# Chapter 19
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Episode 19
Shoot!
The first thing Anita welcomed was the sound of the wind on the grass.
Inside the gate, waist-high weeds blew in the wind that blew in from the plains.
'Ah, that's right.
It was a mansion like this.
I think the atmosphere was a little happier when I was younger.
With the blue sky in the background, Böløni villa had a gloomy feel that didn't suit the mood.
Anxiety took over me.
Anita shouted into the garden, which was growing like a jungle.
"Dad!
Are you in?
"It's Anitta!"
The area was quiet.
"father!"
I focused all my attention on my father's response, but the mansion was silent as death.
Sigh.
It was at that moment that the noise of old joints was heard nearby.
"lose.
"The door is open."
As the servant said, the gate of the villa was not locked.
'Someone came.'
Is my father still in there?
Anita was wary of her surroundings and entered the mansion.
"... father?"
Fortunately, the villa was not empty.
Although sparse, there were some houses full of furniture.
There were pictures hanging on the walls and vases without flowers on top of the drawers.
Although everything was covered in dust.
"I've wanted to ask you for a while.
"Are you coming here to see your father?"
"That's it for now."
“So, young man, please look up.
"I'll look down there."
"thanks."
Maybe he was tired from work and fell into a deep sleep.
However, despite searching every room on the second floor, I was unable to find any trace of my father.
'There is.
'You're not here.'
So why did the Duke of Edenbahir give her the address of the villa?
Even though he kept it a secret from Lancelot.
Returning to the room he used as a child, he sat down on a chair with a long sigh.
As Anita shifted in the creaking chair, she remembered something she had long forgotten.
"...Ah, that's right.
I made a secret storage compartment under this chair.
Feeling a little nostalgic, I removed the chairs and carpet and opened up the wooden floor.
Then, a pink pocket hidden underneath was revealed.
"I managed to remember."
Inside the pocket were girl Anita's treasures.
A white shell, a scarf with a princess on it and a candy so old it looked rotten.
'...uh?'
However, there was an item underneath the pocket that had never been seen before.
'Paper bag?'
Did I include something like this?
Even the paper bag was too clean to be considered an antique item.
It was at this time that the people below the first floor approached.
Why did they do this?
As if hiding an important secret that should not be revealed, Anita stuffed the paper bag into her purse and immediately began installing the wooden floor and carpet.
Sigh.
The door opened and a servant entered.
Anita stood still, calming her racing heart.
"Did you find anything?"
something.
An insignificant expression struck his mind.
He said it was something that was clearly not his father.
As if I came here just for that.
Anita lied with an indifferent face.
"...Because it's been a long time since I've been here.
"I can't remember where anything is."
"OK.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a place where people live."
“Because there might be something my father left behind.
"I'll have to look a little harder."
"Go ahead."
Just before leaving the room, the servant's eyes turned to Anita's bag that was parked next to the dusty bed.
"Oh, I'll take care of your bag."
It was a bag containing a revolver.
"No, it's okay.
"It's not heavy, whatever."
The attendant, who didn't take his eyes off the bag, quickly looked at Anita and went down to the first floor.
Anita had to look down the hallway as she held her breath until she heard no more footsteps.
Accident.
[A crazy person set fire to all the carriages in this area a few days ago, so it will be difficult to save them.]
[My grandmother lived nearby.
It's been a while since I came here either.]
[Did you find anything?]
[I will take care of your bag.]
Coincidence Coincidence Coincidence.
The culmination of all these coincidences was warning Anita.
Dangerous.
'I have to escape.'
But how do you escape?
Aren't all the carriages around here burned?
'Let's leave the mansion first.'
Anita packed her bag and looked as casual as possible.
Pretend to look outside for a moment and ask the farmer from before for help.
But Anita's plan faced difficulties from the beginning.
door.
Collide.
window.
Clap, clap, clap.
All entrances to the outside were locked.
Looking through the glass window, I saw that every window and door was locked from the outside.
'There's no way it could have been placed in such a short period of time.
'I put it on before I came.'
Even worse was what happened next.
'...fire?'
Black smoke rose from the kitchen.
It wasn't just the kitchen.
Smoke was also rising from the living room.
Anita ended up swearing violently for the first time in her life.
"You son of a bitch!"
She ran to the back and knocked on the door as hard as she could.
Bang bang!
"Is there anyone out there?
"There's someone trapped inside!"
Bang bang bang!
"Help me!
"There's someone inside!"
I had to use a different move.
Perhaps because it was a wooden mansion, the fire spread surprisingly quickly.
There was a high probability that Anita would be roasted first, before outsiders noticed the fire.
He took refuge in a room on the second floor and opened the window.
Fortunately, the second floor window was not locked...
.
'It's okay, Anitta.
Let's calm down.
Don't panic...
'It's much better to break your leg than die in a fire.'
If there was a silver lining to the misfortune, it was that the weeds surrounding the mansion had grown thickly.
Anita gathered up all the faded curtains and bedding, tied them up, and threw them into the bush.
If you fall there, you won't be seriously injured.
I hypnotized myself and hugged my bag.
'Let's focus.
All you have to do is drop down there.
The longer it takes, the more difficult this becomes.
Let's just take three deep breaths and fall.
One two three!
'...Ha, once again.
One two three!
Anita threw herself onto the pile of cloth.
"Oh!"
My head was spinning, my butt hurt like it was going to break, and my whole body was tingling.
But Anita didn't have time to focus on the shock that hit her body.
That's because right before I fell from the second floor, I made eye contact with an attendant standing in the garden.
Anita opened her bag and took out a revolver, moving faster than ever.
And he pointed at the head of the servant who was about to attack him.
"Don't move."
Thud, thud.
Anita's heart was pounding like it was going to explode.
It's incredible.
"who are you."
On the contrary, my hands shook with tension, my mind became cold, and my vision became clear.
"What are you looking for in this villa?"
As breathing became more consistent, the muzzle twitching gradually stabilized.
"What do you want from me?"
The servant asked back.
"Do you want to be an assassin?"
He had a completely different expression on his face than when he came here.
The callous and cold eyes made Anita even more nervous.
A secret voice whispered to her.
"If you kill me, you will become a murderer.
Do you want to put pressure on Lancelot and the Edenbahir family, who took pity on the young girl?"
Suddenly, the eyes of the servant, who hadn't even finished speaking, widened in surprise.
It was at that moment that a familiar smell enveloped Anita's back.
A large white hand reached behind my tense shoulder.
The heat that naturally settled in Anita's hand, which was holding the trigger, whispered softly.
"Give up your hands, Anita Wörøny."
Despite the arrogant command, Anita's hand holding the trigger did not move.
Instead, she turned her head and checked the face of the person behind her.
Lancelot.
"Anitta. hand."
How fast...?
But Lancelot's finger took control of the trigger much faster than the question could leave his mouth.
His hand pulled something.
boom!
I think I heard a scream.
She tried to look forward again, but Lancelot's other hand kept Anita's head in place.
He made eye contact and spoke with his usual expression.
"You're just looking at me like that."
Then a second shot rang out.