My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 28

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Chapter 27
“I thought we might wait and see.”
“If they realize we already know who’s behind this, it will complicate matters.”
“How long?”
“When they try to remove the Security Chief, we could track that movement, couldn’t we?”
“Do you have a way to do this?”
At that question, Agnes fell silent for a moment.
Covert investigation and surveillance were unfamiliar territory for someone raised as a viscount’s daughter.
Silmare smiled softly.
“You’re hesitating again. Surely you think I’m suited for this task?”
Agnes nodded quietly.
“Yes. I’d be grateful if you’d do it as you did last night, but……”
She was more willing than yesterday, yet uncertainty still lingered.
Worry and anxiety rippled across her eyes.
Watching her, he felt an odd desire to do anything she asked.
Even though they hadn’t known each other long.
“Agnes, if there is anything you wish, you need not hesitate to tell me.”
Silmare extended his hand.
She thought perhaps he meant to examine the mark, and in the moment she offered her hand—
he lowered his head and pressed his lips deeply against the back of her hand.
It was no casual greeting.
A cool, soft sensation reached even between her fingers.
Startled, she withdrew her hand, and his breath brushed her fingertips.
She wanted to say this was improper, but looking into Silmare’s eyes, no words came.
He remained bent low, gazing up at her.
As if looking upon something blindingly bright.
“Do you know what it feels like to be fated from birth by your seed?”
“What did it feel like?”
“At first it was bewildering and burdensome, but now I’m grateful it is you.”
“But surely……I’m quite ordinary.”
“Everyone around you harbors dark intentions, so there must be reason enough for me as well. So you need not hold back. I am simply one who belongs to you.”
When he whispered thus with beautiful lips—
did her heart stop for a moment?
Or did it race so fast that the blood rushing in her ears muffled what she heard?
As the ambient noise grew distant, he reached toward Agnes.
His slender, elegant fingers came cool against her flushed cheek.
Without thinking, she closed her eyes, so she could not see what expression he wore.
When she opened them again, Silmare had returned to his composed expression as though nothing had happened.
“Agnes.”
He leaned back slowly against the sofa, speaking with quiet eyes.
“Tell me in detail what you wish to do. Since it is my task, the decision is mine to make.”
He meant it partly for Amy’s sake, struggling as she was far away.
‘It might become dangerous.’
With a heavy heart, Agnes nodded.
“Yes. I would be grateful if you would go.”
“Though I worry that I myself am rather conspicuous.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem. My siblings happen to be in Calburn City. Since you’re staying with us, we can say my siblings are showing you around since it’s been so long since you visited the Empire and you’re unfamiliar with it……That should serve as a plausible reason.”
“And at the same time, it would also be a way to keep your siblings safe.”
“Exactly.”
Agnes exhaled as though in pain.
“I know it’s shameless to ask, given everything you’ve already done for me……”
“Then you won’t ask?”
Silmare laughed playfully, and Agnes found herself returning a weak smile.
“No. I truly wish to ask.”
“Good. If there are difficulties ahead, please speak freely.”
He seemed to be alluding to what happened last night, but his manner was gentler and more tender than Ignitan’s would have been.
“It is not an imposition. It is you entrusting me with your heart.”
“I’m not overstepping, or being a burden?”
“I would prefer to think of it as us relying on one another.”
The playful expression on Silmare’s face suddenly turned grave.
“Sometimes a person with no stake in the matter can offer their hand more honestly. And more than that…….”
Silmare paused mid-sentence, his gaze drifting away like a sulking child’s.
“It feels as though you’re saying I have no connection to you, and therefore no right to meddle in your affairs. That stings a little.”
“That’s not…….”
Agnes had meant to protest, but instead she bowed her head.
A perfect stranger.
Someone unrelated to her, someone who would soon depart.
So it was only right not to give or receive help beyond what was necessary.
Could she honestly say she hadn’t thought that way?
“Perhaps later I shall have need of your assistance, Agnes.”
“Something I might help with?”
“Or perhaps I might share the help I’ve given you with others. The way nature itself cycles round and round.”
At those words, her chest lightened.
Her heart swelled so absurdly that she had to bite her lip hard to keep it hidden.
“In that spirit, Agnes—I have something for you.”
“For me?”
Before she could demur, Silmare drew from his sleeve a small handful of half-dried herb.
“A medicinal plant called Lapatiol. It grows not far from here, and I gathered some on my way back.”
“I’ve never heard that name before.”
“Dry the leaves and brew them as tea. It eases fatigue. Try it tomorrow morning after a sleepless night like last night’s.”
How could he have known she hadn’t slept a wink all night?
She looked up in surprise, and beyond her startled gaze, Silmare smiled gently.
“I had a sense it would be so.”
“You’re quite knowledgeable about herbs, then?”
“Of course. All living things are my friends.”
He bowed with quiet grace.
“Shall we go take breakfast together? Once we’ve finished, I’ll set out for Calburn City.”
“Thank you, Silmare.”
“Agnes.”
He hesitated a moment, then smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling.
“Your happiness is my own. Please do not forget that.”
Before Silmare departed for Calburn City.
Agnes composed a letter to the Security Chief of Calburn City.
‘I’ve written down everything that happened yesterday, but…….’
According to what Silmare had told her, it seemed they wouldn’t take any extraordinary measures.
‘It was merely an intrusion—there’s no evidence he meant to kill anyone, so they could settle it quietly enough.’
If they were going to conclude it as a simple break-in, they could hand down a proportionate sentence. So why were they so bent on throwing Miller in prison?
‘Perhaps they’re being exceptionally cautious about something going wrong.’
The moment she considered that Miller might be a scapegoat to cover something else up, all the pieces seemed to fall into place.
Agnes tidied the letter, sealed it, and took her leave of Silmare.
After he finally departed for Calburn City.
Agnes returned to her room and withdrew the letter she had kept in the drawer.
It was from the Countess of Valdemar.
The holiday Agnes had originally been promised was a week long.
Before the period was even over, the Countess of Valdemar had sent her a letter.
Perhaps she’d heard rumors that Agnes was having the Mansion repaired; the letter said she was welcome to stay longer if needed.
When Agnes had written back saying it seemed she’d be unable to continue as governess.
‘I was worried she might be angry, or hurt.’
The Countess’s reply had been unexpectedly warm.
She expressed surprise that Agnes had managed to breathe easier thanks to the money Amy had brought back from the Rift, and wrote that the debt could be repaid slowly, and that Agnes should focus on family matters for a while.
But the final line gave her pause.
[Leonard and Cedric miss their Young Noble Lady terribly. Please do visit us again soon.]
‘To repay the kindness the Countess has shown me, I must answer her summons whenever she calls.’
With that resolve, Agnes wrote her reply and entrusted it to Alfred.
“And then…….”
She still had to deal with the Ledger that had triggered yesterday’s incident.
Looking at the file cabinet stuffed with stacks of Promissory Notes, a sigh escaped her unbidden.
“When am I ever going to organize all of this?”
But then she thought of Amy, and her mind cleared.
Though she was exhausted from having not slept a single hour last night, Agnes had the Lapatiol that Silmare had given her.
Oddly enough, the tea worked as Silmare had promised—the fatigue lifted somewhat.
Thanks to that, she could keep working on calculations through the afternoon.
But as late evening approached, overwhelming drowsiness overtook her, and Agnes dozed off right at the desk.
How much time had passed?
The door opened soundlessly.
Beyond it stood a man with black hair that fell to his waist, dressed in a navy shirt and black jacket.
Kesenor entered the Young Noble Lady’s chambers without permission, moving with the ease of someone who belonged there.
As if he had known all along that she would be alone.
He left the sleeping Agnes undisturbed and began examining the scattered papers on the desk one by one.
The pages were covered in frantic equations scrawled out in Agnes’s own hand.
A smile played at the corner of Kesenor’s mouth as he studied them.
When Agnes opened her eyes.
The sun had already set, and the room lay in darkness.
A warm blanket draped across her shoulders.
Kesenor sat in the chair before the desk, leaning back against it.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
“Oh—Duke?!”

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