# Chapter 32: 32
Faced with this strange event, Radis approached the door and opened it herself.
—...!
Radis was surprised.
A man dressed all in black stood at the narrow door.
He was about twice as tall as Radis, and even his shoulders were twice as wide.
Everything that covered his large body was black.
The luxurious cape on his shoulders, the luxurious fitted doublet, the silk trousers and his boots.
The only part of his body that did not present this absence of color was his face, but even this was half covered by his long black hair.
What could only be seen beneath her curly bangs was her straight, angular nose, sharp jaw, and mesmerizing red lips.
And as his lips moved, a soft, deep voice poured out like opulent leather.
—Radis, correct?
It was only a moment, but Radis wondered if he should attack that man.
Because that figure standing in that dark hallway looked like a monster.
Radis suddenly realized that he was reaching for his empty side, as if he was about to pull out a sword that he didn't even have.
Smiling at his own stupidity, he relaxed his hands at his sides and opened his lips to speak.
—But who are you?
—…!
She could see the man's jaw twitch.
He crossed his arms slowly and responded.
"Aren't you speaking too informally?"
"I'm just returning the favor."
—…!
A crooked smile tugged at the man's lips.
He stroked his chin and as if expressing his surrender, he spoke.
-Alright. From now on it will be like this, eh? Not bad. I will introduce myself then: I am Yves Russell. Marquis Russell.
Radis widened his eyes as he looked at the man.
“This is Marquis Russell?”
She couldn't believe it.
That black-robed man was Marquis Russell, the lord of the largest lands in the south!
—I heard that he is young, but more than young, it is more like he has an immature atmosphere...
It's not that I didn't want to talk to him, it's that I didn't want to be polite. But he was a marquis.
—I am… no, my name is Radis… sir.
As he said that, he suddenly realized that Zade and Margaret were standing a short distance away in the dark hallway, watching them.
They seemed strangely nervous.
Radis added reluctantly.
—…Radis Tilrod.
—It's okay, Radis. Can I talk to you for a moment?
-Talk?
—If there was a living room in your room, we could talk there, but I don't think that will be the case.
Marquis Russell took a quick look around the small room and then turned to Radis without wasting much time looking around.
—Let's take a little walk in the garden.
It didn't seem like he was asking her to fight, so she didn't have to think deeply before accepting the invitation to speak.
Radis nodded.
—Yes, Excellency.
She left the room and closed the door behind her, at which point she heard Margaret murmur behind her, "Without even changing her clothes!", but Radis didn't care.
The clothes he had on were all old and didn't look much better than what he was wearing at the moment. And that horrible fluffy pink dress.
Radis left the hall and walked habitually to the back garden.
Unlike the front garden of the mansion, which was decorated with all kinds of colorful flowers, the back garden was more of a vacant lot than anything else.
When they got there, Radis leaned against a fence and crossed his arms, looking at Marquis Russell.
—May I know what you would like to talk about?
The Marquis strangely did not respond, looking only at Radis with his lips firmly closed.
After a while, Radis spoke again.
-...what's happening? Did His Excellency really just want to take a walk?
-That?
—So, would you like to go to the front garden?
—No, it's fine. I would like to talk, so this place is enough. But I would like to ask you: Have we met before?
-Sorry?
Radis frowned as he looked at him.
Even when he looked at it again, it was the first time he had seen it.
The same thing happened in his previous life.
If I had met a person who had a presence as unique as him, I would have definitely remembered him.
—I don't think so, Your Excellency.
—Yes... that's how it should be. It's just that he said something strange. No, it doesn't matter.
Marquis Russell shook his head and said that in a firm tone, as if to banish the thought.
Why did you think that?
—…it's absurd.
-That?
—This house. And you.
Radis frowned and glanced lightly at the Marquis.
She couldn't even guess what he meant.
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