# Chapter 20
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Episode 20
boom!
The vibration transmitted between the palms is evident.
The smell of burning wood.
The smell of gunpowder coming from the barrel of a gun.
Anita's sense of smell was constantly tormented, with no time to distinguish which was the clearest.
It was at that moment that Lancelot returned the revolver to his hand.
"What you took care of deserves praise.
But what's the point if you don't know how to shoot?
Anita naturally turned her head to follow his profile as he passed by.
Then I looked at the silhouette scattered among the bushes and closed my eyes tightly.
ME...
People...
.
"Don't be fooled.
I killed him, not you.
"In modern society, we call it self-defense."
Lancelot scolded as if he had been waiting.
The tone is nervous, but the content is almost comforting.
But that doesn't mean I'm relieved.
Then Jill's voice was heard.
"He died instantly."
"You can open your eyes, Anita."
When I opened my eyes after taking a deep breath, a white cloth covered the servant's body.
It was the bed linen that Anita threw away.
How did all this happen?
'Where did it go wrong?'
Definitely a servant of the Edenbahir family?
'... warm.'
I pushed the hair that fell on my forehead back onto my head several times.
Anita asked a random question among dozens of questions swirling around in her head.
"How did you get here?"
Lancelot, who was silently looking at the burning mansion, glanced at her.
"Hiring a train that leaves at noon."
Trains to Buerodt run every 6 hours.
Anita left a note for Lancelot, considering that she would arrive in Buerhardt six hours later.
But let alone at 3 o'clock, did you hire a train for noon?
Isn't this a difficult statement to understand through common sense?
"What about the people who were scheduled to board the train?"
"Are you curious about this?
I rewarded them one by one.
"Jill."
It seemed so absurd that my lips couldn't move.
"compensation?
How can so many people...
"Is that possible?"
It is the overwhelming wealth of the Edenbahir family, a sea that Anita knows best, having lived right next door.
But making a train with a fixed destination and empty passengers was a different level.
It was also an incident that could leave a significant dent in someone's reputation.
Lancelot, who was looking at Anita's face, sneered lightly.
"Don't look sorry.
"Because I won't hold you to account."
No, that would be closer to an absurd expression...
.
But what's the point of just correcting facial expressions?
Black ash fell into her blond hair.
Lancelot's blond hair also swayed under the sun's rays every time the incessantly burning red flames flickered like a sunset.
"It will collapse soon.
"Let's go back."
Lancelot walked past her and out of the overgrown garden.
His clothes, both top and bottom, were wrinkled in an ugly way that didn't fit with the name 'Lancelo Edenbahir'.
He maintained a pathologically elegant appearance anytime, anywhere.
Is it because he looks disheveled, different from normal?
A strong feeling of guilt weighed on her.
'As for the servant...
Let's ask later.
It was because of me that you tried too hard and came to Buedort.
It's not too late to go back to Shabalon and ask.
Anita packed her bags and walked slowly, following Lancelot.
And he said a belated thank you.
"Thank you, Lancelot.
It would have been dangerous without you.
"I'm sorry for leaving without saying anything."
Lancelot, who was walking through the bush, stopped and looked at her.
"I should have told you this a long time ago."
He calmly warned Anita, who looked at him in silence.
"Don't trust anyone but me."
That word was the starting point.
"why...
."
Anita vomited out the questions that were buried in her throat as if she had been waiting.
"Why is this happening?
Who did this?
Who made me...
No, my father...
."
Lancelot reached inside his jacket, took out a torn piece of paper, and showed it to Anita.
"Look carefully.
This is the handwriting of the real Duke of Edenbahir.
To you, does it look the same as the handwriting on the note the doctor handed over?"
You know about the existence of the note.
Anita's expression hardened as she checked the piece of paper.
"...
No, it's different, it's a completely different handwriting.
"So the doctor tried to kill me?"
why?
"curious?"
A bitter smile appeared on Lancelot's lips.
"If you are curious, ask directly.
"Follow me before it's too late."
"Where?"
"train.
I don't plan on staying here for long.
Jill will take care of the organization of the villa.
"It is difficult to dispose of the land because it is no longer owned by Böløni."
Immediately after crossing the gate, following Lancelot who continued walking without hesitation.
Anita suddenly turned around and looked at the garden behind the door.
The fire had already devoured even the weeds in the garden.
The cloth piled in the middle of the grass is burning helplessly.
The corpse beneath him will soon become nothing but bones.
"Anita Wörøny."
"huh."
"Do you want to show mercy even to the scum who tried to kill you?"
Compassion.
Anita shook her head slightly and returned to Lancelot's side.
"just...
I thought the author's statement was necessary.
"Of course, I know you also have your own thoughts."
That man was a murderer who tried to kill Anita.
I thought it would be very dangerous not to reveal my identity or background.
Lancelot smiled slightly after hearing this.
A smile that demonstrates pure joy, not ridicule or ridicule.
'Did you know that Lancelot could smile like that?
?'
Anita asked, feeling a little dazed.
"Why are you laughing?"
The answer was simple.
"I liked what you said."
What did I just say?
No matter how much I think about it, I don't think it was a statement that would leave a good impression on Lancelot.
'I've never actually heard him say he likes him.'
I can't believe I feel better in this situation.
I was very funny to myself.
Anita left the villa, which was reduced to ashes, and returned to Buedort station.
***
They headed to the simple station located next to Buedort Station.
The train that Lancelot had rented was waiting for Anita right there.
The feeling of boarding an empty train and returning to the railway where I came from was so strange that it is difficult to describe in words.
Is it because I realize that Lancelo is by my side and that I'm safe here?
"My butt and shoulders hurt a lot."
After the train left, my whole body started throbbing.
Still, I slept well again.
I wonder what kind of problem this is after going all the way...
.
Anita, who had been falling asleep and waking up repeatedly, fully opened her eyes from a light sleep when she suddenly remembered the paper bag she had found in the villa.
"lose.
Are you awake?
We will arrive in Chabalon soon.”
Anita looked warily at the man who appeared to be Edenbahir's assistant, then nodded, recognizing that this was Lancelot's space.
"yes.
"What about Lancelot?"
"You are waiting for the lady.
"Please follow me."
I looked at the front seat to see what he was talking about, but it was empty.
Anita followed the attendant, holding her bag affectionately.
The servant went to the front carriage of the train.
One space, two spaces, three spaces...
.
When you go past four spaces like that.
Bang bang.
"Duke!"
Fear-filled screams, never heard before, began to be heard.
"Go, go, Duke!
Please save me!
It's all my fault!
Well, I have a young wife and daughter.
They say that if I, the head of the family, don't work, I will die.
It's true!"
The scream came from the passage between the carriage she had entered and the next.
'...
'That's a familiar voice.'
Inside the carriage, Lancelot was leisurely reading a book.
Even in the midst of all the commotion, the fact that he turned the pages without a care in the world was more than surprising and surprising.
Lancelot said with his eyes fixed on the book.
"I said I had a lot of questions?
"Why don't you go and ask?"
Anita, who was standing still, quickly walked towards the passage.
A man sprawled on the floor was seen through the clear glass window.
"Sir."
It was Bolchess, Edenbahir's doctor who deceived Anita.
Bolches' eyes, which were drenched in despair, blossomed as soon as he caught sight of Anita.
"Ah, Miss Anitta.
I did everything wrong.
I committed a mortal sin!
Please spare your life...
."
"Why did you do that?"
Lancelot is right.
Anita really wanted to ask this man.
I was very, very curious.
"I died and came back to life.
"The lives of your wife and daughter are so precious, but my life is so insignificant?"
"It's a misunderstanding!
I never thought that the young woman's life would be in danger...
."
"Don't say you didn't know.
You've been watching me since I was fourteen.
"You tricked me for no reason."
Bolches, who was trying to make an excuse, soon lowered his head with an expression of shame.
Anita looked at him with cold eyes, then reached into her bag and took out a paper bag.
"Is that it?
"Are you trying to kill me for this?"