.¡± He pointed to a box diagonally opposite from them. Bastian¡¯s half brother was there with his fiancee and both families. ¡°I thought he was taking after the family business?¡± Sandrine asked. ¡°I don¡¯t know, but he is our patron. He provided the studio and helped with the exhibition. He doesn¡¯t do it himself, that I have heard of, probably because of the contention with the family business.¡± ¡°Well, he is quite the delicate young master.¡± ¡°Oh, by the way, I heard something very interesting about Franz,¡± Noah said, lowering his voice as if they would hear him over the distance, and the singing. ¡°He always locked his studio doors when he works, but one day, he forgot to do so, so we snuck in to take a look and found several paintings of the same woman. It was Bastian¡¯s wife, every single one of them.¡± ¡°Bastian¡¯s wife, are you sure?¡± Sandrine¡¯s eyebrows shot up her forehead. ¡°Absolutely. I even checked against a picture in an old newspaper, it was definitely her.¡± ¡°Maybe she was an attractive muse.¡± ¡°Perhaps, but being that obsessed seems a bit strange, and no matter what, if people saw those paintings, it would cause quite the scandal.¡± Sandrine locked him with a stare for a moment as she was lost in thought, then resolved with a soft smile. She finally felt like this evening was going to become a little more entertaining. **** CH 113 The carriage went through the city centre of Ratz at speed. Odette was looking out at the scenery, barely able to take in any of the details of Boulevard Pr¨¦ve passing by the window. Making her eyes go funny, she turned to look at Countess Trier in the opposite seat. ¡°Thank you, Countess,¡± said Odette. The Countess waved a hand. ¡°It¡¯s nothing, dear, you don¡¯t need to show any gratitude.¡± On her way back from visiting relatives in Ardenne, the Countess stopped by the House of Klauswitz. She had growing concern for Odette, who hadn¡¯t left the confines of the mansion¡¯s walls in weeks. She had intended to make a short stop, check up on the young lady, then be off again, but then Odette made quite the unexpected request. ¡°Is something the matter?¡± the Countess asked. ¡°No, not at all,¡± Odette said, ¡°it¡¯s just that it was so nice to see you after such a long time, so I thought it would be nice to do a little travelling together.¡± A woman who was married to a rich husband, who collected cars like they were sweets, requesting a ride in a carriage? Odette had originally claimed that there was some important matter in Ratz she needed to attend to. There were too many holes in her story and despite that, Countess Trier pretended not to notice. She was worried about the thin and sickly looking girl. The Countess made a disproving noise. ¡°To hear such honeyed words from you. So, where is it you wish to go? If I¡¯m giving you a ride, I might as well take you the whole way.¡± ¡°Oh, no, its quite alright, Countess, we¡¯re almost there. You can drop me off here if you wish.¡± There was only a month left until Tira would be leaving and Odette needed to raise more funds. She had gathered together some things that she was going to sell, but needed to do it discreetly, so as not to draw attention. She could not take one of Bastian¡¯s cars and a driver, that would have been to conspicuous and no doubt the driver would report back to Bastian. Taking a public car was also too risky, too suspicious. She was feeling stuck, with no way forward, until the unsuspecting Countess came to visit, she was like a ray of golden sunshine on a rainy day. This was especially handy as Bastian would be tied up with work and wouldn¡¯t be able to get out to visit Ardenne for a good long while. The carriage finally came to a stop outside the Reinfeldt Hotel on main street. After bidding the Countess a fond, and hasty, farewell, Odette hoisted up her bag and made to leave. ¡°My dear Odette, if you ever need help with anything at all, come find me. I can¡¯t promise I can do everything for you, but I will certainly try my best. Its better than struggling alone, wouldn¡¯t you say?¡± Odette could feel the warmth and kindness in the Countess¡¯ words. ¡°Yes, Countess, I will do that, thank you.¡± Odette waited until the carriage was clear out of sight, then made for her true destination, the shady back alleys behind the city. A complex maze of narrow walkways teeming with gambling dens, shady establishments and illicit business¡¯. The pawn shop here was renowned for being discreet and putting a price on just about anything. Odette knew of it because of her father, who had sold her mothers heirlooms and even worn out shoes to pay for debts. Using a vail to hide her face, Odette walked the all too familiar route and once she reached the pawn shop, she couldn¡¯t help but look over her shoulder at the gambling den where her father had lost her to Bastian. Odette stared at the entrance to the gambling den for a long moment. The kindness Bastian had shown her father back then had quickly turned to poison for Odette. Well, her debt was more than paid off now and she could not wait to leave him, she didn¡¯t feel a single pang of regret at that thought. It was the right thing to do, it had to be done. Taking a deep breath and letting all the emotion wash away from her, she pushed open the door to the pawn shop, clanging a bell as she went in. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°The document presented is a strategic report on the bidding for the railway concession connecting Felia and Belov. If we can acquire this section and merge it with the Berg Inland Railway, owned by Ellis, we can create a robust transportation network in the northern continent.¡± Bastian made his brief report, his blue eyes locked on Duke Laviere. With a hint of arrogance, he silenced the Duke¡¯s laughter. Every day, Sandrine¡¯s pleas to Bastian Klauswitz for clarity on divorce and remarriage intensified. He couldn¡¯t understand why such a woman would put so much effort into the grandson of a junk dealer, he chose to watch closely, eventually taking the initiative himself. Bastian, clear about his objectives, displayed nonchalance. He greeted him, seamlessly transitioning into business discussions. Despite his secretary¡¯s reports of his late nights at the company, he showed no weariness. His face, freshly washed, was the only hint of those long hours. His shirt, pristine and wrinkle-free, looked freshly donned. The Duke felt as if the junk dealer¡¯s grandson was toying with him. However, he chose to watch and wait. The hound seemed to have found another interesting prey, and considering the potential massive profits from this venture, he overlooked Bastian¡¯s discourteous behavior. The railroad business, which had started hand in hand with Ellis, was growing more and more prosperous each day. Laviere had a knack for being able to quickly gain ground, but Ellis was the driving force behind the venture. Over the years, the power dynamic had shifted and Bastian could see it. That was likely why he risked leaving Sandrine in such uncertainty. ¡°Before you sign, there¡¯s something I need to hear from you,¡± Duke Laviere said, shifting the focus as he reviewed the report. Bastian simply nodded. ¡°Well, I¡¯ll get straight to the point, when do you plan on taking my daughter? As far as anyone can see, the deal should have been concluded, we have held up our end, so what exactly are you waiting for?¡± ¡°That is business between me and the Emperor, all you need to know is that our deal has not yet been concluded.¡± ¡°But it¡¯s been two years, unless there are details I am not aware of.¡± ¡°Yes, that was the initial plan, but due to unforeseen circumstances,¡± Bastian shrugged, ¡°so I have to maintain the marriage for now.¡± ¡°How much longer do you expect it to take?¡± ¡°I wish I knew, if its too much bother for you, you can explore other options.¡± ¡°Other options, you say?¡± ¡°Yes, other potential marriage partners that you might have considered before, just in case.¡± After Sandrine¡¯s divorce became public information, propositions flooded in. Most were from reputable families and several suitable matches were noticed amongst the dross. The problem was Sandrine, for some reason she had her heart set on Bastian. ¡°I thought you might have changed your mind because of the feelings you have for your wife, at least the public is in the opinion that you truly love your wife. If that is true, then yes, I will seek other options.¡± ¡°I understand your perspective, Duke.¡± ¡°Do you intend to cast Sandrine aside?¡± ¡°Of course not, Lady Laviere has always been my first choice once my dealings with the Emperor is concluded. It¡¯s just difficult for me to give you the definite answer you seek. If that leads you to searching other options, I would not blame you and humbly accept what ever decision you make.¡± Duke Laviere was convinced that Bastian was not the man to make his daughter happy. He could already imagine what her life would be like, living with this man, eternally craving his love, but never being properly satisfied and eventually withering away in loneliness. ¡°If the engagement is broken, I will take full responsibility,¡± Bastian said, unexpectedly. ¡°If you go for the contingency plan, the collaboration will continue as it is, the same can be said if Laviere rejects my proposal and wishes to withdraw from the partnership, I will respect whatever decision you make.¡± ¡°So whether you marry my daughter or not, the deal stands?¡± ¡°It does not define the deal,¡± Bastian said with a smile. ¡°If you find it difficult to decide, I can give you more time.¡± Bastian tidied up the documents on the table and picked up the investment agreement while leave the signature blank. It felt like Bastian was being considerate toward the other party, but upon closer inspection, he had maintained control. The benefits promised to Laviere were just as much guaranteed for Ellis, but Bastian made the whole ordeal seem so alluring that the Duke could not risk not being a part of it. What a fucking Berg bastard, the Duke thought to himself as he finally took up the contract. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Welcome master, the madam is in the solarium.¡± Lovis greeted Bastian with the report on Odette¡¯s location. He did not bother to question why Bastian had not decided to stay in Ratz all weekend, it was not his place to pry. Bastian barely made a noise in acknowledgeable as he walked past his butler. He had completed in two days what was supposed to have taken three and even for a young, healthy man, it was exhausting. ¡°Would you like to rest in your room for the moment? I will inform the mistress of your return,¡± Lovis said. ¡°No need, leave her be.¡± ¡°Then I will prepare dinner¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m going to run for awhile, lets talk dinner later.¡± The butler bowed his head and backed away into the shadows as Bastian made his way upstairs. Bastian always found exercise good to refocus his mind, it was a long standing habit. After changing, Bastian immediately left the mansion for the coastal walkway. He stopped abruptly just as he turned a corner of the mansion. Music was flowing from an open second floor window. Slowly, Bastian raised his head in recognition, it was the family melody, and it was coming from the Solarium, where Odette was reportedly to be. CH 114 The last note escaped out into the solarium and Odette breathed a sigh of relief as she lifted her fingers off the keyboard. Though not as practised as she once was, her hands were not as stiff as she thought they would be, but she wasn¡¯t sure it was enough to take up a job as a piano tutor. Standing in front of the piano, Odette began to recheck her belongings. Even if she was able to make her escape, it was going to be tough to set herself up in a job, especially if she did something wrong and got caught out. One wrong move could see her future go up in smoke. The money she got from the pawnshop was just not enough, even the wedding dress and ring, which she was saving for last, could not meet the needed sum. A paperweight, a hairpin, and a knee blanket. Odette gathered more trinkets together to sell. During her scavenging, she managed to find the gold bracelet Dora had gifted her, inlaid with diamonds and rubies. Like all things owned by Bastian Klauswitz, it was made of top-quality gems. Her heart was shaken for a while to sell it, but she had already learned how miserable and terrible the price of the sin she had committed against that man was. She didn¡¯t want to add theft to her list of crimes. Odette gathered together everything she wanted to sell into the basket that used to be Margrethe¡¯s bed. It was when she was standing up from putting the bracelet in that she felt cramps in her stomach. She went to the window to get some air, sitting herself on the sun-drenched sill, she closed her eyes and focused on the sensations of her body. As if it weren¡¯t an illusion, soon the unpleasant stabbing pain came again. Thank god. I¡¯m so glad. Odette sighed, calming her upset stomach. Her anxiety and restlessness grew as the day of her escape drew neare. She knew that if it was anything else, the mere thought of the worst case scenario stopped her breath. When her period a few days late from her monthly flow she couldn¡¯t sleep properly. Having calmed her raging emotions, Odette carefully checked the pain in her chest. That was when she saw Bastian, far off along the coastal walkway. He wasn¡¯t supposed to have returned until tomorrow. Odette¡¯s eyes went wide and she got up off the window. Bastian was dressed in his sportswear, running along the coastal path connecting the mansion to the beach. There were times she could not go out to meet him because he came home earlier than planned, but Lovis would always come to tell her that the master of the house was home. It was strange that she had not heard anything on his return. He had been home long enough to get changed at the least, Lovis would never make such a mistake, so it had to have been under Bastian¡¯s orders. Perhaps his desires had an expiration date. Odette allowed the faintest glimmer of hope as she watched Bastian disappear beyond the coastal path. Odette leaned back on the window sill and hugged herself, the pain she thought had gone returned in force. As she tried to coax the pain away with deep breaths, the sound of a bell came from afar. She looked to see that Bastian had come back around from the coastal path and was standing on the boundary between the coast and the garden. It will start tomorrow, if not tonight. A voice in her head was telling her and as if Bastian could hear her thoughts, he looked up and Odette was caught in his gaze. Their eyes met across the distance, holding the gaze until the sunset burned a deep red. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian climaxed and Odette felt like he was trying to crush her in his hands. As she gasped for breath, she slumped limply on the bed, exhausted. Weary, Bastian collapsed on the bed, the moonlight casting hazy shadows on the wall. Odette did not move and laid as if she was already dead. The nerves that had been on edge all day finally relaxed, now that business was taken care of. Bastian changed his mind about leaving the bed and watched Odette with a precise gaze, as if trying to read a map. He thought she looked unusually pale and her smooth body invoked images of a sculpture carved from ice. He could distinctly see red marks and bruising on her buttocks and between her legs, where he had been less than delicate with her during sex. Unconsciously, his eyes narrowed as he noticed teeth marks on her ankles and hamstrings, pausing briefly at a bruise on her thigh. She was a woman who was definitely easily bruised and he was not happy about the damage left on her skin. ¡°Odette¡­¡± calling her name was an impulsive choice he did not stop in time and as usual, she replied with silence. ¡°Ackh!¡± A sharp scream shattered the silence. Bastian turned her over and could see her eyes sparkle in the dark. Lying face to face, Odette met his gaze without flinching, he couldn¡¯t see how bloodshot and tear filled they were in the dark. His long fingers began to move through her hair, like caressing a pet.¡°Is everything going well?¡± He sounded like he was mocking her, his voice carrying through the darkness. Embarrassed, Odette held her breath, was she being followed? ¡°Why?¡± Bastian laughed, ¡°Did you stop being my stepmother¡¯s dog? I was ready to be terrified.¡± Luckily, Bastian¡¯s doubts were directed elsewhere. ¡°You need to earn more, don¡¯t you? After giving all your savings to your sister.¡± Tears threatened to sting Odette¡¯s eyes with pain and sorrow, but she was strong enough to hold them back. One day, even this will be a distant memory, faded in the past, just like all the other memories of her failures and mistakes. Time flows on and nothing is eternal, that was the only thing keeping seeing each day. ¡°If there¡¯s something you want, just say, who knows, you might just get it, if you play your cards right.¡± Odette remained silent. ¡°You will be the mother of my child after all, it won¡¯t do to have you fall into thievery or something.¡± His words were silky smooth, as if paying her a sweet compliment, but were laced with malice and suspicion. Perhaps he didn¡¯t want an answer and was merely trying to bait her, which is why he never reacted to her silence. Odette patiently waited for the end of the night. Thankfully, he had no desire to hang around and torment her some more and soon he would leave as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Then she would wash, tidy the bed and finally get some sleep. It had been her routine for weeks. ¡°Bastian?¡± There was no response, he had fallen asleep, his soft, rhythmic breathing a giveaway. Odette let out a frustrated sigh and rolled over, turning her back to him. It was an effort, but she freed her hair from under him and pushed away his heavy arm. Bastian stirred and replanted his arm around her waist, pulling her in tight. Odette struggled a little more, but she was fully entwined within his arms and legs. She became contemplative for a moment and stopped resisting. ¡°You seem to enjoy this little game with me,¡± Bastian said sleepily. ¡°Let me go, its disgusting and I can¡¯t stand it,¡± Odette growled. ¡°Than stop resisting and give me a child.¡± In cold fury, he pulled her in closer, encircling her with his arms, his solid, muscular body threatened to crush her, even when not trying. ¡°Its the only way we are going to end this disgusting affair.¡± She could feel his smirk in his words. Bastian¡¯s hand moved from her breast to her stomach. Odette shivered at his touch and squirmed violently. She tried with all her might to get free of him, but in the end, she couldn¡¯t manage to move an inch from him. ¡°If you can manage it, I would like a daughter who looks just like you. So if she grows up and asks about you, I can tell her to look in a mirror to see her mother,¡± Bastian said in a whisper, resting his chin on her forehead. His large hand, caressing her body, felt distinct with calluses, soft yet rough. Odette closed her eyes and fought back the urge to rage at him, to let out all her anger and frustration. This man was clearly going mad with each passing day. It was just a relief that Tira¡¯s wedding wasn¡¯t too far away. CH 115 ¡°Are you sure?¡± Theodora asked, with a clipped laugh. The news had been delivered by Molly, through her aunt, about Bastian¡¯s current habits. Since his return, she thought that Bastian would divorce Odette, but the reality seemed very different. Rumours were that he was spending every spare minute he had with his wife and that since they had been married for a long time already, they were trying to have kids, start a family. ¡°Molly¡¯s words seem to be more than just a rumour, madam,¡± the maid said, doing her best to defend her niece. Theodora sighed and went to stand by the window, nodding as she went as if to suggest that she knew all too well. She could see Bastian¡¯s mansion from the window, across the water. ¡°It feels like Bastian wants to put the past behind him and simply focus on being with his wife, but she has other ideas. Molly said she was willing to rekindle our connection, but acts like she is going to run away with more than her fair share of everything. ¡°I¡¯m sure she is not so dim witted as to do something so stupid, especially after what happened last time she tried to betray Bastian.¡± Theodora turned around and gestured. Nancy quickly came forward with a tray that had a cigarette and an ashtray on it. ¡°There has to be something else.¡± Lost in thought for a moment, as she lit her cigarette, Theodora opened the window and blew smoke out into the cold air. Odette was no ordinary person. She was still young and naive enough to be easily manipulated, but she was still clever enough to hire a detective to gather evidence in order to save her own skin. If there was a chance to get closer to Bastian again, there was no way Odette would ally with her. Things had gone wrong from the start. It felt like Bastian was content in living happily ever after with a woman that had tried to stab him in the back. He must have gotten a brain injury during his time away. ¡°Should we try again with Molly or do you think she has played her part?¡± ¡°No, let Bastian¡¯s wife do what she wants for now,¡± Theodora said, stubbing out the half smoked cigarette and turning back to her desk. Deep sighs escaped her as she consulted the troubling letter again. Ella Von Klein had sent the final ultimatum; set a wedding date by Autumn or she would break off the engagement with Franz. Theodora didn¡¯t blame Ella, in fact, it was surprising that she had been patient up until now. Franz was the first person to break the agreement, getting married after a years engagement. He was impatient to start a family, after finishing his successor training and becoming a fully established business man. Fortunately the Klein family had readily agreed and the problems arose soon after. Even though he had achieved his goals, Franz still kept coming up with excuses to postpone the wedding. His passion to his fiancee was tepid at best and now rumours were circulating that he planned to call off the engagement for good. It was becoming unbearably humiliating for Ella Von Klein. ¡°Do you plan on using that woman as a spy again?¡± Nancy said cautiously. Theodora carefully folded up the letter and put it safely in a draw. ¡°Well, she has already been exposed to the situation for a long time, I doubt she would be of much use now.¡± ¡°Then¡­¡± ¡°Get rid of her.¡± There wasn¡¯t a hint of hesitation in Theodora¡¯s voice. Even though the fire had been cast at her feet, Franz seemed utterly clueless. He probably hoped the engagement would be called off at this point. Franz had been so happy to be Count Klein¡¯s son-in-law, at first anyway, his change of heart can be linked all the way back to when he first met Odette and ever since, he had been trying to ruin his own life. At this point, it could be considered an obsession. ¡°Get rid¡­like Sophie Illis?¡± The maids voice trembled slightly. ¡°Oh my god, Nancy,¡± Theodora laughed. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, madam, I misspoke, forgive me.¡± Theodora watched Nancy grovel with amusement. It had been so long since she had heard that name. She had given that same order back then too. It had been so many years ago. ¡°If she really is trying to escape, we should help her. After all, it was me who broke the promise first, so I should repay the debt.¡± Theodora quickly scrawled something on a piece of paper, folded it up, sealed it with wax and addressed it to Odette. Bastian¡¯s intentions didn¡¯t matter, they couldn¡¯t afford any more delays. To protect Franz, they needed to get rid of Odette as soon as possible and it was not a waste of money to help her along her away, so long as it looked like she left on her own two feet. ¡°But madam, what if she has other tricks up her sleeve?¡± Nancy said, holding the note passed to her. Theodora smiled softly, as she cleared away the letter box. ¡°Do you remember the name of the pharmacist?¡± ¡°You mean the apothecary, Mr. Lev?¡± Nancy¡¯s eyes twinkled. Theodora¡¯s smile deepened as she thought about it. It had been such a long time since she had Lev by her side. They had known each other so well and spent so much time together. ¡°Lev, yes, that¡¯s right. It was Lev. Nancy, your memory is impeccable. I guess Molly takes after her aunt quite well.¡± Nancy understood the implication. Lev could handle poisons just as well as any medicine. Nancy nodded with a broad smile on her face and turned to leave. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Odette paced around the room restlessly. Her complexion was as pale as a sheet of paper. It had been several days already and nothing had changed. She could definitely feel the familiar pain, but for some reason, there were no other symptoms. Occasionally, when she felt unwell, she would be delayed by a day or two, but her cycle had never been delayed this much. It was a bad portents. Once Tira¡¯s wedding was finished, and they were safely aboard the emigrant ship, Odette planned to leave right after her. She had memorised the trains heading for Felia, which ran from the port to the central station. She had to fight the desire to leave with Tira, she had to keep her sister at a distance, at least, until the madman had given up chasing her. Felia seemed like the most suitable destination for that. There was only ten more days left. Ten more days of praying that things would not slip up. Just ten more days to endure. ¡°Madam, its Dora, there¡¯s a call from Miss Byller.¡± At the very moment when her nerves felt like they were at breaking point, Dora came with unexpected news. Odette understood the importance of such a message and ran for the door, flinging it open to a stunned maid on the other side. ¡°Ah, sorry Dora.¡± Odette didn¡¯t pause to make sure the maid was not too startled and dashed down the corridor without looking back. By the time she reached the study a second later, she was out of breath. ¡°Tira.¡± Calling out the name down the receiver, with a tremble in her voice, Odette heard sobbing on the other end. [I¡¯m sorry for my behaviour, sister, I didn¡¯t mean what I said. I was just upset, I didn¡¯t want to accept that we had to part ways like this.] ¡°I know, Tira, its fine.¡± Odette could feel tears burning her eyes. [Will you come to my wedding? I don¡¯t blame you if you don¡¯t, but¡­I still want to start anew, with your blessing.] ¡°Yes, yes of course I will come to the wedding, You said the wedding will be held at Becker¡¯s house, right? Give me the exact address, and I¡¯ll go there¡­¡± There was a muffled noise that sounded like someone was trying to strangle a drowning cat. [The venue, the venue has changed though, did you know?] ¡°No, what do you mean, why?¡± [Major Klauswitz sent a message to Nick. He said he would arrange the wedding to be at the fanciest hotel in Carlsbar. He is going to cover all the expenses and asked me to invite you to celebrate, but¡­why would he keep it a secret from you?] The words barely registered in Odette¡¯s mind. Her hand holding the receiver quivered and lost its grip and dropped the phone, shaking started all over her body. [Sister? What¡¯s wrong?] Odette could hear Tira¡¯s soft voice coming to her from a distance, but her body did not respond. All she could do was collapse to the floor and try and suck in great gasps of air. Odette could see, perhaps this man¡¯s goal wasn¡¯t simply to get a child from her. He was prepared to kill her, drying up her blood, If so, his plan was proceeding smoothly. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Have you returned, master?¡± said Bastian¡¯s maid as he turned a corner on the third floor. He replied with a nod. ¡°I am worried for the mistress, she has not eaten anything and I thought she might have lost her appetite, but it seems like she is simply refusing to eat. She has given orders not to set the table for several days now.¡± Bastian let out a frustrated sigh and turned back around. The maid¡¯s face, which showed genuine concern, held no clues as to why Odette would resort to a hunger strike. ¡°It seems like there is something deeply bothering her and I thought that, well, if you could comfort her, master, it might help.¡± ¡°Very well, prepare a meal.¡± ¡°Now? It might be possible to prepare light refreshments, but¡­¡± ¡°Fine, that will do, bring it to my wife¡¯s room.¡± After leaving a calm order, Bastian walked towards Odette¡¯s room. He glanced down at his wristwatch, which showed 11 o¡¯clock. It wasn¡¯t too late. CH 116 The dining table was set in the middle of the night for what looked like a casual tea party, but for one. Odette watched the absurd scene, leaning against a pillar. As the servant moved the table in front of the fireplace, the maid laid out the tablecloth and setting the food brought in on a serving trolley. ¡°Good job.¡± Bastian said as Dora finished arranging the cutlery and stepped away from the table. After washing his hands, Bastian casually took his seat at the table, as if there was nothing amiss at all. He was still neatly dressed in his uniform, which contrasted against Odette dishevelled nightgown. ¡°Please sit, ma¡¯am.¡± Bastian motioned for Odette to take her seat. Reluctantly, Odette approached the seat across from Bastian, but did not sit. ¡°You don¡¯t need to do this, just let me go back and rest.¡± The servants flowed out the room like water and left it in silence, save for the gentle crackling of the fire. ¡°Its almost midnight.¡± Odette pointed out. ¡°Eat,¡± Bastian commanded, helping himself to his share of the food. ¡°I¡¯ve already had my dinner,¡± Odette said. ¡°Really? The servants say otherwise. Are they lying?¡± Bastian said in a sardonic tone. Odette looked at the food on the table. Bread sprinkled with granulated sugar on thick butter, roasted vegetables and pumpkin soup. All was Odette¡¯s favourite food and she had to commend Dora for preparing it for her, but her appetite just wasn¡¯t there. ¡°I suggest you eat now, before I finish my plate, otherwise I will be force to open your mouth and stuff the food in,¡± Bastian said casually, as if commenting on the weather. ¡°Then do it, you always do what you want any way, so what¡¯s the point of doing anything else?¡± Odette said, her voice like ice. The pain returned and along with it, the resentment that had been building over the years. ¡°Why the hell did you intervene in Tira¡¯s wedding?¡± Odette cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks. ¡°You promised to leave her alone.¡± ¡°What does the mercy I showed that miserable Becker couple have to do with the promise I made?¡± Bastian held a glass of water just shy of his lips. ¡°Since when did you have any concern for my sister?¡± ¡°I am simply repaying the favour, I¡¯m not the kind of person that likes to pass himself off as a freeloader.¡± ¡°What about the offer for me to attend the wedding, was that sincere too?¡± ¡°What do you think?¡± Bastian laughed casually and leaned back in his chair. Odette looked away, the tears hot in her eyes. She had become much weaker than before and Bastian noticed. Even standing in front of a well stoked fire, Odette felt cold. The shawl wrapped around her scrawny shoulders felt like a burden, as if she couldn¡¯t even bare the weight of the moonlight. She was so pale, she was definitely in no condition to bare a child. ¡°If you¡¯re going to be so thorough in your calculations, than give me a salary too.¡± ¡°Salary?¡± Bastian cocked an eyebrow at Odette. ¡°Considering you have been paying me for the last two years, it must be compensation for something else, something unrelated to my betrayal.¡± Odette said calmly, clenching her hands together. If Bastian was going to accompany Tira to the wedding, she was going to have to revise her plan. It was going to make things very difficult and she was going to need money. If, by chance, the worse case scenario was realised, money would be even more critical. ¡°Since I am going to be doing more work than before, its only fair that I receive a proper salary.¡± Odette said, confidence returning to her voice. Bastian wore a difficult expression to read, was he considering, calculating or just amused? ¡°If I give it to you, do you think you can make it worth it?¡± ¡°Yes, absolutely.¡± Odette sat at the table and took up a spoon, suddenly eager to tuck into the soup. Though her stomach churned and twisted at the thought of eating, she thought more on her desire to enjoy the food on the table. The bread had to be soaked in the soup, before it would even go into her mouth. She was able to eat a couple roasted vegetables and a few spoonfuls of soup. When she judged she had eaten enough to avoid the humiliation of being force fed, Odette lifted her head to look at Bastian. His sunken eyes were intimidating, but on the other hand, she got a sense of satisfaction. She had at least one weapons he could use to fight back, it was the last shred of her dignity. She was not going to let things just happen as he pleased. She was going to make things as hard for him as she could, force him to exert more effort than he intended. In that moment of renewed determination, Bastian got up from the table. Odette closed her eyes, knowing what was to come next. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The fierce kiss started at the dining table and ended when they got to her room. Bastian had passionately locked lips with Odette and wasted no time in removing her clothes. Odette had not resisted, not even a little, as if already deciding to give him what he had paid for. Bastian had to respect her admirable effort. Odette opened her lips again, mixed their tongue, and swallowed it. She endured his pawing at her breasts and clumsy fondling between her legs. She would do anything for money. Overcome with desire, Bastian did not even bother waiting until they were both correctly undressed and entangled himself into Odette, acting like beasts consumed by desire. Bastian became rough with her, biting at her nipples and squeezing her hips hard. It felt like he was trying to break her. Odette gripped the sheets of the bed and did her best to hide her whimpers. Bastian went wild in his thrusting and her skin became incredibly sensitive, she couldn¡¯t bear to hold it in any more. Odette tried to shut out reality, deny the sensations rippling through her, but deep down she knew that something was terribly wrong. She started to get premonitions of a tragedy that was inevitable. She couldn¡¯t accept it and did her best to ignore it. Odette glared up at Bastian, who was thrusting wildly. His gaze, as always, was off somewhere in his own mind, barely focused on the air in front of him. He was oblivious to her plight, her endeavours and she hoped that she could get away before he found out everything. ¡°Ah¡­ ¡­ !¡± Odette let out a gasp as Bastian suddenly shifted, grabbing her around the waist and twisting her around to be sat on top of him. She reflexively gripped his chest for balance, digging her nails in. ¡°You have to do some of the work if you want to get paid,¡± Bastian said in a low whisper. Odette was suddenly flush with embarrassment, not sure what she should be doing, so she started bouncing on her knees. Their eyes met momentarily and Odette thought she saw a flash of emotion in Bastian¡¯s cold, blue eyes. While she tried to make sense of the emotion she saw, Bastian closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was as flat and taciturn as before. Their sex nothing more than a means to an end. Grabbing Odette¡¯s waist and pulling her down hard on his crotch, she could feel him swell inside her, quickly followed by his climax. Exhausted, Bastian embraced her as she went limp and gasped for breath. He licked her neck and cheek and caressed her back, Odette¡¯s body convulsed in response to his unsettling touch, an oddly euphoric sensation overwhelming her. When Bastian reached his limits, he unleashed his primal desire without a second though, Odette prayed in her mind Please trample me more thoroughly, erase this misfortune I now bare so that I don¡¯t have to commit to it. Please¡­ In that moment, Bastian bit and sucked on her flesh and Odette could feel the mix of pain and ecstasy prickle her skin. It was her last memory of the night. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* CH 117 Sandrine looked out the window of Franz Klauswitz¡¯s studio with interest. Located in an residential area near Boulevard Pr¨¦ve, the street was densely packed with clean, ornate town houses. The fact that many artists had found there footing here was all thanks to Franz. ¡°The door is open,¡± came the excited shout of Noah. Frowning, Sandrine let the curtains fall back over the window and quietly ascended the stairs to the second floor. Noah stood waiting for her outside the door to the studio that now stood open. Although she found sneaking around someone¡¯s house like a thief was reproachful, she couldn¡¯t deny the fact that she was also a little excited. ¡°Ah, I knew you could do it,¡± Sandrine said with a smile. When Sandrine had first asked to see Franz paintings, Noah had flat out refused. Betraying a friend like that was something he wouldn¡¯t do. Sandrine knew he would come around eventually, if he truly valued and respected his friend so much, he would never have betrayed and spied in the first place. All it took was a little persuasion with a hefty pay out and Noah soon changed his mind. ¡°Franz won¡¯t be returning for a while, he said he would be busy with some railway business, and the rest of the house went to some party at a college studio across town.¡± Noah took the lead into the studio and when Sandrine crossed the threshold, she was surprised at how impressive the paintings were. It was impossible to pass them off as products of someone who considered painting a mere hobby. ¡°Seems Franz is a better painter than he is a businessman,¡± Sandrine said. ¡°He does have a fair bit of talent. Ah, here we are, the painting you want to see is just over here.¡± Sandrine¡¯s eyes went wide as Noah brought her attention to a painting partially obscured by a picturesque scene of the city. Odette, Bastian¡¯s wife, expressed in details precise enough to leave absolutely no doubt as to who it was. It was a grotesque sight that could not explain the artist¡¯s passion for the model. ¡°See? I told you, didn¡¯t I?¡± Noah said with a childish grin. The naked form of Odette gazed out at Sandrine from the painting dreamily. Moonlight glistened off her pale skin, surrounded by a messy bed sheet and a cover that covered nothing. Sandrine burst into laughter, she couldn¡¯t help herself, she was thinking about how Bastian was going to react, how much longer is he going to continue to waste his time on such an obscene woman? Her father had advised her to come up with a fall back plan, just in case. It was alright for him, he had his guarantees even if the marriage doesn¡¯t work out, so there was nothing to lose for him. That was her fathers way, always making decisions that protect his bottom line, but not for her. Sandrine reaffirmed her determination to marry Bastian, even if it meant having to suffer through a second divorce, it didn¡¯t matter to her. She would be content with the knowledge that she had finally fully possessed that man. ¡°When is the exhibition opening?¡± Sandrine asked, lost in thought. ¡°End of the year, at Linger Gallery.¡± ¡°You¡¯ve rented a pretty nice place.¡± ¡°Well, thanks to Franz, yeah, we poor people would never be able to afford it otherwise.¡± ¡°Well then, shouldn¡¯t we repay that kindness?¡± Sandrine said. She turned to face Noah with a mischievous look on her face, like a child that just came up with the best prank. If Bastian wanted a formidable opponent, then she would become that for him, for her beloved Bastian, she was willing to be anything he wanted, no matter what. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Odette opened her eyes in time to watch the twilight of dawn play across her bedroom. Still wrapped in the lingering darkness, her room was as tranquil as a world submerged and the man sat on the end of bed blended with the serene landscape. She changed her mind about getting up and clutched the covers around her tighter, holding her breath. Memories of last night swam through her head, of him towering over her as he came inside, desperate for the inception to take hold and when the deed was done, he folded her up nice and neatly in the blanket, looking like a carefully packed porcelain doll. Why? Amongst her consideration and doubt, Bastian, who had been looking out across the darkness of the room, rose from the bed. Odette looked at him with tired eyes, as if he held the only answer to all her questions. Even in the gloom of dawn¡¯s first light, partially concealed by shadow, Bastian exuded a presence. The harmony of his thick muscles, large frame and rigid form reminded her of the portrayals of ancient warriors in renaissance paintings. The scars he bore on his body were like desecrations to God¡¯s perfect creation. Was that the price of the title ¡®hero?¡¯ While Odette speculated and considered, Bastian grabbed his clothes and left the room without so much as a glance back at him. As his footsteps faded, Odette sat up. The dining table was still laid out from their midnight snacking. Odette sat in her bed, watching the slow encroachment of the morning. Her condition had barely changed from yesterday, even after the consumption of food. In that moment of sadness and solidarity, the door opened to reveal Bastian¡¯s return, this time fully dressed in a fresh uniform, like a knight donning his suit of armour before setting out on perilous quests. He closed the door behind him and approached the bed. ¡°I forgot to settle the bill,¡± he said, stopping just a step away from the bed. Odette watched him with a composed expression on her face. Bastian retrieved his wallet from his coat pocket and with a generous smile, produced a thick stack of bank notes and Odette took them. ¡°Thank you,¡± she said calmly. Accept it. Her mind made the decision. But.. Odette looked at the money feeling a pang of something in her heart, maybe loss or hesitance, whatever it was, it threatened to engulf her and suffocate her sense of certainty.She forced herself to remain calm, but her cheeks flushed red and betrayed her sense of shame. Bastian looked down at her with a mocking glint in his eyes and tossed the money he had been clutching. The bills fluttered and then scattered onto the bed and the floor. To him, Odette had always been like that, pretending to be flat out obedient, yet secretly clinging to her frail dignity. It was both pitiful but also admirable. He enjoyed trying to coax that humility out of her. Bastian checked the time and turned to leave. As soon as his back was turned, Odette started picking up the money one by on , leaving no trace behind, diligently collecting the money from the space between the blankets, beneath the slippers, and even under his shadow. Only one small note remained on the tip of his boot. Hesitating for a moment, Odette reached for that last remaining money. As she did so, Bastian sneered as he watched her hunched, barebacked figure, curled up at his feet, doubled over, hungry eyes counting, like she was some filthy beggar, or dirty courtesan. Isabelle¡¯s voice rang in his mind, shouting insults at Odette when she had gone wild at the ball in the Imperial Palace. Although the Princess was as incorrigible as she was immature, Bastian had to admit that the Princess was better than her. ¡°I will give you some more,¡± Bastian said, trying not to laugh at the sight of Odette, ¡°and the more you work, the more I will give you.¡± Bastian let four cheques flutter from his hands to the floor. It wasn¡¯t difficult for Odette to work out what he meant by increased workload. Feeling a deep sense of shame, Odette silently picked up the cheques. They were an amount that was far greater than any salary she had been paid before and as demeaning as it was, she had no reason not to accept his offer. Bastian left the room without another word and once the door was closed behind him, Odette got up off the floor. She felt something crumble away in her heart, but she ignored it. Putting the bundle of money away with the rest of her savings, got herself dressed, fixed her dishevelled hair and anticipated the knock at the door. ¡°Madam, are you awake?¡± Mollies voice called softly from the other side of her bedroom door. Right on time. CH 118 ¡°I¡¯m worried about you, you don¡¯t look well,¡± Maximin said, unable to hold back his concern any more. Alma and the dog frolicked in the garden. Odette finally turned to look at him, her face illumined by the sun streaming through the pergola, she almost looked like she glowed. ¡°I¡¯m fine, Sir Xanders, there is no need to worry.¡± ¡°Well, actually, it was the Countess Trier that is concerned about you the most. She asked me to check up on you as she is currently busy with relatives in another city, she regrets not being able to come and visit you in person,¡± Maximin confessed as he lifted a tea cup to his lips. ¡°She would also like me to say that if there is anything you need, anything at all, you only need to ask.¡± ¡°Ah, I see,¡± Odette said, turning back to watch Alma play with Margrethe. ¡°Seeing you, though, I can understand why the Countess would be concerned. Have you seen a doctor?¡± Maximin grew more concerned. ¡°No, its not necessary.¡± ¡°I can introduce you to my families doctor, he¡¯s very good and I can keep it as discreet as you would like.¡± Odette had changed since her husband returned. At first, he thought it might have been the weight of losing her father, but now he was certain it was something else and the only other thing he could think of was Bastian. ¡°Thank you, but I must decline, there really is no need, I don¡¯t want to drop Dr Kramer¡¯s credibility by being examined by another doctor.¡± Odette said politely. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Odette, I feel I may have misspoke in my concern for your health.¡± Maximin¡¯s eyes fell to Odette¡¯s loose fitted wedding ring. The awkward silence between them was broken by the infectious laughter of Alma returning. ¡°I¡¯ll give this to Mrs Klauswitz.¡± Alma approached Odette, holding out a bouquet of freshly plucked flowers. ¡°Alma, you mustn¡¯t pick other peoples flowers without permission,¡± Maximin said. ¡°Its okay, Sir Xanders, really,¡± Odette said. She accepted the flowers with an affectionate smile. ¡°They¡¯re so pretty, Alma, just like you.¡± ¡°Flowers are the prettiest, so you should say they are pretty like Mrs Klauswitz,¡± Alma said, like a teacher to a child. Odette couldn¡¯t help but break out into laughter at Alma¡¯s mischief. Alma also laughed, not fully understanding the exchange, even Margrethe barked at the fun. Odette leaned down and kissed Alma on the cheek. The mood was only ruin by the sudden thought that there was only three days left. It was overwhelming to even think about it, but she had to leave. What made matters more urgent was the letter Molly had given her from Theodora, who had offered to help her and promised to provide her with money. There was a condition attached to that aid, she had to disappear before winter. It was presented like a generous offer, but Odette could see it for the threat it really was. A desperate measure to protect her son, who was showing an unhealthy obsession with his stepbrother¡¯s wife. Money was like poison in this situation. Odette wished to remain resolute in the face of the woman¡¯s manipulations. She burnt the letter and almost drove Molly off, but that would have been too obvious. She had no intention of joining hands with Theodora, at least, not with the intention to harm Bastian. It was time time to leave this rats nest behind for good. ¡°Will you be heading to Ratz now?¡± Odette asked, politely hinted she wanted to their conversation ¡°Yes, once I have taken Alma back home, I need to get back to my research. Speaking of which, I should really be heading off soon.¡± ¡°Could I ask a favour?¡± Maximin smiled warmly at her as the words she had pondered over for a while flowed effortlessly from her. ¡°Tell me, Odette. Anything you want.¡± *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The pounding crunch of marching soldiers filled the air as Bastian woke up from his short nap. Habitually he looked at his wristwatch. He still had about half an hour until he was needed at a strategy meeting at 2. Bastian got up and went to the kitchen to splash cold water on his face, washing away the sleepy fug still lingering just behind his eyes. Gazing out of the window at the vibrant autumn colors of the water garden, he felt as though he was peering into a hazy scene from a recently awakened dream. Within the dream, he wandered through an expansive field, surrounded by a sea of red.He thought it was blood, but after closer look, it turned out to be a carpet of red flowers. The brilliant, golden sunlight cascaded over the undulating waves of crimson, making it almost blinding. He felt someone approaching from beyond the horizon, but what happened afterward became hazy and indistinct in his memory. Shaking off the meaningless dream, Bastian approached the sink and refreshed his face with a splash of cold water. ¡°You planning on meeting with your father tonight?¡± A voice came from behind him. Drying his face, Bastian looked over at Erich, who had come in from the next room, he was holding out a cigarette pack to him. Bastian took one and walked out of the kitchen and into the study, lighting the cigarette as he went. He conjured up the metaphorical image of the whole world trying to strangle his father, some even getting close enough to wrap their fingers around his throat. ¡°I hear you went to play tricks on the Count Ewald yesterday. Is it really worth the trouble? Franz wont last much longer any way, once his mothers influence wears off,¡± Erich said, following after Bastian. ¡°Its getting boring,¡± Bastian said, the reply not something Erich was expecting at all. ¡°Well, I guess you have a point. It might be a long while yet until your stepmother kicks the bucket. So, once you settle things, what fun do you have in mind?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± Bastian said as he took a deep drag of the cigarette. He did not look very enthusiastic. His indifference did not match the ambitious representation of someone obsessed with success. Bastian was always like that. He would quietly and discreetly dedicate himself to his duty and responsibilities, even though he never seemed to desire anything, but eventually achieved great success. What was even more astounding was that he never seemed to have any regrets or reflections on his success, like he had no idea how many medals and citations he wore on his dress uniform. ¡°You¡¯ve built yourself quite the company that no one can ignore. You¡¯re the youngest admiral in the navy. Is there anything left for Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s ambition or are you going to go back to trading junk?¡± Erich was rambling, blurting out words like he would burst if he didn¡¯t. He didn¡¯t realise his mistake until too late and tensed up, carefully waiting for Bastian¡¯s reaction, but Bastian remained as calm as ever, maybe he was still numbed from sleep. ¡°Now that wouldn¡¯t be a bad idea.¡± Bastian¡¯s overly casual nature made Erich wonder if he was being genuine or not. Just then, the clock in the living room chimed softly to indicate fifteen minutes before the hour. ¡°Well, what ever you decides, its going to be hard to stand up to your fathers whims. Good luck with that.¡± Erich left through the front door, waving as he went and Bastian returned to the study and stood in front of the mirror, checking over his uniform. The man who had killed his wife and abused his children was not worth much of Bastian¡¯s time, but a woman that simply stole a few documents was worth all of Bastian¡¯s ire. How did that make any sense? ¡°Major Klauswitz,¡± a booming voice echoed down the hallways of Naval HQ. Admiral Demel. Adjusting his epaulettes one last time, Bastian scooped up the documents on the small coffee table and headed into the office where Admiral Demel was waiting for him. While strolling through the passage that linked the two buildings, Bastian recapped the agenda for the impending meeting and briefed Admiral Demel. Amid this, the memory of the vivid red dream resurfaced. Without thinking, he turned his head, and was greeted by a garden bathed in maple hues. The hazy remnants of the dream seemed to blend seamlessly with reality. Lost in these nebulous memories, he was abruptly jolted back to the present as he reached the corridor¡¯s terminus. Bastian dispelled these futile musings and stepped into the headquarters. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Sir Xanders¡¯ car came to a stop on the western side of the park in Ratz, where Odette had requested to be dropped off. Alma was asleep in his arms. Maximin looked over at Odette, who was busy wiping the sweat from her forehead and putting on the wide brimmed hat that accented her dress quite well and grabbed her large, heavy bag. ¡°Why don¡¯t you tell me exactly where you¡¯re going, I can take you straight there.¡± ¡°No, that¡¯s okay, its not too far from here. It would be more inconvenient to take the car all the way, thank you though,¡± Odette said politely and hurried out of the car. Maximin could do nothing but watch the curious woman leave. The driver got back into the car again, but Maximin struggled to tell him to drive on while he could still see Odette walk away. ¡°My Lord!¡± When Maximin thought about bringing Odette back an unexpected shout spread through the air. The driver hurriedly got out of the car and ran toward the sidewalk that bordered the park. Maximin was on the verge of letting out a scream himself, taken aback by the sudden turn of events. Alma, roused from sleep, joined the chorus of surprise with tears streaming down her cheeks. Leaving the crying Alma in the car, Maximin hastily hurriedly sprinted toward Odette lying on the road. CH 119 The first thing Odette noticed, when she opened her eyes, was that the ceiling was different. Rather than the usual lace shadows cast by the drapes of her four poster bed, the ceiling was instead a bland grey. ¡°Fortunately,¡± a sigh of a voice muttered from somewhere in the haze of confusion. She recognised the voice, though its tone was different, it still invoked images of a sun dappled day. ¡°Sir Xanders?¡± Odette whispered the name through dry lips. She slowly turned her head to see the man sat at the bedside, looking at her with concern. ¡°Ah, you¡¯re awake. You collapsed shortly after getting out of the car, we brought you home to recover,¡± Xanders said. ¡°Oh, my, really? Thank you,¡± Odette said weakly. It took a lot of effort to get sat up straight, her body felt like a leaden weight. Maximin handed her a glass of water and went over to adjust the curtains so that the sun didn¡¯t shine directly into her face. Drinking the water enthusiastically, Odette felt herself returning to some normality and reflected on her memories for a moment. She had not been feeling well even before Count Xanders came to visit. She shivered and cold sweat ran down her body. Despite everything, she was holding up pretty well, but during the car ride her condition deteriorated quite unexpectedly. Her hunger strike was most likely the cause of her sudden nausea. ¡°I will contact the Navel Base, see if Major Klauswitz can come and¡­¡± ¡°No, please don¡¯t,¡± Odette said sharply. ¡°He¡¯s very busy, you see, I don¡¯t want to worry my husband over something so small.¡± ¡°I think pregnancy is not something so small, Odette, I¡¯m sure your husband would love to hear the joyous news as soon as possible.¡± ¡°Well, that¡¯s¡­what?¡± ¡°Doctor Zagers confirmed it after he examined you. Though he couldn¡¯t be certain without proper examination, he did mention that it was highly probable, which made prescribing anything difficult. He advised that you get seen by a medical examiner as soon as possible.¡± ¡°It can¡¯t be true,¡± Odette said blinking at Maximin. ¡°Take your time, you¡¯re still recovering. When my wife was pregnant with Alma, she showed pretty much the same symptoms.¡± ¡°No, I think there might be some kind of misunderstanding, Sir Xanders, I don¡¯t think I am pregnant, I know my body better than anyone.¡± Odette asserted her surety without a doubt. ¡°Thank you for your concern and I am ever grateful, but I should be leaving now.¡± Odette got out of the bed in such a rush, that she almost immediately fell to the floor. At first, Maximin thought she was trying to retreat under the bed. He rushed around to help her to her feet and could feel her cold, clammy skin through her shaking hand. He led Odette to a chair in front of the open window. When she tried to get up from the chair, he placed a firm hand on her shoulder and held her in place. ¡°If its something you don¡¯t want to talk about, I will respect your wishes. I promise not to interfere, but you must rest here for a little while and then we can leave together.¡± ¡°Sir Xanders, that¡¯s¡­¡± ¡°The responsible thing to do. Setting out now, in your condition, is dangerous. I will accompany you to your destination, then escort you home.¡± Maximin lowered his posture so that he was eye to eye with Odette. He knew he should call her husband, but she didn¡¯t want him involved and he had to respect that. She looked visibly frightened when he mentioned contacting him, but he couldn¡¯t just stand aside and let her continue on like this. Odette was about to thank Maximin, when she was cut off by a gentle knock at the door. ¡°Count, it¡¯s time,¡± a servant said through the door. ¡°Oh, of course, I have a prior appointment with Alma¡¯s headmaster, forgive me, but I must leave. Stay as long as you need. I will be back around five.¡± Maximin wrapped a blanket over Odette¡¯s shoulders before he left Odette in front of the fireplace. He headed for Alma¡¯s room, but she was already awake from her nap and running down the corridor. ¡°Daddy, is Mrs Klauswitz going on a trip? There are lots of pretty clothes and shoes in her bag, I saw them.¡± Alma was bursting with excitement. ¡°You shouldn¡¯t be going through other peoples things without permission, Alma,¡± Maximin scolded. Alma looked up at him with big, puppy dog eyes. ¡°No, but, the bag fell over and I helped put everything back. I didn¡¯t do anything.¡± ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± Maximin noticed something sparkle in Alma¡¯s hand. ¡°Little Meg, it fell from the bag and got hurt, I wanted to show Mrs Klauswitz,¡± Alma said tearfully, holding out her hand. It was a small crystal ornament of a dog that looked a little similar to Margrethe. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The sun had started to set and cast the alley in an ever deepening shadow. Odette quickened her pace as she noticed the vibrant hues of dusk painting the sky, the anxiety in her heart urging her to increase her pace. Had Sir Xanders returned already? The thought raced through her mind. She knew that Maximin would keep her secret, if he intended to contact Bastian, he would have done it ages ago and she would probably not have had chance to leave. Either way, she wanted to make sure she returned before Maximin did. She didn¡¯t want to cause him any more worry. She reached the narrow alleyways, like ant tunnels, and arrived at the pawnshop. Odette gently pushed open the door. The elderly owner, who had been napping in a corner of the store, suddenly awoke as the bell chimed. Placing the bag she had in her hands onto the table, Odette watched as the pawnbroker donning a pair of old round glasses hanging from his neck, began to inspect the contents without uttering a word. Even from behind her black veil, she sensed his fleeting glance at her. ¡°Are you selling this too?¡± Holding a brown envelope in his hand, which she didn¡¯t recognize, the pawnbroker asked. ¡°¡­ No.¡± Odette took it immediately. She had never seen the envelope before and her confusion grew when she noticed the Xanders family crest upon the wax seal, a soaring hawk. Odette walked over to the window and opened the envelope. How shocked she was by the sight of money inside. The handwriting letter was scribbled in haste, as it was not the Counts usual neat, swirling script. ¡°Alma accidentally knocked over your bag and damaged something of yours. Please accept this money for the damaged puppy dog, and my apologise on behalf of my daughters mistake.¡± Only then did Odette recall the absence of the crystal ornament she had packed, but was curiously absent from the belongings. What was more curious was Xanders¡¯ behaviour and seeming willingness to turn a blind eye to the course of curious events. The large sum of money in the envelope was far more than what the crystal trinket was worth. Sure, she had cherished it, but it was still acquired from a cheap street vendor. The Count must have known that it wasn¡¯t worth the amount he put in the envelope. As she burst out from the darkening alley, the post scrip made a little more sense to her. ¡°I am always ready and willing to help you in any way that I can.¡± When the pawnbroker coughed, Odette discreetly stashed the letter and neatly placed the money in her handbag. With tears welling in her eyes and a tight throat suppressing her emotions, Odette returned to the pawn counter. Unfortunately after quite tough negotiations, she couldn¡¯t secure the exact price she aimed for, but it was still acceptable. After giving up all of her belongings, Odette left the pawnshop. The back alley, dimly lit and enshrouded in darkness, gradually came alive with the glow of entertainment lights. Her gaze turned to the brightly illuminated gambling den across the way, and a trace of disgust could be seen in her face. She despised herself for investing her time in the pathetic charade of awaiting this moment. She tarnished everything through her own actions, yet incessantly preached about responsibilities and obligations. She believed her ultimate redemption had arrived, only to now recognize it as nothing but feeble self-satisfaction. Unaware that her illicit desires would drive her to commit even graver wrongs, she hadn¡¯t anticipated that abandoning everything and escaping would have prevented this tragedy. The guilt in her faded and she found herself standing in front of a small infirmary in a narrow, dark alley. Despite its inconspicuous appearance and lack of signs, the competence of its physicians could be relied upon. It had been making money, in that exact same spot, for generations. Hesitantly, with Maximin¡¯s voice in her head, she stepped forward and the door swung open. From within, a woman with swollen eyes came out, being supported by a friend. ¡°You¡¯re going to experience a great deal of pain. If you come alone, you¡¯ll end up crawling back home because walking won¡¯t be an option,¡± warned the woman who was assisting her friend. Meanwhile, the friend being supported could only cry out and scream in pain. ¡°Hey there,¡± a harsh voice called out to Odette. Startled by the sudden greeting, Odette turned to see a man behind the door, gesturing to her. There was dried blood on his apron. It seemed to be a trace left by the woman from earlier. Odette had to suppress the urge to flee, subconsciously massaging her lower abdomen and stepped toward the shabby building. He looked at her thoughtfully, ¡°No trauma. Do you understand what that means?¡± the man said discreetly. Odette nodded, her thoughts distant. She handed the man the envelope containing the money from Xanders and the pawnshop, taking a more confident step into the infirmary. CH 120 Of all the places, why did it have to be that room? Odette looked about, her expression vacant. The furniture, decorations and even the view out the window of Schulter River and the Carlsbar cityscape was the same as two years ago. Even watching the back of Bastian walking ahead of her was the same. It was as if she had gone back to that autumn time, two years ago and she couldn¡¯t shake it from her mind. ¡°Are you comfortable?¡± the Steward asked. He was a little too excited to have such a distinguished guest. ¡°No, everything is fine,¡± Odette said quickly, trying her best to smile. Bastian stood by the window of the suite¡¯s drawing room, watching her. ¡°It feels splendid to visit this place again, and to be welcomed. Everything is as splendid as it ever was,¡± Odette said with skilful grace. As the steward withdrew from the room, the staff who had been waiting also turned to leave. In the sudden tranquillity, Odette took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Bastian was still standing there, unchanged, watching her. His expression was hard to read but persistent. Odette opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out, so she turned away from him. She put down Margrethe, who she had been holding, and tidied away her hat and coat. ¡°The Duchess Norma has invited you to have lunch with her,¡± Bastian said, finally breaking the awkward silence just as Odette began unpacking her luggage. Bastian had fulfilled his promise to attend Tira¡¯s wedding, but his true purpose for coming to Carlsbar was to prevent influential businessmen from the north interfering with his work. From the second the wedding started on Friday, their schedule was none stop for three days. That Saturday was the hunting party with Duke Herhardt, Bastian would be away all day and that was the opportunity Odette didn¡¯t want to miss. ¡°I thought the hunting party was on Saturday, has it changed to a luncheon?¡± Odette said, smoothing out the wrinkles of her dress. ¡°Nothing has changed, its just some gathering the Duchess has arranged.¡± ¡°But I already have prior engagements.¡± ¡°I would like to believe that its not about seeing off your half-sister,¡± Bastian said, pulling out an envelope from his jacket pocket and handing it to Odette. It was the invitation. Although a sense of dread fell upon Odette, she accepted the invitation with resignation. There was still two days left, she could find another solution, but for the moment it was important not to arouse suspicion. ¡°Your carriage is waiting, my lord,¡± a servant said as Odette stared at the invitation, her heart thudding in her ears. Odette let out a sigh and looked up at Bastian, who had been quietly watching her. He planted a kiss on her cheek and left. Margrethe, who had been hiding behind a chair, only approached Odette once Bastian left the room and closed the door behind him. ¡°Its alright, Meg,¡± Odette said, taking the murmuring dog into her arms and walked over to the window. Margrethe¡¯s petite form emitted a comforting warmth, gradually dispelling the cold that had wrapped around her heart. Odette leaned on the window sill, watching Bastian¡¯s departing car from the hotel¡¯s front until another knock on the door brought the news she had been waiting for. ¡°Ma¡¯am, the Becker couple have arrived.¡± *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Tira shed tears of joy just as much as tears of sadness for her sister. Nick Becker thoughtfully gave the pair some space, stepping aside and prepared for their imminent parting. Tira continued to laugh and cry and laugh again all afternoon and not allowing her emotions to settle until well into the afternoon. ¡°I still can¡¯t believe I will be getting married here, in such a splendid place, receiving blessings from my sister,¡± Tira said, her face full of emotions. She never imagined that they would be able to spend a night in the finest Carlsbar hotel just before the wedding ceremony. It was all thanks to Bastian. ¡°To think, I hated Major Klauswitz so much, thinking that he had gotten involved with another woman while he was away, but after this, you can really see that he loves you very much.¡± Tira beamed at Odette. Odette held out a box she had been holding under the table. As Tira took it, she burst into tears again. Inside the box were handmade baby clothes; a onesie, vests, socks and a hat. ¡°Oh sister, you really don¡¯t have to go through all this trouble just for me.¡± ¡°You¡¯re my sister, if not you, then who?¡± Odette said, wiping away Tira¡¯s tears and tidying her disheveled hair and blouse collar. ¡°Don¡¯t cry, You¡¯re a mother now, Tira, you need to be strong.¡± Tira responded with a hug. ¡°You were always like a mother to me, sister, thank you so much. I will do my absolute best to be as good a mother as you were.¡± In the stillness of their hug, Odette¡¯s eyes lost their focus. The word ¡°mother,¡± the rounded shape of Tira¡¯s belly, and the memory of carefully selecting clothes for her niece all stirred up an indescribable sadness and pain. She recalled the dreadful memory of the hospital. Of the dreary waiting room, the ill lit operating room and the shine of surgical instruments. Tira was the first to pull out of the hug, forcing Odette to bring her mind back to the present. ¡°If I have a girl, I want to name her after you. I have a very strong feeling its going to be a girl and Nick thinks so to.¡± Tira looked at Odette with a broad grin. Unable to find her voice, Odette simply stared at Tira¡¯s swollen belly and forced a smile. ¡°Would you like to touch it? If you¡¯re lucky, you might be able to feel the baby moving around.¡± Without waiting for an answer, Tira grabbed Odette¡¯s hand and placed it on her belly. ¡°Ah, there, did you feel it? She moved. She must know you¡¯re her aunt.¡± As Tira laughed, the movement became more pronounced. As Odette felt the baby move, as if it were dancing inside her mother¡¯s belly. It was strange and lovely at the same time. ¡°Sister, can we name the baby Charlotte? Would that be okay?¡± asked Tira. Odette felt her self getting lost in her thoughts again, but a sharp knock at the door forced reality to prevail. Nick opened the door to reveal Tira¡¯s old school friend. Seizing her opportunity, Odette excused herself from the Becker¡¯s suite and went down to the lobby. She walked aimlessly until she realised she was outside the hotel. Breathing deep into the cool, early evening air, Odette slowly started to feel herself again and continued walking along the river. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°I am truly sorry, my lord,¡± the maid stammered as she bowed her head in embarrassment. She was Odette¡¯s maid, but had no clue as to where Odette had gone. The last she had heard, Odette was with her sister. ¡°I will go and look for her,¡± Hans said, stepping forward. ¡°No, let her be,¡± Bastian said as he removed his coat. Hans was taken aback and almost missed his cue to take his masters coat. ¡°She¡¯ll be back soon enough,¡± Bastian said with confidence, settling into a chair in front of the fireplace. Having heard that Odette was not with her sister, Bastian quickly checked on the location of Tira and Nick, who were surprisingly enjoying a rather fancy dinner in the hotel¡¯s restaurant. Their conversation with Odette was the last anyone had seen her. ¡°Would you like me to delay dinner until the Lady¡¯s return?¡± Hans asked. Bastian nodded. As Bastian lit a cigarette, Margrethe made her presence known. Sneaking out of the bedroom, a growl in her throat and came right up behind Bastian¡¯s chair. She was baring her teeth, but her tail remained tucked between her legs. Though she had grown considerably from a handful, she was still a small dog. Bastian watched the stupid dog with tired eyes. The dog constantly rolled her eyes to look around the room and continued to growl at nothing in-particular. Eventually, she got tired of it and lay on the carpet, her head resting on her front paws. Turning away from the dogs curious behaviour, Bastian turned his attention back to the fire and lit his cigarette. Once lit, he turned to look out of the window, where the night sky glittered with a myriad of stars, which quickly resolved themselves to be the sparkling lights of the childish fair ground ride Odette seemed so fascinated by. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* CH 121 The amusement park was teaming with life, bustling with unnumbered weekend visitors. Odette swam amongst them with a vacant expression on her face. She realised where she was when a flashing lights and excited noises broke through to her distant mind. How ironic that she would find herself here of all places. She thought it was strange that she would end up here, wondering the darkened streets without any true destination in mind. It didn¡¯t really matter where she ended up, especially now that she had lost her sense of direction, though it felt like that never really existed in the first place. She became intoxicated by the music being played by street performers, the laugher of the crowds and the enthusiastic cries of those enjoying the rides. Hawkers called out their wears, toffee apples, popcorn, roasted hazelnuts. Odette found herself joining a cue for cotton candy, Fairy Thread, the sign read. The sign was the exact same as it had been two years ago, just as bright, just as clean, right where Bastian had stood in line to buy her Cotton Candy. She realised she was following the path they had taken together, toward the electric palace, with its multitude of colourful lights, the music that flowed out endlessly. Memories she hadn¡¯t realised were there flooded to her. Fragments of the shattered past pieced themselves together in her mind and Odette couldn¡¯t tear herself away from it. Remembering the Cotton Candy she had never tasted because she had dropped it, forced an incredible hunger inside her. ¡°Would you like one?¡± the vendor asked impatiently. She had been too lost in her mind to notice that she was now at the front of the cue. She made to grab her handbag, but it was not on her shoulder, she had left it back at the hotel and she was out on the streets penniless. She didn¡¯t have a single penny on her person. She had left the hotel without so much as putting on her coat. ¡°Oh, no, its okay,¡± Odette said, offering an awkward smile. Odette hurried away from the stall, hoping to outrun her embarrassment. She pulled her shawl tight around her, feeling the bite of the cold. She thought about going back, her condition was not good enough to withstand the biting cold of early autumn. She also couldn¡¯t afford to risk her health, otherwise her plans could go up in smoke. ¡°Excuse me, madam, but do you need help?¡± a young couple on their way to the Ferris Wheel stopped to talk to her. The child in the fathers arms looked a lot like Alma. Odette opened her mouth to respond, but her voice failed her. All she managed was a squeak, a weak smile and a shake of her head. The young couple looked at her with concern as she went over and sat on a bench. She needed to head back now, but doubted she had the strength to make it. She decided that taking a short break was all she needed. A vendor across from where she sat was selling hot drinks. Was that the same vendor who had sold Bastian hot chocolate that time? A bittersweet laugh escaped her lips as her mouth began to water at the thought of the thick, smooth, chocolatey drink. She couldn¡¯t work out why all her memories were that of food, she wanted to avoid being haunted by her cravings. Could it be the baby? She had not eaten properly in a long time, the child inside her must be in the same condition. It was suffering in hunger just as much as she was. Odette lifted her gaze to the Ferris Wheel, trying to distract her mind from food. She could see the young couple joining the cue, the child eager to get on board and reach the very top. Watching with a sense of detachment, Odette clasped her hands to her stomach. It might not be enough to stave off the cold, but it could be enough to provide a little warmth. Odette looked around at the illuminated false world with eyes watering from the bright lights. Her eyes filled with tears that refused to dry and stared out at the beautiful illusion, with the child she had properly acknowledged for the first time. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Master, would it not be better to go out looking for Mrs Klauswitz?¡± Bastian looked up at the clock, eight o¡¯clock, he had already delayed dinner twice. He closed the paper he had been reading. He couldn¡¯t afford to remain idle any longer. ¡°There¡¯s no need to cause any unnecessary commotion.¡± ¡°But madam is still¡­¡± ¡°I will take care of finding my wife,¡± Bastian said, cutting of Hans. He calmly stood up from his armchair, tossing the paper onto the side table. Hans hurried to fetch Bastian¡¯s coat. Bastian snatched up the coat as he left the room. The Becker couple were still in the hotel, gathering their friends for a pre-wedding party, revelling in the joy of their union. Seeing Tira¡¯s face, which was aglow of happiness, made Odette even more ridiculous. Could he even say that it¡¯s unrequited love? She gave her all to her little sister, yet the treatment she received remained nothing but indifference. Bastian strode across the lobby with certainty and out into the cold night. Tira wouldn¡¯t have been any help any way, so Bastian left her to enjoy the party without her sister. He would let Odette continue to experience that unrequited love. Bastian followed the river toward the amusement park, the Ferris Wheel his guide. She was bound to be in that place. He had no real evidence to base this thought, only that Odette was a predictable woman and it didn¡¯t take long for his hunch to be confirmed correct. From the other side of the road leading to the amusement park they had visited together once, he could see Odette approaching him, walking away from the amusement park. It couldn¡¯t see her face from the distance and the gloom of the night, but he could tell it was her. She was dressed in attire not suitable for the cold night, like her determination would be enough to keep her bones warm. It was hard to consider anyone could be warm enough with just a simple shawl draped on their shoulders. Bastian was about to call out to her, but then had a change of heart and simply stood under the gas lamp to wait for her. Although each step seemed tired and drawn, Odette was still stood upright, like she was on parade. She walked with stubborn determination. She was practically right next to Bastian before she even noticed another person standing in front of her, let alone who that person was. ¡°Bastian?¡± she squeaked in surprise. She clutched her hands to her chest and looked at him with wide, wet eyes. When ever she blinked, she shadow of her eyelashes made her look ever more desolate. Trading her life, betraying the deal and then returning right back where it all started. Odette could not escape her fate and served only to deepen Bastian¡¯s luck, which had yet to be kind. Letting out a sigh, Bastian wrapped his coat around Odette, who was visibly shivering. Odette looked like she was about to refuse he offer, but was too weak to say or do anything but let him drape it over her shoulders. He expected her to lose consciousness at any second. She staggered and Bastian caught her. With the woman in his arms, he made his way back to the hotel. Although it would have been much quicker to go through the main entrance, Bastian decided to take her round the back to a side entrance instead, so that Tira wouldn¡¯t know about her elder sisters misfortune, not that he thought she would care. The Emperor had abandoned an over used chess piece. The Father drew his last breath. And the Sister would leave in search of her own happiness. Odette was now a lonely island, there was nothing left. And he was her one and only saviour and judge. Bastian smiled with satisfaction. CH 122 Bastian had kept his promise. It hadn¡¯t been until the Becker couple had announced their marriage did the reality of the situation really sank in, though he applauded like everyone else, it was merely an act. The ceremony ended with the newly weds kissing and sealing their vows. Odette offered a sincere applause and wished the couple all the best for the future. It was a moment where all past efforts were finally rewarded and Odette knew that all her efforts had not turned to ash. This marriage had a meaningful ending. Odette did her best to believe that this was best. She did not want to entertain the reoccurring doubts that occasional crept into her mind. This seemed right and fitting. ¡°Surprising, isn¡¯t it?¡± Bastian said in a low whisper. ¡°Its your sisters wedding, the last member of your family, and you can¡¯t bring yourself to shed a single tear.¡± Odette glared at him, while Bastian maintained a mocking glint in his eyes. Those sharp blue eyes brought back memories of last night, which caused her to flush. The warmth of the coat he put around her shattered defences and the way he held her, she wished everything would break apart and disappear. Her memories of getting back to the hotel were fragmented. Odd images of maids being ushered out of the room. Frigid fingers peeling off her clothes, something like a strong embrace that held her freezing body. Although she knew she should push Bastian away, she could not find the strength to do so. She didn¡¯t want to face a man she couldn¡¯t push away and the whole night she wished not to be comforted. However, ath the end, Odette surrendered as though she had accepted her fate. Their bond had grown so deep that it reached the realm of intimacy, erasing any remaining distance that had once separated them. She wished for the night to quickly pass, before losing consciousness. As the night drew to a close and dawn neared, she woke up from her deep sleep in Bastian¡¯s embrace, his arms wrapped around her tightly. Confusion filled her gaze as she stared at the man before her-Bastian still lost in his slumber. Despite their tight embrace, nothing happened. Why? This peculiar situation left her utterly surprised. An answer eluded her grasp. While grappling with these enigmatic questions, the soft morning light gradually filtered through the curtains, casting its gentle glow. Until the first light of dawn gradually unveiled the veil of night, Odette stared at Bastian¡¯s face as he slept. She tenderly brushed his strands of hair that fell to his forehead. The soft texture she felt beneath her touch reassured her that it wasn¡¯t a dream. Odette mustered her remaining strength to push Bastian¡¯s encircling arms from around her waist, and part their entwined legs. After freeing herself from his embrace, she sat on the bed¡¯s edge, waiting her dizziness to recede. When she rose to her feet, Bastian woke up and looked at her with clear and cool eyes, unlike someone who had just woken up. His eyes leisurely traced her bare shoulders and chest. A delicate blush tinted her cheeks and in a quick reaction, she grasped the sheet to cover her unclothed body. Odette averted her eyes in embarrassment when Bastian rose from the bed, revealing his entirely naked form without a single thread in the unforgiving sunlight. Unlike Odette who looked confuse, Bastian was calm. He leisurely sipped water from a glass on the bedside table before wearing his nightgown, his platinum hair gently brushed aside and he made his way towards the bathroom. When she heard the shower Odette heaved a sigh of relief. Yet, her heart continued to race and her cheeks remained flushed. A twisted thought crossed her mind: maybe it would be better to let his greed run wild. It seemed nothing more than a familiar stroke of misfortune, one she had grown used to. She felt embarrassed as she realized she wasn¡¯t accustomed to being allowed rest and given such peaceful moments, and she despised that foreign feeling. ¡°You seem relieved.¡± after watching Odette for a long time, Bastian asked. Odette woke up from her reverie and immediately looked away without answering. She thought, it would be better if Bastian misunderstood that her bond with Tira was not as close as he believed. ¡°Sister,¡± Tira called out, breaking their uncomfortable conversation. Odette embraced her sister as if she had not seen her in years, as if it were just the two of them in the whole world. Odette remained confident that her love for this child was unchanged, even though they had been relegated to this pitiful end, Odette did not regret her decision. Tira¡¯s happiness was enough of a reward. But why was she still full of regret? Just like everything else, Odette avoided that question as best she could and wiped away Tira¡¯s tears. She could feel Bastian¡¯s gaze on her, but she resisted the urge to look back at him. By tomorrow everything would be over and that would be enough. That was how it had to be. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Odette bid farewell to her sister out the front of the hotel. Once again, thanks to Bastian arranging everything, she was able to say one last heartfelt goodbye to Tira. ¡°You need to be happy, that¡¯s all that matters, okay?¡± Odette said, swallowing sobs. Tira nodded emphatically, unable to say anything. ¡°I, er, sorry, but we really need to get going,¡± Nick said, gingerly interrupting the two hugging sisters. Odette looked around with red eyes. The group that had accompanied Tira¡¯s weddings were also leaving and were prepared to leave with the Becker¡¯s, who were set to leave on a passenger ship the next morning. ¡°Goodbye, Tira,¡± Odette said one last time. Tira now had her own world to think about, and in that world, there would be no place for Odette just yet. Accepting this was hard, but Odette calmly bid them farewell, leaving many unsaid words to remain buried deep in her heart. She didn¡¯t want to sully this moment with bad memories and disturbed thoughts. ¡°I love you,¡± Tira called back to Odette. ¡°I love you too, sister,¡± Odette said in return, emotion lingering on the words. Tira didn¡¯t seem to notice it, she held her husbands hand and stepped off into the new world with their child. Their car departed just as soon as the door was closed. Odette no longer held onto futile regrets as she turned around. She knew that Tira was waving her hand out of the window, but Odette didn¡¯t look back. She passed through the lobby of the hotel, took the elevator and walked the long corridor back to her room, always looking ahead. Now was the time to be thinking about what came next. There was no room for thinking about the past. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* I will be on the train to Felia this time tomorrow. Odette thought to herself as she paced around the sitting room, organising the plan in her head. She was going to visit the Herhardt¡¯s with Bastian first and then find the opportune time to head into the city. Since the men were going to stay at the hunting grounds until late, it wasn¡¯t going to be too difficult. She was going to return to the hotel, pack her belongings, collect Margrethe and head to the station. There should be a clear two hours before the train left for Felia. There would be a total of four departures, just in case. She was planning to catch the 4pm train, but if that failed, there were other options. Not being able to see Tira set sail was regrettable, but necessary if she wanted to get out of the city as fast as possible. Odette already had some of her stuff packed, to reduce the time it would take to gather her things together. She double checked her bags, her money and checked her pocket watch, which she had brought along to help her keep time. It was almost five o¡¯clock now. The maid would be along to check on dinner plans. Odette sat on the bed, waiting for Molly and as if on cue, she knocked on the door. ¡°The master will return later this evening, so I have been instructed to only bring the mistresses dinner tonight. Is that okay?¡± ¡°Sit down, Molly, I have something I need to discuss with you.¡± Odette gestured to the chair opposite her. Molly laughed as if they were playing a game. She didn¡¯t show any signs of shock or surprise as she locked the rooms door securely before sitting down. ¡°Have you sorted out your thoughts now?¡± Molly said. ¡°Theodora Klauswitz wants to get rid of you, they say. According to my aunt, it¡¯s because you¡¯ve caught the eye of young master Franz.¡± Though Odette knew this was nonsense, she nodded in agreement, offering vague understanding. Inter-family conflicts among the wealthy was of no concern to her, regardless of how they turned out. What was important to Molly was that once this was over, she needed not work the tiresome role of maid any longer. With Odette gone, she would be justly rewarded for her part and she could use that money to buy herself a nice house and live comfortably. Given all that she had done for Theodora, the reward would be extensive. ¡°Make sure to leave tomorrow, Molly, it doesn¡¯t matter where, but it would be best to be as far away from here as possible,¡± Odette said sternly. Molly frowned at Odette quizzically. ¡°What are you talking about?¡± ¡°By tomorrow, Bastian will know who you really are, why you¡¯re here and who sent you. He will know everything you have done so far. He will not let you off easily.¡± Odette fixed Molly with a calm stare. Molly nervously fiddled with her apron. ¡°Could it be that this time you plan to plead with your husband? Secure a position at his side by gaining his trust?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t misunderstand me, Molly, you don¡¯t play such an important role that I could tolerate you any longer, I¡¯ve grown tired of your sneaking about, so disappear. I will consider looking the other way as you do so, in return for all the favours you have done for me.¡± Molly rose to her feet in shock. ¡°Do you think Major Klauswitz is going to let you continue to play the part of hostess once you give birth to a child? Even in your wildest dreams, you can¡¯t really be that stupid.¡± ¡°Sit down, Molly,¡± Odette ordered. Molly snorted and grinned menacingly. ¡°Do you really still want to play the role of aristocrat? The entire empire knows that you are a beggar princess¡­¡± Before Molly could finish her sentence, pain exploded across her face and her ears rang. CH 123 Molly staggered back in shock, bringing a hand up to hold her cheek where Odette had slapped her. She could barely comprehend what had happened. ¡°Who do you think you are, hitting me?¡± Molly said, her eyes going wide. ¡°I suggest you leave at the first chance you get and don¡¯t even think about going to Bastian,¡± Odette said flatly. ¡°How amusing,¡± Molly smirked, ¡°now you decide to play the good wife, even after you stabbed your husband in the back. You¡¯re a wicked woman.¡± Odette didn¡¯t hesitate in slapping Molly again, a quick, sharp movement. She remained a cool look as she did so, forcing Molly to swallow her pride. ¡°I will tell Bastian, if you refuse even my slightest favour,¡± Odette said. ¡°Do you really think you will be alright after that?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve already exposed all my weaknesses, I have nothing left to loose.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think it will matter much, if I tell your husband about your fraternising with Franz Klauswitz.¡± ¡°That would be a sure way to turn your real master into an enemy, do you think you will be able to handle that?¡± Odette¡¯s tone was merciless as she pushed a box across the table at Molly. Hesitantly, Molly took it and inside was a silver candle stick and wine cup. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± ¡°Tomorrow, rumours will start circulating that you are a petty thief. Its common enough that no one will doubt it, and it will provide a good cover for your disappearance.¡± ¡°What about my compensation? Do you really think I will just go along with this?¡± ¡°Your gift? Whatever you feel like you deserve, you will never see it. You broke your promise to me and Theodora has abandoned you, what gift would such a person deserve?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t talk nonsense.¡± ¡°When Bastian found out and punished me, did you really think the sparks were not going to fly your way?¡± Odette said, an eyebrow raised high on her brow questioningly. ¡°If I had ever thought you were a threat, I would have told Bastian much sooner, to avoid any unnecessary trouble, but I didn¡¯t. The only reason you have been safe so far was purely because of my leniency. If not for that, you would have been condemned long ago.¡± ¡°That¡¯s¡­¡± Molly mumbled, her mouth flapping with nonsensical noises as she tried to find some way to bring things back to her advantage. Odette took a step closer. ¡°Since I had yet to fulfil my objective, I needed to keep you under surveillance, I needed to keep you close so I could keep an eye on you. Sending you out as a spy would be difficult, given the situation, so I had extended your usefulness, make it seem like you were still an important asset to Theodora. As soon as the opportunity arose to dispose of you, I would and now is that time.¡± Molly couldn¡¯t argue against the indignation, she had been sufficiently cornered by a woman she thought of as being of no consequence or ability. She was in fact a crazy woman. Over the past two years, Molly would never have guessed that Odette was concealing such shrewdness. All this time she thought she was a pitiful woman, how had she managed to conceal her true nature all this time? The cold duality of Odette sent shivers down Molly¡¯s spine. ¡°That¡¯s all you¡¯ve ever been, Molly, a disposable pawn, with no other benefit than to be able to keep tabs on Theodora Klauswitz.¡± Molly had a sudden thought. ¡°Its strange, how would someone who seems to know everything end up in such a precarious situation?¡± ¡°There is no greater lesson than the ones we have to live through. This precarious situation has taught me well.¡± With a tired smile, Odette turned from Molly and went to the window. The western sky was gradually turning red and the final night was soon to arrive. ¡°No, I don¡¯t think so, this flimsy threat will not work on me, I will not succumb to weak blackmail,¡± Molly said nervously, chewing her lip. Even in that moment, she thought about getting out while she still could. Odette nodded. ¡°If you would like to test me, go ahead.¡± ¡°Will driving me away really change anything? You¡¯re finished either way, you¡¯ll be discarded by both sides.¡± Despite Molly¡¯s bitter curse, Odette remained composed. She already knew that she had no one to turn to, it was no big surprise to her. All of this pitiful begging was overwhelmingly hollow. ¡°If you are still here when I return tomorrow at noon, I will respect your decision and act accordingly.¡± The conversation was ended when a knock came from the door, another maid came in with the evening meal. After that, things went as predicted. In an instant, Molly retained the impression of being a humble maid. Odette sat at the evening table and watched Molly go about getting everything ready for dinner, though nothing appealed to Odette at the time. ¡°If you need anything else, please don¡¯t hesitate to ask,¡± the maid said when she had finished setting out the evening meal. Odette forced a smile as she tried to calm her rumbling tummy, while trying to ignore the sweet smells that enticed her appetite. Molly followed the other maid out of the room, her nervous eyes shifting to Odette. Unable to rouse her appetite, even in the face of such a wonderful feast, Odette gazed out of the window at the deepening night. The city lights sparkled, the lights of the Ferris Wheel triggered an intense craving for cotton candy. The desire to indulge in childish snacks was alien to her, yet the longing remained. Odette had to confront the truth of her situation. Despite protecting Tira, the reason for choosing this hell, her heart remained empty. A deep void that could not be filled. Despite her efforts to try and pull any sort of meaning left in this marriage, ultimately it was as empty as her heart. In the depths of the pit of despair, where nothing could be undone, she had been stained forever in regrets. Odette looked like a resigned warrior as she stood from the table, but she couldn¡¯t take a single step, she had no where to go, so she sat back down. She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging her waist and the baby. Her eyes going wide as she realised the truth. The food in front of her had gone cold, but as the last mote of sunlight faded away to nothing, Odette forced herself to eat. She might not have any desire to eat, but for the sake of the baby, she needed to consume something. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* As Bastian entered the suite and threw his keys onto the counter, Margrethe came bounding out and barking. She stopped in front of the door, yapping at nothing. Her hair was plastered all over the place, like she had just woken from a nap. Bastian laughed, it seemed that the lady Odette had been trying to train was fruitless. ¡°Hush,¡± Bastian hissed, trying his best to settle the dog. It was well past midnight and Odette would be asleep. After giving Margrethe a scratch behind the ears, Bastian went into the bedroom. The dog followed him, hovering around his feet as he walked slowly across the hall. Bastian had just returned from visiting an Admiral who had been one of his mentors in the academy. The most notable thing about this Admiral was that he could contest Admiral Demel when it came to putting away the drink. Even in his grey haired, wrinkled state, he could still drink far better than Bastian, who wasn¡¯t particularly susceptible to alcohol. Bastian stank of alcohol as he stripped off and collapsed on the bed. Margrethe, seeing that there would be no more attention, went and curled up on the armchair by the fire. Odette was sound asleep, her body curled up like a child¡¯s on the wide bed. Looking at her motionless back, he couldn¡¯t help but smile sadly as he felt that the previous night, when she had snuggled into his arms for warmth as they fell asleep, now seemed like a distant memory. It felt like she was always like this. Money, stolen confidential documents or his body heat, she always needed something from him, always trying to take from him. Bastian closed his eyes and did his best to ignore the room spinning, concentrating instead on the stable form of Odette¡¯s weak body. The woman that he could have completely possessed and only now did he fully have this woman. The woman he would protect, but not from himself. He had never intended to interfere for Tira, her wedding or her emigration. If anything, he would have encouraged her to leave had she not decided to do so on her own. He wanted the youngest daughter of Dyssan to be happy, that way, she would forget her older sister, deepening her isolation. Everything had gone to plan without him even lifting a finger. Without realising it, Bastian succumb to his fatigue and when he opened his eyes again, the room was already bathed in the deep light of dawn. He looked about the empty room and stopped at the woman standing by the window, bathed in the pale light. It was his wife, Odette. CH 124 Odette had awaken from the lingering remnants of a dream she was familiar with, a dream she had several times, of walking under the bright green branches of trees in the height of summer. She would come across a man she only knew as the man of the summer solstice, standing in the middle of the road. She could not get hurt here, and under the laced shadows of the trees, she held her head high. Odette let out a sigh and sat up in the bed. She could sense his presence next to her, but did not want to turn and look at him, she wanted to believe that she was alone. She stood up and moved to the sofa, but didn¡¯t take more than a few steps before she froze in place. Out of the window, she could see the familiar lights flashing beyond. Her groggy eyes, still clouded with sleep, could make out the Ferris Wheel and with it, the question that had plagued her constantly for the last two years. ¡®What if she hadn¡¯t gone to the amusement park with Tira?¡¯ The argument between Tira and their father would not have been so intense, they would never have agreed to the two year marriage and the name Bastian Klauswitz would have been just that, a name attached to a rather handsome young man that Odette would never have talked to. Like dried petals kept between the pages of a book, it would have been nothing more than distant memories. But the past was not on Odette¡¯s side. Perhaps if they had been more sincere with each other, things could have been different. Bastian had been quite friendly back then, perhaps she might have had the courage to talk to him about her departure, maybe she wouldn¡¯t have been so afraid of the harsh words of heartbreak. And yet, the light was not on her side either. Could they have ever been different to what they are now? The destination of her thorny thoughts reached an ultimate question that had been lodged deep in her mind for the past two years. She looked back over at Bastian, the lingering glow of the dim light played over him. Somehow, he had woken up and looked right back at her. Their eyes met in the growing light of dawn, encapsulating them. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian was the first to break the awkward silence. ¡°How does it feel to be alone?¡± he said, the slur in his words and the sleepiness in his eyes gave away how drunk he was. Odette did not answer him, choosing to instead turn from him as she went over to the side table under the window, poured out a glass of water and brought it over to him. ¡°What¡¯s this for?¡± ¡°You¡¯re drunk,¡± Odette said plainly. ¡°I know,¡± Bastian said, given Odette a puzzled look. He took the glass of water when it became clear Odette was not going to move until he took it. ¡°Oh, yeah, I owe you some money, don¡¯t I.¡± He downed the glass of water and clumsily got off the bed. Odette watched him stagger across the bedroom to pull his wallet from his coat. She felt her cheeks heat up from embarrassment, but did her best to ignore it. She did not mind being paid for sex, at least she was getting money to help with her travel expenses. The silence stretched on as Bastian stared down at the bills in his wallet, as if he had forgotten what he was doing. The chime of the clock roused him from his stupor and he stumbled over to the chair and sat down, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The cold moonlight came through the window, illuminating his hand holding the money. Odette sighed and approached Bastian, who did not rouse until she reached a hand out to take the money. He looked up at her, his eyes struggling to focus. ¡°I will accept payment gratefully,¡± Odette said as she pulled the bills from the wallet. This man was supposed to be someone that would never hurt her, sworn to it when they got married, and yet, everything he seemed to do caused her pain. As he looked at her with those clouded blue eyes, she felt a pain in her chest. She had never given him her heart and yet seeing him in this pitiful state hurt. ¡°You¡¯re always like this,¡± Bastian said with a crooked smile. Odette gave him a funny look, which only served to make Bastian laugh as he thought Odette was about to cry. He realised that he must look equally funny in his intoxicated state. Inside he cursed his choice to marry this woman. He despised the Emperor¡¯s hypocrisy, who gave him burdens like he was the empire¡¯s hero. He also hated Duke Dyssen, the most incompetent fool, wasting his fortune in back alley gambling dens. It had all been in vain. He regained some mote of his sense of self and found he had been marching on the spot, trapped in the remnants of a deceitful love, like a chained dog waiting for its owner. ¡°Please settle the bill accurately.¡± Shereached out and grabbed the money in Bastian¡¯s hand. Odette looked at him with what looked to be pity, or disgust. All his efforts to hurt this woman felt like he had the double-edged blade turned the wrong way and the more he tried to wield it, the more of his blood was spilled. How much more must I endure until you break? What am I looking for when you break? Clutching the money in his hand, Bastian¡¯s frustrations grew like an inferno, fed by his passion, he could no longer hold back his emotions as he looked at Odette, who did not cry even though she was full of sadness. Twisted with agitation, he threw the money into the fireplace and stumbled over to the window and stared out at the blurred lights of the Ferris Wheel. That damned woman loved those twinkling lights. Feeling like he was suffocating, Bastian turned around and burst into laughter. Odette was bending over and picking up scattered money in front of the fireplace. Her figure, as she was bent over, reminded him of a graceful swan. Bastian could understand why the Princess went into a rage when she saw Odette picking up broken jewellery. Odette was a woman with the knack for humbling her opponents. Bastian¡¯s approaching footsteps could be heard, yet Odette remained unfazed, diligently gathering the scattered money. Suddenly his large hand enveloping her shoulder, she could feel the warmth of the fireplace, enough to make the cold slip from her mind. ¡°Better to cry, Odette. Kneel before me and grovel.¡± He spat the command at her, a hint of dominance in his words. ¡°Why?¡± Odette turned to Bastian, ¡°I already paid my debts the way you wanted me too, right?¡± ¡°Debt?¡± Bastian questioned. Not wanting Bastian to see how she was starting to flush, turned away from Bastian, but Bastian took hold of her chin and turned her back to him, their eyes locked. Odette was seized by a surge of overwhelming anger, like a tidal wave crashing onto the coast. She threw the crumpled bills in Bastian¡¯s face and with all her might, she fought him off, but he didn¡¯t back down, not even when her flailing hands slapped him around the face. Odette felt the world tilt, strong arms wrapped around her and then the sudden crash into the floor. Odette gasped for breath, finding herself on top of Bastian, who had collapsed onto the floor. It hurt and as she looked at him, her eyes filled with a silent scream ¡®I hope you hurt as much as I do.¡¯ At the very moment she acknowledged her first and last desire for this man, the world flipped once again. Bastian gripped her chin and yanked her in for a kiss, his tongues wrapping around hers and took her breath away. She tried to cry out, but was muffled against his mouth. She scratched at him, slapped him, pulled his platinum hair-which resembled a light that could never be reached. His hot breath consumed her cold emptiness. There was no escape. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian was the first to wake up. He quickly realised he had fallen asleep on the floor, a soft warmth pressed against him, it was Odette. They were laid together in front of the fireplace, which had died down to glowing embers. Gingerly, Bastian rose, trying his best not to wake Odette and put on his robe. He then very carefully picked up Odette. The woman had been quite robust when they first met, but now it felt like she was wasting away with each passing day. After laying her on the bed, Bastian went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. By the time he returned to the bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist, the dawn light took a firm hold of the day, bathing the room in a clear, blue light. As he looked down at Odette, he was overcome with a profound sense of emptiness. Even as his love had transformed to resentment, this beautiful woman still remained, like a curse. Bastian composed himself and set about getting himself ready for the day. He noticed a fresh bruise formed on his cheek when he looked in the mirror to shave. With shaving cream in hand, he gently touched the wound Odette gave him. Fresh memories came in flashes, of the faded allure of the woman, which brought bittersweet disgust to his mind. Once he had gotten himself ready for the hunting party, Bastian made his way downstairs, requesting to use the phone from one of the servants he crossed, who then showed him to the drawing room. Bastian waited with the receiver to his ear for the familiar voice. ¡°Hello?¡± the familiar voice said. ¡°This is Bastian, the mission has changed.¡± CH 125 ¡°Lunch is prepared, madam,¡± the Duke¡¯s butler announced. Norma Catharina von Herhardt nodded with a smile. She looked around at her assembly with a cheerful countenance as the quiet hum of conversation came to a gradual end at the announcement of lunch. Odette had barely noticed, still staring absently at the tea cup in her hand. ¡°Well then, shall we progress to our seats?¡± Duchess Norma said, signalling for everyone to make their way to the luncheon table. She was paying an unusual amount of attention to Odette. Understanding, Odette gently placed her tea cup on the table and went to escort the Herhardt¡¯s dowager. It was rather unusual for Odette to play this role, normally it would be left to the highest ranking guest. This gesture was an attempt to not alienate the unfamiliar woman. The ladies made their way to the dining room, with Norma and Odette leading the way. As they strolled down the lengthy hallways, with majestic tall windows on both sides, they caught sight of the sprawling estate belonging to the esteemed Duke. Its beauty was comparable to a heavenly paradise that unfurled before their eyes. Meanwhile, men gathered in their groups, all donning in the dusty browns of their hunting attire moving towards the forest behind the garden. Odette could easily spot Bastian. He was engaged in conversation with Duke Herhardt. His distinctive, upright posture and restrained movements were constant, even on horseback. Odette got flashes of the night before, where they had exploded against each other. It felt like a dream. ¡°Mrs Klauswitz can¡¯t seem to take her eyes off her husband,¡± a teasing voice broke through Odette¡¯s daydream. Startled back to reality, Odette turned to face Norma, who¡¯s laughter carried a hint of playfulness. ¡°Even after three years of marriage, don¡¯t you think it¡¯s about time you woke up from the honeymoon? It¡¯s quite fascinating.¡± ¡°They did spend two years apart, they must be deeply affectionate for one another.¡± ¡°This must be the best time in the relationship, what with having no kids and all,¡± a middle aged woman was prompted to say. A chuckle rippled through the crowd of ladies. Odette lowered her eyes, trying to hide the shy smile. ¡°Indeed, and come to think of it, shouldn¡¯t Matthias hurry and get himself a nice wife like Odette, he¡¯s missing out on such happiness,¡± Elysee von Herhardt lamented, watching her son depart. The conversation seamlessly changed towards the upcoming marriage of Duke Herhardt, slated to take place in the coming year. With a sigh, Odette turned her attention back to the sunny corridor they were walking down, pondering her exit plan. A blast from a distant horn drew her attention back outside, to the hunting party, who were now at the edge of the wood. Though the distance made it difficult to make out the faces of the riders, Odette could still easily identify Bastian. From their first meeting to the present day, memories raced through Odette across the bleak winter landscape. Their relationship had been a matter of convenience, holding hands in mutual benefit. How quickly they had turned to devouring each other and if it continued any longer, the scars were going to be deep. It was time to bring things to an end. After carefully considering her thoughts, Odette made her way into the dining room. Taking her seat, she indulged in casual conversation with the fellow guests. As the meeting drew to a close, she contemplated the opportune moment to take her leave. However, just as the full course was served, an unforeseen incident unfolded before her eyes. A whiff of oysters reached her nose, causing her stomach to churn in discomfort. ¡°Are you alright, Mrs Klauswitz?¡± the wife of a Judge said, as she sat next to Odette. Odette nodded as she covered her mouth with napkin, doing her best to fight down the nausea creeping through her stomach. ¡°Oh, my dear, is something wrong with your health?¡± Elysee said. ¡°I am so very sorry, it¡¯s only gastritis,¡± Odette said, swallowing uneasily. ¡°I don¡¯t think so,¡± Elysee said with a strange smile on her lips. ¡°Maybe it¡¯s best for you to lie down in the guest room for a bit. I will send someone to fetch Major Klauswitz for you¡­¡± ¡°No, Duchess!¡± Odette said, a little more snappy than she intended. ¡°I do not wish to cause such trouble, especially when it¡¯s something so minor. With your permission, I think I will return to the hotel.¡± ¡°Alone, without your husband?¡± Norma said, she looked puzzled. ¡°Please, it¡¯s bad enough to have caused a scene here, I do not wish to upset my husband¡¯s day also. I would just like to return to the hotel discreetly.¡± Odette appealed to the ladies¡¯ sense of honour. A plea that could not be ignored. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Duke Herhardt was the first to bag a prey, his bullet swiftly ending the life of a deer that was racing through the under-brush. ¡°Are you also interested in chasing games now?¡± Riette von Lindman quipped with a clap. Matthias didn¡¯t respond immediately as he swung the head of the horse around. Bastian maintained a respectful distance, listening in more than engaging. The gathering had been arranged by Riette, the Duke¡¯s distant cousin. Matthias himself had no love for hunting and was using the gathering as a means to network his business and work out potential partners. Bastian also had no great interest in hunting but he had been awaiting an opportunity to converse with the Duke, and now seemed to be the perfect time. When Riette had caught a rabbit, the hunting party became more animated, with the beaters leading the dogs down near the river, where there would be a better chance for a duck shot. The calm forest quickly became disturbed with the sounds of bearing hooves and gunshots. Bastian had been patient, only aiming for what he knew he could hit and one such target was a white waterfowl. Just as Bastian was about to take the shot, he noticed that Matthias was also aiming at the same target. Bastian yielded the prey, only for the Duke to miss. He wondered if the Duke missed on purpose. ¡°Wow, look at that, Duke Herhardt actually missed, what an entertaining day,¡± Riette remarked, causing the other men to laugh. On the other hand, Matthias just smiled. Bastian lifted his gaze and watched the birds soaring across the sky. Although it piqued his interest as to why Duke Herhardt, a prodigy when it came to shooting, would choose to miss, he decided it was an unnecessary question. Just then, a girl came bounding out of the forest, running toward them from the other side of the road. ¡°Wait, why is she here?¡± Riette said in surprise. As an uninvited guest made her way towards the hunting grounds, all eyes, including those of the servants and other companions, turned towards her. Bastian observed that little girl with a suspicious glare. She seemed to be one of the servants of the Herhardt¡¯s family, and despite the beaters trying to coral the girl away, she ignored them and approached Duke Herhardt. Bastian decided that the girl was of no concern to him and turned his attention back to the hunt. Matthias tried to steer the conversation and attention away from the girl, while the beaters handled her. ¡°Over in the forested area over there are where the deer usually can be found,¡± Matthias said and the hunting party started to move off in that direction. The winds began to stir, ushering in a fleeting moment of calmness that made everyone to draw closer together. Above, the vast expanse of a cloudless, azure sky served as a serene backdrop. Bastian¡¯s gaze turned slowly, until he met Matthias¡¯s eyes, creating an unspoken connection between them. ¡°Major Klauswitz.¡± Unexpectedly hearing his own name, Bastian quickly redirected his attention towards the person who had called it, fully engaged once again. ¡°Yes, your grace?¡± Matthias gestured for Bastian to come over and pay attention to the conversation. The atmosphere shifted as every thought it was their duty to also listen in. Bastian stood side by side with Duke Herhardt, at the back of the hunting party, the others seeing that there was nothing they could gleam from eavesdropping, raced off to the woods were the deer were reported to be. ¡°Ah, of course.¡± Bastian replied with a polite smile After that, the conversation, momentarily paused, resumed as Riette kickstarted a light-hearted discussion. Soon, the forest was filled with the lively chatter of the hunting party members. Bastian found himself alongside Matthias, both of them leisurely riding their horses at the rear of the group as others galloped ahead into the thick of the forest. Seizing the opportunity, Bastian and Matthias continued their prior discussion in the peaceful, unhurried setting. CH 126 Odette looked up at the clock, 3:42 is read and she quickened her pace across the square. Even though her breath was heavy and she could taste the metallic tang of fear rising to her lips, she couldn¡¯t stop. Leaving the Duke¡¯s residence earlier than planned left her with enough time to get to the station on time. Though she was concerned about being caught eavesdropping, it was irrelevant now, that world was no longer her concern. ¡°Its okay Meg, we¡¯ll be okay,¡± she comforted the whimpering dog as they raced up the steps to Carlsbar Central Station. After returning to the hotel in the car leant to her by the Duchess, Odette checked for the girl Molly, who, as expected, had left, hiding the treasure Odette had given her. With that last loose end resolved, Odette left the hotel once she left the divorce letter for Bastian. The boat that Tira was on should have set sail long before now and all Odette had to do now was make the train on time. Just a little more and she would be free. Odette pushed herself a little more, iwas hard trying to carry a puppy and drag her luggage at the same time, but the anxiety of having her freedom so close spurred her on. Navigating her way through the throngs of people flowing here and there, Odette practically had to fight her way to the ticket booth. With the ticket bought, it wasn¡¯t until she got to the platform where the train was waiting, that she realised that Bastian owned the very train line she was set to escape on. ¡°Watch out!¡± a man pushing a luggage trolley shouted out as Odette made to board the train. Odette jumped out of the way, only to put herself directly in the path of another imminent accident. Pushed by the surging crowd moving around the luggage trolley, Odette lost the grip of her trunk. She tried to catch it, but bumped into someone as she bent over, threatening to send her sprawling to the ground. Fortunately, a man behind her offered her support and prevented her from hitting the concrete ground. ¡°Are you alright?¡± the man said, helping by picking up Odette¡¯s trunk. Despite the large scar on his cheek, the man was very cordial. ¡°Yes, thank you, I¡¯m very grateful for your assistance.¡± Odette pulled herself onto the train and slumped into the corner, panting. A shrill whistle blasted across the station and the shunting carriages started to jostle forward. Finally, 4 o¡¯clock on the dot. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* He saw it neatly placed on the side table under the window. Bastian immediately walked across the room and picked up the letter with his name stylised across the front of it. As he stared at his name, the sun setting past the window, darkness descended not only on the land, but in him too. He received the news that Odette was not been feeling well from that servant girl charging through the hunt like a lost sheep. There was a hint that Odette might be suffering morning sickness from falling pregnant, though she had claimed it was gastritis. Being the polite and honourable family, the Duchess had lent Odette a car with which to take her back to the hotel. She even offered Bastian the use of their family doctor, having him sent to the hotel if needed. Bastian suspected there was more to it than that. Odette had ran away. Bastian knew it even before he opened the door of the empty suite. The precious dog was missing also. The hotel stewards were unaware that the Lady Odette had returned early or even left with her luggage. The maid Odette had brought was also missing. Bastian glared at the envelope in his hands, the swirling script of his name across its front. The darkness in the room deepened as the sun set and his mood became black. A knock at the door brought him back to reality. It was an urgent knock and when Bastian opened the door, the steward stood before him, he had gone in search of Odette. ¡°I have just gotten back from talking to the staff at Ardenne Mansion, they have not heard from Lady Odette or her maid.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Bastian murmured dryly. He looked over at the dog bed, his eyes coming into focus. It was strange to have brought that dog all the way out here, a clear sign that something was amiss and had he not been so clouded in his thoughts when it came to Odette, he might have sensed something was off. ¡°My Lord, is there anything else?¡± ¡°No, you may withdraw now, I will handle my wife,¡± Bastian said, pulling a cigarette and lighting it. ¡°But, my Lord¡­¡± ¡°There is no need to worry,¡± Bastian said confidently, as if there was only one truth to the situation. The steward have a curt bow and left, closing the door behind him. Bastian didn¡¯t move from the centre of the entrance hall. Standing as if a royal guard on duty, puffing on his cigarette and staring at his name on the envelope. By the time he lit his third cigarette, the hallway was completely dark. He eventually worked up the motivation to move himself to the bedroom, where the dim firelight lit the room in a dull golden glow. He sat on the edge of the bed and tore the envelope open. Firstly, I want to express how sorry I am for breaking things up like this. Odette¡¯s letter began dryly, like a bank notice. Bastian read through the letter slowly, taking in every word and pausing at the end of each sentence to take a draw on his cigarette. I tried to atone for you by fulfilling my remaining responsibilities, but it seems that it was nothing more than cowardly self-deception. My greed for a good end even after everything has already gone wrong has finally brought about the worst end of ruining each other. Even now, I think the only way to rectify the mistake is to terminate this contract as soon as possible. Even so, it is not right to run away like this, but please understand that I have made an irresponsible decision because it is the best for all of us. The maid who came with me was Theodora Klauswitz¡¯s maid¡¯s niece of one of the maids who acts like a spy. Through the child she communicated with them. Since she left, she no longer served as her spy, but I withheld her disposal for fear that if I ousted the maid, she would attach someone else to her. I¡¯m sorry I unintentionally deceived you once again. I clean up the maid myself and leave. There was no suspicious movement from your father¡¯s family. Both me and her were abandoned victims, so the information may be inaccurate, but at least to the best of my knowledge it was. Attached are the papers for divorce and a letter apologizing to His Majesty the Emperor for my sins. I promise to humbly accept whatever the official grounds for divorce are. Please handle it in a way that minimizes your losses. I¡¯m sorry we end up with a different contract than the original one. I will fulfil my responsibility by living quietly outside of your world. Bastian stared at the letter, its elegant handwriting a contrast to the content. As he slowly turned over to the last page, he found a note addressed to the Emperor and divorce papers. From crippling her father, to spying for his family and now the drama of her escape, it was a memorandum of sins written in detail, as if she had gone mad with the guilt of it all and wanted to die at the hands of the Emperor. Bastian checked the time. He knew she wouldn¡¯t just obey, but he never thought she would do something this crazy. At least, not so stupid as to disregard the risks. Why? Bastian walked over to the fireplace, sifting through all the memories he had with her. The action of throwing the letters and the divorce papers felt understated. ¡°Family,¡± Bastian muttered, coming to the one conclusion that made sense to him. When it came to family, Odette was very reckless and prone to foolishness. Her father had already died and her half sister left her to start her own family. That left only one possibility, just as he came to the conclusion, there was a rap at the door. Making sure the papers in the fireplace had burnt away to ash, he went to answer. When he opened the door, there was a member of staff accompanied by a young boy toting a grubby brown bag. He looked at them quizzically. ¡°This child has brought a letter for Major Klauswitz, with strict instructions that it should only be received by you,¡± the hotel steward said, the boy held out a slip of roughly folded paper. Bastian nodded, ¡°okay.¡± Bastian took out his wallet and handed over a small bill to the boy. His face lit up as he exchanged the piece of folded paper for the bank note. Bastian didn¡¯t hear the boy say thank you or the hotel staff bid Bastian a good day. He was transfixed on the letter and as he opened it up, he saw that the name he was waiting for. It was from Keller, the detective that had been following Odette for the last two years. CH 127 Keller looked over the incomprehensible order and shook his head. As he let out a frustrated sigh, the waiter looked at him as if he was the cause of Keller¡¯s ire. It had been five days already and he was quite familiar with the waiter. ¡°Good Morning,¡± Keller said in his best Feliain, doing his best to put the waiter at ease. He was not anywhere near fluent in the language, but he knew enough to pass polite conversation. The waiter smiled and left after placing his order on the table, a simple sandwich that Keller ate with gusto, looking across from the cafe to the Inn that Odette Klauswitz was staying at. He had suspected Bastian was losing it a little, becoming a little too paranoid when he instructed him to keep an eye on his wife, when his wife was rarely ever without Bastian. He was relieved a little when Bastian changed the order to follow the Becker couple, leading up to their wedding and following them across the sea. At the last minute, just as Keller was having his luggage loaded onto the emigration ship, he received yet another letter from Bastian, changing the order once again to follow Odette in Carlsbar. Keller¡¯s suspicions the old war hero was losing his mind rekindled, but were dashed once more when he caught on that Odette was making a run for it to Felia. It appeared that Bastian had predicted his wife fleeing abroad months ago, but why? Not that it was his business to ask such questions. All he needed to do was watch and report. Keller was used to meeting with paranoid husbands and wives, suspecting their partners of cheating, but Keller couldn¡¯t make sense of this assignment, but he paid well and the job was easy enough, Odette wasn¡¯t exactly versed in subterfuge. He barely even knew Bastian, though they had met some twenty years ago during Carl Illis¡¯s work. They had barely passed a handful of words after exchanging polite greetings. When Carl Illis passed away, Keller never even saw Bastian again, until two years ago. Right before Bastian left for the North Sea, he came by Keller¡¯s detective agency and requested him to keep tabs on his wife. It was work Keller did most frequently, but was surprised that Bastian came to him. Word was that Bastian and Odette were the closest couple in the land and loved each other very much. The labyrinth of his thoughts grew more intricate as he pondered Bastian¡¯s motivations. Throughout his career as a detective he honed skills to read people¡ªhowever, Bastian Klauswitz¡¯s intentions eluded him completely. Unlike a simple arrest directive, Bastian only asked him to monitor and trail Odette. He also couldn¡¯t understand why Bastian let his wife to endure hardship while on the run. Time passed on and there was still no sign of Odette emerging from the Inn. He was two coffees down and needed to move on or risk being found out. Just as he was settling the bill, a woman with a white dog finally emerged from the Inn. Odette looked up and down the street cautiously, then hurried off toward the busiest end of the road. She wasn¡¯t carrying any luggage, so no doubt she wasn¡¯t planning on going far, maybe even just out to walk the dog. Even if he can¡¯t understand it, a mission was a mission. Keller lifted his coat¡¯s collar, veiling his scarred visage, and began following her. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°What on earth were you thinking?¡± Maria Gross, Bastian¡¯s aunt, asked. ¡°And with the amount of trouble the Emperor has on you. You really are the black sheep of the family,¡± she tutted. Bastian calmly put down his tea cup and looked at Maria with a gentle smile. ¡°As I said, Odette is just taking a short break.¡± ¡°I know you, Bastian, you can¡¯t fool me. Such a disappointment.¡± Maria stared at Bastian, her eyes scolding through him. Bastian¡¯s wife had run away and that their perfect little marriage was in shambles. Rumors originating from Carlsbar reached the capital in a matter of three days. As it passed from person to person, from group to group, the rumours became exaggerated and wild. Accusations about Bastian mistreating his wife began to circulate. Rumors originating from Carlsbar reached the capital in a matter of three days. He simply watched everything in silence, living his daily life. Those who had regarded Bastian as a problem were pleased to witness his reputation crumbled. ¡°At least tell me the truth, what really happened? What sort of contingencies do you have? What¡¯s your plan to get her back?¡± ¡°I think I have explained myself enough.¡± ¡°Well I don¡¯t think so, I confirmed that there had been no travel plans, and that Odette just up and left to visit Carlsbar with you and return, its something we all knew, so don¡¯t try and change the story now.¡± Maria was determined to squeeze out the truth from her nephew and showed no signs of ever backing down. Bastian let out a frustrated sigh and poured himself out another cup of tea, while he steeped in deep thought. If his aunt was this suspicious, maybe she had an insider, maybe a butler or a maid or even a very talkative chef. A smile played over his lips as he thought about who his aunt¡¯s spy might be. He knew that attempting to impose any restrictions on his aunt would not work and only serve to deepen her suspicions. ¡°It was a spontaneous decision. After her fathers funeral and her sister moving away after the wedding, Odette needed some time to herself, for the sake of her own health. I suggested a trip out to the country and she readily agreed.¡± ¡°If that was really the case, then why has she vanished so suddenly and so silently? Like stowing away in the middle of the night. It would have done with much fanfare, that¡¯s just your way, showing off to the world how much you love her.¡± ¡°That was two years ago, I¡¯ve calmed down significantly since then.¡± Maria¡¯s eyes flickers with sadness. ¡°Well, not to me you haven¡¯t, you haven¡¯t changed at all.¡± It was only because she trusted her nephew so much that she agreed to the marriage in the first place. He was a man that would never let himself get swept up in emotions and make mistakes, but to see him so blinded by foolish love. ¡°You need to put an end to this. The period promised by the Emperor has passed and there is no use in keeping that scarecrow hanging around, causing all this unnecessary drama.¡± Maria issued Bastian a stern command. It wasn¡¯t about business any more, as even without the marriage alliance, they were strong enough to stand against Jeff Klauswitz. It was Bastian¡¯s crowning achievement, so there was no reason to keep Odette hanging around. If Maria had thought for a moment that Odette felt for Bastian the same as Bastian felt for Odette, she would have blessed their marriage long ago. ¡°You need to arrange for a divorce before the year is out. Odette is responsible for all this scandal, so the Emperor won¡¯t have a leg to stand on. If you¡¯re clear on who is responsible, we can suppress baseless rumours.¡± ¡°I will handle it in accordance with what I judge probable. Don¡¯t worry, it won¡¯t interfere with my official duties.¡± ¡°For heaven¡¯s sake, Bastian, do you think I am pursuing this out of some petty act of revenge?¡± Maria turned red with anger. Bastian shook his head with a smile. ¡°Absolutely not. I understand your concern for me. I¡¯m just saying that you don¡¯t need to worry.¡± Bastian drew the line in the sand with a polite tone, but his eyes on his aunt were like ice. At times like this, he¡¯s just like his father. Maria could see the fanaticism of desire in Bastian, he was half Klauswitz after all and just like Jeff Klauswitz, who went wild with greed at the prospects of marrying the daughter of a successful junk dealer, then became intoxicated with the honour that the daughter of an aristocrat would bring, which only led to the tragedy of today. The Klauswitz family¡¯s desire was short-lived, akin to a brief spark. While it burned intensely for a while, it was not sustainable over time. Maria didn¡¯t want that fate for Bastian, who was also an Illis. She looked at her nephew with pensive eyes. Carl Illis was the antipode of Jeff Klauswitz. He lived his life dedicated to a single purpose. That driven tenacity was what made him so successful as a junk dealer, but that one track mind was also poison and led to the death of his daughter, who had allowed herself to become blinded by love. The fanatic and the devotee. Could two qualities in direct opposition to one another exist in one man? ¡°Odette would return soon and when she does, I will let her know that you wish to see her.¡± With a gentle expression on his face, Bastian got up and bid farewell to Maria. The light in his eyes resembled the desire of Klauswitz and the determination of Illis. ¡°Bastian,¡± Maria called out impulsively, making Bastian stop just as he reached the door. ¡°Don¡¯t forget, you still have debts left to pay to your grandfather.¡± Maria was aware that her advice would add another shackle to a child who had shouldered responsibility from a young age. At least it¡¯s better than ending up like his mother. Bastian exited the reception room, his nonchalant smile on display and his gait reflecting a military discipline. In the meantime, Maria had a deep wish for Odette not to reappear. This situation, according to her, would be the most beneficial for both parties. Because she thought, it was the best choice for both of them. CH 128 Bastian woke in the blue dawn of a new day. It was the time in the morning when all that was hidden by the night would be revealed in the new light. He didn¡¯t need to check the clock, keeping time was something all soldiers could do well. Rubbing his dry, sleep addled face, Bastian roused from the bed. He poured himself a glass of water and mechanically went about his usual morning routine. As he stood in the cool shower, water streaming over his face, he found himself thinking about Odette. It had become part of his normal routine a long time ago. She had fled to Felia. Bastian went through the details of the report as he washed his face. He had a premonition that something was amiss when he watched Odette fall asleep the day before she ran away. He never dreamed she would be capable of such deceit, but she was a determined woman, a kindred spirit almost. After suffering yet another defeat, maybe it was time he admitted she was a step above him. He initially suspected that she would attempt to run away with her sister. To his surprise, Odette boarded a train to Felia, alone. Almost alone, she had taken that irritating mutt with her and a travel bag. He suspected that she had not gathered as much money as she would have liked, staying at a cheap Inn in the middle of the city. He should have brought her back immediately, to save all this commotion, but he had decided to hold off for now. He needed to find a way to bring her back without too much hassle, besides, he had Keller keeping an eye on her, so there was no rush. Bastian decided to skip breakfast as he dressed, settling instead for a cup of coffee with a spoon of sugar. His butler would always look at him disapprovingly, but over time, came to accept this decision. ¡°Sir, about the membership screening of the Ratz Opera Theatre,¡± Lovis said, having chosen the right moment to bring it up. ¡°I received a message from Admiral Demel, he has said that it will be difficult to pass.¡± Bastian nodded calmly, while Lovis looked deeply concerned. The Ratz Opera Theatre was infamous for its strict membership intake. To obtain membership, more than half of the board had to approve. This was not Bastian¡¯s first time being refused. Bastian thought he had better odds this time, with his connection to Admiral Demel, but it seemed like this was not enough and Bastian couldn¡¯t help wondering if it was because of the whole Odette situation. ¡°I do not mean to pry, sir, but would it not be beneficial to bring Madam home as soon as possible and clear up all this mess?¡± Lovis offered his advice with caution. Bastian did not say anything and only smiled. It was all part of the challenge in acquiring all the memberships he could, of all the influential social clubs. He had no real interest in the Opera and without Odette by his side, he doubted he would ever actually intend to visit. ¡°Admiral Demel has advised to contact Count Xanders,¡± said Lovis, just as Bastian was about to leave. ¡°He is the most influential member of the committee. If you were to gain his support, your membership could be a done deal.¡± ¡°I understand, thank you Lovis, I will discuss the situation with the admiral at the admiralty.¡± With the barest nod, Bastian left Lovis behind. Beyond the windows of the hallway, Bastian could see the Ardenne Sea, spread out and glittering in shades of blue and green, creating a delicate turquoise hue. Bastian sincerely hoped that Odette was keeping well. This could be an opportunity for her to recover her health. It wouldn¡¯t hurt to let her take this time for herself and ensure the healthy growth of the child she bore. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Overtime, Odette was able to expand her living area as she became more confident that no one was looking for her. At first, she cautiously moved about the Inn, then the area immediately around the inn and now, she happily, but cautiously, ventured to the city centre. She stopped by a grocery store to get an apple and then went on to take Margrethe to the park. It had become a favourite place during her exile to Felia. Despite the changing season that withered the flowers and left the trees bare, it was a pleasant, sunny afternoon. ¡°No, Meg,¡± said Odette, pulling the dog in close to her. Margrethe was desperate to play with the ducks in the pond, but Odette kept the dog on a short leash. She hadn¡¯t fully recovered her stamina yet and tired out easily, but she was feeling much better since leaving Berg. It had taken a while, she shut herself away in her room at the Inn, keeping the curtains closed and the room dark, like the den of a hibernating animal. She slept for long hours, completely forgetting the passage of time and only ventured out of the room to reluctantly get something to eat. After three days of being shut away, Odette thought it time to open the curtains again and let in the warm light. After another couple days, Odette finally plucked up the courage to step outside. It helped to have Margrethe with her. Taking off her gloves, Odette rubbed her tummy, it helped to have this child with her also. Despite all the hardships, it was proving to be quite resilient. It was yet to make its presence known, but soon enough there would be a bump that would swell like Tira¡¯s belly. By the longest days of summer, she would be cradling it in her arms. While thinking about that day, Odette realised she had naturally come to terms with facing a future with a child. Bastian had been right, this child was her family and she couldn¡¯t bear the thought of ever abandoning it. Even when coming to terms with the fact that the child might resemble Bastian the most. No matter who the child resembled or how it was conceived, it was still her child, her family. With strengthened resolve, Odette felt determination in the face of raising the child, alone if she must. ¡°Hello,¡± said a man as Odette was planning to move on. ¡°Would you give me the honour of escorting such a beautiful young lady on a walk around the park?¡± ¡°Oh, I would love to, but I am waiting for my husband.¡± Odette lied calmly. The man quickly backed away when Margrethe started to growl and as Odette held the dog back, trying to calm her, the man saw the wedding ring on Odette¡¯s finger. ¡°Ah, well, I see, sorry for the intrusion,¡± the man said quickly and retreated before Odette lost her grip on Margrethe. The wedding ring had been completely forgotten about. It was worth more than any of the trinkets Odette sold before, but couldn¡¯t risk selling that for fear of raising Bastian¡¯s suspicions. Now that she was free of him, she should sell it at the first opportunity. The news of Major Klauswitz¡¯s marital troubles should be public news by now, with the sudden disappearance of his wife. With any luck, the divorce papers will already have been submitted. If she had the inclination, Odette might be able to find news of what¡¯s happening, but for now, she still needed to be careful. Odette put on her gloves and moved off. She had enough money to live off for now, so postponing selling the ring might be a good idea. It would be easier to move around without the piles of money the ring would bring. She would keep it for now and sell it when she needs to. She had wanted to walk around the park some more, but the man that had propositioned her was lingering nearby and she didn¡¯t want to get caught out in the lie. He unnerved her a little. She decided that she would walk the streets near the Inn, before returning to her room. Once returned, she opened the window to let in some fresh air, shook out the bedding and tidied up a little. Not that there was much mess. Once satisfied that things were neat and tidy, Odette shared the apple with Margrethe. It wasn¡¯t a fruit she was particularly fond of, but recently she had a craving for it. Perhaps it was something the child in her belly wanted to try. Once the apple was devoured and the juices cleaned from fingers, Odette stretched out on the bed and allowed herself to nap. When she woke again, the sky was already darkening. Leaning on the window, to look out at the brilliant orange of the sunset, Odette took in the scenery. The sound of the bells from the cathedral rang out over the city. It was a scene that reminded her of her childhood in Felia. After the banishment order came through, her family set up in Felia. Odette was born and grew up here and when she was fourteen, the Emperor changed his permission for their entry into Berg. Felia had always felt like home to her and since this was familiar ground, she felt she could establish strong roots here. Raising a child alone was going to be tough, but she felt like she had the resolve to manage everything alone, even the birth. It couldn¡¯t be any harder than when she had to raise her sister and look after a father who was constantly blind drunk. Now, in her own world, she could finally live for herself. Looking up at the sky, where the first signs of stars were starting to twinkle, Odette got her first taste of freedom CH 129 The mood of the party quickly shifted when Bastian Klauswitz made an appearance. Quickly, the news that had been spreading across the city, spread through the guests in the banquet hall. By the time Admiral Demel and his wife had finished greeting all the new arrivals, everyone¡¯s attention was turned to Bastian, the Count Maximin Xanders included. ¡°I¡¯m surprised he didn¡¯t make an excuse not to come,¡± some at the party were saying. ¡°Well, he¡¯s a shameless man, there¡¯s nothing surprising about it.¡± ¡°Even so, isn¡¯t it a bit much to be showing his face at a party, while rumours of his wife running off spread? I think it strange Marchioness Demel invited him in the first place, the grandson of a junk dealer, what was she thinking?¡± Maximin sighed pensively. It was an uncomfortable conversation to listen to, but it was hard to ignore when it was on everyone¡¯s lips. There was no way to escape it. ¡°Did he really abuse his own wife, the Emperor¡¯s niece? I thought they were well known for having a loving relationship.¡± ¡°I think it strange he would cherish her like a lover. Bloodline aside, she¡¯s practically a commoner. I feel he married her just to protect himself from Princess Isabelle.¡± ¡°You may be right, it was strange that he would go off for two years without her, and not even so much as come back for a quick visit.¡± ¡°Well, I heard that it was her fault,¡± one guest said, speaking of Odette. ¡°While her husband was away, she played around a bit, you know? And ended up conceiving a child with another man.¡± Bastian moved around the flood of conversation, feigning ignorance of the gossip which died away before him like the wake of a ship. He conversed with important naval figures, minor nobles and even members of the royal family, as if it was just another party to maintain his network of relations. There was no sign of any concern for his wife. Maximin excused himself from the conversation, not able to withstand another second of degenerate speculations, it flowed on without pause. His own feelings on the matter were hard enough to comprehend. ¡°Hello, Sir Xanders.¡± A low tone reached Maximin¡¯s ears as he reached for his drink. He knew instantly who it was. ¡°It¡¯s been awhile, Major Klauswitz,¡± said Maximin, as politely as he could manage. They stood a short distance apart, a quiet no man¡¯s land between them. Bastian stood as an imposing figure before Maximin, he couldn¡¯t tell if he was doing it on purpose or just his military bearing. There were many well built and sturdy naval officers at the party but Bastian stood out amongst them. What if this man really did abuse Odette? Maximin hadn¡¯t realised the rumour had taken root in his mind. His mood darkened significantly. Bastian continued on a conversation as if he didn¡¯t notice and skilfully led the conversation through subjects of no importance and recent events. Stock market values, sporting events and something about the weather. They spoke as perfect gentlemen to each other. Without any prior information about his lineage, no one would have guessed that Bastian was a commoner. Maximin kept his eye on him, who spoke in a short and consistent manner. He looked rather tired, maybe long nights spent awake, worrying about Odette or he could just be overworked. Without any other tells, Maximin couldn¡¯t distinguish. ¡°How is Mrs Klauswitz doing?¡± Maximin decided to take charge of the conversation. Bastian looked away as if he didn¡¯t hear the question, choosing instead to pass a greeting between someone across the hall. Maximin had provoked Bastian and he felt a sense of satisfaction at unbalancing the man, if only briefly. In reality, Bastian had been studying Count Xanders, looking for any signs that he had anything to do with Odette¡¯s escape. Satisfied that the Count did in fact have nothing to do with it, he moved on, satisfied that he had successfully confronted Count Maximin von Xanders. He had wanted to bring up the topic of membership, but that could wait for the opera house, and even without Count Xanders help, he could acquire it another way. ¡°You never answered my question,¡± said Maximin, stopping Bastian from walking away by placing a hand on his shoulder. ¡°I don¡¯t see why I have any obligation to convey my wife¡¯s well being to you,¡± said Bastian, brushing the hand away, but Maximin didn¡¯t back down. ¡°She¡¯s not just your wife, she¡¯s my friend too.¡± ¡°Ah, your friend.¡± ¡°I understand that she is in a very vulnerable spot and not in good health,¡± said Maximin, probing for an answer. ¡°So?¡± ¡°I¡¯m simply saying that it is normal for someone to worry about a friend, who¡¯s out travelling alone and in such poor health,¡± Maximin said in a scolding tone as if admonishing a child. ¡°I know it perfectly well,¡± Bastian said with a bark of laughter. He looked at the count with an amused smile. ¡°I wonder, are you the father of the child she carries?¡± ¡°Major Klauswitz?¡± Maximin flushed bright red. ¡°I¡¯m kidding.¡± Bastian shrugged as if it was no big deal. ¡°I lost myself in the moment there, I didn¡¯t mean to be impolite. I promise, there was no ill intent. Please understand.¡± Bastian returned to his imposing, upright posture and offered Count Xanders an apology. Maximin was silent for a moment. It was an admonition disguised as an apology, as if to tell Maximin that he had crossed the line first. ¡°Have a pleasant evening Count Xanders.¡± With that, Bastian offered the smallest bow and walked away. Maximin turned and walked out onto the balcony of the banquet hall. Only when he felt the chilly breeze did he take a breath, as if not wanting to inhale the toxic miasma in the hall. Bastian¡¯s remarks had been impertinent beyond any measure, yet there was some validity to them. Maximin knew that his interference had crossed a line, and yet despite that, he couldn¡¯t stop himself. Why am I behaving so foolishly? He could have spent all night trying to untangle that incredibly complicated knot of thought. Maximin looked up at the deep, dark sky over the garden. Regrets niggled at his thoughts. Regret that he didn¡¯t get to say goodbye to Odette. Regret that he didn¡¯t do more to help her. He couldn¡¯t help but think that it was his fault. Maximin stayed out on the balcony, alone, until his flushed cheeks cooled and he could face going back into the hall, where Bastian had humiliated him. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Shall we continue?¡± Noah said in a low whisper. Sandrine turned away from the window that looked out over Ratz, bathed in the gloom of night. She looked over the dinning table, at Noah past its lavish centre piece, he wore a smile like a child ready to play a prank. ¡°I mean, the exhibition. So, I heard that Mrs Klauswitz has run away, so would it not be pointless to display that painting?¡± Noah sighed, the smile fading a little. Sandrine remained silent, tilting her glass toward her mouth as she stared out at nothing, thinking. Her look was intense, like the night they had snuck into Franz¡¯s studio. She desperately wanted to display the painting at the exhibit, telling everyone that she thought it was a crime to keep such a masterpiece out of sight. She told Noah to prepare it for a friend and if all went well, they could arrange for official sponsorship from the House of Laviere. It was far more reliable than a dowry. The idea was insane and Noah knew it, but how could he refuse? Franz wouldn¡¯t be able to continue on as a painter, given the strife at his house and if later he got married, and his wife¡¯s family intervened, a young and fragile noble like Franz would not be able to budge. Would Franz be able to sponsor young painters any more, should that day come? Noah made up his mind the moment he found the answer to Sandrine¡¯s question, which struck him like a dagger. Rather than risk being abandoned, Noah would turn his back first. ¡°What about the next exhibition?¡± Noah suggested with caution, fearing that Sandrine might be set to change her mind. ¡°No, there¡¯s no need,¡± Sandrine said firmly, putting down her glass. If Odette had genuinely ran off on her own accord, then there was no point in trying to humiliate her. If Bastian didn¡¯t cut ties with her now, he was going to suffer a lot of loss. His only course of action was to finally divorce that woman. There was no way Bastian wasn¡¯t aware of this fact. He was a cold, calculating man, he knew when to cut ties and which to strengthen. It had been a month already and the shock of him still holding onto Odette was unbearable. Bastian refused to let go of Odette and his reputation was taking a pounding for it, he was no longer seen as the brave war hero that nearly lost his life, but the sad husband who had lost his wife. Sandrine wanted to ask him why he was holding on so stubbornly, but feared the answer, for then there would be no turning back. It was better to endure in ignorance, than risk collapsing that bridge for good. ¡°So, does that mean we are cancelling the plans?¡± Noah said gloomily. Sandrine raised her head and exhaled slowly, smoke billowed up toward the ceiling and she bit down on her cigarette holder. She needed to do something that would utterly ruin Odette, destroy any chance of her being able to come back to Bastian. He would inevitably get burned by whatever Sandrine had planned, but it would be worth it to get him all to herself. Anything would be better than being with a fake wife. ¡°No, we continue as planned.¡± Sandrine brushed away the ashes. Is it because she still loves Bastian Klauswitz Sandrine mulled over this question multiple times without arriving at a conclusion. However, one fact stood out: she refused to accept her love ending like this. That sole reason enough to explain why she couldn¡¯t stop. CH 130 Odette moved into her third accommodation, a quiet boarding house in a quiet residential area, run by a very strict landlady. After unpacking her small amount of belongings, she sat on the edge of the bed to catch her breath. The room was on the top floor and looked out northwards. The fireplace fended off the cold, bitter night. Odette didn¡¯t really care where she was, only that she was in a nice, warm, cosy place. Although she had put in a lot of effort to secure this cosy little spot. The landlady was very sceptical when Odette told her that she was a lady from a fallen noble house and she was looking to make a fresh start some where new. The landlady quizzed Odette ceaselessly and wasn¡¯t satisfied until she had gotten Odette to play the piano in front of her, to confirm that Odette was a piano teacher. ¡°It¡¯s quite fortunate, isn¡¯t it?¡± Odette said to Margrethe. She had developed a habit of talking to her dog since being alone. Margrethe was sniffing around the room, inspecting every corner of the room, when she came bounding over to Odette, putting her slobbering muzzle onto her lap. Seeing those endearing eyes look up at her made Odette laugh. Any time things seemed bleak, moments like this made her smile. It had been a month already, since Odette escaped Bastian and none of the things she feared the most had come to pass. While Odette sought some form of stability, the child in her grew. The passage of the peaceful days made her worries of the past a distant memory. Odette stroked Margrethe as she turned her mind to the future. She could winter here, but giving the landladies strictness, she doubted she would be able to stay here with a child and no father. Odette wanted to get a rental house, but in order to do that, she needed a way to make money. Deep in thought, Odette looked at her fingertips. The landlady seemed to enjoy Odette¡¯s piano playing and may be able to help her in finding a part-time teaching job. Initially, she planned to lay low and avoid trouble, but due to dwindling finances, she could no longer remain hidden. She would ask at dinner if there were any jobs available. Satisfied with her plans, Odette got up and finished her unpacking. As winter was nearing its end, Odette ignited the fire to combat the cold. Her financial condition dictated minimal use of firewood, forcing her to only light the fireplace post-sundown. The past two years had been unlike the norm, abuzz with a luxury that was not truly hers. Presently, she has returned to her baseline circumstance¡ª a scenario not unfamiliar to her as, since childhood, she faced winters of scarcity. ¡°Sorry for putting you through this, Meg.¡± Odette was over come with guilt as she looked at Margrethe, who had curled herself up in front of the fireplace. For the dogs sake, Odette needed to familiarise herself with the local geography. By the time Odette had finished getting herself settled into the room, the bell for dinner rang out. Odette hastily tidied herself up in front of the grimy mirror. Her belly protruded a little and she did her best to try and hide it under the drape of her dress. She had come to notice her body was going through a lot of changes recently. The thought that she will need new clothes was growing louder with each day. She needed to find a job. Wrapping a large shawl around her changing body, Odette stepped out of the room with steady strides. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Good work Franz, you did it,¡± Jeff Klauswitz said, showing affection and pride that he had never shown before. Franz stared at his father blankly, unsure of how to react. The report was still on his fathers lap, torn up and almost forgotten as they pulled into Boulevard Preves. ¡°So, have I helped in matters?¡± ¡°Ha, you¡¯ve done more than help, son, to say that you¡¯ve only helped would be extremely modest indeed.¡± Jeff smiled broadly as he patted his son¡¯s shoulder. On the surface, it looked like a simple war for the throne of king of the railway, but just under that was a complex hive of companies competing for high stakes. The Klauswitz Railway Company was structured so that where ever the railway company went, a dozen other companies followed. Bastian had mimicked this strategy to the point where it was impossible to tell the difference between the rivals. Two years ago, when the railway company had tried to cheat with a diamond and failed, they used a strategy to infiltrate at the base level so that they could shake up the top. This was only possible thanks to the growth of Illis corporation, which rivalled Klauswitz. Things were set up so that if the railway company was to collapse, than the shipping and steel industries would collapse too, starting off a chain reaction that would ruin everybody. That way, the company was practically invulnerable to attack. Bastian was concentrating on setting up a strong link between Felia and Belov. Using an aggressive strategy that made it seem like he was being reckless, too much confidence was going to create weaknesses. These weaknesses Franz exploited expertly, managing to swipe away the deal from Bastian with pinpoint precision. Franz had a clear advantage after sabotaging Bastian¡¯s attempts to secure the funds he needed. More over, the financial minister of Felia, who were spearheading the contracts, was a close friend to the Count Klein family. No matter how cunning Bastian tried to be, he was going to find it almost impossible to close the gap. ¡°This bid might be just the thing you need to kick start your era,¡± Jeff Klauswitz said, adopting the air of a proper businessman. The car stopped in front of Ratz Central Station. The two stepped out of the car and the onlookers recognised Jeff Klauswitz as the King of the Railway. In two days time, the victor of this little war would be announced officially and by the time they returned from Felia, no one would dare utter baseless rumours of Bastian Klauswitz dethroning his father. ¡°Oh, father,¡± Franz said, his mood darkening. Out from the crowd, a tall military officer strode toward them with determination. A face that could be recognised at a glance. Bastian. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* Bastian broke the silence first. ¡°It¡¯s been awhile, father, how have you been?¡± Jeff Klauswitz stared at his son like he wanted to murder him, but he didn¡¯t raise his voice. He suppressed the anger burning up his insides and greeted Bastian politely. It looked like any formal family reunion. ¡°Will you be heading to Felia to personally oversee the bidding? You¡¯re very much more proactive than I thought you would be.¡± ¡°Yes, well, I assume you are doing the same.¡± ¡°Of course, since Felia is an ally of Berg. I anticipate this will only solidify our friendship.¡± ¡°Would it be wise to sell your face so openly?¡± Jeff was running out of patience, but Bastian smiled care freely and shrugged. ¡°It¡¯s a face that sells for a pretty high price.¡± ¡°Like you said, you¡¯re quite famous in Felia, I guess rumours of this has already spread that far, but, would it be wise to entrust such an important appointment to a young, inexperienced upstart that can¡¯t even keep control of his own wife?¡± ¡°We will have to wait and see how things unfold.¡± ¡°Yes, we will,¡± Jeff Klauswitz said, calling Bastian¡¯s bluff. Jeff and Franz strode away confident in their victory and looked as if they were royalty inspecting their kingdom. No one really noticed the passage of the Klauswitz men, they were all too busy with the hum drum of their own lives. Crowds of people moved about the station like clouds in the sky. Forming currents and eddies of living souls going about their business. Bastian moved with the crows toward the platform and although he was going to the same place as his father and brother, he lost sight of them pretty quickly. Things should quiet down a little without those two bothering him. Bastian didn¡¯t delay and headed straight for his first class cabin. As soon as he reached the carriage, a team of servants that had been waiting for him sprang into action. ¡°There¡¯s no need for ostentation,¡± Bastian said, ¡°lets just get on with it.¡± Bastian was accompanied by Thomas Muller and together, they poured over every detail of the meeting that was coming at the other end of the train tracks. By the time they were happy with minutes of the meetings, the world outside was dark. ¡°We¡¯ve worked hard, lets get some rest before moving on,¡± Thomas said, stretching. Bastian smiled as he watched Thomas work out the aches in his back from leaning over the all too small desk piled high with folders, folios, dossiers and loose bits of paper. ¡°That certainly sounds like a good idea,¡± said Bastian, doing his best to prevent a yawn. Thomas switched off the cabin light, leaving the only source coming from a tiny bedside lamp. ¡°I¡¯m glad you agree and don¡¯t even think about looking at another official document until the morning, got it?¡± ¡°Yes, of course,¡± Bastian said, feeling like a child. ¡°If I catch you doing more work and not getting the much needed rest, I will be very disappointed in you,¡± Thomas said. He repeated his threats serval times before finally exiting the cabin. Bastian kicked off his shoes and laid out on the bed which was slightly too short for his tall frame. He had requested leave from the admiralty to go on this business trip, but not for the reason he gave them. Odette was staying at a cheap lodge and was looking for a job. Even after all the jewels he had given her, how comfortable and easy he had made her life, she would prefer to go out and buy firewood when ever she could afford to, according to the latest report from Keller. Throwing off his tie, Bastian looked out of the small window, to the moonlight sky that twinkled with a hundred specks of diamonds. When he calculated his loss from Odette, he couldn¡¯t help but laugh in the face of such silly behaviour. All the talk of selling face, hers was probably the most expensive. That kind of trouble was worth a reputation being dragged through the mud. CH 131 Odette walked out of the interview with a huge smile on her face. It was a far cry from when she first turned up and rang the doorbell, all nerves and worry. The first steps had been taken and while she was daydreaming of the prospects ahead of her, she hadn¡¯t realised she had stepped out onto the street. Her strict land-lady had suggested that she knew someone who wanted their little girl to learn the piano, the only obstacle was convincing the mother, who was rather snooty, but by the time the interview was done, Odette was convinced the mother had already made up her mind when she inquired into how busy Odette was going to be over the next week or so. Odette made her way to the city centre with excited steps, it was going to be a day where not even the overcast weather could put a dampener on her mood. Her heart filled with the dream of settling down in a small city in the warm south. She strolled through the festively decorated streets, admiring what felt like a dream come true. She picked up a few essentials, and a gold coin which was an impulsive buy. She knew she didn¡¯t have the money to splurge on such luxuries, but she wanted to celebrate. What kind of child are you? she thought. All while strolling cheerily towards the tram stop, a bag of freshly bought apples swinging in her hand. The baby she was carrying felt like it would grow to be a strong child, given the trials it had already been through. The baby certainly didn¡¯t take after her, which was craving foods she didn¡¯t particularly like, but ate them anyway. Bastian¡¯s face floated out of the warmth of her imagination, catching its shape in the mist of her breath. She stopped in her tracks and let out a sigh. Inevitably there will come a day when the child will ask about its father. She had no idea what she was going to say, in the end, she pushed it from her mind. That day was a long time away and she had more pressing matters to worry about. For now, she must be content to live in the here and now and hope the answers will come with time. Maybe it was because she was thinking about him, but she could have sworn she saw Bastian standing in front of a tobacconist. When she looked again, nothing had changed, she did in fact see Bastian¡¯s face at the street stall. Hero of the North Sea loses the battle for the railway to his father. The headline read, in huge, bold text above a picture of Bastian. It took a moment for Odette to realise she was making for the newspaper stand. It was a detailed article about Bastian¡¯s attempts to win the contract the Felia government had put up to take charge of their railway. Bastian had fought a tough, and long winded, battle with his father, Jeff Klauswitz, and ultimately lost. ¡°Hey Lady, don¡¯t think about reading for free, pay for it, money!¡± From the stall¡¯s doorway, the owner shouted out. Odette shook her head, partially dazed, and put down the newspaper she was holding. ¡°¡­¡­I¡¯m sorry.¡± Odette managed to say with difficulty, a tremor started to build up in Odette¡¯s fingertips. The bid announcement had been made this morning, to which the parties attended in person. He was here? The realisation struck Odette like lightning. She hastened away from the stall, almost like she was fleeing. Her instincts told her to return home as fast as possible, lock herself away until she knew she was safe. Her legs had other ideas. They felt like leaden weights that refused to obey her. With effort, she forced herself toward the tram stop, bustling through the crowds as best she could. The world plunged into water and she struggled to keep her feet. The paper bag fell from her hand and just as she was following them to the floor, a gentle touch held her steady. ¡°Are you alright?¡± inquired a concerned passer-by. ¡°Yes, thank you.¡± Odette said instinctively. Hastily grabbing up her belongings. It wasn¡¯t until she had stuffed the bag into her pocket and stood upright that she realised the man had spoken in Berg¡¯s own language. Odette blinked her mind clear and surveyed her surroundings pensively. The tram stop was not as crowded as she first thought and there was no sign of the man that had just helped her. She tried to order her mind and analyse the situation properly. The relationship between Felia and Berg was amicable enough that it was common to find Bergians in Felia. But the man¡¯s manners were casual as if he already knew Odette was from Berg. The more she thought about him, the more his face became clear through the smog of her once distracted thoughts. It was a fleeting image, but she did remember seeing a sizeable scar down the man¡¯s cheek, it was prominent enough to distinctly remember. Odette let out a sob, all thoughts of waiting for the tram fled and she turned and sprinted down the street. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* With the quick negotiations finalised, Bastian signed the cheque and handed it over to Etienne Steel Co.¡¯s owner, who checked the numbers on the piece of paper and smiled with satisfaction. He found the sum adequate for the purchase of thirty locomotives. ¡°So, the railway venture didn¡¯t work out, and you¡¯re going into the steel trade, eh?¡± Etienne smiled at Bastian. ¡°With the rumours of your audacious bids, I wonder if the railway was ever your true target.¡± ¡°Well, it always does well to have contingencies. I had no intention of going back home empty handed, if that¡¯s what you mean.¡± Etienne nodded his head approvingly. ¡°A wise decision. Sometimes, settling for second best is often better than risking it all for that decisive victory. You won¡¯t regret it.¡± Bastian could tell that Etienne was a shrewd businessman. They exchanged a few more pleasant words and toasted to a prosperous partnership. The finer details would be entrusted to a team of lawyers and regulators and with no more business between them, Bastian departed. There was one more matter of business he needed to take care of first, before heading home. He had his car take him to the address on the slip of paper Keller had given him. The address of the boarding house Odette was staying at. Bastian reclined in his seat as he looked across the street to the building where his wife was staying. An involuntary smile played across his lips as he thought about the productive visit to Felia. Jeff Klauswitz was now the king of the railway, a rather vain title Bastian didn¡¯t care for. The relentless racehorse, blinkered by ambition, had won the race. But it was ultimately unable to see where it was racing too. Over the course of the long battle for the railway, Bastian realised that all potential from such a venture had been sucked dry. The railway could no longer support a society propelling itself into the future. He had no interest in joining a toppling dynasty. The title of Railway King no longer held any merit. In time, Jeff would pass the legacy to Franz, who would not have the mental strength to carry on his fathers enterprise. Abandoning it would be his most likely choice and then, Bastian would be able to acquire it for a bargain price. Felia¡¯s railway had value that was undeniable, but this bidding war had bloated its value beyond its true worth. Bastian had no qualms with playing the gracious loser, having his father look at him with that mocking grin, he was content to wait for the inevitable victory that would be his. Overflowing with confidence, Bastian stepped out of the car and strode across the street to the boarding house. A young man opened the door, one Bastian was familiar with as being Keller¡¯s assistant. ¡°I must apologise,¡± the man started, his tone did not sound promising. ¡°Mrs Klauswitz departed not thirty minutes ago. Keller asked me to wait for you to pass on the message.¡± ¡°I see,¡± Bastian said a little more calmly than expected. ¡°Mr Keller suggests that she might be looking to catch a train, I am to take you to her.¡± Bastian sighed. ¡°Very well, let¡¯s go.¡± They went back to Bastian¡¯s car and as soon as they had slid into the seats, ¡°To the station,¡± Bastian said sharply. With a playful rush, the car sped off, leaving the quiet city behind. Throughout the ride, Bastian kept his gaze focussed out the window, lost in thought amongst the passing scenery. The only reason Odette was able to play this little game of hide and seek was because Bastian had tolerated it, but now he was losing his patience. He fixated on the scenery out of the window, his demeanour remained composed, there was no point in getting worked up and emotionally drained over this. By the time the car pulled up in front of the station, cold winter rain, falling from the sombre skies above, lashed at the car. Bastian barely seemed to notice as he stepped out of the car the second it came to a stop. CH 132 Odette purchased a ticket for the first train out of the station. It was bound for Lechen. The urgency to leave propelled her onto the train without so much as given the ticket a second glance. The realisation that she was heading for a foreign country sent shivers down her spine, but she didn¡¯t have a choice. And there he was. The scar on his cheek was very prominent. He had encountered that man on the train coming to Felia, then again not one hour ago, at the tram station. It had become very clear that Bastian had her followed, she should have realised, why hadn¡¯t she realised? On unsteady legs, Odette stumbled into the compartment, the sound of laughter and gossip filled the air, along with the rhythmic patter of rain on the windows. Sinking into her seat, Odette scanned every face she could see. The fact that she could not see the man anywhere did not console her. She had been away for over a month and not once seen him. He was probably still watching her even now. Gripping Margrethe tightly, she plead for the train to speed up its departure. Escaping the city, an urgent necessity, hung heavily in her heart. She has to go beyond the city bounds, to gather herself and thoughtfully craft her next move. So, please¡­Odette prayed to heartless god that controlled her doomed fate. She begged for mercy until her sobs broke free. The platform started to drift away, it seemed like her prayers had been answered as she realised the train was moving, but then a shattering screech of brakes broke the air. The train came to an abrupt stop. Odette frantically wiped away the building condensation and stared out down the platform. A group of men were marching along it with determination, one particular man at the groups head. Dread gripped Odette¡¯s heart as the unmistakeable form came toward her. ¡°Over here, this way,¡± the man¡¯s voice called out as he raced down the platform to the front of Odette¡¯s carriage. Panic reduced Odette to frantic breaths as she looked around, desperate to find any way out. Escape was imperative, yet she felt paralysed. Margrethe sensed Odette¡¯s panic and started whimpering. Odette held onto her, squeezing tightly as she wept. The rainstorm grew in intensity, becoming a fierce and thrilling symphony of nature. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The train¡¯s third-class compartment to Lechen was packed, leaving no space for any additional passengers. Bastian scanned each and every face as he walked through each compartment, but there was no sign of Odette. He had hoped to resolve this quickly, to minimize any inconvenience for those on board. The stationmaster had been more than accommodating with helping Bastian locate his wife, who had boarded the wrong train. Recognising him from the morning papers, Bastian had become some what of a celebrity in Felia. As Bastian navigated down the narrow aisles, moving from compartment to compartment, he eventually found what he was looking for. Even from behind, he recognised her and she was wearing the same blue coat he had gifted her. He recalled the time when he phoned the wardrobe, concerned about her getting cold, eager to find her something warm to wear. And now he felt a pang of regret for doing such a shameful thing. ¡®Because I love you, ¡­you¡­ who will never give me your heart. ¡® Bastian tapped the shoulder of the man sat next to Odette and while looking put out, he shifted out of the seat to allow Bastian to sit. Bastian¡¯s gaze remained solidly fixated on Odette, who was still staring out of the window. As he sat, he wished he could relinquish this intoxicating attraction toward Odette, who only harboured hatred toward him. Why couldn¡¯t he let go of this woman? It was a frustrating and viscous cycle he regretted ever harbouring. Yet, the one time spark in his chest had erupted into an unquenchable blaze that consumed his life. All he could do was wait for the fire to eventually burn itself out. There would come a day where everything would burn white hot, only to sputter and die out. Then, all the hot emotions, the pain, regret and obsession, even her name, would crumble to ash. Margrethe, Odette¡¯s faithful companion looked up at Bastian and started to whimper, even as Odette sat with her eyes closed tight, still attempting to deny reality. She was shivering as if she had a chill. ¡°You¡¯re on the wrong train, madam,¡± Bastian said in a low voice. ¡°Our train back to Berg is on the next platform.¡± He spoke as if lulling a child back to sleep. Odette looked up at him, meeting his gaze and he could see her fear as clear as day in her eyes. There were no vestiges of animosity or fury, instead, there was a warm smile, as if he might hold a mote of mercy. ¡°The train will be leaving shortly, so we best get a move on.¡± Bastian looked at Odette¡¯s worn-out look, wishing instead to see her with a large packet of food. At least he didn¡¯t need to feel guilty that his hatred for her turned her into a bum. ¡°Please let me take my wife safely.¡± Bastian looked at his watch. ¡°If you don¡¯t come quietly, then I will be forced to bring you along, either way, you¡¯re coming home with me, so wouldn¡¯t it be best to maintain some dignity?¡± Bastian held out his hand in a polite, gentlemanly manner, even as his tone left an air of menace about him. Odette knew that whatever she did, she would only come off more miserable. Odette turned back to the window and watched the rain patter against the glass, then she turned back to Bastian. He was right, it was all going to end up the same way. She had enjoyed a brief period of freedom and happiness, but it was nothing more than a mirage. She thought she had tricked her fate, but she was the only one that had been deceived. Odette¡¯s despair deepened by the fact that she had no idea what Bastian was going to do to her. While she struggled to control her deflated heart, she reached for Bastian¡¯s cold, calloused hand. His hand clasped hers with fierce strength and pulled her up out of the seat. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* All Odette could do was watch him from the comfort of the private, stately compartment as he shed his coat and dried his damp hair. When he was done, Bastian stood before her and held out a fresh towel. ¡°Take it off,¡± Bastian motioned for Odette to remove the drenched coat. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you accept the divorce?¡± Odette said coldly. Choosing not to hear the question, Bastian took it upon himself to remove Odette¡¯s coat himself. She didn¡¯t fight it and the coat fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Many items spilled from its pockets, scattering across the floor. There were cheap soap, shoe polish, and crushed chocolate. These items seemed to represent Odette¡¯s life over the last month. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you take the divorce? It was the best thing for everyone, why did you do this?¡± ¡°I decide what is best, Odette,¡± Bastian said. Odette was soaked through, she would get sick if she did not dry off and warm up. Slowly, Bastian removed Odette¡¯s clothes. When he tried to undo the buttons of her blouse, Odette struggled against him, in the end, torn buttons pinged across the cabin and the blouse fell to the floor. Bastian couldn¡¯t help but laugh as he draped the towel over Odette and when he looked in her bag for spare clothes, he found they were all shabby and creased. There was a gold comb in amongst everything, with a large letter H engraved on it. ¡°Don¡¯t touch that,¡± Odette screamed and snatched at the bag. ¡°Don¡¯t look, go away.¡± Odette fought against Bastian, punching and scratching at him, trying to get her bag from him, but Bastian shoved her away as easily as if she was just a child and emptied the contents of the bag. Odette fell onto the seat, seized with humiliation. Bastian grabbed her. He looked calm, hven though he had achieve his desire. Baffled by the chilly, famished look in his eyes, Odette hesitated and retreated a step. The unlit compartment plunged into darkness as the train entered a tunnel. It was an ambushing darkness that left nothing but chaos in its wake. CH 133 Sandrine set down her teacup. She sat outside a little tea shop across from the Linder Gallery, the venue for Franz Klauswitz¡¯s painting exhibition. Guests were already arriving in anticipation for the opening ceremony. Among them were journalists and critics from all the leading newspapers, all of whom Sandrine had personally invited. There was only thirty minutes to go, Sandrine counted down the minutes as she sipped at her tea. Franz was going to be the only artist not at the presentation, as if he had gotten bored of being the representation of poor artists. He had been called away to a business trip with his father and was probably still in Felia. He had not cut funding, but it was disheartening to know that he would not be there to witness the spectacle. Anxiety begets anxiety, and no emotion can shatter a person as effortlessly as anxiety does ¨C just as she was experiencing in this moment. Sandrine took it upon herself to protect those artists who thought they had been abandoned. It took less than three days for the painters to turn against Franz, but it didn¡¯t matter, their offending works were on full display and the foolish Franz still thought they were friends. Franz was neither savage like his father or cunning like his mother and to think, he had defeated Bastian in the bid for the railway. Bastian had lost to someone who had nothing but his father¡¯s bravado and his mother¡¯s greed. Sandrine was sure that Bastian¡¯s defeat came because of his distraction with Odette¡¯s disappearance. By now, the Klauswitz family would be celebrating their little victory, but that was all set to change. Sandrine was getting bored, waiting for the exhibit to open. She reached for a cigarette and lit it as the lined up crowd brimmed with barely contained excitement. As she watched them, lighting her cigarette, she felt a pang of regret that Bastian would not be here in person, to see the grand reveal with his own eyes. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°This is all thanks to the Countess,¡± Theodora said, ¡°and although it is a small gift, it is a gift that had been prepared with full gratitude.¡± Theodora bowed her head as she held out a jewel she had prepared, doing her best to forget the how she had engaged in a subtle war with Countess Klein. The thought that the arrogant Countess Klein¡¯s daughter was the top contributor that had allowed Franz to beat Sophia¡¯s son, Bastian, forced her to show some humility. ¡°I was thrilled to hear of Franz¡¯s success and now that he has proven himself to be a shrewd businessman, does it mean that we will finally get to see Ella in a wedding dress?¡± Countess Klein said, as she examined the jewel. ¡°Of course. I wonder what it would be like to be a bride in the spring. What do you think?¡± ¡°It doesn¡¯t sound too bad at all. It will be a bit of a rush, but my daughter has been engaged for so long, I don¡¯t think there will be too much trouble.¡± ¡°Franz is a very responsible young man,¡± Theodora said, ¡°and I suppose he didn¡¯t like the idea of marrying her before he was ready to be a husband. It just goes to show how much he values Ella.¡± ¡°What do you think, Ella?¡± the Countess said as she turned to show Ella the jewellery box. ¡°As always, I am willing to follow your advice,¡± Ella said, who¡¯s pouting face turned into a smile. Theodora took the opportunity to slip one last piece of jewellery into the hands of her soon to be daughter-in-laws hand. ¡°Oh my, what a pretty brooch,¡± Ella said gratefully accepting the gift. ¡°You¡¯ve been through a lot and I am so glad that Franz has a good companion like you. You are a blessing to our family.¡± At least that last compliment was genuine. The marriage would have fallen apart if not for Ella¡¯s blind love for Franz. Since Odette¡¯s disappearance, Franz seems less interested, like he had moved on. Theodora thought he would have learnt from this, but even if he didn¡¯t, she was determined to get him married, even if she had to drag him to the alter. ¡°Madam, madam,¡± a maid burst into the room. ¡°There are guests, what manner of rudeness is this?¡± the Countess demanded, flushing with embarrassment. ¡°There is an urgent call for you, madam.¡± The maid had not been deterred by the Countess¡¯ stern words. Countess Klein left the room to take the call. Theodora was not happy that she had been ignored, but managed to keep her composure, for Franz¡¯s sake. Countess Klein returned in short manner, before Theodora and Ella had a chance to strike up a conversation about the wedding dress. ¡°How dare you,¡± the Countess blurted, her face red with anger. Countess Klein snatched up all of the gifts Theodora had brought and threw them to the ground. Ella looked at her mother with a startled expression as the brooch was snatched from her hand and tossed into the fireplace. ¡°I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about, why are you acting so crazy?¡± Theodora said, trying to work out what had suddenly changed, what had the urgent phone call been about? ¡°It¡¯s your son that is crazy,¡± the Countess cried out in a fit of rage. ¡°I should never matched my daughter with that filthy beast. He is a disgusting little man.¡± ¡°Countess, calm down and explain. I don¡¯t understand.¡± ¡°Oh really? Well, if your wondering then go down to the Linder Gallery and see for yourself. Get out of my house, I never want to see you around my daughter ever again.¡± Countess Klein grabbed Ella by the wrist and stormed out of the parlour, leaving Theodora alone. She gathered her belongings, shaking from the insults and struggled to suppress the urge to run after the Countess. Instead, Theodora turned her attention to the Linder Gallery, that seemed like the more logical place to go, to see for herself what the hell was going on. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°The escort requested by the police department will arrive soon, until then, its best you wait here,¡± the conductor said. Bastian peered through a crack in the curtains to see what was going on. Journalists with their cameras were surrounding the carriage and even if he could get past them, there were still a huge crows building up outside the station. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Bastian said. ¡°Ah, I don¡¯t feel comfortable talking about it here,¡± said the conductor. He seemed to glance at Odette. Frustrated, Bastian got up and left the compartment, leaving Odette alone in the silence. Feeling the urge, Odette got up and looked out the window for herself. She could feel a heat of excitement at the crowds outside. To her surprise, they were chanting her name, but not in a good way, her name was accompanied by a curse. She felt anxiety rise in her as she backed away from the window. Bastian returned but she didn¡¯t notice, her heart was beating hard and fast in her ears. Bastian stood and stared at her and she did not have the courage to ask what had happened. He just stood in front of her, his lips pressed tightly together. ¡°The officers had arrived,¡± the conductor said without opening the doors to the compartment. A sharp whistle echoed along the platform, followed by angry shouts and noise of the police trying to break up the mobs. Having cooled his temper, Bastian grabbed his coat and threw it over Odette. There was no way he was going to throw this shabby woman in front of the crowds. Even if she was dressed like a queen, he would have done the same. ¡°Stay still absolutely still,¡± Bastian ordered and picked her up. ¡°Don¡¯t show a single hair.¡± With Odette in his arms, Bastian rushed out of the cabin. There was a rush of noise and bright flashes of light like a raging tide the second Bastian stepped out onto the platform. Amidst the unforgiving glare and mocking taunts, Bastian kept walking across the platform, with his wife in his arms, shielded entirely from the prying eyes of the public. CH 134 Bastian had done all he could to have all the pictures and news articles recalled, but the story was already in circulation. It was impossible to prevent everything from leaking out. There was even a black market call for the pictures, who¡¯s value had sky rocketed. ¡°Look, I have it¡­¡± a maid said, rushing into the kitchen of Ardenne Mansion. ¡°Give it to me,¡± another maid gave a stern command. The excited maid looked at Dora with surprise and backed away, clutching the magazine close to her chest. Dora held out her hand expectantly. ¡°I am pretty sure that I have warned everyone several times that they will be fired if they bring such nonsense into work,¡± Dora said, her scolding tone left no room for rebuttal. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I was just running errands when¡­¡± ¡°There is no excuse for you to be disrespecting your master. Go to your room, pack your things, you are fired,¡± Dora said coldly. The maid ran from the room with tears in her eyes. After a long missing, Major Klauswitz¡¯s wife suddenly returned, visibly pregnant. Her reappearance quickly made a wave of gossip, with whispers branding her an amoral and cunning woman. Adding to the public drama, the scandalous story of the half-siblings who were enemies with each other, both fall in love with the same woman, and compete fiercely for her affection.¨C became the talk of the kingdom. The controversy simply refused to die down. There were all sorts of rumours spreading across the city, but Dora knew that Odette was not the kind of person to fool around like that. She couldn¡¯t say that she knew all the ins and outs of her master, but of that she was sure. ¡°Let that be a warning to the rest of you, no matter who you are, you will all meet the same end.¡± Dora tossed the magazine into the fire. ¡°The master has returned,¡± a maid said, coming into the room. She looked about, confused by the tension in the room. Desperate to escape the situation, all the servants in the room bustled to the front door to greet their master. Dora lingered in the break room, the last to leave as she inspected the magazine, now reduced to mere ashes. She just came out of the front door shortly when Bastian¡¯s car pulled into the driveway. What seemed like an eternity, he had finally returned home ¨C six days after leaving Odette behind. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* -From what I have gathered, it seems that Franz was betrayed by the very person that had sponsored him in the first place.- Keller said, his voice crackling over the phone. Bastian sighed as he sat down, adjusting the receiver against his ear. The sea beyond the study windows was plunged into deep darkness. It was not Franz¡¯s doing. Of course it wasn¡¯t Franz, he didn¡¯t have the courage to go toe-to-toe with Bastian like this. He was a slow witted fool, but he was not stupid. -Major?- ¡°I¡¯m listening, keep going.¡± -A painting that Franz had painted, and kept in a private collection, had been stolen from his studio and hung amongst the others of the exhibit. The ringleader appears to be some unknown called Noah Hoffman, who¡¯s motives are still under investigation.- Noah Hoffman. Bastian adjusted his tie. The name was familiar to him and he was pretty sure it was the young lover who had been keeping Sandrine¡¯s bed warm. Was Sandrine using Noah to frame Franz in order to deal with Odette? The puzzle pieces fell into place easier than expected. Bastian smiled as he looked at his father¡¯s mansion, perched grandly above the bay. Lady Laviere seemed had gave hims father a significant blow. An ambitious fighter, indeed. ¡°You¡¯ve done a good job, Keller, I will take care of the rest myself.¡± -Yes, of course, I understand.- Bastian ended the call with out so much as a polite farewell and lit cigarette. Memories of the last five days played through his mind. Count Klein had announced the dissolution of the engagement between Ella and Franz the second the scandal had broken out. There was also an announcement of an official severance from his daughter with the Klauswitz family, who had tarnished the family name. It was pretty clear who the socialites would support. Several notable families had already spoken their support for the Klein¡¯s. All of Bastian¡¯s father¡¯s hard work to become a well respected member of high society had been rendered down to naught. The fact that his downfall had been brought about by his noble blood¡¯s son, whom he had been obsessed with, must have been particularly painful. Bastian tossed the cigarette out the window and picked up the receiver of the phone. It had been a long time since he had heard a familiar voice. ¡°Hello, Mr Byte? Its Bastian Klauswitz.¡± Bastian could hear the startled sound on the other end. ¡°I think I have given you long enough, what¡¯s your answer?¡± -I think I have already given you my answer.- Most news outlets had been convinced to take a step back from covering the scandal. The newspapers and magazines with the even a single word about the scandal had been destroyed. All the original film were burned. All that remained was this one last stubborn man. -I have a duty to uphold the public¡¯s right to know and you should know that this is no exception.- Mr Byte raised his voice, reaffirming his stance, blinded by the profit of the scandal. ¡°If that¡¯s your stance on the matter, Mr Byte, I will respect that.¡± Bastian¡¯s gaze shifted from the framed picture on his desk to the night sea again. ¡°I hope you all the best for the future and I would suggest you enjoy profiteering while the profits are good, you never know what the future may hold.¡± -Is that supposed to be a threat?- ¡°No, just insight that this may very well be the last issue of your magazine,¡± Bastian said, delivering his final warning calmly. -Do you really think such threats will work on me? You¡¯re not the first, you won¡¯t be the last, Major Klauswitz. You will be exposed as the two-faced hero, who makes threats like he¡¯s still at war.- ¡°Do as you will, just as I will too, to protect my wife, but know that I do not fight honourably, I am a soldier, not a nobleman, I will not be gentle.¡± Bastian brushed a hand, the same one that had discarded his tie, across his grimy face. He endured many sleepless nights, but his consciousness was awake. Mr Byte started babbling, but Bastian was done with the call and put the phone down. Sooner or later, he would try to bargain, all Bastian had to do was set the bait and then that¡¯ll be it. Bastian didn¡¯t think about the amount it was going t cost to settle, he just wanted that filthy painting out of Odette¡¯s sight. After checking the time, Bastian rang the service bell to summon a servant. The door opened in quick time, to a nervous looking Lovis. ¡°Please ready the evening meal for me and my wife.¡± ¡°Of course, sir.¡± ¡°Have it prepared in her room, I think that would be best.¡± ¡°Yes, sir, right away.¡± Lovis left the study in a rush. With the door shutting behind him, Bastian picked up the receiver again. ¨C Look, Major Klauswitz. Hear me out.- The bait was eaten faster than he thought. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* The room was left in complete silence once the maids finished setting the table. Odette stared at the food on the dinning table with a daft look of confusion. The tableware, floral arrangements, it all looked fit for a feast for a very important guest. It was an unfamiliar sight in the room that was no more than a prison. ¡°Eat,¡± Bastian said dryly. Odette had tried to escape, but Bastian had caught her and dragged her back to the mansion. She was forbidden to leave the house or to have guests. She wasn¡¯t allowed near a telephone or send letters. She was nothing more than a prisoner. ¡°What is the purpose of this?¡± ¡°I know I should have told you this before,¡± Bastian said as he took his seat and began to eat. Odette¡¯s five-day hunger strike, aimed at getting herself kicked out, was in vain. ¡°I know very well about the painting,¡± Odette said, getting to the point first. ¡°And you stayed in Ratz was to deal with it.¡± It had been hard to figure what had been happening across the city, but even if she had been shut away from the world, she would still have heard the rumours. ¡°It is all true,¡± Odette said, not moving to sit down. Bastian continued to eat his share of food in silence. ¡°I had an affair with Franz and now I am pregnant but I don¡¯t know who the father of this child is. And I ran away for fear of being found out.¡± Bastian barely reacted, seeing through the clumsy theatrics. He popped a cut of meat into his mouth. ¡°Well, do it, because its the ending you wanted,¡± Odette pleaded, closing in on the last step. Bastian lifted his emotionless face to meet hers. CH 135 ¡°Admitting that the rumours are true will give you an excuse to leave me and give you a way out of this mess. Franz will get caught in a trap and I will be stigmatised as someone who had an affair with your half-brother. It will be benefits you in many ways.¡± Odette thought she was in a position of strength as she laid out her plan. Bastian sat in silence, Odette¡¯s shadow fell across the table. As she moved closer, he caught her unique scent and his hands gripped the cutlery tighter. He sighed as he poured out another glass of velvety red wine. The flickering light of the fire made the deep shadows of his face even deeper and more tired. ¡°Please, accept the divorce and let me go, I¡¯ll bear all the blame and troubles,¡± Odette said, keeping her voice flat. Bastian sipped at his wine. It was probably due to the accumulated fatigue that his headaches were getting worse. With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. Days of relentless struggle against the tempest within him had left his heart feeling empty. ¡°What I mean,¡± she began, her tone sinking even deeper into the frosty air, ¡°is that I want to make a deal with you.¡± Finally she will be abandoned. The moment Odette learned of the scandal, she had an idea to use it to her advantage. Bastian Klauswitz, of anyone, should have a clear understanding of the repercussions of being with a woman of questionable repute. Staying with her was only going to tarnish his reputation beyond repair. No matter how important revenge was to him, would he still be willing if it meant taking such a fatal loss? ¡°No amount of explanation or evidence is going to sway public opinion, so wouldn¡¯t it be best to use this to gain some practical benefit?¡± ¡°It definitely sounds like a good deal for me,¡± Bastian said, readily agreeing to his father¡¯s downfall and Odette¡¯s ruin. It was a golden opportunity to end both at once. But there was Odette. Like a thorn in his side, her name kept clouding his judgement. ¡°I will keep our secret safe and I will not claim any rights to the child.¡± A glimmer of hope sparked in Odette¡¯s heart. Bastian hard to believe that she forced him to cast her out in the middle of winter, penniless, and bearing a child in her womb. The best revenge¡­he suddenly thought, would be to grant her wish. Her child would have no link to the Imperial family, her Uncle, the emperor wouldn¡¯t accept the child, who was born in the worst scandal. If he could use this to his advantage, get out of the quagmire and away from a child that was now nothing more than a scandalous shackle, he could cast her into an abyss she would never be able to crawl out of. A punishment that would be far greater than losing a child. ¡°Nothing will change, Odette,¡± Bastian said and reached for his cutlery again. He didn¡¯t know why. Everything about Odette defied the logic he couldn¡¯t calculate. Rejecting the Emperor¡¯s order to marry was a simple task for him. The Emperor couldn¡¯t force him. But he didn¡¯t try to resist in the slightest, choosing instead to become the emperor¡¯s pawn. When he needed a fake wife for two years, only Odette came to his mind. Though he knew that the emperor¡¯s niece was the most difficult person to manipulate, but he didn¡¯t care. Odette, he just wanted her. Ever since the first moment he had seen her all the way up until now, he wanted her no matter the losses or gains. No matter what it would take, even after love and fondness had turned to hate and malice, he wanted her and no other. ¡°Please be rational, Bastian, I¡¯m begging you.¡± Odette lost herself in thought and implored ever more desperately. Her heart became heavy and sank to the floor, a lump formed in her throat. This man was a monster that could not be reasoned with. ¡°If you leave, what do you think will come next?¡± Bastian said. ¡°Are you going to spend the rest of your miserable life carrying the child of the man who ruined you? Constantly hounded by the stigma of being divorced because you had an affair with my half-brother? Living in cheap lodges and hostels, is that what you really want, Odette?¡± Why? Odette tried to swallow the strangling lump in her throat, confusion made her head swim. Does he still think this child is useful? Does he think I haven¡¯t paid enough for my betrayal? She had prepared herself for any answer, but she still didn¡¯t expect the answer he gave. She thought hard, but couldn¡¯t find an answer. ¡°You¡¯re the only one that wants to see me miserable,¡± Odette blurted out, staring at Bastian straight in the eyes. ¡°You got what you wanted, so why are you being like this?¡± ¡°That¡¯s enough, Odette, how much more of this behaviour do you think I will put up with?¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to do this any more, you can just throw me away, let me leave.¡± ¡°You act like you¡¯re such a saint, making big sacrifices, but you¡¯re just a selfish little brat and it makes me sick. You¡¯re so willing to ruin your child¡¯s life for the sake of your pride.¡± Bastian¡¯s face was contorted with rage and tears welled up in Odette¡¯s eyes, making her cheeks go puffy and red. ¡°There is no way I will let any child of mine live in poverty, Odette,¡± Bastian said, his voice low and raspy. Franz might have been the one to have committed the crime, painting Odette for the whole world to see, but it was Bastian she hated, she resented him and she wanted to hurt him. It was an emotion she was unfamiliar with and didn¡¯t know what to do with it. ¡°Were you happy with a father who had no love for you?¡± Odette said, attempting to stab at Bastian¡¯s heart, cut him deep and hard. ¡°Were you happy with a mother that had nothing but love for you?¡± Bastian said back. A soft knock came from the door just as the two were about to cut each other with a knife of passion as sharp as any razor. Odette turned away as tears poured down her cheeks. Bastian gave a polite noise and the door opened. A maid came in carrying dessert. ¡°Please prepare something else for my wife, she can¡¯t handle this dinner right now,¡± Bastian said coolly. ¡°Warm bread and soup will do.¡± ¡°Yes, of course, sir,¡± said the maid and took Bastian¡¯s empty plate and Odette¡¯s untouched dinner away. Why? Why would you? Just as she wanted to scream at the top of her voice, Bastian turned his head. Their frozen gazes met on the glass pane. That quiet stare lingered, until the maid ¨C who was dispatched to bring Odette¡¯s meal ¨C made her return. *.¡¤:¡¤.?.¡¤:¡¤.* ¡°Does that mean the newly independent sovereign stock that Franz has bought up has become nothing more than worthless slips of paper?¡± Jeff Klauswitz said. He had been staring up at nothing in particular for quite some time. The secretary stood in the deafening silence, waiting for his response. ¡°For now, yes. The collapse of the stock value has created a little cash flow problem within the entire company. We are struggling to pay the balance of the railroad instalment and we have been seeking to get an extension.¡± ¡°Keep trying.¡± ¡°The Minister for Finance in Felia is being very stubborn. He says that if you default, then he will deal with you as per the terms of the contract.¡± Jeff reached across his desk and plucked out a cigarette from the box. Felia¡¯s finance minister, who had been the architect of the whole railroad business, decided to flip his hand in the face of Franz¡¯s break-up. When he had first heard the scandal, he dismissed it as nothing more than a childish sideshow. He reckoned he could make amends with reasonable explanations. Things might have turned out fine, if it hadn¡¯t been for the interfering Count Klein. He had fallen from the good graces and fell into the dark pits that had no bottom and Jeff had no idea where he was going to end up. ¡°I want you to process all the stocks we can squeeze cash from, ASAP,¡± Jeff said, sparking the end of the cigarette. Bastian hadn¡¯t failed to buy up all the stock, raising the prices before leaving this little bomb behind. Jeff was grateful for the noble blood flowing through Franz, else he would have gone down in even more scandal for beating the life out of his own child. ¡°That is very risky, would it not be better to abandon the railway instead?¡± the secretary said. ¡°How about you stick to your job as a secretary,¡± Jeff said firmly. He had lost enough already, he wasn¡¯t about ready to give up the title of being the Railway King too. ¡°Sir, we have a problem.¡± Without even so much as a knock, the door burst open and a pale faced, middle aged man hurried into the room. Jeff let out a huge, smoke filled sigh and rose from his seat. The pale faced man had gone out to assess the stock market. If he came back now, with news of a stock crash, Jeff was prepared for that, but in that moment, the pale faced man had other news. ¡°Illis has launched an initial public offering of stock in steel.¡± ¡°Steel? Are you sure? Steel, not the railway?¡± Deep wrinkles formed on Jeff¡¯s face and his throat went dry. The pale faced man nodded enthusiastically. ¡°Yes, sir. They unexpectedly went public. They now have the largest holding in the steel industry, after several mergers and acquisitions. The stock market is in an uproar and barring any sudden catastrophe, Steel stock prices are set to double.¡± The punishment had finally arrived. Jeff threw the ashtray across the room, just missing the pale faced man. The scream of anguish that echoed through the offices was that of a man who had paid more than double for betraying his son. The Pale faced man and the secretary thought it a good idea to look for a new jo