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 The Duke of Cassius continued to visit the next day and the next day.

At first glance, it seemed like a normal family meal, but in reality it was on the ice.

Why do you keep looking...?

The Duke of Cassius seemed to be looking at his gods persistently recently.

At first, it was limited at breakfast, but from a certain moment, I felt a gaze that seemed to be looking at myself.

For now, I do not know his gaze, but I feel that every day I feel at risk when I am anxious.

But, just as he had been, he was seen at the end of the blessing.

What was different from that time was that this time they were standing in the opposite direction.

Of course, it was Roséria’s way out of Ain’s room, and this time she was on her way to Ain’s room.

Luckily, he hadn’t seen her yet. Roseria was about to turn quickly, and then his eyes met with Lord Cassius’s.

I turned around and the warning light sounded intensely in my head that things would get worse.

'Shit...'

Every time I see him these days, I do not know how lucky I am not out of my mouth, I do not know how lucky I am.

I tried hard not to confront him even by chance, so I gave up taking a nap in sponsorship these days.

I’m so happy with the sun that I’m going to sleep on that pillar, and I’m so sorry I can’t stand the feeling of being so languid.

When I thought about it, it was time for an unfair heart to pour out.

He was getting closer to her.

“Good morning, Mrs. Carnegie.”

The fact that he was interested in himself recently was forced to admit that he tried to deny it for all kinds of reasons. The problem is that he can not grasp what the identity of his interest is.

“Yes ... good ... ... morning.”

The rain was pouring in from the morning, and I was going to see Ain at a cow ceremony that the weather had canceled her afternoon, so I was not going to stand in the room.

But I met him in the middle of the road. It was a sad morning.

And the sky was always dark as it was in the middle of the night, but it would be nice if he said good morning.

“It’s a good day to work.”

He seemed to really think the weather was good, which would be like murder right now.

And the weather is good for work.

'What's that...?'

It was a bad sound.

What's good for this weather? There's something. There's murder, kidnapping, torture, intimidation in her head right now. It didn't come to mind outside.

'You didn't tell me to listen.'

So I don’t think she warned you to be careful today. Roseria was in a state of unknowing humiliation. At that moment, a lightning strike struck my head.

“What?”

Suddenly the Duke of Cassius’s expression fell. Something bad—or a very unpleasant face.

“Yes . . .”

Why, why?

His heart pounded and his upper body cried back, but his upper body was close as Roseria had fled.

“Why are you shaking like a bastard in the rain?”

“....”

“I’m sorry,” said Duke Cassius, staring at Roseriah’s face.

Roséria was trembling like a four-eyed tree, unwittingly.

I think I have a scared face that I can not even recognize the fact.

But that didn’t force him to smile at his mouth, and his body hardened as if it were out of control. The more he did, the darker the face of the Duke of Cassius.

“I don’t remember her doing anything to scare me.”

His voice sank low. His voice, which was heard in the rain, felt somehow more dangerous.

“Mrs.

He called out to her.

But...I'll answer something.

I don’t think he’ll be able to say anything. His lips didn’t fall.

“I’m looking like I’m going to kill her.”

He cried out with a scorn.

I was like a little sigh because I did not know whether it was my own or myself.

'Why...I think I'm hurt...?'

It couldn’t have been, but Cassius’s line of poetry moved slowly, staring at her, then passed.

'Haa...'

It was only when he was not seen that she could breathe.

Just now, I thought of the words the Duke of Cassius lamented. He was right to some extent.

'I never made a direct threat to me.'

But Roseria felt enough fear over and over again, as it would have been long ago for him.

The blood was all over him, the smell and smell of blood he had been passing by, and the blood that had gone and left on the hallway was still vivid to her.

It was natural for him, as it was, and he had no idea that she was frightened by it.

It was the most frightening thing.

For her, the terrible thing that was so unbearable just to see it was as natural as the crab breathing.

It was hard to see it as long as there was a gap that would never narrow down.