Dangerous Fiancee

Chapter 169

What they would have simply glossed over as eccentric habits must have been the tyranny that determined someone's life or death or course of life. That 'someone' would have included Marianne's mother and father, perhaps even the emperor's late mother, Empress Blair.

"I will allow Lonstat's access to my salon again, starting today. Would you please give me some time for lunch in return? "

"Of course. Anytime!" Marianne nodded, smiling brightly. She smiled a refreshing smile that could not be dismissed as a feigned one.

"Thank you for your generous decision, ma'am. I'll see you at the salon again. "

Only after checking her feelings to the end did she leave the main building, escorted by Ober. She deliberately pretended not to recognize Mrs. Charlotte and Cordelli's enormous concern about her as they waited nearby.

The two walked past several mourners and headed for the quiet back garden. On one side of the well-maintained garden, condolence flowers were piled up like a mountain. They had been sent by the nobles who received Duke Hubble's obituary notice after scouting all the flower shops in the capital and the surrounding areas yesterday. White flowers such as lilies, daffodils, and summer chrysanthemums were piled high, boasting a sad and elegant appearance.

"Sir Ober," said Marianne, pulling her black dress behind a pile of familiar lilies.

The shadows of the two men appeared behind the flower wall created by the afternoon sun.

"Did you make this sudden and unexpected obituary by yourself?" she asked.

"Is that rumor getting around in the capital?"

"Yes. Although you said the emperor's decree offended Duke Hubble's pride, it seems that everybody believes that you drove him into the extreme situation where he ended his life."

She gave him some plain information that was moderately naive but not stupid. If she wanted to stay in touch with him, who tended to tell people apart based on the principle of necessity and needlessness, she could not pretend to know what was going on in the social clubs.

"Good. If that's the case, even the foolish ones will be able to grasp the situation. "

Ober shrugged and grinned at her. Marianne concealed her anger and held the fan in her hand so tightly as if to break it.

Ober didn't show any guilt or hesitation while confessing that he fabricated someone's death.

It seemed that murder was one of the simplest and most common weapons to him. Just like a giant didn't feel any guilt every time he stepped on an ant, Ober would never feel guilty about taking the lives of others.

In fact, that was nothing new. Wasn't Ober the guy who worried about her funeral to be held in the summer while attempting to drown her in the lake?

"Well, all this was for His Majesty..."

"The emperor," Ober cut her off with a sharp voice. "You don't have to use that annoying honorifics for the emperor who is not here?"

At first glance, he seemed to be considerate, but what he just said was a kind of treason by itself.

Marianne helplessly shut up. Ober's eyes were too dark and gloomy for her to challenge him.

"... I just wanted to ask you if this was part of your plan to kill the emperor. "

Only after hearing her reply the way he wanted to hear it did Ober brighten his expression slightly.

"Well, broadly speaking, yes, it's the same thing. Right now, I'm in the process of sharpening the blade of a weapon."