# Chapter 48
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Episode 48
"yes.
I drew in each photo...
I was convinced when I saw the unique shape of the fog.
I'm sure it's your daughter's work.
A work that depicts the dawn of a city surrounded by gray fog, a work that depicts Hicksen's story, and a work that depicts city women.
"There were three of us."
"These are the drawings my daughter made for the De Munsel school entrance exam!
Do you happen to have all three?
"No, I only have one piece in my possession right now.
The other two...
."
"Madame Edenbahir will know about the other two."
Anita and Georges' heads turned to the same place.
Lancelot spoke for the first time since entering this mansion.
His eyes were fixed on the painting hanging on the opposite wall.
"The godfather was the one who caused the bankruptcy of the Bölöni family by being blinded by the Kalasgow Trust's investment management rights.
There is a high probability that the Wöröni family will keep all of their assets without wasting any of them.
"It may contain evidence that could lead to the loss of investment management rights."
Georges's expression sank as hard as a branch hit by a downpour.
I didn't think that Georges, who had read every article he could find before meeting her, didn't know about the Oracle of Callasgo.
Anita comforted Georges.
"Don't worry.
I have no intention of my father's belongings being taken by my godmother.
"I will definitely retrieve your daughter's items."
"no.
How much help do my wife and I get from Mr.
Wöröni?
Can I get help from his daughter, the Duchess...
."
"So how about helping Anita?"
A cold gaze fixed on Georges.
Even if she gave in a hundred times, her gaze didn't seem friendly and Anita felt a little embarrassed.
"Who are you?"
Lancelot's presence also seemed to go unnoticed in Georges' eyes.
"I know he is not the duchess's cousin.
"If both eyes were intact, it would be difficult not to be suspicious."
Anita felt a pang inside.
'Oh yes.
Because I checked all the newspapers the day before...
.'
It would be impossible not to recognize Duke Edenbahir's face.
Lancelot responded with an indifferent expression.
"Do you know anything so well?
So you understand that too.
"Why did Anita marry me?"
Long fingers intertwine and rest on Lancelot's braided legs.
He hadn't even eaten a piece of black tea.
"Do you think your wife's life was saved by some lucky favor?"
Anita started to feel anxious.
"Lancelus."
"Anita came here at the will of the late Lord Wöröni.
"But poor Georges Fager here, in addition to receiving Lord Wöröni's favor, is about to receive another favor from his daughter."
"Wait a minute, Lancelot.
Which means...
."
“Say something like that?
What words?
If I hadn't followed you, you would have returned with sympathy for the author's plight and the burden of having to care for his dead daughter's belongings.
Just like your father, you only do good things.
"Because I empathize with people in similar situations."
Still, I must say that it is not right to say this.
Looking into Lancelot's cold eyes, I couldn't bear to open my mouth.
"My wife lost her father at the hands of a dirty nobleman...
"She does everything in her power to recover her belongings and get revenge, even putting herself at risk for me."
"...
...
."
"It's not enough for someone to tell their personal story in front of you, full of pity and hatred.
Even though I knew his situation was no different, I remained quiet and observed the virtues of father and daughter, one after the other.
"Isn't that really unfair treatment?"
At that moment, a heavy silence fell between them.
Rattling.
There was a sound of something falling down the stairs.
When I turned my head, I saw a slender, middle-aged woman sitting at the bottom of the stairs, holding a wooden cane.
"...honey?"
Uh, huh.
The middle-aged woman, breathing heavily, ignored Georges' call and stood in front of Anita.
It was a look that conveyed a strong determination that was difficult to explain, so Anita calmed her frightened heart and looked at the woman.
"princess."
The woman knelt in front of Anita and lowered her head to the floor.
"Madam, Duchess!
I am that man's wife.
"Please take this person away!"
Georges, shocked, ran to the woman's side and tried to lift her shoulders.
"Honey!
What are you doing?
How can someone who is unhealthy come here...
."
Sigh.
With a loud rubbing sound, Georges' cheek turned to the other side.
The woman opened her lips in a low but firm voice.
"I've been looking at you wrong, Georges.
"Is that all you could say to your benefactor's daughter?"
And then he tilted his head at Anita again.
"Duchess, I beg you.
Please take my husband with me.
Give him a job.
Even if it's just cleaning horse manure from the stables, it's good.
Please help me get out of this muddy field and see the light of the world again."
Shiny sleeves, faded fabric.
The couple's clothes were so worn that they were difficult to see.
How difficult has it been to make a living?
"honey...
."
"This is a man who was trapped in a house like an anthill, endlessly calculating numbers while caring for his sick wife.
But as a wife, I know better how smart my husband is."
"Honey, stop."
"As you said, my husband has studied hard every day for the past few years.
As an ignorant person, I don't know exactly what books my husband reads, but it must be the books you mentioned about accounting or property-related studies.
The reason why such a husband cannot come out is simply...
."
The woman swallowed her saliva.
The voice, which at first sounded harsh, sounded clear again.
"just...
He huddled like a child after going through a storm...
"It was because there was no one to guide me out of the world."
Georges sat down next to his wife and screamed.
“What are you talking about!
Where are you going?
If I leave for Shabalon, you will be here alone...
."
"If the Duchess doesn't take my husband away, he will rot here for the rest of his life.
He will become a living ghost, captured by the ghosts of his dead daughter and dying wife.
Please take him out!
It was time for Anita to slowly catch her breath and choose the right words.
Lancelot, who was sitting side by side, opened his mouth more directly than ever before.
"I'll give you a house in Shabalon.
A doctor who will take care of his wife as well."
The woman carefully raised her head and looked at Lancelot.
Lancelot looked at her and asked.
"Did you say Baron Norvais and Earl Malisgow?"
"...yes. you're right."
"I will allow you to meet me again in Shabalon.
Do we need anything else to take you and your wife?"
The woman closed her mouth.
And then I looked at Georges.
"Jorge.
"
A sweet and gentle voice, without any trace of the firmness from before, comforted him.
"Please don't refuse.
"Lise would like that too."
Is Rize the name of the couple's deceased daughter?
Georges' eyes showed unprecedented confusion.
He fainted at the mere mention of the name Rize and lowered his head like a child who had been scolded.
And he spoke in a voice that had lost all energy, as if he was sighing.
"... book."
And the words that followed contained a subtle will.
"To manage the wealth of a big family like Edenbahir, I need more books to study.
Please support the book."
"No problem.
I'll send someone within a week.
Organize your tasks there.
Anitta?"
Lancelot stood up from his chair and looked at her.
"Enough."
"Oh yes.
I know what courage you must have had.
"Thank you very much for listening to my request, Mr.
Georges."
Georges, who was sitting, slowly got up, supporting his wife.
"... no.
It is the Duchess who deserves our thanks.
I won't disappoint you.
Please trust me."
I was about to leave the mansion after receiving countless thank you notes.
Anita belatedly remembered an important matter.
"Oh!
I almost forgot why I came here.
Mr.
Georges, did you happen to receive anything from my father?
Georges asked back with a confused expression.
"Are you talking about your wife's medical expenses?"
"no.
A stamp, a document, etc.
"Anything similar to that is fine."
The woman who had been listening silently slowly turned her back.
The woman entered the kitchen very slowly, but Georges didn't stop her.
Anita also waited silently, without insisting, even though the woman's movements took a while.
The items she brought eventually disappeared.
"This...
."
It was a golden key that had faded over time.
"This is the key that Mr.
Wöröni left behind.
His material is solid.
Vincent Wöröny was the first and last guest in this house, besides the doctor."
Georges nodded a little belatedly in response to the woman's words.
"Oh, I see.
There was one thing.
I kept it, just in case.
Duchess, is this the right key?"
Anita looked at the keys before answering.
A somewhat familiar design.
The text written on the key's used leather identification tag was as follows.
'...
'Where have I seen a similar phrase?'
Wasn't something similar written on the envelope that Bolchess, the former doctor of the Edenbahir family, handed over at the stranger's request?
Of course yes...
.
[Shalwood for Eden - Summary of Files 136]
Yes, it was that kind of record.
Anita said, slowly holding the key.
"This is the right thing.
Thank you."
"Oh, thank God."
This key was different from the fake key that Bolches had given.
This was the "real" key that his father gave him through Georges.
A real clue that could lead to clues related to my father's disappearance.
Anita's heart began to beat rapidly.