The Mistress Runs Away

Damain was the only night that he and she both gave up all reason and became beasts.
It was like walking down the street and being struck by lightning, an accident that could not be avoided and could not be undone.

“Indeed …… it is.
Then I will see you later in the evening.”

After a moment of hope, the Countess, who had unfortunately lost her optimism, called Joanne, the maid who was standing far away, to come and help Rowena.
As she watched silently as Rowena moved away, she felt a presence behind her.

“Countess Rachel.”

Startled, the Countess turned around and she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Yo-..
Your Excellency.”

Killian, holding a hunting rifle whose barrel had not even cooled down when he approached her without making a sound, and stood three steps away from her.
She had met him occasionally at royal banquets and such, but this was the first time she meets him alone with him like this.
He was of such outstanding beauty that she seemed to have forgotten all the rumors of his temper and difficult personality.
Unlike what he looked like in banquets, His jet-black hair seemed messy in a way, and was covering his forehead, and his icy gaze was so beautiful that it made her dizzy all of a sudden.
Her cheeks began to flush at the sensual body odor that wafted from him despite the distance, and the countess fumbled to get a word out.

“Miss Philone went to her quarters just now.”

“I saw that.”

“What?”

“I have a favor to ask from you, Countess.”

Kilian stepped closer, suddenly holding a gun and aiming it at her.

Frightened by the sudden threat, the countess collapsed in her place, and at that moment, with an ear-piercing roar, a flock of geese in the distance flew by, flapping their wings.
Kilian, glancing at what the gunshot had resulted in satisfaction, offered a hand to the Countess, who was now slumped on the dirty dirt floor.

“Hoo”

Noticing, the Countess took his cold, smooth, leather-gloved hand in hers.

“What kind of favors are you asking me to do for you? Your Excellency.”

After helping her up, Killian, who had pulled his hand back, concluded his words in a low tone.

“A very simple one.”

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