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It had been a few days since Luciaâs entourage arrived at the Capital but no rumors of their arrival had spread. Hugo asked Lucia to rest and stay out of the societyâs gaze for a little while longer. So, Lucia spent these couple of days in very relaxed manner.
She knew this break wouldnât last long so she was enjoying it as much as she could. She had her lunch, looked around the mansion and went for a walk in the yard.
There was a fairly large plain of land between the gates and the entrance to the mansion. Instead of a garden, numerous trees were planted to obstruct oneâs vision from seeing the inside of the mansion. And since there was a small pathway in between, it was nice for taking a walk.
âOoh!â
The sudden loud voice made Lucia jump in surprise. When an eye-catching man unexpectedly appeared in front of her, Lucia plopped down on the spot.
âAh, Did I surprise you? Itâs me. Me. We havenât seen in a long time, yes?â
The eye-catching man was Roy Krotin. Lucia grabbed his outstretched hand and stood up. To Lucia, Roy was special connection. She hadnât known at the time but if it wasnât for Roy back then, she wouldnât have been able to meet Hugo.
It was Jeromeâs role to manage the guests and with Jeromeâs shrewd personality, there was no way he would have let her meet Hugo until she was judged to be a proper guest. Back then, Jerome was absent just in time and Roy acted as he pleased, allowing Lucia to meet with Hugo.
At that time, if Lucia had been unable to meet Hugo and was turned away, she wouldnât have had courage to visit again. It was the help of the heavens and at the same time, it was Royâs help.
âSince youâre the Duchess now, should I be little different? But I donât really know that stuff.â
There was no malice in Royâs grinning expression. Lucia grinned back.
âItâs fine. Do what youâre comfortable with. Itâs a pleasure to meet you like this after a long time. I have been wanting to give you my thanks.â
âThanks? For what?â
âIf not for Sir Krotin, how could I have met his Grace the Duke? It is thanks to Sir that I became the Duchess.â
âWhat...I didnât...really do anything...â
Roy sheepishly scratched his chin. Actually, the fact that he burst into laughter when Lucia proposed to Hugo always weighed on Royâs mind. He never intended to ridicule her. It was just that the situation itself was very funny but people usually tended to perceive the opposite of his words and actions.
But when he heard her thankfulness instead, he felt a little awkward and happy.
âWhy does this man have such a bad reputation?â
In Luciaâs dream, Roy Krotin was famous as the mad dog and Lucia had no exact line of contact with Roy so she could only know him from the rumors. But after personally meeting Roy, she realized he was very far from the notorious individual described.
He was cheerful and blunt and if one treated him with good will, he was sure to return the favor.
âThere is little to be trusted in these rumors huh.â
According to the rumors surrounding the Taran Duke, he was a ruthless monster without blood or tears. And now the rumors surrounding her were completely groundless.
In her dream, Lucia got a lot of information concerning the social circles from the rumors but now that she thought about it, most of them were probably lies.
Lucia made a small commitment to herself to not listen to rumors in the future unless she had personally met the individual concerned.
âI hear you have been the escort of His Highness the Crown Prince. Is it okay to be here at this time?â
âOkay or not, I wonât do it anymore. Even if it is Lordâs orders, I wonât! Do you know how hard it is to not go anywhere and just escort for more than a year? Even if it was fun to kill assassins from time to time, I want to quit right now.â
â...Ah, I see. It must have been hard.â
âBut, what of my Lord?â
âHeâs not in. He went out.â
âDarn. I ran over to have a round with my Lord cuz itâs been a while.â
â...A round? Do you mean fighting His Grace the Duke?â
âMm? Hahaha! Itâs right to call it a fight. A duel is a fight too.â
âAh...a duel. Isnât that dangerous?â
âThere is no danger. We arenât amateurs either. Itâs only dangerous to those that swing the sword carelessly. Havenât you ever watched a duel?â
âI havenât. But His Grace might get hurt...â
âPuhahaha!â Roy burst into loud laughter.
âHurt? Ah, even saying that is absurd. There is no one in the world that can hurt even the fingers of my Lord.â
âIs he really such a great Knight?â
Hugoâs physique overwhelmed that of a knightâs. But maybe because Lucia had never actually seen him wield a sword, it didnât feel real to her. She ran a workshop in her dream so she knew a little bit about those that were called Knights.
While they were uncompromising and simple, sometimes their temper exploded and then they were like an angry bisons, ignoring what was in front of them.
âHe isnât like a knight at all.â
She couldnât feel the peculiar rough ambiance of a knight from Hugo.
âCould it be because he is a Duke before he is a knight?â
Even though she had met a considerable amount of knights in her dream, she had rarely come across noble knights. Which also included a knighted Duke.
So she was slightly suspicious. Maybe the rumors about his military acts were more exaggerated because he was a Duke. In the first place, rumors were groundless so it was possible. If someone that knew the Duke of Taran heard her thoughts, they would be jaw-drop speechless.
âSir Krotin!â
A voice as sharp as day interrupted them. Jerome approached the two of them with a stiff expression. Roy gave a silly smile and his expression was awkward as he spoke.
âHello. Long time.â
Jerome fixed Roy a sharp glare then spoke politely to Lucia.
âMilady. If you go out without a maid, you may encounter some trouble.â
âAh, you did say that before. I will make sure to be careful.â
Lucia inwardly rebuked herself for her thoughtlessness then she gave Roy a slight nod and began to head to the mansion, leaving the two men alone. Jerome watched until Lucia was inside the mansion then he turned to look at Roy.
âWhat is this insolence! That is the Lady of the House of Taran. She is not someone you can meet in a place where no one is around!â
This was the capital where one couldnât know where eyes were hidden. And all sorts of scandals in the Capital originated from incidents that didnât amount to much initially.
âSorry.â
âI am saying you should be a little more careful.â
âAh, I said Iâm sorry. Even though I havenât seen her in a long time, she truly hasnât changed so I was just glad to see the Duchess.â
âPersonal feelings, whatever it may be, should not be expressed carelessly, to a woman who had a husband. Do not assume that Master will forever be generous. If a terrible rumor of Milady arises because of Sir Krotin, he will be very angry.â
âHmm. But the lord hasnât ever been angry because of a women.â
âThis is not just any woman but the Madam. Watch your words.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The sight of Jerome acting like a mother protecting her cub was so unfamiliar that Roy blinked in surprise. Jerome was not inferior to Roy in behaving impolitely to the Dukeâs women.
If Roy was the outspoken one, Jerome was the one that quietly considered scrapping them. In that sense, the two of them were strangely in great sync.
But apart from that, there was a big difference between them. Roy displayed amusement and bad temper, while Jerome faced the women with utter coldness like a Duchess that had forgotten her duty.
Except for that, the two men were incompatible. They were like cat and mouse. The amusing thing was that Roy was much stronger yet Jerome was the cat. Whenever Roy caused trouble, Jerome came out with enormous nagging and criticism.
The Roy that was fine with Hugoâs tendency to beat him up when he was mad, would only shrink in front of Jerome. Roy acted as he pleased, with nothing to fear, and he felt an inferiority similar to admiration about Jerome who was always precise and unyielding in his actions.
âDoes the lord to that woman...â
At Jerome fierce glare, Roy quickly changed his words.
âDoes the lord...like the Duchess?â
âYes.â
âA lot?â
âA lot.â
âMm. Then, if I am as before, will the lord be angry?â
âExtremely angry.â
One could only be glad if it ended with merely anger. Jerome was sincerely worried about Roy and was giving him a strong warning. If it was some other thing, Master would generously forgive to Roy. But if it concerned the madam, there would be no forgiveness at all.
âOkay. Well, itâs alright, I also donât dislike that wom...the Duchess.â
â...Why?â
âHow do I put this. She doesnât give off a bad smell.â
âSmell? Do you mean perfume?â
The Madam wasnât one to spray excessive perfume. In fact, Jerome also like this point of hers. The perfume of noble ladies was usually so potent that even if it was just two people, the smells got mixed up giving someone a headache.
âItâs not that...â
Roy was used to instinctively grasping the general temperament of a person when dealing with them. It was because of this that the Crown Prince took a fancy to him even though Roy was just staying at the Crown Princeâs side because of his lordâs orders.
Roy had bounded himself to Hugo for a similar reason too. The biggest reason was that he really liked his lord and the reason after that was because he didnât particularly hate anyone that was around his lord.
âAnyways, itâs something like that. I get it now so Iâll be careful. I want to sleep till the lord is back. Where can I sleep?â
â...Follow me.â