Newlywed Life Begins with a Mistake - Chapter 28

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Chapter 28

Casian’s thoughts came to a sudden halt.

He had been confident there were no feelings between the two of them whatsoever…

“My lady, you must stop this. I cannot betray my lord.”

“No, I need Sir Pabel. If Sir Pabel refuses, I’ll run away on my own!”

Desperate voices came one after another, like lovers eloping for love.

Impure thoughts began to consume his mind, one leading to another.

Normally he would have opened the door without hesitation, but strangely, his hand on the doorknob wouldn’t gain any strength.

After hesitating for a long while, Casian finally opened the door after much internal conflict.

Then an astonishing scene unfolded before him.

“My lady! Please come down quickly!”

“Get out of the way! I’m going out!”

Evelyn had one leg hanging over the window sill.

And Pabel was using his entire body to block the window, trying to stop her.

“You must maintain your dignity! How can a duchess jump from the second floor in the middle of the night just to go to the black market!”

“It’s possible. And if Sir Pabel had agreed to take me obediently, would I have gone this far?”

Casian felt dizzy at the absurd scene unfolding before his eyes.

“What are you both doing?”

With a grinding sound, he barely managed to spit out the words through clenched teeth, and both their heads turned toward Casian in unison.

“My lord?”

“Honey?”

Upon seeing Casian, Pabel cried out urgently as if he had met his savior.

“My lord, please stop the mad— I mean, my lady!”

“Honey, don’t listen to the captain of guards. I’m busy so I’ll just go out for a moment, ah!”

Before Evelyn could finish speaking, Casian swept her into his arms in one swift motion.

Suddenly buried in his broad embrace, Evelyn looked up with a sulky expression.

“Why did you come? You said we should refrain from meeting for fairness during the competition.”

“I had a feeling you might cause trouble, so I stopped by briefly.”

“Tch, put me down first.”

At Evelyn’s complaint, Casian carefully set her down on the sofa.

“So what’s going on?”

“If I tell you, will you come with me?”

“Let me hear it first.”

“I’ll tell you if you promise to come with me.”

“Absolutely not!”

Pabel, who had been blocking the window, shook his head vigorously and sent signals, but Casian pretended not to see and turned his gaze to Evelyn, readily agreeing.

“Alright.”

“You’ll come with me, right?”

“Yes.”

Evelyn, who had been giving him a suspicious look, finally opened her mouth after several confirmations.

“Well, you see…”

* * *

A few hours earlier.

“It’s such a nice day, I was thinking of taking a walk in the annex garden.”

“Would you like to join us for tea time?”

Natalie and Reina came looking for Evelyn.

They had extended their hand first to foster friendship.

Evelyn, who was sprawled on the sofa like damp laundry, was about to refuse when she saw a trolley passing behind them loaded with strawberry cake, and she sprang up from her seat.

“Great! How about the other lady joins us too?”

“Oh, her too?”

“Hmm, we’re a bit… could you ask her for us instead?”

Natalie and Reina showed their displeasure, apparently not fond of Daisy.

So Evelyn told the two to go ahead first and headed to Daisy’s room.

“Does she like corners?”

Daisy’s room was at the far end of the annex.

Though she had been assigned the end room at her request to rest quietly in a secluded place, the corridor was filled with cold silence.

Just as Evelyn arrived at Daisy’s room and was about to knock, an angry voice came from beyond the door.

“Father! Why is that wench here!”

Daisy was fuming with anger about something.

“Why is that girl brazenly keeping her position there? She wasn’t originally a suitable participant for the competition anyway!”

It was clearly referring to herself, anyone could tell.

Since Evelyn had somewhat expected there would be talk behind her back, she tried to turn away pretending not to hear.

If not for the ominous conversation that began to flow out.

“Instead of helping me, you’re determined to hold me back? By the way, you properly handled the Pikan Region incident, right?”

‘Pikan Region incident?’

Evelyn, sensing something amiss, silenced her presence and pressed her ear to the door.

From the static noise, it seemed they were communicating through a communication device.

After talking for a while, Daisy responded irritably.

“Fine. I heard the Spring of Traces will appear at the black market tonight, so make sure to buy it! If you don’t want to ruin my life, you must clean up the scene!”

Her earnest voice was tinged with desperation.

Though eavesdropping on others’ conversations was wrong, Evelyn vaguely realized that Count Muet’s family was involved in the Pikan incident.

As Evelyn listened to the father-daughter conversation, she quickly memorized the specific location and time mentioned, then hurriedly left the place.

* * *

“I see. The Spring of Traces…”

An artifact that erases the traces left behind.

It’s considered a top-grade item among high-level artifacts.

While ordinary traces can be erased with intermediate artifacts, the Spring of Traces must be used when dealing with major flaws or crucial evidence.

Which means.

“Count Muet’s family is involved in the Pikan Region incident. If it was an intentional accident rather than a natural disaster, they would try to eliminate clues without leaving room for speculation.”

“They’ll try to conceal evidence by winning the artifact at auction.”

Though he didn’t know their scheme, they needed to go to the black market and observe their movements as Evelyn suggested.

However, there was one concern.

“Must you really go, my lady?”

“Yes. Is there a reason I shouldn’t go?”

The black market Evelyn mentioned was in Count Heteus’ domain.

While he was grateful for her efforts for the South, it would be troublesome if she encountered Count Heteus.

Knowing this, Pabel would have desperately tried to dissuade Evelyn.

“Perhaps this matter should…”

“A man shouldn’t go back on his word. Our dear husband wouldn’t do that, would he?”

Casian tried to have a calm conversation to persuade Evelyn, but was immediately cut off as soon as he opened his mouth.

His pride wouldn’t allow him to argue back.

Seeing how skillfully she manipulated others’ psychology, she truly deserved to be called the queen of social circles.

He couldn’t easily agree, but he also couldn’t refuse in this situation.

After much deliberation, Casian decided to take Evelyn along with conditions.

“Fine. Let’s move together. But you must never remove the mask I give you.”

* * *

“Please show your invitation.”

“Here it is.”

“Welcome to the world of pleasure.”

After passing through dark alleys and entering a secluded building, I presented my invitation to the gatekeeper and went inside.

Contrary to my expectation of damp and unpleasant air surrounding the area, a refreshing and pleasant fragrance brushed past my nose. It was a somehow familiar scent.

“Thank you for gracing us with your precious presence! We’ve brought in many new items, so please enjoy yourselves!”

Those wearing masks to hide their identities cheered at the host’s words, waiting for the auction items to appear.

The auction items included various artifacts from historic antiques like Dwarf’s Tears, Skeleton Bones, and Gargoyle Cores to items obtained from hunting monsters.

Of course, our target, the Spring of Traces, would only appear in the latter half.

“Would you like a glass of champagne?”

“I’d like that.”

“No, thank you.”

As soon as I reached for the glass, Casian stopped my action.

When the waiter disappeared, he spoke.

“You shouldn’t drink just anything.”

“But everyone else is drinking.”

“There might be unknown substances mixed in.”

While saying this, he didn’t forget to press my mask firmly.

“Why are you doing that! It’s already uncomfortable!”

While others wore glamorous half-masks like butterflies, cats, and peacocks, I alone was wearing a mask that covered my entire face.

He said he gave me a squirrel mask because I resembled a squirrel, but to me it looked like a raccoon.

For reference, Casian was wearing a fox mask.

“If you’re thirsty, drink this, my lady.”

Perhaps seeing my pouting lips even through the mask, Casian pulled out a drink from his coat.

It was orange juice with a refreshing yet moderately sweet taste.

Feeling better, I tried to gulp down the remaining drink. If only the waiter carrying wine hadn’t spilled grape wine on my dress.

“I’m sorry, miss!”

In the blink of an eye, my dress was soaked.

“I’m truly sorry, miss! I’ll guide you to the powder room.”

Seeing the waiter continuously bowing, I told Casian I’d be back shortly and left my seat.

Following the staff’s guidance, I entered the powder room.

“My Bell, what on earth are you doing here.”

A man I’d never seen before suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, kissed my hair, and spoke passionately.

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