Chapter 276
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The early morning air had grown rather murky. The sound of early summer rain seemed to reach all the way to the pillow.
Because of the gloomy weather, he woke later than usual. Still, it was dawn.
As always, Logan rose the moment he opened his eyes. He quickly drew back the curtains and pulled the bell cord.
After ordering a servant to bring washing water, he touched his cheek.
It was wet.
Why on earth?
âAfter feasting my eyes in a dream, I end up wallowing in misery by myself.â
He still didnât know the reason for these tears. Perhaps it was because he couldnât remember the end of that hazy state.
âWell, it was just a dream anyway.â
It would be better not to make a fuss over it. If he spent every day lost in dreams, monsters and the royal family would come for his head.
âHaaâŚâ
The third Gatpolla Expedition was just around the corner. The battlefield of the navy with no personal ties. The island of monsters.
The royal family wanted their acclaimed hero to participate in this yearâs battle. It was for propaganda anyway, so he would be assigned to the safest position.
Ordinarily, Logan would have been ashamed not to stand at the very front. But just this once, he was relieved by the royal familyâs transparent intentions.
He still wanted to live.
Because now, he had a reason to live.
âItâs torture, seeing her only in my dreams.â
Just thinking of her made him restless.
Even if dreams left a strange aftertaste, only the pleasant memories lingered, like sweet candy. But upon waking, the emptiness was clear, and reality would come rushing in.
âShould I go to the central region soon?â
Since the Harper merchant guild was planning to expand into the central region, if he said heâd go on a survey, his grandfather would gladly approve.
The timing was perfect, too. Before deployment, a soldier could take leave for reasons other than illness. If he timed it well, he might be able to travel all over the central regionâŚ
ââŚâŚâ
Yes, they were all just excuses.
There was only one place he really wanted to go.
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The party at the Lope Viscountcyâs manor was tedious.
Familiar people, familiar faces, familiar women.
It was just another ordinary party, not worth a second glance. If it hadnât been to preserve his maternal grandmotherâs reputation, he never would have attended.
Christian drank with a bored expression. The alcohol was mediocre at best. The Lope family might have put a lot of effort into importing it, but⌠well.
To Christian, who was used to the finest wines sent as gifts to the House of Duke Pierce, it tasted cheap.
He fended off those who approached and claimed a sofa in a corner of the hall for himself.
âI should have stayed a little longer at Mrs. Butlerâs house.â
Recently, heâd been seeing a widow who hadnât taken her husbandâs surname. It hadnât been long, but for him, seeing only one woman was unusual in itself.
It wasnât that she was particularly special. It was just that he now had less time to live as a libertine than before.
He needed to make money to pay off his debts. Only when he had to raise funds without the help of his family did he finally feel the true weight of gold.
âDamn it, why is everything so completely bottomed out?â
There really werenât as many ways out as he thought. Every business heâd invested in was a mess, and just managing to break even was the best heâd done. Could things really go this badly, even when they went terribly?
Still, the idea of a dukeâs son actually working was unthinkable. No, he had never even considered such a thing.
Nobles have their own way of managing things that befits their status. In the past, they managed serfs on their estates and collected rents. Now, with the money accumulated that way, they invest, buy merchant ships, or run farms to grow their wealth further.
Thatâs the proper way. He didnât know any other method.
But if all those investments turned out like thisâŚ
âDamn it, this is driving me crazy.â
âWhatâs driving you crazy?â
Someone squeezed onto his sofa. With an annoyed look, he checked to see who it was.
ââŚCaroline, didnât you go back to the Lasphilla territory?â
âAs you can see, not yet.â
âIs that so?â
Christian replied indifferently and propped his chin up on the other side.
He had a brief relationship with her. But it was truly fleeting. For Christian, it wasnât even worth counting as a romance.
But for Caroline, it was a genuine relationship, a courtship premised on marriage.
âChris, arenât you going to dance?â
âIâm not fond of the music tonight.â
âThen should I ask them to change it? If you pick the song, Iâll go over to the piano andââ
âCaroline.â
âMm?â
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
âDid I ask you to dance with me?â
âUh, noâŚâ
âThen go back. I want to rest.â
âIâI want to rest too.â
âThere are plenty of empty seats. If we each spread out, thatâs best for everyone, isnât it?â
ââŚâŚâ
A disappointment as big as her expectations appeared across her face.
âYouâre still misunderstanding.â
At the out-of-the-blue remark, Christian tilted his head.
âWhat misunderstanding?â
âYou think I turned you down because I donât like you, right? Thatâs not it. I was just acting the way I was taught.â
ââŚâŚ?â
âI do trust you. But because I trust you⌠I want to wait for a better day to be together.â
âWhat are you evenâŚ?â
âItâs dangerous before the wedding, isnât it? Right?â
ââŚHa.â
After a while, recalling his last time with Caroline, he opened his mouth. He gave a short, stifled laugh, his stomach twitching, then burst out in loud laughter.
âHa ha, ahahahaha!â
At the bright sound of his laughter, everyone turned to look at him.
âMy god, unbelievable! To think I was being treated so honorably! This is just⌠pfft, hehâŚâ
âChris?â
âAh, this is a masterpiece, a masterpiece.â
âUm, whatâs wrong?â
As attention focused on them, Carolineâs face flushed as well.
Wiping away tears, Christian spoke.
âCaroline, I really hope you marry someone truly wonderful.â
ââŚSomeone other than you?â
He grinned again.
âIâm not the kind of man who can handle a pure woman like you. Really⌠youâre amazing.â