Scarlett sat down on the chair again and held Victor's hand tightly: "I'm serious, Victor.
That man was the one who interrogated me at the Royal Police Headquarters.
If we asked him, we could know exactly what happened that day..."
Scarlett's urgent tone gradually faded.
Victor was looking at her with an expressionless face, without any movement.
Scarlett remembered Victor's face as he said these words.
He looked at her with the same expression as he was showing now, filled with the boredom of a mentally ill woman.
True, this guy never believed me.
Scarlett smiled bitterly as she remembered.
Even if he had not sent her to the monastery after the divorce, she could not get rid of the fear she felt then.
Victor, who was extremely cold and rational, always made her feel ashamed of her actions.
Even her adoring appearance seemed exaggerated in front of him, like a ridiculous clown.
Am I crazy?
Am I the one acting weird in this situation too?
Scarlett slowly let go of Victor's hand.
“So, I’m really… not sane,” she said with a trembling voice.
Her hand fell helplessly under the table.
“I seem crazy”
Scarlett muttered blankly and laughed meaninglessly.
Then she got up: “Victor, I’ll go.”
“Okay”
Victor replied, but his voice seemed laced with exhaustion.
He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
With the red light of the cigarette and the thick smoke, Scarlett felt like her vision was as lost as her mind.
After his long suffering with his mother, he was now, in front of Nina Hunter, the most prominent socialite and his former lover, and in front of a royal policeman who exposed his faults.
It became clear that he lived a married life with a mentally ill woman.
Victor lit a cigarette to calm his anger, while Scarlett bowed to Nina and Heughan and fled the scene in a daze.
She ran out of the palace so quickly that her shoes fell off, so she stopped for a moment.
After she found her shoes and put them on, she no longer ran, but walked with an absent-minded face.
When I arrived at the tram stop, I sat on a bench and let several trams pass without boarding them.
Finally, when the station attendant announced the arrival of the last tram, she got up and muttered as she walked towards the tram: “I am the crazy one, not the world.”
She still had some confidence in herf.
She felt wronged for not remembering what happened on the day of the interrogation, and was frustrated by this incident.
But now, she realized that she was the only one who acted strangely at that moment.
“I'm not sane, Scarlet Crimson,” she repeated to herf many times to rouse her dull mind.
I thought it was time to accept this truth.
Scarlett returned to the watch shop with an absent-minded face.
Andrei, who was guarding the store, noticed her condition as soon as she entered, but he scolded her with his usual cold tone: “Why are you so late in choosing something for the auction?
I was thinking of going to get you.”
He stopped mid-speech, realizing her condition, but completed his sentence due to his harsh nature.
Scarlett said with an absent-minded face: “You haven’t gone yet?”
“You said you would come back quickly, but you didn't.
What if I had an accident?
What would happen to my salary?”
Scarlett laughed faintly at his words: “Sorry.
Go now.
You can come late tomorrow.
I’ll open the store.”
Scarlett sat, exhausted, in front of the fireplace on the first floor.
Andrei, who was about to leave, sighed, sat down next to her and asked: “What’s wrong?”
Scarlett looked at him.
She felt relieved to see the face of someone in her class, so she smiled lightly, took a deep breath, and muttered: “I thought I remembered something from the day of the interrogation, but I was wrong.”
“Really?”
“Yes.
Today, a royal policeman named Hughan Hunter came to Doomfelt Palace.
I suddenly remembered that I saw him during the interrogation, but they said he was not in the capital then.”
Andrei frowned, unsure how to respond, then said: “Isn’t he lying?”
"What?"
“That royal policeman”
“Do you trust me?”
"What are you talking about?
Would I trust a complete stranger?"
Scarlett's eyes widened in surprise at Andrei's upset response.
Under the light of the fireplace, her red eyes turned a warm color like sunlight, and then she began to laugh loudly.
Andrei asked annoyed: “Why are you laughing?”
“I don’t know.
A little while ago, I felt like I was the only one crazy, but when you said this, I felt like my heart was melting after it had frozen.”
“I hate awkward words.”
“I know, I know”
Scarlett laughed, her face bright as spring rays.
“Okay, take tomorrow off.
I'll take care of the store.”
“Paid?”
“No, without pay”
"What wonderful care.
I will not rest without pay.
I will come tomorrow at twelve, so know it."
Andrei got up as he spoke, and Scarlett laughed loudly.
He helped her get up and gather his things to leave.
Scarlett asked: “Has Isaac gone to sleep?”
“Ah, he said he's going to sleep at Crimson's house today.”
“What?
Without telling me...”
“He said you would stop him if he told you.”
“Well, that's true”
Scarlett replied annoyed.
Andrei nodded and left the store.
Scarlett didn't have the energy to go up to the second floor, so she lay down on the first floor's sofa.
She woke up worried about Isaac, and said to herf: “Why did he go home...
Is it uncomfortable here?”
Isaac refused to sleep on the bed and preferred the sofa on the first floor covered with a blanket, because he did not want to disturb Scarlett, who worked until dawn.
I was worried that he wouldn't come back, so I got up, opened the curtain a little, and sighed deeply.
I woke up shortly without sleep, and had a headache.
She decides to go to Crimson's house because she is worried about Issac.
It was late, but by bike you would arrive quickly.
As she was leaving the store, three men wearing Royal Police uniforms stood in front of the door.
“What… is it?”
I asked cautiously, and one of them replied: “You should come with us.
It has to do with Count Crimson.”
"Issac?
What's wrong with Issac?"
The policeman responded to her astonished question: “The Count is in the police station on charges of imprisonment and assault.”
“What did Isaac do?”
"He's accused of assaulting his uncle, Evil Crimson.
We're sorry to say this in front of a lady, but he cut off a finger."
“What?
No way, Isaac is so cute...”
She almost spoke of Isaac's kindness, but suddenly remembered how violently Isaac had beaten his cousin Arnold.
If she had not stopped him then, he would have permanently injured Arnold.
Scarlett nodded anxiously: “Okay, I’ll go right away.”
“Yes”
I went up with them to the carriage in which they came.