# 5
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“Young Count Sachsen!!!”
The Archbishop's scream rang out like a cry of pain, and all the invitees rose at the same time. The Saxon couple and the Duke Taylor couple were standing in shock, their mouths open, unable to comprehend what was going on.
“Catch the little count, quick!”
The Archbishop ordered the priests, fearing violence to break out in this holy place, and they rushed out, holding Jack Sachsen's arms.
“Leave me!”
As he squirmed with a gloomy face, Grace quietly got up from her place.
It seemed as calm as the eye of a hurricane, amid the turmoil it caused. With elegant, elegant fingertips, she removed the necklace, ring, bracelet, and earrings - all wedding gifts - and kept them in her hand before placing them in front of the arrested young count.
“……”
Silence returned to the turbulent hall. Jack, who was screaming and squirming, looked up at the carefully arranged gifts.
The sunlight that penetrated the statue bathed the bride who had ruined the wedding in heavenly splendor. Although she dared to confess her love to another man before the god at a wedding, her noble appearance and straight posture made her look like a saint in a religious painting. Especially her green eyes, which looked like spring leaves, silenced him for a moment.
But this scene lit a fire in the heart of the Countess of Saxony.
Her precious son has his arms tied like a criminal in front of the priests, while that cheap girl who destroyed the wedding stands judging him from above!
She all trembled with rage and shouted at the top of her voice:
“In front of the Lord and her future groom, she dares to say that she has another man?! How dare you offer such a cheap girl as a bride?!!”
Duke Taylor and his wife finally woke up as if they had been hit in the back of the head, and they got up in a panic.
“Duchess Taylor!!!”
The Countess of Saxony rushed at them with tiger-like eyes, raining down a torrent of curses:
“We accepted the marriage despite everything, to dismantle the reputation of the Taylor family, and we even gave up the dowry and paid off your huge debts! How will you compensate for my son’s injury and the insult to our family?! The Saxons are not a trivial family! This is an insult to Her Majesty the Empress herf!!!”
“Countess, calm down first...”
“I seem calm now?!! This marriage... I will not accept it!!!”
“You won’t accept marriage?!”
“I do not accept it!! All the debts we promised will be cancelled!”
“Countess! Count!”
Count Sachsen's mustache twitched in anger, then he turned violently, turning the faces of Duke Taylor and his wife black.
No...the debts will come back to be paid!
Their eyes saw the piles of gold sparkling in front of them, and they almost fainted. They didn't quite understand what was going on.
The invitees did not try to mute their voices anymore; They began to exchange bright glances and flood the hall with talk about this legendary event. The archbishop raised his hands in surrender, and the noise echoed off the circular walls of the church.
In the midst of this chaos, Grace turned slowly and went up the hallway from which she had come alone.
“Grace!!!”
The Duke shouted like a murderer. She turned to him, and he shook with anger and shouted:
“Kneel down immediately and apologize, or I will throw you out of the Taylors forever!!!”
“……”
Ask me... Me, who's the Taylors?
She stifled a huge laugh and resumed her steps. Behind her, shouts rushed like sea waves.
“Grace, come back immediately!!!”
“Look at her!! How rude!! My dear, this is the best thing. We cancel the entire marriage!! And the Taylors will compensate for all the resulting damages!!!”
“Calm down first, Countess!”
The Taylors tried to blame Grace, but were distracted by the exasperated Countess. Behind her parents, Rosette was stamping her feet fanatically, then swallowed her anger and hurried after Grace.
“Grace!!”
Grace stopped at the first step and turned around. Rosette approached with quick steps, laden with all the ornaments and fabrics more than a bride.
Grace felt the winds of anger blowing towards her. Beyond Rosette, the chaos of the church spread out like a battlefield. Despite her increased heartbeat, a strange feeling of joy filled her.
“What are you doing!! You are distorting the family’s reputation and you are not satisfied with that?!!”
Grace relaxed her always expectant eyes and asked:
“Me?”
“Yes!! You are the one who destroyed the wedding! Because of you, my family fell into distress!!”
Grace listened to the scream quietly, then laughed. It was not a soft laugh as usual, but rather a raised voice, and Rosette blinked her eyes in astonishment.
“…Are you laughing?”
She delayed the question for a moment, and was followed by a sarcastic question:
“My family?”
Rosette's face froze. Grace took a step closer and bumped into her:
“Because of me, the family fell into distress?”
Small, slender body, round eyes, and pure beautiful face. Her name alludes to her calm and gentle stance... Grace Taylor, who silently endured every abuse, revealed the first thing about herf. While Rosette stumbled over her words, Grace whispered in her ear:
“Listen, Rosette. Ever since I mentioned Jack Sachsen as my husband, the Taylors' reputations have been in the mud.”
At that moment, a cry burst from the church; Certainly the Duke's voice. Rosette bit her lip, then looked at Grace with eyes full of hatred and shouted like a complainer:
“Pay for what your parents have done to you so far!! Go back and apologize and fix this situation!! Marry Jack Sachsen!!!”
“Then marry him instead.”
She didn't have time to debate with her. Rosette let out a frown and turned around.
"Even if he has six illegitimate children, be patient a little. If he hits you, be patient. After twenty years of patience, perhaps you will become the Countess of Saxony. Isn't marriage the price of what your parents did to you, not to me?"
Her words were soothing like a song. Rosette blinked in surprise.
Grace... who had allowed her to steal her dress, and even her room since childhood, and she agreed with a soft head... now says what?
But Grace had crossed the hallway and started walking away. Behind her, the chaos made her light, elegant stance seem unconcerned. Rosette felt her face burning.
Twenty years of patience to become Countess of Saxony? May I, the daughter of Duke Taylor, tolerate a libertine like Jack Sachsen?!
Rosette shuddered, then shouted towards her back:
“You… have been acting calm and obedient for so long?!! Grace!!!”
Her scream rang through the hallway like thunder.
“Where are the servants?!! They caught her and brought her here immediately!!!”
But the servants hiding in the corners of the church looked at Rosette coldly, and no one moved to carry out her order.
Meanwhile, Grace stopped at the end of the hallway and looked back. Her gaze slowly traveled over everything in the church, then fixed on a man looking at her from the top of the stairs. He was leaning against the door with tense arms, looking at her intently. She paused for a moment, and their eyes met.
I remembered Rosette's scream.
Acting calm? What harm is there in that? Even if the empire points the finger at her and her reputation becomes the most outrageous, it does not care. Rather, she had decided to become known for it from now on.
To put her sword in the neck of her parents' killer, and come back here for sure.
Taylor, Empire Rock, Golden Wheat Field. You will regain his glorious name even if it is too late.
Grace clenched her fists and turned her back to the place that held everything that belonged to her.