I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 95 Rose's Resistance

She wanted to run up to express her gratitude, but the senior maid next to her softly stopped her rash action.

"Rose, what are you going to do?! Leave your post without authorization to contact members of the Duke's family, but you will be expelled from the manor by the head maid! You don't want to lose this good job, do you?"

She had no choice but to take back her footsteps aggrieved, and continued to wipe the quaint pendulum clock that was already clean and reflective.

Rose looked at the glass face of the ancient clock reflecting her own face in the dim light...it was a face that could be called pretty.

During this period of time, she received adequate nutritional supplements from the Duke's free meals, and her sallow and thin face gradually plumped up, and her complexion became much ruddy.

Even the pair of hanging triangular eyes inherited from Feuerbach's family, the sharp corners of the eyes are softened by the regular work and rest and the good life.

Even the older sisters who live in the same Datong shop praised her for becoming more beautiful, and the cute baby fat that should appear on her face at this age, the ugly duckling will grow up to be a white swan, and she will definitely fascinate many young men in the future... Would you like my sister to introduce you to someone now?My younger brother is currently working as a clerk in a big company in the city, and the conditions are still very good. When you are on vacation next time, my sister will arrange for you two to meet?
Faced with the enthusiasm of the sisters, Rose just shook her head slowly with a smile. She said that her family is really poor, her father doesn’t have a regular job, and her brother is naughty and not doing business.

The sisters in the same shop looked at this young girl, and seemed to be able to see the heavy family burden on the other's thin shoulders... This made them think of their past for no reason, and they stroked little Rose's withered and yellow hair, which had gradually improved and become shiny, with compassion.

Rose recalled the recent past, only feeling sweet in her heart, and the joy of happiness was so full that her heart overflowed and floated to the corners of her mouth, raising a happy arc.

While she was still immersed in these beautiful moments, a familiar and long-awaited gentle voice sounded behind her.

"Little Rose, what are you so happy about?"

She looked back happily, and saw a beautiful smiling face approaching her. Those eyes, which were supposed to be as gray and cold as the winter snow in the foggy city, now shone with warmth like the rising sun in spring.

"Sister Charlotte!"

Rose was overjoyed and whispered, happily got up and hugged the slender waist of the person she was thinking of, and sniffed the smell of ink mixed with disinfectant on the benefactor's body.

Charlotte Holmes looked at little Rose who had thrown herself into her arms. She lovingly stroked the other's head, looked at the little girl whom she rescued with her own hands, and saw that the little girl seemed to have come out of the shadow of losing her brother. There was a smile on her improved face. She felt that her long-sealed rationality began to move again, secreting some kind of female instinct.

"How is little Rose doing recently? Is your work hard?"

While Charlotte was caring and greeting, she also glanced at the other maid who was standing solemnly beside her, and waved her hand to signal that the other maid did not need to be so serious and relaxed.

"Sister Charlotte, don't worry, I'm doing well. The brothers and sisters in the manor care about me as if they were their own sisters. The work assigned to me by the head maid is not difficult. It happens that I can fall asleep as soon as my head touches the pillow after work every day..."

Facing the female detective, Rose unconsciously recalled the meeting between the two that day, and couldn't help recalling her long-lost brother. Sadness and longing came like a tidal wave. Even though she tried her best to pretend to be strong, she still couldn't stop the tears from filling her eyes.

She raised her head and asked with a trembling cry, "Sister Charlotte, do you have any news about your brother recently?"

"Uh……"

Charlotte Holmes hesitated when she heard this question, but she thought that the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain. Little Rose's current state looks much better than when she was tortured by her alcoholic father. Instead of covering up the truth, it is better to take this opportunity to tell.

She stroked little Rose's shoulders, as if to stabilize the other's figure and stabilize the other's heart.

Charlotte said slowly, "Little Rose...you calm down first, and listen to me."

"Your elder brother, little Victor... He joined a criminal group that tried to start a riot by privately manufacturing arms, and was deceived and bewitched by the leader of the criminal group, so he went alone to assassinate someone who was said to have evidence of a group crime... Then, little Victor couldn't resist the opponent's counterattack and was shot dead on the spot..."

Ah!
When Rose heard such horrifying news, she felt a loud noise like a thunderbolt in her head. She felt that her heart seemed to stop, and her breathing became very difficult, as if something blocked her breathing... It was as if a wet and dirty rag was covering her mouth and nose.

She took a big breath with great effort, but she could only inhale the damp, cold and oxygen-free turbid air. Her lungs seemed to be scorching and stinging like being put into a big fire... She felt a heartache like suffocation.

The cold and merciless darkness rushed towards her, seeming to occupy her vision... In a trance, Rose seemed to see her brother Victor, who seemed to have suffered similar pain of suffocation.

Brother Victor... Rose shouted loudly from the bottom of her heart, but she couldn't stop shouting at the retreating figure.

Her heart was throbbing, as if a sharp knife had pierced her chest and rotated 360 degrees. The blood of grief was wrapped in the beauty and warmth of the recent past... It was so cold and so painful.

Tears flowed from the pale pupils, dripped down the sharp corners of the eyes inherited from the Feuerbach family, slid across the face and passed the mouth... so bitter and astringent.

But in the chaotic darkness, she seemed to hear a certain cry, and saw a certain dawn, and the light came from that cold face.

Rose felt a warm body embracing her, combed her hair gently, and whispered in her ear like a mother:

"It's okay little Rose, just cry out loud when you feel uncomfortable, don't be depressed about your own sadness and pain."

This gentle tone and gentle movements reminded Rose of her own mother, who treated her like this before she couldn't bear the old alcoholic and left... Mom, why didn't you take me and my brother when you left, and still left us in that miserable place, and asked us to put up with that disgusting damn old alcoholic!
If he hadn't been asking my brother to find money for him to buy wine, my brother would not have taken the risk to join a criminal group, and if he didn't join a criminal group, my brother would not have died... And now, I have become a real orphan.

"Woooooo~~~"

Rose wiped her tears, raised her head from Sister Charlotte's embrace, and asked pleadingly, "Sister Charlotte, I want to go back and pay homage to my brother, do you know where he is buried?"

"Little Victor's body... has been cremated and burned to ashes because it has not been claimed for a long time." Holmes said with a slight apology.

Charlotte said as she took out a few sterling coins from her pocket and stuffed them into little Rose's hand, "You take this money first, and after paying for the cremation, you can find a good place for your brother."

Perhaps pain can indeed make people grow up quickly. Although Rose's eyes are still red, tears are no longer flowing.

She choked up and accepted the coin, wiped away the tears remaining in the corners of her eyes, and nodded emphatically, "Thank you, Sister Charlotte, I will never forget your kindness. I will treat this money as if I asked you to borrow it. I still want to finish my brother's funeral by myself. After my brother's affairs are over, I will definitely come back and work hard to return the money."

Charlotte originally wanted to say that I don't need you to pay back the money, but when she saw the firm look in Rose's red eyes, she knew that this was the last stubbornness and persistence of the girl in front of her, and that it was the last heart that Rose could do for little Victor.

She had no choice but to slightly nod her head and said: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, you go back and finish your work first, and I will ask for leave from the head maid."

Rose forced a smile on her tear-stained face, and said sincerely again: "Sister Charlotte... I haven't been to school, I don't know much, and I don't know how to describe my gratitude. However, I, Rose, swear that I will remember your kindness from Sister Charlotte! I swear to Brother Victor! I will definitely repay Sister Charlotte's kindness in the future!"

Charlotte smiled and touched the girl's head, "It's okay, Rose, as long as you work hard and live seriously, that's the best repayment for me... Even if little Victor is in heaven, I definitely hope you will live well."

"Hmm."

The next day, Charlotte was rarely free, so she asked Rose to take Victor's carriage to the city together.

On the way, Rose heard that this kind uncle coachman was also called Victor, the same name as her brother, and she couldn't help being a little surprised.

Victor, the coachman, was also very concerned about the younger sister of the boy with the same name as himself, with a concerned smile wrinkled on his vicissitudes of face.

On the way, he took the initiative to say: "Miss Charlotte, anyway, you don't need a car to stay in the detective office recently, otherwise I will take you to Baker Street first, and then I will be responsible for taking little Rose to the crematorium and cemetery today, what do you think?"

"Okay, with you here to help take care of her, I don't have to worry about little Rose being cheated by profiteers in the cemetery."

So the old Victor accompanied Rose all the way to collect the ashes of little Victor. Although he was too old to do rough work, he was very familiar with these human and social matters, and finally found a good cemetery for little Victor at a reasonable price.

He was smoking a cigarette beside him and waiting for the guards of the cemetery to dig out the hole for the urn, while Rose went to the street to buy some sacrificial items. She said that her brother loved to eat milk candy when he was alive.

Amidst the sound of the cheap pastor's Bible chanting, and in the still dim haze, little Victor entered his new home. Little Rose took a pinch of mud mixed with milk sugar and sprinkled it down.

Rose Feuerbach had sweet milk candy in her mouth, but bitter tears fell again, dripping on this grassy land.

She bowed deeply and said goodbye to her brother.

Old Victor asked, "Where are you going now? Shall I take you back to the manor?"

Rose just shook her head slowly, "Don't bother you, Mr. Victor, I want to take a walk around the city to relax."

"Okay then, pay attention to your safety." Seeing this, Old Victor couldn't stop trying to dissuade him. He had also tasted the pain of the death of his loved ones, and he knew that this kind of difficulty can only be overcome by himself.

"Well. I will, thank you for your concern."

Rose wandered around the city aimlessly. Thinking about it carefully, since her mother left, she hadn't walked around in peace like this for a long time. It's just that before no matter how bad she was, she was accompanied by her brother, but now she was left alone.

Unknowingly, she walked to Victoria Park near her home and came to a lawn where many children were playing happily, as if they were playing a detective-fighting-criminal pretend game, laughing cheerfully from time to time.

The children's laughter did not affect Rose's heart. Instead, it reminded her of years ago when she and her brother happily played here.

When the sky was getting dark and the children returned home, Rose stepped onto the familiar lawn, and walked towards the deeper forest.

She came to an inconspicuous small tree. The tree was dry and emaciated, and it seemed that it couldn't get enough nutrition from the land, just like the Feuerbach brothers and sisters in the past.

Rose looked around the small tree, and finally squatted down, stroking the barkless tree body, she felt a series of notches, like scribbled words.

Victor. Love. Rose. Forever
The marks written in the past still remain, but the person who wrote them is no longer alive.

Tears gushed out from the window of the soul again, and the mournful cries echoed in the forest at dusk, which made the passing tourists feel horrified and hurried to leave this place.

When the tears are dry, when the sorrow is exhausted, it is also late at night, and the forest is silent.

A pale moonlight shone down from the gap in the crown of the tree, and fell on the roots of the small tree, and fell below the notch, and the wet soil showed strange bulges.

Rose suddenly recalled that when she was a child, her brother liked to play treasure hunting with her the most. He preferred to bury small toys in the mud, which made it hard for her to find them, and dug the garden from one hole to the other.

"Is this something my brother buried?"

Rose dug the dirt with doubts, and she saw a small box.

The box was unlocked and contained only a letter.

[Dear Rose or other letter openers:]

[Good letter opener, although I don’t know who you are, I hope you can deliver this letter to my sister Rose, who lives on Jodrell Street, thank you! 】

【Rose, I believe that when you find this letter, your brother has unfortunately left you. 】

[Please don’t be sad or cry, and don’t believe what the newspapers or news say. My brother died for a noble mission. My brother’s death is valuable. My brother’s blood can awaken the people to resist the powerful! 】

【My brother has never been afraid of death. My brother is only afraid that after I leave, I will leave you alone in the world, enduring the torment of that old alcoholic alone. 】

【So, my brother left a secret on the back of the paper, a secret written in the messy word format we used to love when we were young. 】

[Brother believes that this secret is enough to awaken your inner courage and become your strength to resist. 】

【Go Rose, bravely fight against fate, resist that old drunkard, and meet your own destiny! 】

Rose turned to the back of the letter, and she saw an unbelievable text, a secret hidden under the surface of the world, about an unknown sect, about a group of soldiers belonging to the secret masters... The neighing of swords resounded in her mind.

………………

Late at night, old Feuerbach, who was very drunk, heard a knock on the door, got up in a daze, and muttered:
"Which kid doesn't have eyes, and came to quarrel with you, Mr. Feuerbach, in the middle of the night?!"

He staggered towards the door, the moonlight cast a short and thin shadow on the door glass.

"Hic—damn you better have a good reason, or old Feuerbach will let you taste the power of the bottle!"

He cursed and opened the door.

Then, there was a icy cold light piercing into his heart.

(End of this chapter)