# Chapter 11
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Episode 11
Frozen green eyes, devoid of any sensation of warmth, stared wide at her.
Lancelot was dressed neatly and neatly, not even the usual wrinkles on his shirt were visible.
There wasn't a speck of dust on his shoes and his tie was still tight and unbuttoned.
The only difference was that her fine and delicate features, as if made of silver thread, had become deeper.
The fact that her neck, which was as thin and long as Anita's, became strong as if it would never break.
On the contrary, the fingers carefully placed on his legs were long enough to break his neck in one fell swoop.
His familiar but infinitely unfamiliar appearance made Anita hesitate.
'There is nothing to be surprised about.
"It's even stranger that this hasn't changed in two years."
I took a deep breath and approached him.
It was only after Anita stood in front of Lancelot that she realized she had forgotten to say hello.
"bed."
...bed?
Lancelot looked closely at every part of her face and spoke again.
"I can't see the bed.
Where did you spend last night?
Lady Alexandra's house?
"I know it will take more than half a day."
Lady Alexandra was Anita's youngest aunt, but they did not have a close relationship.
Anita, aware that her throat was suddenly blocked, cleared her throat slightly and responded.
"Sleeping...
"I couldn't hear it because my mind was too busy."
Lancelot, who had been looking at her silently, stood up silently.
Anita took a step back without realizing it as her field of vision widened.
Otherwise, Lancelot's height would have grown to the point that it would be difficult to make eye contact.
If I'm not mistaken, he seemed to be taller than his father, and his noticeable growth made Anita feel distant.
"What was your last meal?"
"I think it was last night."
"With what?"
"Just enough leftover food."
"How can I do this in moderation?"
His steps made a wide circle around the room and soon he returned to Anita's side.
The two were silent for a while.
Lancelot did not prompt her, but calmly waited for her answer.
The eyes that look without blinking a single eyelid are dark and light.
His pale, white face looked like that of a nobleman, or even more so because he was a nobleman, like the face of a wax doll.
Lancelot is as cold and hard as ever.
Lancelot is as cold and heartless as he has been every day.
Anita's head slowly fell.
Lancelot's lips, which were tightly intertwined with his, silently opened.
"I didn't mean to question you."
Anita's eyes widened.
She was surprised.
I wondered what those big and small dots on the floor were, but I had no idea they were my tears.
"Anitta."
I reflexively rubbed my cheek.
It's not an illusion.
His tears were right.
I didn't even know they were tears because it had been a long time since I cried.
'Originally, it was supposed to fall without warning like this.'
A slightly hoarse voice came from above.
"I apologize if I was offended.
"I opened my mouth arbitrarily without considering your situation."
"No no."
I'm not trying to get an apology.
Anita quickly wiped her eyes and raised her head.
And I expressed my sincere gratitude.
“I’m not doing this because I’m questioning you.
It's because you came.
I think I cried because I was so happy you came.
Thank you, Lancelot.
Lancelot's beautiful lips slowly closed.
Anita, seeing this, lowered her head again.
It was because I was once again overflowing with emotion trying to express it in words.
"Thank you, really, for coming to see me."
Why don't the tears stop?
I haven't seen you in two years.
Lancelot has not changed.
He was a true friend.
Lancelot's long shadow over his head seemed to silently embrace his anxiety.
It wasn't a handshake or a shoulder massage, but it was an invaluable comfort to Anita.
After the tears stopped, embarrassment took precedence over joy or depression.
It was the first time I cried in front of Lancelot since I was young.
Since I grew up, I have never cried in front of anyone, including Lancelot.
It may be due to the influence of his father, who taught him from a young age to never show weakness in front of others.
It was a moment when my tears dried and I touched my soft cheeks.
"Is that all you have?"
I slowly turned my head in response to Lancelo's question, which broke the long silence.
His eyes were fixed on the suitcase of luggage that was stored at the back of the room.
"huh."
"It's not much."
"Workers who don't know where they work leave carrying all their belongings.
"I didn't have time to take care of that."
"Where are you staying?"
It cannot be possible.
But I calmed my voice so it sounded as good as possible.
"I plan to get it soon."
"expected?"
The eyebrows that were furrowed became distorted without hesitation as they turned to Anita.
"When exactly?"
"maybe...today."
Thanks to Lancelot and Jill, I felt like I could get a decent job.
Anita planned to return to the work center after sharing the news as soon as possible.
"Come with me."
Of course, due to Lancelot's personality, they will immediately try to take him to Edenbahir.
I can't believe you suggested we get together right away without even thinking about it.
I felt my nose water again with gratitude.
But you can't cry twice in an unpleasant way.
Anita shook her head resolutely.
"no.
Just the fact that you came to see me face to face like this is enough.
"I feel energized."
"Explain how something is enough."
His eyebrows furrowed into shallow furrows.
It was a dissatisfied face.
However, it would have been right for others to refuse Lancelo's help.
Lancelot lived peacefully, without major scandals, even at the so-called marriageable age of aristocratic society.
Meanwhile, if word had spread that Anita was in debt to the mansion, an embarrassing situation could have arisen.
She didn't want to see Lancelot become the target of dirty rumors.
"I don't feel like I wasted more than 20 years.
You gained a friend who truly cares about you.
So don't give up and stay strong."
"Have you thought about it?"
"Uncle Vlad introduced me to a job."
Lancelot's eyes narrowed.
He extended his hand with a graceful gesture that didn't seem forced at all.
"Can I check what kind of work it is?"
After a brief hesitation, he handed over the director's business card, which was ugly and crumpled from being so polished.
Lancelot was reluctant to meet Vlad.
If you think about it, there are a handful of people he likes, but Vladman was especially reluctant.
He looked at the business card and let out a small laugh.
"Are you a maid?"
The business card she handed over disappeared into Lancelot's inner jacket pocket.
“At least I’m not even a tutor.
"A maid."
To be more precise, it would be lucky if you managed to find a job as an employee.
I didn't tell you anything.
"As long as I can work, I have no intention of doing so."
My business card was suddenly taken away, but I memorized my address and phone number so there would be no problem.
"Anita Wörøny.
"What do you think you would do if you were me?"
I looked at him silently, wondering what he meant.
Lancelot looked a little stuffy in the empty room and began to unbutton his sleeves, which were closed tightly.
"You said I was the best friend of your life.
"Except Casa Cláunia."
"...
"Did I say that?"
"It had a similar meaning.
"Don't answer."
These words came from his mouth, so they couldn't be lies.
I think I went crazy without even knowing it.
My face turned red because I was embarrassed.
"It's not that different just because it's me.
"If you weren't important to me, I wouldn't have come running here at this hour."
This was a very surprising statement for Anita, who had seen Lancelot for a long time.
Lancelot is a man who shows through actions, not words.
To be more precise, verbal expressions have almost evaporated.
For him, language was largely just a tool for scolding, slandering, giving advice, and exchanging information.
How could Lancelot say something so important to a living person?
I was moved and in disbelief, so I asked with a foolish expression.
"Am I one of your most important friends?"
"Are you going to say it can't be like that?"
The cold look cast on my face scolded me for saying such nonsense.
"These are not empty words."
Three steps away, Lancelot's green eyes spoke to her.
"If it weren't for you too, you wouldn't try to make me an incompetent and heartless friend."
Lancelot's straight steps passed Anita and stopped at the door.
And he declared in a firm voice that he would not allow any further objections.
"I will help you, Anita Wöröny.
"That way, the time I've known you won't be in vain."
"Lancelus."
"Is it difficult?
Well then, let me help you think on the easier side.
Don't worry about your face.
"Just think about me and the reputation of Claunia House."
A cold face looked at Anita.
"The Duke of Edenbahir and the head of the Böløni family are well-known business partners in this area.
When you leave, not only because your biological father is missing, but also because your possessions have been taken away.
What will people think of Edenbahir?"
The fall of Wöröni and the disappearance of the head of the family.
Edenbahir, investor and partner who pretends not to know the only son there.
What Lancelot meant was clear.
Pretending not to know her is a perfect situation for Edenbahir to create unpleasant misunderstandings.
"I'll wait downstairs."
He turned his back and left the room without any regrets.