While Scarlett was looking for her robe and putting it on, she heard Victor speaking from behind her: “Then, you will be disappointed.”
She turned around to see a complicated expression on his face.
She quickly turned her head to get rid of the tension and said, “Do you want to have breakfast before leaving?
Is that okay?”
“Of course”
Victor answered, then shook the bell to ask the servants to prepare the food.
Scarlett tried to get up, but her feet were shaking, so she sat back down on the bed.
Victor approached and extended his hand.
She put her hand in his, and he held her with one arm, pulled up a chair with the other, and sat her down.
Victor sat across from her, and breakfast began.
Scarlett grabbed a pie in her hand and began to eat.
With the morning rays, her consciousness returned, and Victor returned to being his usual gentleman, Scarlett found room to think.
But with that in mind, she remembered her failed attempts to seduce him last night.
She felt embarrassed, and heat rose to her neck.
Last night it was as if her mind had disappeared.
A man with seductive eyes and a body as if made by the ruler of beauty, lying next to her, set her body on fire.
Throughout breakfast I tried to erase those memories.
Breakfast ended in silence, and Scarlett prepared herf to leave.
Victor said: “Since I am heading to the palace, we can go together.”
I looked at him and nodded: “Okay.”
Victor smiled at her quick approval, and extended his hand in front of the cart.
She put her hand in his and went up the stairs.
After the carriage set off, Scarlett unconsciously touched her neck, where Victor had pressed his fingers in the morning.
strange.
She felt more pressure than when he grabbed her at night and asked her to look at him.
At night his look seemed persuasive, but in the morning, it was not.
She felt as if the way out of this situation was not by her will, but by Victor's hand.
It can't be like that.
He's not that kind.
She repeated it in her mind.
The tension and fear I felt should be normal for anyone facing a man like a monster.
I pushed that feeling away with that thought.
After delivering Scarlett, Victor returned to the palace and entered his office.
He reached out to take the bottle of wine, but stopped and looked at his hand.
He remembered how Scarlett had pulled his arm at night and lay in his arms.
He knew, almost with certainty, that she had not lost her memory.
Scarlett wasn't very good at lying.
When she returned from the investigation, he realized that she was lying about her memory loss, exposing her stupidity once again.
Scarlett was like a nomad in Salanter's Edelrode Bible, her eyes always fixed on one point: Issac Crimson before marriage, then Victor after him, and now the hours.
For her, it was a past love.
After their intimate moments, she lay with her back to him, so he thought she only wanted his body.
It was ridiculous, but he didn't lose anything.
He continued the lying game, and he wanted it too.
Whether she was faking amnesia or really lost it, he knew she couldn't blame him.
So, he showed his desire at night and even left bruises on her body.
However, she rose at dawn, pulled his arm, and lay down in his embrace, but then returned to lie with her back to him.
He pushed his thoughts away from her incomprehensible actions.
At the beginning of their marriage, it was easy, but over time, it became more difficult.
He did not take the alcohol, and headed to the hanging map.
Ivan and Balin entered, and began a long meeting in front of the map.
Salantir fleets are divided based on first-class ships, and their commanders are fleet commanders.
If Festina suddenly declares war, Victor should turn south, and lead the fleet led by Rubid to land south of Festina, which is the best offensive and defensive strategy for Salantir without air defense.
The plan must be precise, as South Festina is guarded by elite soldiers, and they have not yet received information about their numbers.
Salantir had not seen wars in a century thanks to its geographical location, and Rubid's sailors were the only ones with military experience from the pirate wars.
When the meeting ended, Balin spoke after hesitating: “Commander, we must get more of that medicine for Miss Scarlett.”
“No”
“She wants it.
She wants to remember more.”
“Who knows what the side effects are?”
“But if Miss Scarlet is willing to bear it, she will be a great strength for the Salantaire army.”
All laboratory materials of Count Crimson and his wife were encrypted.
Scarlett clearly wanted her memories back, and Balin knew there was a medicine that might help.
By accompanying her to college, he knew her passion for technology.
But Victor kept looking at the map without responding.
Palin tried to persuade him again: “Commander, we must get the medicine.”
“I said no.
Now, I even forgot about our divorce because of the effects of the medicine.
Who knows what would happen if I took more?”
Palin knew that Scarlett would take the medicine without hesitation if she knew of its existence.
She had always been like this, before and after the divorce, choosing warmth for others, the complete opposite of Victor.
Their divorce was probably inevitable.
The more time Palin spent with Scarlett, the more he got to know her and the more sympathetic he became.
While Victor remained a mystery, Scarlett was transparent.
For this, he kept trying to convince Victor, but he seemed uninterested.
After the meeting, Victor ordered his men to leave and headed to the investigation room.
Despite their accuracy, spies were constantly caught.
Victor entered, and a young man sitting on a chair spoke: “Commander, the Festina Army knows a lot about Miss Scarlet Crimson.”
Victor sat quietly: “What do they know?”
“She is the heir to the technology of the Crimson family.”
“Festina is very interested in Miss Scarlett’s technology.
If she goes to Festina, she will become a historical hero.
Otherwise, when the war starts, Festina’s army will find her, and she will not be treated as we are proposing now.
In the end, she will cooperate with Festina.”
“Get up”
The spy got up.
Victor motioned to be taken to the reception room where Basile, a soldier from Festina and Victor's childhood friend, was waiting.
The spy showed relief upon seeing Basile, who waved to him.
Basile welcomed Victor: “Victor, we haven’t met for a long time.”
Victor smiled, headed to the table, then closed the door.