Victor leaned on the windowsill for a while, and saw Scarlett wearing a wide-brimmed light purple hat leaving the palace.
I ran towards Isaac, who got out of the carriage in front of the palace.
She examined his face, then shouted “Hey!” She hit his back several times.
The sound of blows reached Victor's office.
Victor smiled slightly seeing Scarlett like this for the first time.
After the carriage carrying the brothers left, Ivan entered through the open door.
His face, rarely serious, was stiff.
“Before the lady came here, she went to the Royal Police Headquarters.”
“Why?”
“Count Issac Crimson caused trouble and was in custody.”
Victor looked at the window and said, “Okay.”
“The Royal Constabulary is always caught in the middle.”
Victor didn't answer for a moment.
When Scarlett's carriage moved, he turned to Ivan and said, “I'll be going to the Royal Police Headquarters soon.”
“You'll go yourf?”
“Whether her memory is really fuzzy or she is conspiring, these problems obviously happen whenever my wife visits the Royal Police Headquarters, so I’d better check.”
“Breaking into the Royal Police headquarters will make Prince Yuli Eren angry,” Ivan replied embarrassed.
“You know he doesn’t like you.”
“What now?”
He emptied the melted snow and added new snow and said, “Anyway, I can’t be royal.”
“What do you mean now?”
“Even if my name is inscribed in the royal family and my mother regains her position, it has no meaning.
I should have known from the beginning.”
“How long will it take?”
“Storm the headquarters or destroy the Royal Police?”
“Both”
“Now and two months”
“Okay”
Victor asked as he poured new wine: “That man next to Scarlett?”
“It appears to be Andre Hamilton from the Royal Constabulary.
I will investigate further.”
“Okay”
Before Ivan left, he added casually: “By the way, did Miss leave that white bread?”
Victor looked at the bread, and Ivan continued: “If she gave it to you, why don’t you eat it?”
Victor grabbed the bread.
When Ivan nodded and left, Balin, who was waiting outside, said with a tense face: “How can you talk to the commander so simply, sir?”
“It's a coping skill.”
“In your case, it's like hypnosis sometimes.”
Ivan winked and walked away.
Three days later, late at night, a charity event was held in the Hunter Family Hall northeast of the capital, Salantaire.
Victor, with gel-combed hair and a tuxedo, got out of the carriage with his mother Marina, attracting everyone's attention.
Neither Marina nor Victor often appeared at parties.
As Victor entered Hunter Hall, the atmosphere of the party changed.
Victor Domfelt was not the rough sailor people expected.
No one could resist the charm of his mysterious face.
Contrary to the wishes of the noblewomen interested in him, Victor did not engage in private conversations, but rather spent time smoking cigars with men thirty years older than him.
In contrast, Marina was very happy, turning the party upside down.
She seemed more rational than everyone expected, and she was tactful and cheerful thanks to her training in the art of conversation from a young age.
The audience began to wonder if Marina Domfelt was really sane.
Nina approached Victor and said: “You look happy, Ms.
Marina.”
“Thanks to you”
“Victor”
He looked at her when she called him.
Nina looked at a man who couldn't be compared to Yuli Irene.
When he had been absent at sea for six months, everyone said he was dead.
When he returned alive, and even subjugated the pirate island under his feet, Nina wished he had died at sea, to avoid this pain.
It was painful to see his polite face as he waited for her to speak.
I thought such a man was harmful to women.
She asked: “If I come back, will you accept me?”
Victor replied coldly: “I will only thank your heart.”
Nina laughed in amazement.
Meanwhile, Marina, who was initially enjoying the party, begins to become aggressive.
Victor realized that she was exhausted and confused, so he approached and said, “It’s time to go back.”
“It's fun, let me stay more”
Marina ed like a child.
Victor shook his head: “Let’s go before you get more tired, mom.”
“I don't want to!”
Marina tried to push him, but he wouldn't move.
When she didn't control the situation, she started to get angry: "Your presence makes me feel bad.
You're the one who made me not enjoy this life.
When did I say I wanted to have a baby with you?
Not only that, you even sent me to that monastery!"
The party stopped for a moment at her screams, and all eyes turned to them.
When Victor tried to pull her out, Marina broke the neck of a wine bottle and threw it at him, so he scratched his neck and fell.
The audience was surprised, but Victor's men continued to drink and smoke unconcernedly, confident that he could have avoided it if he had wanted to.
The maids who had accompanied them gathered and forcibly bound Marina and dragged her out.
Victor took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around the scratch on his neck.
Nina ran over and asked: “Victor, are you okay?”
“I'm fine”
He searched his pockets, moved his empty hand, and a sailor approached and gave him a cigar.
The sailor lit a fire for him, and Victor said as he smoked: “May I go first?”
“Treat the wound first.”
“No need”
Victor turned and left.
He wasn't drunk, but the bloodshed finally made him feel drunk.
At the watch shop on Seventh Street, Scarlett was working late in her cozy second-floor home.
I was surprised by a knock on the door and I went down the stairs.
What is happening at this time?
Is Isaac causing trouble again?
Her heart trembled as she pushed the curtain slightly to see Victor.
As soon as she saw him, she felt both relieved and angry, and she opened the door and said, “Are you crazy?
At this time… what’s wrong with your neck?”
Victor took a step closer, but stumbled and leaned against the wall.
He smelled of alcohol.
Scarlett tried to help him, but was pulled into his chest when he wrapped his arm around her.
She forgot their relationship as divorced from the shock of his wound, and she hit his arm and said, “Drop this one and go up first.
Are you really crazy?”
She closed the door and led him upstairs.
Victor followed her quietly and sat in the chair she indicated.
Scarlett took out the first aid box from under the bed and opened it: “The medicine doesn’t seem to help.”
She took out tweezers, disinfectant alcohol, and ointment.
She lit the gas lamp and removed some shards of glass from the wound.
She trembled as she examined the wound, but pretended to be calm: “Even if you are drunk, how do you walk around like this?”
Victor tilted his head to look at her.
She focused on treating the wound, then grabbed the disinfectant, closed her eyes and shook her head: “This won’t work.
It will hurt a lot.
Go to the doctor now.”
“Scarlett”
After being silent, he finally spoke.
He said, “When did I tell you that you could leave?”
Scarlett paused.
Victor pulled her arm and made her sit on his knees, so she stumbled and fell into his lap.
Victor's drunken behavior was rough.
“Oh, that hurts,” said Scarlett, confused.
Victor frowned and let go of his hands: “Painful?”
Scarlett had never seen such confusion on his face before.
After a moment, he said, "I always held you so hard in bed.
Was that painful, too?"
“Okay...”
Perhaps he was trying to reduce his strength, but his hands, accustomed to daily training, were like steel.
In bed, where he had less control, his grip on her arms was sometimes painful.
Victor spoke: “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Scarlett laughed in amazement: “I was afraid you would abandon me.
You always made me worry.”
Victor froze, then stumbled to his feet.
Scarlett tried to help him, but he held back and tried to calm his ragged breathing.
He looked for a mirror, saw his reflection, rearranged his messy hair, and then left.
In front of the store, Blight, who was looking for Victor, was getting off the cart: “Sir!”
Victor got into the car and said, “Go.”
“But...”
“Now”
“Okay, sir”
Blight closed the door, bowed to Scarlett, got into the carriage and left.