# Chapter 21
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Episode 21
However, when Bolches checked the paper bag, his expression was confused, as if he didn't understand what she was saying.
Anita ignored him and opened the paper bag.
Inside was a small, carefully folded letter.
Go see Hicksen's lawyer, Georges Fager.>'father.'
The corners of my eyes felt hot.
This handwriting, this phrase, this tone.
Everything my father wrote was correct.
'When the hell did you prepare something like this?'
Although Bolches's lie had brought Anita to the village, it seemed certain that her father had anticipated the day's events.
So, he must be alive somewhere on this earth.
"But you look for Hicksen's lawyer."
Furthermore, the only thing inside the paper bag was this paper.
There was no address listed where the person named Georges resides...
"Well, I don't know anything.
"The ghost, the attacker, who came in the night simply demanded that I hand over the note."
Bolches muttered in a passive voice.
"A stranger gave it to you?"
"yes.
A man in a shabby hat gave it to me.
It's not a lie!
There is no need to harm anyone... just...
When handing this note to the young lady, just say that it is a message from His Excellency the Duke...
."
"Were you paid to tell that lie?"
"...
...
."
Bolches' silent response only defends himself to the end.
If what he said was true, there would be no more questions.
Anita let out a long sigh and handed the paper bag containing the note to Lancelot.
It seemed like he could recognize the person on this note.
“I found it in the villa.
"It contains a note my father left for me."
But in reality, Lancelot just looked at the paper bag.
"Check what's inside again."
"...
"Check?"
"OK.
Check and memorize."
I really don't have anything to memorize.
I thought there must be a reason, so I checked the contents of the note again.
And then I put it back in the paper bag.
"Did you memorize it?"
"huh."
Only then did Lancelo, who was sitting as if he had been nailed, stand up.
He naturally handed over the paper bag, stood in front of the hall and ordered chess.
"Bolchess."
Bolchess, who was sitting, looked up with eyes filled with fear.
"Yes Yes?"
"I'll let you live however you want.
Instead, there are conditions.”
"Um, are you sure?
Whatever the conditions, just say...
."
"If that monster comes to see you, tell him clearly."
Standard.
The tip of the paper bag is rolled up in black.
In the blue flames, the distorted paper, like the roots of an old tree, turned into a small pile of ash and fluttered away.
Lancelot was burning a paper bag with a lighter.
Without even checking the content himself.
"Only Anita Wöröny knows Vincent Wöröny's will, so if you want to steal it, come find it yourself.
"In front of me."
"Go, thank you!"
That's why I told you to memorize it.
'Hicksen's lawyer, Georges Fager.'
Georges Fager.
Georges Fager.
Although Anita remembered the faceless lawyer's name several times, Boltzes was dragged off the train by Edenbahir's servants.
"Thank you for saving my life, Duke!
Miss Anita!
Thank you thank you...
."
Although the train stopped, it did not stop at the station.
'But I can see Shabalon from here.'
If you walked, it would take about half a day to get there.
Anita was secretly surprised that she had almost reached her destination in the blink of an eye.
I was very tired.
Furthermore, it doesn't stop at the station...
.
[If that weirdo comes to see you, tell him clearly.]
[Only Anita Wöröny knows Vincent Wöröny's will, so if you want to steal it, come find it yourself.
In front of Lancelot Edenbahir.]
Anita, who was thinking about Lancelot's provocation, composed herself and asked.
“Lancelus.
"Do you know who the monster you were talking about is?"
The stopped train started moving again.
Lancelot supported her body as she lost her balance and trembled.
And whispered.
"Edenbahir."
what?
The hand that was holding Anita's waist tightly slowly moved away.
At first I thought it was some kind of pun.
'Does that mean it's Lancelot himself?'
No, not Lancelot.
If Lancelot was a monster, he wouldn't have hired an entire train to save her.
Duke Edenbahir, who was lying in a hospital bed, was indeed being taken advantage of, so neither was he.
So who's left?
"Is the great lady after my father's will?"
Lancelot's silence is an affirmation.
It was so absurd that I couldn't help but sigh.
"How disgusting I am to my father!"
"aversion?"
"no?"
"It's creative logic.
Unfortunately not."
"then?"
"property."
I feel sorry for Lancelot, but for Anita the property was the most creative response.
As his family had owned silver mines and farmland for generations, Wöröni was able to accumulate a considerable amount of wealth.
In particular, the wealth accumulated by his father's generation was on a different level from that of Korean and American noble families.
'But this only happens when Korean-American noble families are the subject of comparison.'
It was never enough for the great lady of Edenbahir to lust after him.
Lancelot whispered with a face that could clearly see Anita's heart.
"You don't know anything.
Do you know how much wealth is tied to the name of Vincent Wöröni?
How much was it?
It was a time when I was helping my father calculate the size of his fortune, which I had roughly guessed.
"One third of the properties belonging to the nobles of Montebbio."
"...what?"
“You’ve probably heard of the Kalas High School Trust, right?
As you know, there are two owners of this company.
Vincent Wöröni and Duke Edenbahir."
Kalasgo Trust is a real estate company founded by his father and the Duke of Edenbahir.
I heard it was very big, but I didn't know the details because my father and other businessmen were responsible for matters related to the Kalas High School Trust.
"What Grandma wants is her father's share of authority over the company.
"It is also a right that will pass to you due to his disappearance."
"Wöröny is bankrupt.
Then, of course, the Kalasgo Trust property...
."
"It won't fall.
"Strictly speaking, your father's authority is not the ownership of the company's assets."
Rights that the founder of Kalasgo Trust may have.
Among them, there were few rights that great nobles like the Grand Lady could covet.
"Are you talking about investment management rights?"
Kalasgo Trust's investment management rights relate to the overall management and control of investments.
'I heard that investment management rights are close to nominal rights.'
Has the atmosphere become ambiguous since I inherited the rights?
Lancelot, who was leaning against the glass window, nodded briefly in response to Anita's question.
In an instant, there was a sudden understanding.
"...
"I think that's why he asked me to marry him."
He was silent for a moment and then opened his lips very slowly.
"The Grand Lady tries to control and dominate me and Edenbahir.
My father also tried to escape the Grand Lady's hands for years... well.
"It seemed like an abject failure to me."
It was a confession that may have seemed a little sudden, but for Anita, the discord between Edenbahir and her godmother was not new.
In fact, the grand lady constantly gives Lancelot one-sided affection.
"I have no intention of repeating my father's failure.
To do this, I have to make Edenbahir completely mine, and to take him away, I need strength."
In the last part, Lancelot's green eyes were looking straight at Anita.
"You find your father.
Or you can take revenge.
It's okay to get your rights back.
Instead, I protect you...
."
Protect the investment management rights of Kalasgo Trust.
"Don't complicate things, Anita Wöröny.
Would it be easy to think of this as a thing called marriage?"
A low voice entered Anita's ears and murmured affectionately.
It was the gentlest, gentlest voice Lancelot had ever spoken to her.
"When it's all over, I will divorce you immediately.
Of course you don't make children.
Don't let what's left between us hold you back.