Not Knowing The Betrayal Of That Day

Chapter 53

But Tessa regretted it all the way back to her room. A sigh spilled through her lips.

‘What are you thinking…’

She was going to learn to write. Was she going to say that she didn’t want to learn to write anymore? But then, Janet… Tessa bit her lower lip and blinked anxiously several times. Janet’s favor was trampled upon her eyes when she said she would not learn to write now.

‘…….’

Her thoughts were all complicated. She was not very confident in learning to read. Rather, her concerns weren’t limited to being nuisance to the Marchioness, but she would never know unless she tried it. Still, Tessa had already assumed that she would find it difficult to learn to read because she was stupid.

As she was about to let out a sigh, someone pulled Tessa from behind.

“Madam, it’s dangerous.”

Astonished, she looked ahead and saw a large column right in front of her. Tessa wouldn’t have known that because she had not seen it in front of her and she would have hit her forehead if it had not been caught by the escort knight Hert had attached to her.

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

Tessa nodded her head to the escort knight and lowered her heated face. She was ashamed of herself that she couldn’t even see right in front of her now. With this kind of mind, how was she going to learn to write? Her feelings kept trying to dig further into the ground. That’s when the escort called Tessa.

“Madam, it would be better for you to go back as soon as possible.”

“…Ah, yes.”

She could feel the knight looking at the other side for a while. Tessa looked to the other side as she followed that gaze unknowingly, but nothing was there.

* * *

‘Ah, the disposition for the estate? Of course you have to hold it in your hand.’

Hert recalled a conversation he had with the Marquis before the battle for territory. If only a one-sided notification could be called a conversation.

‘After the battle, it will be quiet for about a month, but after that, the bastards will hide. Maybe even faster. Of course, it’s up to you to cut them all out or hold on to it. Surely you can?’

As the Marquis said at the time, less than a month had passed before the spies began to hide in the Jutert estate. All of them were the outlaws of the forces that opposed Marquis Borwen. They didn’t like the increase in the Marquis’ strength. Seeing them doing their best tricks though it’s obvious that they know he’s holding out here.

“Is this all?”

“Yes.”

As the knight handed the list, Hert looked down at the spies who had been dragged in front of him. One, two, three, four… This time, there were quite a few. It was like this, even though there must have been a warning.

‘They won’t stop.’

Hert’s gaze fell heavily. Finding a spy, exposing information, and processing it was not only once or twice, and if this was repeated over and over again, he would quickly get tired of it. He even skipped lunch with Tessa today, so he was in a bad mood.

In fact, Hert didn’t have to go out on his own to deal with the spies. Originally, his role was mostly to make decisions while receiving reports of organized matters. It was up to his noncommissioned officer, Lange, to deal with the intruders simply to gather information. With that procedure, Hert regretted sending Lange away on a business trip for a very short time.

‘I shouldn’t have sent you…’

Although Lange Geoffrey was a member of the staff appointed by Marquis Borwen for surveillance, he was quite the efficient worker. It was for nothing that he occupied the position of a non-commissioned officer.

Although he did not fully trust Lange, it was inevitable that his absence would be greatly felt in these circumstances.

Fine. I can’t ask someone who’s already been sent back to come back. Let’s finish it quickly.’

Hert rolled up his sleeves and drew out his sword. The handle of his sword clung to his hand. Hert hated to admit it, but he couldn’t deny that his best talent was wielding a sword. This ability allowed him to survive in the arena, in prison, and on the battlefield.

After a while, Hert carefully looked at the four spies, picked the man in the middle, and pointed his sword at him.

“Let’s start with you.”

Hert monotonously opened his mouth as the tip of his blade pierced the man’s kneeling shoulder. Aaaackk! From the moment the man with his shoulder pierced began to scream, everyone began to hold their breath inside.

The man, who once roamed the battlefield and slashed and killed his enemies, was now here.

* * *

“What? Really?”

“Yes, how could I lie to you, Young Marquis Jutert? If you help us, then we will also support you. You will be able to bring back both the estate and the family that were unfairly stolen.”

Ferdale was delighted with the man’s words and jumped up from his seat without realizing it. His face was full of joy and excitement.

At first, he thought he had come to some strange place, but it turned out to be the greatest luck given to him. Not wanting to miss out on this good fortune, Ferdale tightened his clenched fists.

On the one hand, he was still curious about the existence of the woman who guided him here, but now it was just a wonder. The opportunity to rectify everything was right in front of him.

“I’d love to! Of course I’ll help! So make sure to keep that promise!”

“Great. Then sign here and stamp your thumb. It is a very important thing.”

The man took the contract out of the drawer and held it in front of Ferdale. Without hesitation, Ferdale hurriedly signed the contract, falling right into trouble.

* * *

“Things like these are a waste of time…”

All four of the spies were dealt with, but there was no significant result. He did not know the intentions of those who sent them.

Are they still trying to save themselves? However, one fact was barely noticeable. It was clear that Marquis Borwen was doing things without saying a word to him.

‘Damn woman.’

It’s definitely like this. Hert came out, swallowing the curse that was about to burst. Unlike the air inside, which was filled with blood, the fresh outside air greeted him.

Hert took off his blood-splattered shirt.

“Sir.”

Mogen, who was waiting, quickly approached. Hert wiped the blood from his face with his shirt, and handed the sword he was holding to Morgen as if tossing it. Mogen took the sword dripping with the blood at once, and casually put it into the sheath.

“Did you go to find out?”

“Sorry, we couldn’t find it.”

“Then who is the Young Marquis’ accomplice?”

“It looks like it will take a little longer. But we have selected a few suspect candidates.”

“Who.”

Mogen took a step closer to Hert and whispered a small whisper in his ear. Hearing that, Hert’s expression suddenly distorted. It was because among the candidates, a person who did not fit this job at all was mentioned.

“Are you certain?”

When Hert asked, Mogen quietly nodded her head. Hert put his arm through the shirt the other knight had brought him, and let out a sullen laugh. What the hell is going on?

But it wouldn’t be a lie. Unlike Lange Geoffrey, Mogen Bosch was a talent that Hert had personally appointed. She didn’t have a reason to lie to him.

In any case, if Mogen’s words were true, he seemed to understand to some extent why the search for the accomplice who had let the Young Marquis escape was going so slow. Hert grimaced as he mounted his horse.

“Keep an eye out, and if there is any suspicious movement, come and report it right away. It would be quicker to raid the scene than to just gather evidence.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then I’ll go first.”

Hert swung the reins and willed his horse forward. It took more time than expected. He had to hurry from now so he could arrive at the castle before evening and prepare before dinner. Because he couldn’t meet Tessa like this.

As Hert rushed his horse forward and arrived at the castle as quickly as possible, he washed his body first. The dripping water washed away the blood that had splashed on him.

After checking it several times, Hert went out of the bathroom and changed into the newly prepared clothes. When there were no bloodstains anywhere, Hert moved to the room where Tessa was.

“Your Excellency.”

When Hert appeared, Mani and the maids serving Tessa bowed their heads towards him. He glanced at the closed door and asked Mani.

“Is she inside?”

“Yes, it’s just that… The Madam is sleeping. Would you like to come in?”

Mani quietly opened the door, and Hert muffled his footsteps and entered the room.

Tessa was easy to find. She was asleep on a rocking chair near the window. Her carefree face and the even breath told him that she had fallen into a pretty deep sleep.

Hert, stepping in front of her, looked down at Tessa’s sleeping face for a moment.

She didn’t look as sickly as she did before, but looking at her sleeping like this still reminded him of the past, making his chest all suffocated. He was even worried that she might not be able to open her eyes like this.

Even whenever he slept beside Tessa at night, Hert would often listen to her heartbeat. If anyone were to see him like that, they would surely say that he was entirely too attached. But if he didn’t do this, he wouldn’t be reassured.

“…If you’re going to sleep, sleep in bed. Why are you sleeping in a chair so uncomfortably like this?”

Hert quickly carried Tessa into his arms. He thought of moving her to the bedroom so she could sleep comfortably. But as soon as he lifted her body, her eyelids trembled, and then the olive-colored eyes were revealed.

Tessa awoke from her sleep, flustered to realize that she was in Hert’s arms.

“You can sleep more. You look tired.”

Heading to the bedroom, Hert spoke briefly.

“N, no… I’m all awake. When… did you come back?”

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