Having answered in a low, yet clear voice, Liv looked up.
The smile was no longer on the Marquis’ face. The expressionless gaze staring at Liv was cold and distant, and there was a hint of persistence in it.
As the conversation between the two came to a halt, the sound of birds and the insects’ chirp in the forest began to take over. It was a peaceful, mundane sound, as if the commotion caused by a few gunshots had been a lie.
“Signal for everyone to come back. Let’s end this.”
The Marquis suddenly handed the shotgun in his hands to a servant. Liv, who saw it, opened her mouth in a questioning tone.
“The hunt…”
I think it hasn’t even started yet.
The Marquis replied quickly even before Liv could continue.
“Didn’t you just say it yourself? You will take them off if I tell you to.”
The indifferent eyes looked straight at Liv.
“Or, do you prefer the outdoors?”
Red-faced, Liv quietly squeezed the reins.
***
Liv thought maybe this time he would ask for something different from her, but he just stared at her naked body, no different from any other time.
However, every now and then, he would tap his fingers quickly on the table or chew the end of his cigar with his teeth, as if on edge. He also looked like he was contemplating something.
Nevertheless, he didn’t do anything in the end, and Liv came home safe and sound, as always.
“Liv!”
Coryda, who had been sleeping soundly when Liv left, was waiting for her with her eyes wide open. Seeing Liv come back home, Coryda narrowed her eyes and strode to her right away.
“What is it? There’s no class today, no? Where did you go suddenly? You don’t know how shocked I was when I woke up and you weren’t there!”
“I’m sorry, Coryda. I had to make a quick trip because of the extra work I’ve been doing lately.”
Liv immediately handed over what she’d brought to Coryda, who pouted her lips and was about to nag for more. It was a basket that Philip had given her before she left the mansion.
The sweet smell of the basket made Coryda forget her anger and her eyes widened.
“Oh my God, what is this?”
“The talk went well, and I got a little more work to do. I’m going to be working more often.”
“So you’re bribing me in advance because I’ll be alone now?”
Although she was grumbling, Coryda’s face was full of curiosity as she opened the basket.
The basket was filled with scones and chocolates that Liv had enjoyed for refreshments. Also some freshly made tarts.
“I prepared this for you in case you weren’t able to enjoy the refreshments while you were talking. Please don’t feel pressured, and consider this a gift in the hopes that you’ll visit again.”
Philip laughed loudly as he said that. Liv was swept up in his insistence that she must have it because there was no one else to eat it but her and ended up accepting the basket. She was inwardly relieved to see Coryda exclaim.
Well, it was made for her anyway, so it was a good thing that Coryda enjoyed it.
“And Coryda, listen while you eat.”
“Yeah, what is it?”
“Well, someone heard about our situation and wants to help.”
“Wants to help?”
Coryda, her mouth filled with tart, opened her eyes wide. Liv said in a calm voice, brushing the crumbs from the corner of Coryda’s mouth with her hand.
“He said he would refer us to a good doctor.”
The mouth that had been moving so vigorously stopped. Coryda blinked rapidly and forced the tart down her throat. But even then, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.
As if understanding Coryda who made a complicated look, Liv caressed her head.
“I’ll turn it down if you don’t like it. He can help in other ways, too.”
Coryda’s life was threatened at a young age by a quack doctor. Naturally, she would have been even more reluctant than Liv.
Liv remembered Coryda, who had been hiding for a while after the quack’s cure, freaking out at the sight of anyone who looked like him.
Some time passed, and Coryda had grown a lot, but had that fear gone away as well? Liv couldn’t be sure of it.
“But if you’re telling me this, isn’t it because that person said he was going to help us with that?”
Liv drew an awkward smile as Coryda was quick at catching on. After a few moments of silence, Coryda blurted out a question.
“Who is this person who wants to help us?”
As she couldn’t reveal the Marquis’ identity, Liv pondered for a moment about how to introduce him. But nothing really came to mind. Therefore, Liv decided to use the excuse of Adolf, whom Coryda was at least familiar with.
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