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The faint bass sound is the sound of a train horn. This sharp sound is clearly the whistle announcing the departure of a train.
The woman was in a public telephone booth at the train station.
As soon as he finished writing the note, Leon threw a baseball at the secretary's office door.
bang.
A spiderweb-like crack appeared on the thin door. The ball hit the floor, and exactly three seconds later, the private opened the door slowly and looked through the crack. Leon held out the note so that it could be seen clearly.
Police to Bilford Central Station and West Station immediately.
The private nodded and closed the door. Now, he will ask the police for cooperation according to the pre-arranged script.
[...What were you talking about?]
The woman paused and asked, perhaps hearing the sound of a door breaking.
"Oh no, something slipped out of my hand."
[Calm down a bit.]
The woman seemed to think he had slammed his fist on the desk.
"Oh, so that's why you ran away? Because you were afraid that I would get mad at you? Come back, I won't get mad at you, okay?"
There were two stations in Billford. Either way, Leon's goal was to stall for time until the police arrived and found the woman. His mouth was already starting to dry.
So, my mission is over, so if you are a man who has given you all the humiliation?
"I didn't use you because of my desires, but to free you from your brainwashing. No matter how much I told you the truth, you wouldn't believe me. I had no choice but to let you experience it for yourself. I know it's a radical method that's far from common sense, but if I hadn't had my child, you would have fallen under the devil who ordered you to be a beau and been used in the same way."
[Great. Whether it's self-defense or an excuse. When you leave the military, try becoming a lawyer.]
"Whatever, my method worked in the end. You can't deny it. Thanks to me, you opened your eyes to the truth."
[Oh, yes. I am so grateful that I am almost crying. In return, all you ask is for me to bear your child and be tied to you for the rest of my life. You are really doing a bad job. Oh my, Your Majesty! If this continues, the Count's family will go under.]
The woman began to scoff, then lowered her voice and spoke bluntly.
[I get my revenge, you get the title, and our story ends here.]
"You're mistaken, your revenge isn't over yet. That's why you're wandering around the country with that body. You don't have to do that. Just snap your fingers and I'll take care of destroying those guys. So come back."
[All you can say is come back? I'm already bored. I'll hang up.]
As the woman tried to hang up, Leon quickly changed the subject.
"You don't know yet, but I'm not the only one after you."
[Tell me something I don't know.]
"Did I really say rebels?"
The woman remained silent, perhaps because of the unexpected sound.
"The royalists are after you too."
[...Why royalists?]
"You remember when the inspector came to the annex to look for you? The King and the Archduke were behind it. They found out about your existence while trying to find a weak point to pressure me with the Sinclair case."
[...And yet you didn't let me go and kept me locked up?]
The woman muttered that he was crazy.
"The royal family and the grand duke are also after you. As my power grows stronger, my weaknesses will become more desperate."
The woman was shocked and speechless. It was just as Leon had expected.
In fact, the fact that the royal family and the grand duke were looking for women was only Leon's guess up until now. Of course, that woman didn't need to know that.
"Even your biological father is desperate to find you. Because he knows the secret that will bring him down in one fell swoop."
Leon drove the wedge in, his expression clearly agitated even over the phone.
"You know better than anyone that I am the only one who can protect you. If you want to live, come back."
The woman sighed and muttered.
[When I go back, they'll all lock me up under the pretense that they're after me.]
"Imprisonment? You already know my plan."
[then....]
The woman, who had been silent for a moment, suddenly asked.
[Please ask me.]
Leon was speechless. It was obvious to him that the woman was asking for a favor. But he had no other choice.
"around."
[Is that rain? Pray properly.]
Leon, who had never asked for anything from anyone in his life, swallowed the bitter humiliation rising to the tip of his chin and let out a sigh with difficulty.
"...please."
The woman burst into laughter, her ears ringing as if she found something so funny, and then suddenly stopped laughing and began to reprimand him.
[You missed something important.]
Leon groaned, covering his face with one hand, before speaking again.
"I'm sorry. It was my fault. So please come back."
It was more of a teasing tone than a flattering tone. A quick-witted woman couldn't miss that.
[You apologize too easily. I don't feel any sign of reflection.]
"You won't feel it if you hear it over the phone."
[You already have a bad attitude. And didn't the great Captain Winston say so? When you pray, be sure to be clear about what you want and how you want it done.]
The woman moved as he had expected. She wanted to inflict on Leon the same humiliation she had suffered. He tapped his pencil on the desk and thought about the words he had organized in his head, one by one.
"I was too harsh on you, I hated you, it was all too much, and I won't do it again. I forgive you for what you did to me. I want to clean up the past and start over with you. So please give me one more chance."
The woman had no answer.
"please."
The answer he got when he begged again was extremely cold.
[I won't listen to everything you say, Leon Winston.]
The pencil in Leon's hand snapped with a crack. What he wanted to break now was his own neck, the one that said those words to the woman.
Did that woman disappear to repay me for all the things I did? Leon had no choice but to accept it silently. It felt like a necessary step to clean up the past.
"If you want to repay all the humiliation you've suffered, come and do it yourself."
Pick, the girl snorted.
[You're mistaken, I have no resentment or interest in you anymore.]
At that moment, something inside Leon suddenly crashed.
[Anyway, thank you for letting me know the truth. Now, the stain of my country will disappear from your perfect life.]
"When did I ever call you a stain...?"
[Oh, I see those delivery girls you sent over there? I guess I should go now.]
"that...."
Just as he was about to call out his name in a hurry, the woman called him first.
[Leon.]
"huh?"
[Do you still love me?]
Leon shut his eyes tightly.
"...okay."
[So you're unhappy?]
"... ... ."
While he was speechless, the woman hung up the phone, leaving only a sneer behind.
"Grace!"
Even if you call her late, she won't hear you.
"Ha, damn it... ."
Leon buried his face in one hand, unable to put down the receiver from which he could no longer hear the woman's voice.
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In the end, they never caught that woman.
No, I caught it. Almost.
The woman was caught by officers who responded to Bilford Central Station. The problem was that the officers didn't know how cunning the woman was.
They were fooled by a woman pretending to be in labor pains and went to the hospital instead of the police station, and while they were looking away, the woman disappeared from the crowded hospital.
As he was running to Billford, the woman disappeared again.
A week later, a letter from Leon arrived at the 1st Special Forces Headquarters. The sender's name was, shamelessly, 'Daisy Abbington.'
Leon couldn't help but feel discouraged after seeing what was inside.
The contents were a note explaining how to find the Blanchard rebel message in the newspaper advertisement and how to decipher the code.
It was an expression of intent not to report any more.
Leon still couldn't give up hope. He set up a lair around the remnants' hideout and contact point, following the method the woman had told him. That woman might still be pursuing the remnants, unable to shake off her thoughts of revenge.
They even tried to lure people by placing fake ads in newspapers pretending to be part of the remnants.
However, as a month passed, the 'pregnant woman wearing sunglasses' did not appear at the contact point or the hideout. Only the rats were attracted.
As soon as there was a way to check on the woman's safety and whereabouts, she disappeared again.
At this point, Leon could no longer endure it and tore down the last trap with his own hands.