# Chapter 28
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Episode 28
Anita looked at Countess Milena, who was sprawled on the sofa like a cat.
It was unfamiliar to me to see a noble lady like her, who was not bound by dignity.
"I've never seen anyone as honest as the Countess."
"I think we should be honest in front of the Duchess.
Usually, those who are sorry show their true feelings.
"I have to earn your wife's trust, right?"
"Do you need my trust?"
"Of course."
"Is the Countess someone I can trust?"
"Absolutely."
"So, is it okay if I test that trust just once?"
Countess Milena's eyes took on an interesting shine.
Overall, the dull and sleepy impression seemed to have regained vitality like never before.
"What test are you talking about?"
"Please investigate a person."
"What if it's a person?"
"Vlad McCoy."
Vlad McCoy, his father's longtime business partner and close friend.
A man who looked after Anita like a niece.
Also, the man who told him about his father's disappearance.
“I need to find out if the Wöröni family property belongs to him.
"It seems like there's a high probability of that happening."
***
The doorbell rang, signaling noon.
The sound that it's time for the long-awaited wedding.
Anita headed to the patronage, being attended to by an adult Edenbahir whose name she could barely remember.
The summer sky was clear.
'warm.'
If it weren't for the veil covering my face, I wouldn't have been able to open my eyes properly in the sunlight.
'Looks like Claunia didn't come after all.'
I wanted to see your surprised face at your marriage to Lancelot.
It takes about a week to arrive by boat and train, so the wedding invitation may have just arrived.
The decorated ceremony hall in the back garden was more calm than flashy.
There was no time to memorize and forget Duke Edenbahir's passing.
So, we had no choice but to hold the wedding silently.
"Anitta.
When the door opens, go forward with Norman.
Lancelo will be standing in front of White Road.
"Please stand in front of the podium with Lancelot."
Norman also took on the role of escorting Anita.
"Hello, Norman.
Please take care of me."
I looked up to say hello, but never made eye contact with her. never.
'It's a little hard to say this, but...
'That's childish.'
Why on earth did Lancelot name this man as his father's replacement?
A part of my heart felt uncomfortable for no reason.
Creaking.
The bell announcing the wedding rang three times and the stone gate built exactly in the center of the garden was opened.
Dozens of pairs of eyes shot out like arrows and landed all over Anita's body.
Although the view was somewhat obscured by a veil, I could feel the guests' curious gazes.
Wife of the next Duke of Edenbahir.
The daughter of a man without any title.
A woman who may inherit the investment management rights of the Callasgo Trust.
Whatever nickname is used for Anita, guests attending this event may be turned away for saying just one thing.
"You're on the list."
At this time, there was no bride whose status was dramatically higher than hers.
Eventually, Norman let go of Anita's hand.
It arrived in front of Lancelot.
Thud, thud.
As soon as I noticed his presence, my heart started beating rapidly.
Yes that's right.
I'm going to marry him now.
From today onwards, Lancelot is mine...
.
'Calm down, let's calm down.'
I caught my breath and swallowed dry saliva.
It was difficult to keep my mind clear, perhaps because the wedding dress compressed my chest.
He took Anita's hand.
It was a reunion with Lancelot after just two days.
According to Edenbahir tradition, the bride and groom are not allowed to stay in the same room a week before the wedding until the wedding begins.
I think there was some big reason behind it, but I couldn't remember exactly.
This is because Lancelot lowered his head slightly and made eye contact with her through the veil.
Anita asked softly.
"What's the matter?
"What's on my face?"
"no."
He immediately denied it and stopped in front of the podium.
The bell rang five times to indicate that the bride and groom had arrived in front of the podium.
Meanwhile, Lancelot's head was lowered towards Anita again.
The eyes looked extremely uncomfortable.
"you...
."
"why?"
"...
...
."
"Don't hesitate in your words and if you have something to say, say it.
No, do it, Lancelot.
"I'm anxious because you don't speak in this situation."
Lancelot's whisper came a little late.
"Your skin isn't good.
"I feel like I'm going to pass out."
Iced coffee.
It wasn't a big deal.
"I was nervous...
"I guess so."
The green eyes, filled with a strange look, looked away.
Norman holding a silver sword and Matilda holding a scabbard stood on the platform.
The height of the platform was about two feet higher than the ground they were standing on.
Of the two, it was Norman who came first.
He raised his silver sword with a very solemn expression.
He examined the blade of the fine silver sword as if he were a knight, then set it aside and handed it to Lancelot.
With an extremely benevolent expression.
"Please take good care of Miss Anita Wöröny, Lancelot."
Lancelot looked at Norman silently for a moment.
He didn't even lift his chin.
To be more precise, it looked like he was just looking at me, like he didn't even bother lifting his chin.
When Lancelot did not immediately receive the silver sword, the atmosphere in the wedding hall also began to change strangely.
Norman's face slowly hardened.
Hwiik.
Lancelot, holding the hilt of the silver sword, sharply turned the blade towards Norman's neck.
"oh my God."
Norman's gasp of astonishment echoed unpleasantly among the clientele.
Anita was equally surprised.
He thought that Lancelot's silver sword had cut off Norman's head.
It may not have cut all the way through the bone, but the angle was such that it wouldn't be strange to cut deep into the skin.
Lancelot seemed to be warning Norman in front of everyone.
Don't you dare put my wife's name in your mouth.
Unlike the first, the second silence was filled with surface tension.
Matilda swallowed dryly, smiled stiffly, and held out a sword scabbard surrounded by ornate reliefs.
"Lancelo, from now on, you and Miss Anita Wöröni will look after and care for each other...
."
Lancelot snatched the hem from Matilda before she could finish speaking.
"No need for a final speech.
Let me take your heart.
"I wonder if such a thing exists."
Matilda, who became stiff at the cold voice, smiled awkwardly.
At least she seemed to have better coping skills than Norman.
'For this reason, I appointed Jong-suk and my aunt as my parents' replacements.'
Anyway, how can you show such blatant hostility in front of so many people?
"Miss Anita Wöröny."
Lancelot's beautiful blonde hair shone in the summer sun.
He silently made eye contact and knelt towards Anita.
It was an elegant appearance that looked like nothing.
Lancelot offered him a silver sword.
"I will give my soul to you.
Please accept my sword."
Edenbahir's silver sword.
A being that symbolizes the purity and soul of the head of the family.
Even though I knew it was just for show, my breath was shaking.
I felt that if I received this silver sword, I would truly become one with him, a complete couple.
'...
'Isn't it okay to feel this way?'
Wouldn't it be normal to be immersed in the overwhelming emotions boiling in your heart at just this moment in your life?
My fingertips felt numb from the tension.
Anita bent down to receive Lancelot's sword.
My back.
My back...
.
'huh?'
Why does my body's center of gravity shake?
Is it because my chest has been compressed for a long time?
In a split second, my body was tilted diagonally as dizziness hit me like rain.
Taang!
It was at that moment that a horrible sound echoed in my ears.
It was quiet as if the world had collapsed.
A projectile, clearly a bullet, was fired at Anita from afar.
"Anitta!"
For the first time in his life, Lancelot's eyes filled with amazement cried out her name.