Chapter 5
The man I had thought was missing was suddenly standing right in front of me. Yet no one seemed to know that he was the one who had been declared missing.
If no one knows him, how could they know heâs missing? And if others donât know, how do you know him?
It was a situation that required a rather long explanation. To someone who didnât know him, hearing this would have sparked countless questions and furrowed brows.
I was no different. The fact that I alone recognized him while everyone else didnât amazed me, and I stared at him for a long while.
“The date for the joint funeral will be announced soon.”
I had received various help from him at the Navy headquarters, and that was the last thing he had said before we parted.
âIs it really okay for you to be walking around like this?â
I asked him a somewhat foolish question. The marquisâs forehead creased slightly.
âI donât see a reason I canât walk around.â
âBut still, the navy would recognize you, Colonel.â
He didnât answer. Feeling somewhat awkward, he lowered his head and began to speak words he didnât need to say.
âAh⌠I came looking for a job. Fortunately, thereâs still an opening, so Iâm scheduled for an interview in a week. At the house of Marquis Russellââ
Suddenly, he tugged at my shoulder, cutting off my words.
Startled, I looked up at him, only to hear a grumbling middle-aged manâs voice behind us.
âHey, why are you blocking the entrance?â
There was a heavy tone of irritation. He lowered his hand from the air and clicked his tongue.
âYou must be his girlfriend. Take care of him! Next time, thereâll be no leniency!â
Then, glaring at me, he strode straight into the post office.
I almost got pushed suddenly. I swallowed hard as my eyes fell on the sharp corner nearby.
It was treatment I had never experienced before.
The city of Myusenâprosperous and peaceful. A city where most people were kind and relaxed.
I witnessed with my own eyes how that image was gradually being distorted.
I gathered my composure and said,
ââŚThank you.â
Once at the harbor, once at the Navy headquarters, and now once at the post office.
For some reason, I kept relying on him every time. I forced a nervous smile and continued speaking.
âIâve probably said far too much useless talk. You must be busy, so you shouldââ
âThis doesnât seem like a suitable place for a conversation.â
He interrupted me with a low voice.
ââŚPardon?â
I furrowed my brows and looked up at the marquis. Did he want to talk to me here?
âDonât you have business at the post office?â
âItâs not important. By the way, where did you say you were applying for a job? I donât think I heard it correctly.â
The marquis offered me his hand with a charming smile. I stared at his large hand in confusion, then, almost absentmindedly, took it. He guided me forward with just enough force.
What on earth? Why was he curious about my job?
Even after walking a long way from the post office, I had no answer. Then I remembered his question and quickly replied.
âI havenât secured a job yet, but Iâm scheduled for an interview in a week. At the house of Marquis Russell.â
I felt his arm stiffen slightly where my hand rested. He stopped walking.
âYou mean the house of Marquis von Bueln?â
âYes. The pay is good.â
âWell. I wouldnât recommend it.â
âIf itâs because the dowager lady is particularly strictâŚâ
Just as I tried to continue,
âOfficial document!â
Someone shouted from the square, their voice urgent. Our eyes simultaneously turned to the source of the voice.
âThe military has issued an official document! Please check it!â
His expression darkened instantly.
If it was an official document from the military, it was about the date for the joint funeral of the fallen.
It was a gloomy Wednesday, with snowflakes drifting lazily in the air.
The joint funeral of the fallen was held.
Surviving soldiers, the families of the deceased, and I mourned the lives of my father and the soldiers who could no longer be seen.
I was throwing lilies beside my fatherâs coffin, placed in a deep grave, when someone approached me. Only one person could come to my father and me here.
Johannes Schultz.
But I didnât have the strength to acknowledge him. I just blankly continued throwing lilies.
After a while, he finally spoke, breaking the silence I had assumed he would maintain.
âHe was close to Sergeant Prim.â
ââŚ.â
âI feel itâs time to pass on his last words.â
I stopped tossing lilies and drew in a breath. I couldnât respond. My rough breathing came out intermittently. My eyelids trembled, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
Soon, his calm voice drifted to my ears on the wind.
âHe said he truly loved you.â
I gripped the hem of my dress tightly. My entire arm trembled, and my fingertips turned pale white.
âIf you donât grieve too much and live happily, youâll meet again someday.â
ââŚ.â
âThatâs what he wanted me to convey.â
I hadnât seen my fatherâs final moments, but I could guess what they might have been.
Tears kept threatening to spill, so I lowered my head.
I wanted to know exactly what illness my father had or how his last moments were.
Those questions rose to my throat, but I couldnât ask because the tears would break free.
Clamping my lips shut to stop crying was all I could do.
“Iâll see him again?”
That miracle would never happen. My father had passed. I would never see him again.
âMy sincere condolences.â
His quiet voice pressed down on me. It felt like he was telling me to finally let go of my father.
I closed my eyes gently, staring at the lilies stacked on the coffin.
I thought I had shed all my tears, but apparently, there were still many left.
In the end, I cried againâright in front of Johannes Schultz.
I only stopped once my eyes could barely open. By then, the military cemetery was empty.
The sun set in the west, painting the sky in sunset hues. And there he was.
âIâm sorry. I donât know why I only show such foolishness when youâre around, Colonel.â
I brushed away the black veil blocking my vision and wiped my eyes with the handkerchief he offered. The marquis nodded slightly, signaling it was fine.
âI heard you lived with your father. Studying pharmacy, right?â
I looked up at him in surprise.
âDid your father really say that? You must have been close.â
He nodded silently.
Still, it was a relief that there was someone my father had been close with in the battlefield. At least he wouldnât have felt lonely.
I faintly lifted the corners of my mouth, and he spoke while still gazing at my fatherâs coffin.
âIt may be presumptuous of me, but I donât recommend the house of Marquis Russell.â
âIf itâs because of the dowagerâs strict personality, I appreciate the concern. Iâve already decided.â
âNo, it will be difficult to live far away. I want to offer more practical help.â
Help? Was he pitying me?
I frowned unconsciously and turned my body toward him. He also turned to face me.
âIf youâre feeling pity, itâs unnecessary. Iâve already received enough help.â
âPity, huh. Thatâs a plausible reason, I suppose.â
ââŚ?â
The marquisâs eyes still revealed no emotion.
âSorry, but it isnât pity. I couldnât just leave the daughter of someone who helped me so much, and by chance, I knew of a suitable job nearby.â
Nearby? A job offer did pique my interest, but I feigned disinterest and asked,
âWhere?â
Looking back now, perhaps this was his first proposal.
With eyes tinged by the sunset, the marquis made his suggestion.
âHow about taking on the duties of the Schultz family, Miss Prim?â



