# Chapter 17
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Episode 17
There was nothing wrong with Lancelot's argument.
With the family's downfall and her father's disappearance, it was true that Anita's security was shaky.
but...
.
'I have to find the villa somehow.'
Since today's events cannot be revealed immediately, wouldn't it be ambiguous to reveal the existence of the villa here?
The longer the answer took, the colder Lancelo's eyes became.
"I don't know why you're shaking your head, but make sure you get this part right.
Don't go alone.
Don't think of it as a nuisance.
"Don't even think of it as overprotection."
"huh."
Lancelot seemed to disapprove of Anita, who responded in a low voice but did not force any further statements.
The conversation between the two ended naturally when Lancelot's gaze strayed out the window.
As silence came, the matter with Lancelot, which had been postponed for so long, slowly emerged from the surface of oblivion.
— Now that I think about it, you didn't mention marriage.
He seemed quite determined.
Did he change his mind overnight?
If that's the case, I'm happy.
Soon, Lancelot's lips, which were tightly closed, slowly opened.
"If you have something to say, say it."
"huh?"
"You have a serious face."
Anita's mood became strange.
It wasn't because of the marriage, but because of what Lancelot said.
"The man said something similar."
The gaze that was fixed on the passing landscape turned to Anita.
Instead of just looking at her with his eyes like before, Lancelot's entire attention was focused on her, including her upper body.
"Every time I tell a lie, I don't smile with my eyes, but only with my mouth.
"Do you think so too?"
"no."
It was a denial that did not cause even a moment of concern.
"OK?
Then just do it in front of strangers...
."
"You don't have any habits like that."
Lancelot calmly interrupted the conversation and let out a slight sneer.
It was a mockery directed at someone other than Anita.
"Is someone discovering your habits that even I couldn't find? jargon."
Then I look out the window again without realizing it.
Anita realized the meaning later and blamed herself.
'I was deceived by that man.'
The man did not notice Anita's habit of lying every time she lied.
I just thought about it.
The more I think about it, the more suspicious the wizard becomes.
You shouldn't go near the amusement park for now.
—But why did Lancelot go to the trouble of sending me a small child?
Although it is the price of a mission he does not regret.
I could have called his name from afar.
'...ah.'
At the end of the short but long series of questions, Anita suddenly realized something.
Lancelot knows who this man is.
***
Early morning the next day.
As soon as Anita opened her eyes, she prepared to leave and went to Duke Edenbahir's room.
Moving her legs quickly but silently, she turned at the fork in front of the stairs and headed for the opposite passage.
I don't know what the wind was blowing, but there was a photo I wanted to see.
"Nouaja."
She stopped and looked at the wall.
I don't know how long it has been since I saw this photo face to face.
For the past few years, Anita has been avoiding the work ahead of her, "The Wise Men Taught by Nuaja."
Because every time she was here, she remembered the grand lady's disdainful gaze looking at her.
'Is it because of the two year gap?
Strangely, I feel fine now.
Anita looked into Nuaja's eyes, shining with the golden light of the sun.
'Lancelo's eyes were exactly that color.'
Memories of that day still come back to me often.
10 years ago, the day I escaped from the great lady with the help of Lancelot.
That day when Lancelot fell out of bed, he had dozens of convulsions and screamed in pain.
'Still, I'm happy that Lancelo regained his health after that day.'
Lancelot was so sick from birth that he was unable to leave his room.
But that Lancelot no longer exists.
My health has noticeably improved since that incident 10 years ago.
However, the day Lancelot's eyes glowed gold, Anita's body was left with an indelible stab wound.
Surprisingly, the stab wounds rarely caused pain.
Every day, when her wounds hurt, Anita had strange dreams.
A dream of a huge golden dragon eating me.
'Why did Lancelot's eyes look golden back then?'
Aren't the pupils long and slit like those of a reptile?
Edenbahir is a descendant of the golden dragon Nuaja.
I vaguely understand it to be related to Nuaja.
There is no way to know exactly how this is related.
Thinking this way only adds to the issue.
Pushing away her disturbing thoughts, Anita went to Duke Edenbahir's room.
Fortunately, the Duke's doctor was present for the morning interview.
"Doctor.
Could you forward this note to Lancelot?
"It's 3pm today."
The doctor looked at the note Anita held out with uncomfortable eyes.
"This...
So this is a strange letter?"
"no.
Absolutely not.
"I just have to show it at 3 o'clock."
I thought about it all night, but I also didn't want to deceive Lancelot.
Anita decided to leave Chabalon first and then tell Lancelot when the next train was due.
Fortunately, the doctor accepted Anita's request.
As Lancelot had requested, she headed to the human resources center with her companion.
"oh my god!
Who is it?
Aren't you Miss Anita?
What brings you here? yes?"
And he made a demand to the director who ran to him, even abandoning his guests.
"Please lend me some money and a gun.
"I'll return it to you in two days."
An expression of embarrassment appeared on the face of the attendant who followed him.
"Miss Anitta.
The weapon...
."
"haha!
There's no problem with the gun.
If it's money... how much?"
"It's not much, just the price of a train ticket.
No, the price of two tickets.
"I'll pay double in a week."
The director snorted with a fuming face.
"Huh.
You don't even need to pay that much!
Yes.
"Think of it as your money and use it comfortably!"
I casually opened my wallet and asked for additional funds.
In an amount that you don't have to worry about at meals.
"now.
So, to Lancelot...
Please spread the word carefully. yes?"
"thank you."
The weapon the director lent me was a revolver.
Anita took the money and the revolver and went to the police station.
Only after purchasing two tickets to Buerhardt at 9 am did the servant, who noticed his situation, ask in an anxious voice.
"lose.
"What the hell are you trying to do?"
"I'm not planning to do anything in particular, I'm just going to the villa in Buord."
"What Lancelot said...
."
"I left a letter.
"Don't worry, I'll go and be back soon."
"Then why the gun...?" ."
"You don't know what's going to happen when you're gone for two days, right?
"I'm good at shooting, so don't worry."
In fact, there was a revolver with her name engraved on it that her father gave her as a gift, but she didn't bring it with her.
Because I didn't want to lose him.
Although I asked twice, I didn't think the attendant's anxious look would go away.
Before getting on the train.
Anita handed a note with her personal details to the station's employees.
"hello.
I'm that kind of person.
"If the Edenbahir family finds me, tell them I took the 9 o'clock train and got off at Buedort station."
The woman looked at the personal details written on the paper along with the small fee and nodded rudely.
"Of course."
10 minutes later.
The train to Buedort left.
It was exactly two hours later that Lancelot learned of Anita's long absence.
***
"Lancelus."
The gaze that was fixed on the book turns to Jill.
Lancelot receives calls dozens of times a day.
After being called for almost two years, I was now able to guess what he was doing just by listening to his voice.
Let your senses tell you.
Jill's call now is probably...
It seemed like it would bring some rather tiring news.
"Miss Anita left a note."
That was correct.
widely.
Lancelot closed the book tightly and threw it on the bed and asked back in a rough voice.
"leave?"
Jill, who had an embarrassed expression on her face, swallowed dry saliva and replied.
"yes. run away...
No, going home?
Should I say I'm going to become a monk?"
"The luggage is."
"It's the same thing, but...
"I think it'll take two days to get back."
Two days.
That's what I asked, two days?
Something was strange.
Anita was not a self-indulgent tomboy.
The Anita that Lancelot knew was extremely rational and not very spontaneous.
This means that today's tour was planned at least a day in advance.
Sure enough, Jill delivered something to Lancelot.
"Here is Lady Anita's note given by Mr.
Bolches."