Siena Dating Agency - Chapter 86

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86.

A short while later, Chase’s doctor arrived at the manor.

He examined Castillian’s wound and couldn’t close his mouth in shock.

“…You endured this entire time without fainting in this condition?”

It would be impossible unless he were a monster.

Moreover, even while getting his wound stitched, Castillian didn’t bat an eye.

An ordinary person would have at least frowned a little.

The doctor looked puzzled as he kept stealing glances at Castillian.

‘This noble lord is human… or is he not human?’

The person in question seemed accustomed to such stares.

“Please rest comfortably for a few days. The amount of blood loss was considerable, so that would be best.”

The doctor gave his advice and left.

After he left, Castillian scratched behind his ear and peeled off the dye patch.

His black hair turned yellow like sunlight, and his pale complexion returned somewhat.

“Brother, are you alright?”

Roderick sat down beside him.

Castillian placed the dye patch on the bedside table.

“I’m fine.”

“Earlier, Siena’s expression was terrible… She looked very upset.”

Castillian’s eyes, which had been looking down, turned toward Roderick.

Light returned to his quiet red pupils for a moment.

“…Really?”

“Yes, even though she didn’t say anything, you could feel it from her expression.”

“…”

“I saw it! Siena was worried sick that you might not be okay!”

“…”

“I, Roderick de Vicelle, could see it! Hehehe…”

Roderick, who had been stroking his chin as if intoxicated with himself, came to his senses.

“Ah, right. I shouldn’t be laughing right now.”

He repeated ‘restraint, restraint’ to himself.

Then he looked at Castillian’s wrist.

The bandage was wrapped with more delicate care than what Isadora had done earlier.

“But tell me. Why did you get hurt?”

Roderick’s head tilted slightly.

Castillian answered.

“Today… a new employee came to the Center. Violet Bringer.”

Roderick stared at Castillian with blank eyes.

“Violet…?”

From his reaction, he seemed not to know who she was.

‘Of course, since he’s not from the Empire.’

Castillian continued.

“That lady brought snacks to share with the employees. She was alone in the break room trying to get plates for the snacks.”

“…”

“But she was short and couldn’t see well inside the cabinet, so when she was taking out plates, she dropped a glass cup that was in front of them.”

“…”

“The lady wasn’t hurt, but…”

He raised his injured arm to run it through his hair.

“…I got hurt.”

“…”

“Siena asked me to help Violet who had fallen down.”

“…”

“I took the lady’s hand and helped her up. That’s all I did…, but later I noticed blood was flowing.”

“…”

“I had no sensation, so I didn’t know I was hurt.”

Castillian closed his mouth awkwardly.

‘Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve talked this much alone with Roderick.’

Roderick had been talking all along from before, but he was only realizing this now.

Having no interest in people, he was a bit (actually quite a lot) slow.

Roderick made a “hmm” sound through his nose.

“I see…”

“…”

“But why did you get hurt?”

The exact same question from before was repeated.

Castillian’s eyes widened.

“Why did I get hurt?”

“No, isn’t that right? According to what you said, you helped Violet Br…”

“…”

“…Branga? Buronga?”

Following the puzzled expression on his face, Roderick’s head swayed like a reed.

Soon giving up on remembering Violet’s full name, he continued.

“Anyway, you said you took that lady’s hand and helped her up.”

“…”

“You only held the lady’s hand! Then there’s absolutely no reason you should have gotten hurt.”

Roderick’s gaze moved toward Castillian’s lower body.

“If you had put your knee on the floor before helping Miss Bronga up… No, if that were the case, your knee would have been pierced.”

“…”

“Whatever the case, getting hurt on your wrist is strange. No matter what reason you give.”

Castillian stared at him blankly.

‘…That’s right.’

He had been too flustered to think deeply about it, but now he realized.

There was nothing wrong with Roderick’s words.

Memories from the break room slowly surfaced in his mind.

“Lian, please help Violet up.”

Suddenly Siena had asked him to help Violet up, and he had complied.

But he had never bent his knees.

He had never touched the floor with his hands either, just casually extended his hand while standing.

‘I didn’t want to help a woman I had no interest in to that extent.’

Therefore, there was no reason at all for Castillian to get hurt.

“…”

His gaze, which had been wandering in the air, settled on his bandaged wrist.

‘But this wound…’

It was definitely caused by glass shards.

Not small pieces of glass embedded, but the level that could only be made by a large glass fragment.

‘It’s not really a graze but more like a stab wound.’

Earlier, when they heard something breaking, Siena, himself, and the employees had all headed to the break room together.

“Lady, are you alright?”

Except for Siena, the other people didn’t even crouch down next to Violet.

‘So there were only two people who could have had glass shards.’

Siena and Violet.

But Siena obviously wasn’t the type of person to do such a thing.

‘Then the only one who had the glass shard and made physical contact with me was…’

…That young lady.

Only Violet.

That’s when it happened.

A sinister voice suddenly echoed through his mind.

“I’m going to find you.”

A memory from the past he wanted to erase.

And ‘The Woman’.

When Sepia’s face came to mind, goosebumps erupted all over his body.

As if being drawn by an irresistible force.

“…”

Castillian’s breath, escaping through his parted lips, was trembling finely.

‘…Come to think of it.’

There were more than a few strange things.

“I lack confidence in myself. I wonder if The Prince would truly find me appealing…”

Violet had said she liked The Prince despite not knowing what he looked like.

That itself had been strange from the start.

Originally, he hadn’t harbored any particular suspicion.

Because Castillian himself was naive when it came to romance.

And because he didn’t understand women’s hearts well.

“Violet Bringer is 18 years old, and having reached adulthood, she’s probably considering marriage.”

“…”

“Then, along with matters of the heart, she would consider a man’s qualifications.

So he had thought this.

‘Violet Bringer is a woman who looks at conditions.’

She doesn’t like someone based on her true feelings, but simply chose me after seeing only my glittering status.

‘Just like the nobles I despise.’

That’s all he had concluded.

Since all his attention was focused on Siena, he found it bothersome to think about other women.

However, Violet had suddenly joined the Center after the ball.

Moreover, from the circumstances, she seemed to like him as Lian.

‘This isn’t my imagination.’

Because her attitude toward me was different from when she was with the Marquis of Beloster.

But Castillian hadn’t harbored suspicions about the break room incident.

“I’m, I’m so sorry, truly. Because I acted on my own, this happened…”

Because Violet had seemed genuinely very startled.

Although he had found her suspicious from the beginning, that particular situation was different.

As Finn Harbor and Heaven had said, she didn’t seem like ‘someone who would scheme something suspicious.’

Moreover, Siena had discovered blood flowing from Castillian’s wrist.

“You’re bleeding this much, so why didn’t you say anything?”

“…”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know? No… how could you not know when you’re bleeding this much?”

At that time, Castillian’s mind had gone completely blank.

‘Siena saw.’

She saw that I wasn’t in pain.

‘What… what should I do?’

Those were the only thoughts filling his mind.

So he couldn’t consider that there was no ‘reason’ for him to get hurt, or ‘why’ he had gotten hurt.

“But why did you get injured?”

However, Roderick had pointed it out precisely.

That Lian’s injury could only be described as intentional.

‘And that intention belonged entirely to Violet Bringer.’

Castillian pictured Violet’s face.

“…”

Goosebumps rose on the back of his neck once again.

This unsettling feeling, this gloomy and chilling aura.

Suddenly, the lukewarm smell of that cabin brushed past his nose.

‘…Could it be.’

Is Violet Bringer… Sepia Lerbock?

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