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It's a wave.

I walked to the window and pulled back the curtains. I could see the dark blue sea beyond the buildings across the street. And beyond that, in the distance, above the thick fog, I could vaguely see hills with occasional lights on.

It was a vacation home area in Abington Beach.

Amidst the countless emotions that surged up and became entangled in an instant, a question came to his mind that he didn't know where to throw.

Grace, what did you think about raising our child in a house with a view of where we first met?

Perhaps she had no idea. She had simply chosen this place over all the other places in this vast kingdom, judging solely by her head. The rational, logical, and reasonable reasons for this were louder than her voice, crushing his pitiful expectations.

How long had I sat back down at the end of the bed, staring blankly at the empty crib? I heard a clearing of the throat behind me.

"I, Your Majesty... ."

It was Pierce. He had a face that seemed to be lost in English as he sat in the bedroom of an uninhabited apartment. Leon's personal attendant had no idea why he had suddenly changed his schedule to go to the capital and come here.

"I'm sorry, but it's time for you to go."

The title came with the annoying title of a seat in the House of Lords. If he wanted to avoid being late for the important parliamentary vote tomorrow, he had to catch the last train to the capital.

Just as much as politics, sitting around the house without her was a waste of time. He left the bedroom and headed outside, passing Campbell in the living room and giving him an order.

"Let's also look into purchasing this place."

In this way, day by day, the woman's relics increased.

º º º

As five o'clock in the morning approached, the townhouse district of the royal capital, where the nobles resided, was deserted except for the occasional whistle of a patrolman. It was just as Grace had expected.

The day was quite chilly, but by dawn the temperature had dropped to the point where it could almost be called winter. Grace, who was watching the white breath dispersing into the air, raised her head without thinking.

The bare trees stretched out their branches against the sky covered with dark clouds. Their appearance resembled a human being crying out for salvation from God.

This was not the time to be lost in such sentimentality. Grace pushed the stroller harder and passed quickly under the streetlights that were blinking on and off one by one.

'Oh no... We're almost there.'

At the end of the street, a night patrol officer appeared just around the corner. He probably wouldn't suspect a mother of a thief, but since she was a mother, it would be awkward to act friendly and offer to guide her to her destination. She turned onto a side road between the fences of some townhouses.

The sound of the stroller's wheels was unusually loud in the quiet alley. Grace glanced around the empty alley and pulled her scarf up over her face, which was already half-hidden by her sunglasses.

'Here it is.'

We stopped in front of the third building. The iron fence surrounding the backyard of the building had the Count's coat of arms very kindly engraved in bronze.

There were no windows with lights on, as everyone was still asleep. Grace carefully opened the fence gate and pushed the stroller inside. She parked the stroller in front of the steps of the employee-only entrance and opened the handbag she was holding on her arm.

The object Grace took out sparkled brilliantly even in the dim dawn light. However, her eyes, looking at it, became cloudy.

"What the hell are you...."

The doubts that arose when she first saw this ring did not subside and continued to torment Grace to this very moment.

'What on earth were you thinking, giving me something like this...?'

I realized later that there were two names engraved side by side on the inside of the ring. One was Leon, and the other was Grace.

Not Daisy, but Grace.

There's no way you would do that... .

I was fiddling with the engraving without realizing it, and only came to my senses when I heard the bell ringing 5 a.m. from a distant church.

What are you doing? I don't have time for this.

The train heading south was to leave Central Station in about forty minutes. Grace took the envelope containing the letter out of her bag, put a ring in it, and sealed it. Then she went up the stairs and slipped the envelope into the mailbox next to the door.

Thump. My heart skipped a beat for a moment at the sound of a heavy envelope falling into the mailbox.

He went straight down the stairs, took a square brown suitcase from the shelf below the stroller, and placed it on the frosty stone floor.

Then I looked inside. The child was fast asleep, covered in a pure white, fluffy blanket. There was no angel in the world when he was sleeping.

"Good."

He didn't whine or wake up on the way here. That's understandable, because he was a very sleepy baby in a stroller. It was hard to push the stroller every night to get him to sleep because he was always so sleepy.

This is the last of those annoying walks.

Grace kissed the sleeping baby's plump nose briefly and lightly, then lowered her voice and whispered.

"Baby, I'm not sending you away because I hate you."

She stared blankly at her slightly closed eyelids. Lately, the child's deep blue eyes have begun to glow with a faint greenish light. If this continues, they will soon turn a clear blue-green like Grace's.

Why did you have to inherit my yoke?

But if I were to send him to an ordinary home, I might be able to hide from that man and the Blanchard remnants. But why can't I muster up the courage to do that? I don't know how many times in the past six months I've found a good home and then turned away, nitpicking about it.

It wasn't until the day before the last transoceanic ship of the year was due to leave that I finally made up my mind.

I've done more than my duty. The rest is up to him.

At least the child resembles me, so that narcissistic man won't be able to treat him cruelly. He may be the only one who can protect the child from the dark hands of the remnants.

Because it's Winston.

"The child's future is bright as day, because his father is Leon Winston. Don't worry."

Trust that word and leave it to me. Don't break it. Even if you break everything else, never break that word.

Soon the servants will get up and come out that door to get the milk. Then they will take the child inside. If they find the letter, they will contact the man.

Even though he knew that, he couldn't move his feet from the stroller. He was trying to shake off the last traces of the man who wanted to kill Daisy and Grace Riddle, but the child was harder to send away than the ring.

Grace, who was putting her right hand, which was out, into the blanket, tried to put the piece of chewing gum that had fallen onto the pillow back into her mouth, but instead looked at it blankly and put it in her pocket.

Looking at her flushed cheeks, I thought she might be cold, so I untied the scarf around her neck and wrapped it several times over the baby's bonnet. Looking at the gloomy sky, I was about to lower the awning of the stroller, thinking it might rain.

A faint yellow light descended on the stroller. She looked up and saw a light on in a window on the attic where the employees lived. Only then did Grace let go of the stroller, grab her bag, and step back.

Grace, who couldn't take her eyes off the stroller left in the middle of the yard until she reached the back door, took a deep breath as if suppressing something. Then she suddenly turned around and ran outside.

Footsteps echoed in the empty alley. Only the sound of footsteps echoed.

I'm sorry. Live well.

I'm going to live my life. You live yours.

The sharp blade glided smoothly along his jawline. The barber was so skilled that he could handle the blade without a single mistake even on a shaking train.

Leon, who was sitting back in his chair, looked out the window while the barber went to get a towel to wipe off the shaving cream. The sky was brighter than before, as if the sun was slowly rising. He rolled up his sleeve and checked his watch. There were about 20 minutes left until he arrived at the central station of the capital.

What should I do in the meantime?

Perhaps it was because of the harvest last night. Leon was able to sleep without any nightmares for the first time in a long while, so he was able to think clearly about what to do from now on.

The first thing he wanted to do right now was make a phone call. But it was also the most useless thing to do. The sun hadn't set yet, and Campbell couldn't have gotten any new information last night.

Then I thought about going to the restaurant car, but decided against it.

Breakfast was to be had at the townhouse. In the morning, I would take a short break and look at the agenda that would be voted on today. At lunch, I had a dinner appointment with other members. Then, in the afternoon, I was destined to be locked in the parliament all day.

He stared at the horizon that was brightening in the distance, and he let out a soft groan of displeasure and placed one hand on his forehead. Fatigue had set in, making the rest seem meaningless.

"I'm already bored."

Leon believed that a boring day awaited him.

It's a wave.

I walked to the window and pulled back the curtains. I could see the dark blue sea beyond the buildings across the street. And beyond that, in the distance, above the thick fog, I could vaguely see hills with occasional lights on.

It was a vacation home area in Abington Beach.

Amidst the countless emotions that surged up and became entangled in an instant, a question came to his mind that he didn't know where to throw.

Grace, what did you think about raising our child in a house with a view of where we first met?

Perhaps she had no idea. She had simply chosen this place over all the other places in this vast kingdom, judging solely by her head. The rational, logical, and reasonable reasons for this were louder than her voice, crushing his pitiful expectations.

How long had I sat back down at the end of the bed, staring blankly at the empty crib? I heard a clearing of the throat behind me.

"I, Your Majesty... ."

It was Pierce. He had a face that seemed to be lost in English as he sat in the bedroom of an uninhabited apartment. Leon's personal attendant had no idea why he had suddenly changed his schedule to go to the capital and come here.

"I'm sorry, but it's time for you to go."

The title came with the annoying title of a seat in the House of Lords. If he wanted to avoid being late for the important parliamentary vote tomorrow, he had to catch the last train to the capital.

Just as much as politics, sitting around the house without her was a waste of time. He left the bedroom and headed outside, passing Campbell in the living room and giving him an order.

"Let's also look into purchasing this place."

In this way, day by day, the woman's relics increased.

º º º

As five o'clock in the morning approached, the townhouse district of the royal capital, where the nobles resided, was deserted except for the occasional whistle of a patrolman. It was just as Grace had expected.

The day was quite chilly, but by dawn the temperature had dropped to the point where it could almost be called winter. Grace, who was watching the white breath dispersing into the air, raised her head without thinking.

The bare trees stretched out their branches against the sky covered with dark clouds. Their appearance resembled a human being crying out for salvation from God.

This was not the time to be lost in such sentimentality. Grace pushed the stroller harder and passed quickly under the streetlights that were blinking on and off one by one.

'Oh no... We're almost there.'

At the end of the street, a night patrol officer appeared just around the corner. He probably wouldn't suspect a mother of a thief, but since she was a mother, it would be awkward to act friendly and offer to guide her to her destination. She turned onto a side road between the fences of some townhouses.

The sound of the stroller's wheels was unusually loud in the quiet alley. Grace glanced around the empty alley and pulled her scarf up over her face, which was already half-hidden by her sunglasses.

'Here it is.'

We stopped in front of the third building. The iron fence surrounding the backyard of the building had the Count's coat of arms very kindly engraved in bronze.

There were no windows with lights on, as everyone was still asleep. Grace carefully opened the fence gate and pushed the stroller inside. She parked the stroller in front of the steps of the employee-only entrance and opened the handbag she was holding on her arm.

The object Grace took out sparkled brilliantly even in the dim dawn light. However, her eyes, looking at it, became cloudy.

"What the hell are you...."

The doubts that arose when she first saw this ring did not subside and continued to torment Grace to this very moment.

'What on earth were you thinking, giving me something like this...?'

I realized later that there were two names engraved side by side on the inside of the ring. One was Leon, and the other was Grace.

Not Daisy, but Grace.

There's no way you would do that... .

I was fiddling with the engraving without realizing it, and only came to my senses when I heard the bell ringing 5 a.m. from a distant church.

What are you doing? I don't have time for this.

The train heading south was to leave Central Station in about forty minutes. Grace took the envelope containing the letter out of her bag, put a ring in it, and sealed it. Then she went up the stairs and slipped the envelope into the mailbox next to the door.

Thump. My heart skipped a beat for a moment at the sound of a heavy envelope falling into the mailbox.

He went straight down the stairs, took a square brown suitcase from the shelf below the stroller, and placed it on the frosty stone floor.

Then I looked inside. The child was fast asleep, covered in a pure white, fluffy blanket. There was no angel in the world when he was sleeping.

"Good."

He didn't whine or wake up on the way here. That's understandable, because he was a very sleepy baby in a stroller. It was hard to push the stroller every night to get him to sleep because he was always so sleepy.

This is the last of those annoying walks.

Grace kissed the sleeping baby's plump nose briefly and lightly, then lowered her voice and whispered.

"Baby, I'm not sending you away because I hate you."

She stared blankly at her slightly closed eyelids. Lately, the child's deep blue eyes have begun to glow with a faint greenish light. If this continues, they will soon turn a clear blue-green like Grace's.

Why did you have to inherit my yoke?

But if I were to send him to an ordinary home, I might be able to hide from that man and the Blanchard remnants. But why can't I muster up the courage to do that? I don't know how many times in the past six months I've found a good home and then turned away, nitpicking about it.

It wasn't until the day before the last transoceanic ship of the year was due to leave that I finally made up my mind.

I've done more than my duty. The rest is up to him.

At least the child resembles me, so that narcissistic man won't be able to treat him cruelly. He may be the only one who can protect the child from the dark hands of the remnants.

Because it's Winston.

"The child's future is bright as day, because his father is Leon Winston. Don't worry."

Trust that word and leave it to me. Don't break it. Even if you break everything else, never break that word.

Soon the servants will get up and come out that door to get the milk. Then they will take the child inside. If they find the letter, they will contact the man.

Even though he knew that, he couldn't move his feet from the stroller. He was trying to shake off the last traces of the man who wanted to kill Daisy and Grace Riddle, but the child was harder to send away than the ring.

Grace, who was putting her right hand, which was out, into the blanket, tried to put the piece of chewing gum that had fallen onto the pillow back into her mouth, but instead looked at it blankly and put it in her pocket.

Looking at her flushed cheeks, I thought she might be cold, so I untied the scarf around her neck and wrapped it several times over the baby's bonnet. Looking at the gloomy sky, I was about to lower the awning of the stroller, thinking it might rain.

A faint yellow light descended on the stroller. She looked up and saw a light on in a window on the attic where the employees lived. Only then did Grace let go of the stroller, grab her bag, and step back.

Grace, who couldn't take her eyes off the stroller left in the middle of the yard until she reached the back door, took a deep breath as if suppressing something. Then she suddenly turned around and ran outside.

Footsteps echoed in the empty alley. Only the sound of footsteps echoed.

I'm sorry. Live well.

I'm going to live my life. You live yours.

The sharp blade glided smoothly along his jawline. The barber was so skilled that he could handle the blade without a single mistake even on a shaking train.

Leon, who was sitting back in his chair, looked out the window while the barber went to get a towel to wipe off the shaving cream. The sky was brighter than before, as if the sun was slowly rising. He rolled up his sleeve and checked his watch. There were about 20 minutes left until he arrived at the central station of the capital.

What should I do in the meantime?

Perhaps it was because of the harvest last night. Leon was able to sleep without any nightmares for the first time in a long while, so he was able to think clearly about what to do from now on.

The first thing he wanted to do right now was make a phone call. But it was also the most useless thing to do. The sun hadn't set yet, and Campbell couldn't have gotten any new information last night.

Then I thought about going to the restaurant car, but decided against it.

Breakfast was to be had at the townhouse. In the morning, I would take a short break and look at the agenda that would be voted on today. At lunch, I had a dinner appointment with other members. Then, in the afternoon, I was destined to be locked in the parliament all day.

He stared at the horizon that was brightening in the distance, and he let out a soft groan of displeasure and placed one hand on his forehead. Fatigue had set in, making the rest seem meaningless.

"I'm already bored."

Leon believed that a boring day awaited him.