# 10
---
Joseph pulled up his ears and stretched his neck long toward the stairs.
What are they talking about? The lady who beautifully ruined the wedding attracts curiosity, and Walter, who flies towards her like a bee chasing a flower, also attracts curiosity.
What is this? Curiosity is killing me!
“You will wait a long time.”
Upon hearing the sudden sound, Joseph pulled his sword from his pocket and raised it. The sword blade stopped preciy in front of a slender neck. The arrival without a voice was a girl with reddish skin and thick freckles.
"Who are you."
Joseph asked violently, but the girl opened her eyes wide instead of fear.
“Who am I to ask?”
What would you do if you knew?!
Although Joseph felt pressured by her prestige, he regained his composure and tightened his features even more.
Not a regular visitor to the inn. Her confident stance despite the sword on her neck, and her movement without him noticing her.
“Answer the question.”
He threatened Big Joseph, who terrifies grown men, but the girl responded with an even bigger tantrum.
“If I don’t answer, you will stab me? Obey me, stab me!! Try it!”
Instead of fear, she stretched her neck and widened her eyes. Not three hundred degrees, but four hundred. The whites of her eyes shone terrifyingly.
War really depends on prestige.
“Since when do you see me and talk like this? Is this your home?!”
no.
Joseph almost answered without thinking.
“For this little respect, the knights are accused of stupidity!!”
His bones, bitten by a monster years ago, became inflamed.
“Don’t you remove the sword?!”
“Who are you then...”
As Joseph asked in a faint voice, light heavy footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. A gentle voice followed.
“Jesse?”
“Yes, miss!”
Despite her cheerful answer, Jessie stared at Joseph with bleary eyes and pushed the sword blade away with her pointer finger.
While Joseph retrieved his sword with a confused posture, Grace came down the stairs first followed by Walter. He stood half a step behind her, looking natural.
Joseph paused for a moment. He felt that the two of them looked like newlyweds who had just gotten married. But when Walter moved, the atmosphere changed. He stood between Joseph and Grace and introduced him first.
“Joseph Rexton, my assistant.”
Upon introducing Walter, Joseph quickly inserted his sword and stood solemnly in front of Grace. Grace responded with a slight eye salute and then pointed at Jesse.
"This is Jessie. She will be working with me and helping me with assignments."
Jessie bowed to Walter respectfully.
“Jessie, Miss Maid.”
“She is my teacher too.”
"Ms?"
Walter asked, wondering at Jessie's young face, and Grace smiled at Jessie.
“You taught me courage.”
Jessie frowned, and Joseph remembered her four-hundred-degree eyes and muttered to himf.
Daring, no, madness...
His mind was completely mixed up. how's it going?
But his master's next explanation put him into even greater confusion.
"From now on, Miss Grace, my love, we will go together to Richmond. Joseph, bring a carriage."
“…yes,…what?!”
Joseph jumped up and stared at Walter, but the unfriendly manager wouldn't elaborate.
“Your happiness?”
I hope for a correct explanation!! dear?! suddenly?!
While Joseph opened his mouth in amazement, Grace extended her soft, white right hand towards him, smiling with an elegance worthy of her name.
“Pleased to meet you, Knight Rixton.”
Joseph felt his cheeks burning and opened his mouth wide. Jessie stared with her four hundred eyes again, and Grace waved her fingertips in a gentle whisper.
“Take care of us in the future.”
Even though she was as thin as his arm, he felt like submitting. Remember how you arranged the gifts in front of the little count like a dream.
“Uh...yes, miss.”
Joseph kissed the back of her hand like a possessed man, and Jessie relaxed her eyes. She seemed very satisfied. The voice of 'I raised her well' was ringing in his ears and made him goosebumps.
“Move quickly, Joseph.”
Joseph turned with an interrupted voice to his master. Despite his heavy prestige, Walter is ready for any madness when needed. What is hidden under his steel mask cannot be measured.
In the end, Joseph left without question with a frozen face, took the money and left the inn.
In the crowded street he shivered once. He felt cut out of the story, and more importantly...
“Becoming weak?...”
This feeling is never wrong, it is real. He scratched the back of his aching head and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
＊ ＊ ＊
Joseph's feeling came true quickly.
He spent 10 years in the Wall of Death trying everything, but driving vehicles was new to him. Even his veteran beast-riding horse was now pulling carts.
But the feeling is better than he expected... even good, because of the smile of Miss Grace, who suddenly became the director's lover and companion, which compensates for 10 harsh years.
She was very nice.
“Knight Rixton.”
Joseph was surprised that his name was pronounced so sweetly.
Who calls him the most? That cold face without mercy, the sharp eyes, the far from kind manager. Every time he calls, his heart beats. He was praying to himf not to call him!
Our miss did not just make a nice call, but she spoke kindly.
“Sorry for forcing an excellent knight to drive the carriage.”
“No, never!! My dream was to become a carriage driver!”
M.M.: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
He didn't notice that Grace had become 'Miss' and the words came out straight away.
He felt Walter and Jesse's sarcastic looks, but he did not regret it. ضحكت غريس.
The quiet girl who ruined the wedding has disappeared. Her pure, resonant laugh behind him, and a fruity breeze caressed his cheeks. Is this paradise?
Then Grace asked Jesse suddenly.
“Jesse, what would you have done if I hadn’t come then?”
Jessie understood, scrunched her nose and laughed.
“I would have hit the little count on the head with a wine bottle instead of you.”
“……?”
“؟؟”
Walter turned on the horse and Joseph on the cart together.
Through the open carriage window, half of the girls' faces were visible.
“Miss, is your wrist okay?”
“It hurts a little. Reality is really different.”
“The bruise shows that the bottle was very heavy. You should have chosen a light bottle that suits your strength. Next time, use your whole arm, not your wrist.”
Following Jesse's advice, Grace raised her right arm and shook it several times. A movement that hits something forcefully.
Walter and Joseph remembered the young count's blue eyes.
“……”
“……”
The two turned forward as they had agreed, and then soft words were heard from behind them. A soft melody carrying a deadly meaning.
“When I meet him again, I won't just hit him with a bottle of wine.”
Joseph swallowed, unusual for the meaning of the words emanating from a sound like a song.
Meanwhile, Jessie stared at the radiant Grace and slowly hugged her. She laughed, hiding a feeling of collapse.
Jessie was ready to die in Grace's place, but she couldn't walk her own path. Grace vowed revenge and devoted herf to it.
She insulted the Empress's nephew and annulled the marriage, declaring her secret lover in front of everyone. Social suicide by Miss Nabila. Now Taylor cuts her off for fear of the Empress's wrath. Even if the title of Richmond's lover protects her, her suffering will deepen.
"Don't worry."
Grace whispered to Jesse's heart. They turned to the window as they agreed. Taylor's territory extended vastly. Wheat lands waved and dots of people passed between them.
She took the first step to regain that land. She will not stop, and she will not fall exhausted.