Chapter : 28
“What… what is Miss Rohanson’s full name?”
“Miss Rohanson? It’s Evangeline Rohanson.”
“Evangeline Rohanson….”
Why is he asking that? Raphaela felt an ominous chill at that moment. This is… kind of like the moment earlier when Gabriel kissed Evangeline’s hand.
“Captain, Lady Raphaela. The moment I laid eyes on her, I realized my destiny.”
No way… It can’t be. It’s not love at first sight, is it? Raphaela desperately prayed that it wouldn’t be that.
“Miss Evangeline is an angel, isn’t she?”
Now this is even worse. Raphaela corrected herself silently. She wished he had at least said he had fallen for her. He had gone crazy over that damned painting, thinking an angel awaited him inside, and now he claims Evangeline Rohanson is an angel?
The problem was, this time it actually could be true. Even after hearing Daisy’s testimony, Gabriel and Raphaela couldn’t confirm Evangeline’s true identity.
“It doesn’t matter. When Miss Evangeline performed my baptism, I painfully realized whom I should truly serve.”
Is he talking about the moment when Michel almost passed out, when his eyes rolled back? What Raphaela had seen wasn’t a hallucination. She had witnessed the moment Michel was captivated by Evangeline.
Logically, if my body is on fire and a woman appears to put out the flames with water, I’d be grateful. Raphaela, who had been trying to understand Michel, finally lost her patience and struck him back in anger.
“You crazy fool!”
He should just be thankful. Thinking she’s like an angel, maybe. But serving her? Baptism? That idiot’s brain must be fried.
“Lady Raphaela, Sir Michel has just gotten up. Please calm down.”
Yeremi covered Raphaela’s mouth and calmed her shouting. Michel seemed oblivious to Raphaela’s rage and continued speaking.
“I can no longer remain Sir Rahel’s knight. I will go to where she is. I will ask Miss Rohanson to accept me as her guard. If she refuses due to the suddenness, I will serve even as a stable hand. I just want to breathe in the place where she exists.”
Raphaela, seeing Michel practicing heresy near the Grand Hall, silently apologized to Lord Rahel on his behalf. Lord Rahel, this idiot has just lost his mind temporarily.
“Captain, Lady Raphaela looks like she might collapse…”
Hearing Yeremi, Gabriel called out to Michel.
“Michel.”
“Yes, Captain.”
Even in madness, he could at least recognize people—better than before.
“You know how great a sin you’ve committed against God, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then stay here. Consider it the punishment Lord Rahel gives you.”
“I see. For someone who has already started serving another to continue working here for Lord Rahel is indeed a punishment. Truly, Lord Rahel is merciful. But Captain, are you alright? Even with someone like me, a heretic, by your side?”
“I always respect you.”
“Captain! I respect you as much as I do Lord Rahel!”
Raphaela wanted to remodel the rotten mind that just called herself a heretic yet claimed to like the Captain as much as Lord Rahel. At least when he was obsessed with the painting, he wasn’t comprehensible; now, he could communicate, which made it worse.
“Did Sir Michel just call himself a heretic?”
“Maybe?”
Listening to Uriel and Seraph making banter in the background, Raphaela thought it might be better to just go to the Rohanson mansion herself.
“Today is pleasantly cool.”
Lying on the bed, she leisurely ate fruit that Henna had brought with a fork. The clouds were gloomy, but a gentle cool breeze came through the slightly opened window. Could this be heaven? I feel like I’m already dead…
“Miss, you’ll catch a cold like that.”
Kanna draped a shawl over her shoulders. Since it wasn’t too hot, it actually felt comfortable. Oh, Kanna, you handle everything so well without being told. To show her thanks, she offered a piece of fruit, and Kanna blushed as she accepted it.
Watching that, Henna wanted to say something to Kanna, as usual… she should say something…
Raphaela glanced at Henna. Henna stood dazed, lost in thought.
“Henna.”
“Yes? Did you call me, Miss?”
Only after being called did she snap out of it. She’s not actually sick, is she?
“If you’re tired, you can rest. Kanna’s here too.”
“No, it’s fine.”
Her voice had no strength. Fine? Nothing about this is fine.
“Go rest.”
“Yes….”
When she said it again, Henna nodded and left the room. She had been like this ever since returning from the temple.
“Kanna, is Henna sick or something?”
“No, she isn’t. But she hasn’t told me what’s going on…” Kanna said, pouting.
“It’s probably because of what she heard from that person Daisy. I should have asked more carefully…”
Right, what did Daisy say? Daisy seems to cause conflict not just with the male lead but also with Henna.
Could Henna’s state be because of me? Oh no… what did she hear from Daisy? Oh right, there’s the paper Gabriel gave me. The translation tool must be fixed by now. I should read it to find out what Daisy told Gabriel and Henna.
“Kanna, can you give me the paper I got from Sir Gabriel last time?”
“It should be in my room. I’ll get it.”
Kanna left the room and returned after a while. But her eyes were brimming with tears—something was wrong.
“Kanna? What’s wrong?”
“Ah, Miss… I’m sorry about the paper.”
Kanna handed over the paper, trembling. Raphaela was shocked when she took it—the ink had run, and all the writing was smudged.
“I must have made a mistake while washing clothes. I’m sorry, Miss, I’m really sorry.”
Kanna looked like she could barely breathe. Even when she was kidnapped by Donau, she hadn’t cried this badly. Is she more afraid I’ll scold her than anything else?
“Kanna.”
“Sniff… Yes.”
“It’s okay. I’m not going to scold you for ruining a piece of paper.”
It’s troubling, but I can’t scold her. After all, it was my responsibility to entrust the paper to Kanna.
Will I never know what was written on it? I can’t ask Gabriel again. He might mock me for being illiterate. Evangeline is a noble; there’s no way she can’t read! Amid the confusion, a better idea came to mind.
“Daisy?”
“Yes?”
There’s one more person I can ask. The report is based on Daisy’s testimony. Then I can go find Daisy! Last time, I had no money after buying holy water, but this time I can go with money and apologize in person. Money can’t heal emotional wounds, but it helps.
“If only I knew where Daisy lives, I could find her.”
“Why? Do you have business with her?”
Just then, Jelly returned from a walk at perfect timing.
“Jelly.”
Right, Jelly has some past connections with Daisy. Maybe he knows.
Pudding jumped from Jelly’s arms onto Raphaela’s lap. His kneading paws were strong. Judging by the claw marks on Jelly’s face, he’d already had a rough play session today. Luckily, as a werewolf, his healing is fast.
“Jelly, do you know where she lives?”
“No? How would I know that? But she knows I’m here, so she’ll come if needed.”
Is this really the same submale who shared adversity with Daisy? Handsome, a werewolf, definitely main character material, but the more I look, the more like a stray dog he seems.
Jelly curled up on the bed for a nap, a nonverbal signal to leave him alone. I felt like I was raising a teenage son, not a submale.
I can’t just throw him out. What should I do? Maybe ask Gabriel… That unhelpful creature… Kanna suggested a better idea.
“Daisy used to work in the mansion, right? Then maybe we can ask the butler?”
Pudding meowed in agreement. Kanna is so smart, I can only applaud. Very different from that useless furball.
“Kanna, that’s helpful.”
“Miss…”
Strike while the iron is hot; I’ll go ask the butler immediately.
“I’ll get ready while you go.”
No need for both of us to ask the butler for Daisy’s address. Kanna will prepare to go out, I’ll do the reconnaissance. Perfect division of labor.
As I got up, Pudding followed closely. I picked him up and placed him back in Jelly’s arms.
“Can you wake Jelly while I’m gone?”
It’s really convenient that he can understand speech. Purring in satisfaction, Pudding seemed happy. Ah… even in this world, cats are truly healing.
“Don’t tell Henna.”
“Yes. I’ll just say I’m going out.”
I’m going to ask Daisy what she told Henna, so I can’t bring Henna along. I’ll also ask Gabriel what he said. Give her some money too. Perfect.
Will the other side dislike it? If this were the real world, maybe. But here, it’s a noble fantasy world. Daisy is set up as a thorn in the villainess’s side, so she’ll appear frequently. It doesn’t matter. My conscience pricks a little, but…
