Leon stood in the middle of the concert hall, screaming and crying.
The people, astonished by his behavior, stopped, watched him for a moment, then retreated, screaming.
I made my way through the crowd and stood in front of him.
There was a puddle of water under Leon's feet.
Water was dripping from his pants.
“Did you urinate?”
I said out loud as if I was in shock, then I covered my mouth.
I quickly grabbed it and looked around for someone to help me.
The faces of the people around us turned from shock to mockery.
The sound of stifled laughter was heard from here and there.
“His Highness.”
The Marquis's wife handed me a cloak that seemed to belong to the Marquis.
I wrapped Leon in her and we left the concert hall.
The Marquis's wife followed us.
“I'll go first.”
The Marquis's wife nodded.
We boarded the Marquis' family carriage.
In the carriage, Leon was biting his lips nervously, clenching his fists tightly.
“Leon, are you okay?”
Leon didn't answer.
When we arrived at the Marquis's house, Leon went into the garden instead of entering the palace.
I followed him, but he shouted: “Don’t come!”
His tone was very decisive, and I stopped walking.
'What's going on?'
After a while, Leon came back and his hands were a mess.
"Leon!
What happened to your hands?"
I screamed in shock.
“It hurts...”
He stumbled and collapsed on me.
Fortunately, his servants, who came out after hearing of our arrival, helped him carry him to the bedroom.
'What happened?' Why did Leon do that suddenly?'
I lost myf in thought while the servants washed him and changed his clothes.
At first, there was no problem.
Where did the error occur?
He received the nobles' greetings, then we sat on the chair.
We both felt hot.
Both of us?
Now that I think about it, I still feel hot, as if I got drunk on wine.
'What happened?' Something is about to become clear…'
Then I remembered the chocolates I had received from the Marquis's wife.
'You motherfucker!'
We ate it together before attending the party.
Leon ate a large amount, while I ate a very small amount.
What if chocolate contains a stimulant?
I remembered Leon's nervousness and inability to control himf.
Everything I've built so far has almost been in vain.
But he regained consciousness for a moment, and made the greatest possible movement to be able to leave the hall.
I felt tremendous anger towards the Marquis's wife, whom I thought for a moment might be on my side.
“The wound is not deep, we applied ointment and bandaged it.”
The Marquis' family doctor returned after treating Leon.
I quietly looked at Leon lying on the bed motionless.
I sat on the edge of the bed and slicked back his hair that was hanging down his face.
"How do you pee like that?
How are you going to deal with that later?"
I looked at him, then went out to the reception room next to the room, looking for the chocolate on the table, but it was clean.
“Where are the chocolates and candies that were here?
Leon might look for them when he wakes up.”
“Ah, I took it off...I'll get another one.”
“No, it's okay.”
I've never been able to find out what the Marquis's wife put in her chocolate.
'Should I be grateful that it ended here?'
I laughed desperately.
I sat on the sofa in the bedroom, watching Leon, and fell asleep there.
Warm feeling, soft touch, comfortable but durable… I suddenly opened my eyes when I felt something strange.
I quickly sat down.
'Are you crazy?' Why should I sleep in Leon's arms?'
I looked at him in amazement.
Leon was awake, looking at me with burning eyes.
The room was lit by sunlight.
“Why am I lying here?”
I quickly got up and smiled embarrassed.
I'm sure I fell asleep on the couch, but maybe I snuck into a more comfortable spot without realizing it.
"Belle is evil, a wolf.
They say women are wolves, and Belle is a wolf!"
Leon shouted as he covered himf up to his head with the blanket.
'Is he crazy?
Really!’
I felt angry at the injustice, but when I saw his bandaged hands holding the blanket tightly, I suddenly felt compassion.
“Leon, is your hand okay?”
“Don't change the subject, wolf.”
'What the…'
"Bill, yesterday I was so angry.
I wanted to smash everything.
I wanted to destroy that pig's house, but now I'm fine.
Hee hee."
Leon smiled innocently, lowered the cover, and sat down.
“You handled it well.
Well done.”
I approached him and patted him on the head.
“But, do you remember calling me Belle yesterday?
I think it was the first time you called me by my real name.”
"Me?
Me?
Do you prefer Belle to Belle Belle?
Fine, I'll call you that!"
He looked so confused, I almost laughed.
“No, I prefer Bill Bill.”
I quickly corrected my expression.
"Summon the servants to wash your face.
I'm going to see my parents for a moment.
I didn't ask how they were yesterday."
“Okay, come back quickly.”
Leon looked at the door through which Belle came out, and sighed long.
While contemplating the bandages on his hands, he sent a glance to John, the servant with speckled white hair, who had entered to serve him.
“Get washing water and warm tea, the tea has gotten cold.”
John checked the temperature and told the rest of the servants.
"Good."
When the servants except John left, John approached Leon.
Leon said: “Yesterday, we should check what happened.
It seems to be an alarm.”
“I already summoned Stefan.”
Stefan was one of Leon's men who remained in the capital, posing as an information dealer after everyone moved to Aster.
Leon was counting on him to gather information about the capital.
“Yesterday, we drank tea with the Marquis and his wife and ate chocolate, yes, chocolate, and nothing else.”
“If the lady was involved, what would she do?”
Leon suddenly remembered Belle's worried eyes looking at him.
He also remembered what he did in the middle of the concert hall.
It was the strongest way to escape, but he also had pride.
His face turned red as if he was burning.
When someone discovers one day that he's not an idiot, how will Belle Belle look at him?
He closed his eyes, trembling with shame, and tried to regain his calm.
'Bill Bell was not part of my plans for the future, so why should I care?'
He shook his head firmly.
“…If she’s involved, she’s involved.”
“It seems like you two have become close lately.”
“Nonsense, sprinkle some water on me.”
Leon pointed to the washing water.
John sprayed it on him without asking.
John was immediately carrying out Leon's orders.
Although he now lives as a gentle servant, he was the commander of a secret guard unit that served the Emperor.
"John!
Calm down.
I didn't ask to spray him so hard."
Leon shook the water out of his hair while complaining, then ran out of the room.
“Bill bill!”
John shook his head at his funny jumps.
“He seems to be secretly having fun.”
Leon ran down the hallway loudly.
“Bill bill!”
“His Highness, the Princess has gone to the Marquis’s wife’s bedroom.”
One of the maids told him, stepping aside and bowing, as he ran.
Leon ran noisily to the Marquis's wife's room.
Before the maids waiting outside the room could ask him if he wanted to report his entry, he opened the door violently.
His lack of concern for other people's opinions was truly an advantage.
“I'm telling you it's not like that!”
exclaimed the Marquis's wife, who rarely raised her voice, and looked at Leon in astonishment as he entered.
Belle was standing looking at her.
When Leon entered, Belle softened her eyes and approached him.
“Leon, what’s wrong?”
“The washing water spilled.
You didn’t help me wash my face, so I spilled it myf.
I’m angry.”
“Well, you should change your clothes quickly.
You might catch a cold.”
Leon's servants, including John, arrived in a hurry.
“I apologize, ma'am.
Sir, return to the bedroom.”
“Leon, I will be over soon, so change your clothes quickly.
If you catch a cold, Pill Pill will be heartbroken.”
“Okay...”
Leon left the Marquis's wife's room, holding the cloak that John had wrapped around him, constantly looking at Belle with a disappointed expression.
From this brief commotion, Léon concluded that Belle did not appear to be involved in the matter, and that she was interrogating the Marquis's wife.
Strangely enough, Leon liked this very much.