BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 205's

George arrived shortly after Renata left. The butler had not slept a minute because of the busyness in the house since yesterday, but his face was still as fresh and as plain as ever.

"Gerald and Hans are still arranging the patrol points of the workers," he reported while helping Marco improve more neatly. He rubbed the man's shoes every morning. His satisfaction was when he saw all his masters appear as elegant as their surnames. "They wait to be called."

"Did Robert call?"

"Inspector Robert hasn't called, sir. But I heard from a whisperer that the patrol police were deployed."

Marco nodded, wondering for himself if Robert was involved in this matter. Bodies rise. If it wasn't Sir William, then Scholomance would have been behind it. The problem now is that the public knows that the terror of the missing people that enveloped Bjork is indeed mystical rather than criminal. The escalation of the issue to the public means that the palace must also be officially notified. He had to go to Aston to face.

Or Jose will leave, he thought.

But how much should be revealed to the public and how much should be kept in the dark? Drawing the line between the two is always troublesome.

"Have Stuart keep his eyes and ears fixed, I wonder what the source of the problem is faster than anyone else" Marco said, now it is well dressed and official to keep watch on the possibility of having to call someone else to his house. Sleeping clothes obviously will not make it look authoritative. He swept his eyes around, only to realize something was missing. "Where's Jeanne?"

"Lady Chantall is in her room, sir. Do I need to call you now?"

"Leave it. Have Gerald and Hans face."

George bowed respectfully, then immediately rushed away. Ten minutes after her departure, the door swung open and Lady Chantall walked in with a leather-bound notebook. The woman's curly hair was still loose, but this time she tied her sleeping coat tighter and wore a nightgown behind it. The tassels of the dress were embroidered gold, reaching half a calf.

"I just contacted my people," Lady Chantall said with eyes glistening excitedly as soon as she reached the sitting room. He picked a spot exactly on Marco's side, on the same long sofa. Their shoulders touched. "We can take advantage of this moment and make Scholomance a scapegoat. A cult of perverts and walking corpses, two things are suitable right? Hubbert will be more easily convinced to switch views. Given that his writing was popular with commoners, it would be easier for us to execute other plans related to Spencer and Hastings. You've been asking questions about Hubbert since yesterday, right? I actually lured him to the South this afternoon. So he should be there by now and definitely watching how the bodies go.—that's if he's still alive."

"That's great." Marco nodded, satisfied that Lady Chantall had caught what was best to do without waiting for a clue. The Chantall Family has always been two steps faster in helping Argent.

"Well, this is really keeping me busy. I forced many parties to change their headlines. The real thing is impossible because they must have finished arranging the letters and are ready to print," while continuing to scatter, Lady Chantall scratches the pen to her notebook. "I've just contacted people like Albert from Bjork da Albion and Mrs Brown from The Gazette. At least one news must be made! Even if it was not inserted in the newspaper, we can make a page release, special page, to tuck in the newspaper and—" He stopped, his eyes looked at Marco in wonder. "What?"

"No, just keep going." Marco smiled.

"No, no. You look at me like you want to say something. Whahuh? I want to know." Lady Chantall was alarmed, but her heart warmed at Marco's reaction just now.

"It's not important. When George said you went back to your room, I thought it was because the incident just made you moody."

"Should it?" Lady Chantall shakes her head cluelessly, but soon catches that what Marco is referring to is Renata's rebuke. "Oh. That's."

"I hope he doesn't make you sad. Renata didn't mean anything bad."

An awkward silence enveloped the room. For a few moments no one spoke.

Just when Marco thought Lady Chantall was crying, the woman immediately raised her face and showed off a mischievous flick. "But then I remember how you kissed me. I remember what we were doing all day" he whispered as he grabbed Marco's hand and held it warmly. His green eyes glistened cheerfully. "And that's what got me excited again. You wouldn't be able to do it if you didn't like me, and even though I really, really want your family to like me. I realize that their opinions aren't that important to me." He brought the face closer suddenly and stole a kiss on the lips, then giggled a little because it worked. "The most important thing to me is your opinion" he said, slipping his fingertips slowly across the man's chest. His eyes blinked quickly. "And by the way, if he complains about clothes, I have to clarify that my suit is normal! I was a little messy tonight, but my clothes have been normal since yesterday. It's not my fault I have an erotic body! If your dear sister thinks my body curves are rude, just ask her to protest against my mom for lowering gen—"

"I have no complaints whatsoever, Jeanne," Marco interrupted, knowing that the woman was actually still sad. "I won't set the way you dress either. That's your right."

"Oh yeah?" Lady Chantall puts the tip of her chin on Marco's shoulder. Her green eyes glowed. "I know you usually judge people by the way they dress."

"Indeed, but it still doesn't change the fact that the way other people dress is their full right. Not my place to set them up."

The smile was etched in the sweetest way on Lady Chantall's face, making her look as innocent as the twelve-year-old girl who was given a Christmas present. "I love you so much" he whispered softly. For a moment there was nothing he could think of but that sentence and the feeling of happiness of being accepted by the man he loved. "I want to be arranged by you. If you ask, I'll change the way I dress."

"I like the way you dress."

The plain smile just now turned curved so more friendly. Lady Chantall closed her lips and whispered sensually, "If my way of undressing? You like it too?"

Marco responded with one hot kiss, which was immediately released when he heard the door being knocked politely from outside. Lady Chantall took off her embrace and shifted slightly, returning busy with her notebook and putting on a calm cold look though not very successful as both of her cheeks were still blushing in a tinge of red.

Gerald and Hans entered so welcome. They reported that manor security had been improved and workers were preparing for further orders.

"good. Now go south, pick up Jose and Rolan," Marco said. "Bring guns. I want to see one dead body doing that, so catch one if you can. But your top priority is to find Jose and Rolan, whatever the risk. I don't care if you have to comb the forest until sunrise. I want them back in one piece and safe!"

Both Gerald and Hans accepted the order vigorously. They have indeed been nervous since Jose was rumored to disappear and want to immediately conduct a search.

As soon as the two men left, Lady Chantall lifted her face from her note and asked, "South? You sure they're there?"

"These living bodies went simultaneously to the South, right?" hatch Marco. He leaned his back against the sofa, staring at the ceiling of the room carved in a Damascus pattern. "I took care of Jose since he was a baby and took him to many places to forge him. There is one thing that has never changed from Jose in the past. Whenever she suddenly disappeared, I would definitely always find her in the most dangerous place or situation. Always."

Lady Chantall pressed the tip of the pen under her lips, looking astonished. "He's the kind of person who's always looking for danger?"

"Instead" said Marco in the same tone of wonder. He looked up and shrugged his shoulders. "Danger is always looking for Jose."

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