BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 219's
Marquis Garnet wants his daughter home soon. Susan told Mary as soon as she returned to the room. Last night's uproar with the bodies and Jose had reached Marquis Garnet's ears.
"Master and Great Mistress have already sent the carriage, asking Miss to come home today. The envoy had also come to talk to Lord Argent," Susan continued while packing the goods.
Maria bit her lower lip, feeling annoyed. His head ached and his eyes were sticky, he wanted to immediately close his eyes under the covers, re-imagine what Jose had just said to him this morning and how the man had embraced him. He was trying to use all that to repel the psychic hum that he felt. But there was no time off for him.
"Miss," Susan approached, grabbed Maria's one hand and squeezed her. "Maybe we better go home. It feels disturbing here. There were a lot of people passing by and there were weapons as well, I saw it from the window. What about the corpse is true?"
"If you ask, we can't possibly go home." Maria was upset, not knowing how far she had to go to explain the crux of the matter to others, so did not answer the question of the corpse. "I'm going to see Uncle Marco first. Find a wide hat. You brought it, right?"
Susan nodded, already walking towards the wardrobe. "Miss will change clothes too?"
"Yes, of course. Get me thicker clothes, a vest, a coat, just wrap me up like kepom—"
"Miss?" Susan looked astonished as soon as her silence stopped suddenly.
Mary walked slowly to her bed and shook her body there. The girl laughed softly. "The cocoon" he said amusedly. "Yes, of course. I should've guessed what happened to me." He rubbed his face with both hands. His face was turned on Susan. "Sue, if I fall asleep this afternoon, you need to wake me up. Don't let me sleep. Understood?"
Susan handed her wide-brimmed hat to her nona. The girl nodded obediently, despite the confusion. "Understand me, Miss."
Mary took a deep breath, inwardly praying more diligently, more sincerely. He didn't want this to end. He wanted to spend more time with Jose.
"Kyrie, eleison," she whispered softly. Very slow. His fingers are tied in the lap. The girl's eyes stared straight at the floor. "Christe, eleison. Kyrie, eleison."
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Rolan caught Nolan's arm before the girl could strike Marco, then dragged him to the side of the house, in a long hallway with high wall pillars propping up the roof. "You don't bother Marco. He just spoke seriously."
"I want to talk serious too!" Nolan tried to jerk his arm, but could not. Rolan's grip actually tightened.
"Tell me, I'll tell him."
"No want! I have to ask you directly!" Nolan didn't like the doctor. That guy was terrible for him. Rolan had a friendly face and his words were sometimes sweet, but both his eyes and his hand gestures beckoned as if the man was ready to kill him. Nolan prefers people who are frank like Jose or Marco.
"What do you want to ask?" Rolan still does not want to let go of Nolan. He knew Lady Chantall was watching Marco from his bedroom window, and he was worried that if Nolan snobs like he did yesterday, she would actually immerse Nolan into the Bjork River. Or there will be unnecessary fighting in this house. Nolan is a kid he can't predict his movements, so he needs to be careful.
"It's none of your business. You won't know anyway!" Nolan turned his head, only opening his mouth to shout out to Marco, but Rolan immediately smothered him tightly and jerked him backwards. Nolan's back hit the wall of the house hard. There was a cold metallic taste touching the skin of his neck. Knives, Nolan thought in shock. He did not see when the man pulled out the gun.
"Listen, brat is stubborn," said Rolan irritatedly. "We're time-hunting. We really need to plan everything carefully. I don't want you to bother them. Be a good boy and go back inside the house."
Instead of being scared, Nolan smiled. The girl leaned forward, pressing her neck against Rolan's knife, which hurriedly rewinded her weapon so as not to scratch Nolan's skin.
"Well! You can't hurt me" Nolan laughed. "Mrs Argent told me I was in his protection, and you loved your sister. So there's no way you're hurting me."
Rolan raised next to an eyebrow, slightly impressed as the girl could easily capture how the system within this house worked. He put his knife back in his suit. "I'm not going to hurt you" he admitted. "But I'm serious that you shouldn't disturb their concentration. Just tell me what you want to ask, I know a lot of things that Marco also knows."
"You know about my father?" challenge Nolan.
Rolan frowned. "Why your father?"
"I think Marco knew who my father was" said the girl, finally realizing that he had to really explain his wish to be released. "I stayed here because I wanted to ask him. I've been waiting for an opportunity, but he's always been busy here or there, or with that horrible chick."
"Which horrible girl? Lady Chantall?" Rolan was interested. "Wow, are they that close?"
Rolan chuckles. "Why do you think Marco knows your father? What's name?"
"His name is Titus," said Nolan, it has just occurred to him that Rolan might also know him. "Hair blonde like me. His eyes are blue too. He disappeared a year and a half ago. My mom said she was in an accident. But there is no body. We buried an empty coffin. He disappeared in the North."
Rolan scanned the girl's face closely, able to see that Nolan was telling the truth. There are no lies. "Well, I get it. You're looking for your father. But why do you think Marco will know where he is? You should have reported the police."
"I remember seeing Marco before" Nolan said. He re-imagined what he felt while inside the tower, as he touched the man's shoulder on the stairs, as he looked at his figure from behind. "I didn't really understand what I was feeling" he explained. "On several occasions, every time I saw him I remembered my father. I think it's because Marco looks like my father and that's why I'm nostalgic. Maybe I just miss my dad. But after a few days of thought, I felt like I had met him, with Marco. I was with my father, because that's when I saw him I remembered the memories of my time with my father. I remember that I met him while with my father, so ... "
"So you think Marco will know where your father is?" Rolan frowned.
Nolan nodded. "Or at least, he knows who my father is. Miss Garnet asked me to talk about her and I realized I didn't really know her. I'm just ..." He played his feet in agitation. "Let's know he's the one who's how, like that."
"Even if it's true that you've met, why do you think Marco will remember your father? He meets hundreds of different people every month."
"He's the same as Jose" Nolan said stubbornly. "He never forgets anyone else. He can distinguish people. If Arabella is indeed similar to Mary and similar to the other women Sir William brought here thirty years ago, why did Marco become unconscious? I asked that to Clearwater and Marsh yesterday, when they first came here. They said it was because Marco's eyes were much sharper than Jose's. Jose can immediately remember the face of everyone who came to him because for him, everyone is different. Marco is too. He can distinguish two identical twins because for him everyone looks different. Therefore he was not aware, for he saw Mary, Arabella, as well as the other girl that Sir William brought as three men who really did not look alike."
Randy was impressed. "Well .. okay, I understand. But wouldn't it be sooner if you asked your mother?"
"Mom never answered." Nolan grunts. "Mom just said Dad was a merchant. But the more I thought, I wonder why no merchandise was brought home."
"Good, good." Rolan massaged the base of his nose, understanding why Nolan was so obedient and calm in the manor. The girl was just looking for a chance to talk. "But you know this is not the time to discuss your personal affairs, right?"
"When is the right time?" reply Nolan ferociously. His eyes stared at the bitch. "What if the right time never comes?" Saying that made Nolan sad. Wet eyes. He was quite fond of the Argentites with all the arrogance and coldness that hid the warmth of their hearts. Being in this house for a few days makes it a feeling, but Nolan knows himself. It can't be here forever. The place is in the south. "All of you appear to be dying every day, and I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to live tomorrow or if I can see you again. I want to make sure of this before I go home!"
Rolan scratched his head. "You're very selfish" he said. When Nolan looked down embarrassed and annoyed, he continued, "I like that. Sometimes we have to be selfish to get what we want."
Nolan raised his face in wonder. Rolan had already brushed aside the body, letting her through. "I'll take you. But I warn you, his girlfriend's watching from the second floor. So don't hug him if you still want to live."
"Sure!" nolan said with a smile.
Rolan became regretful of giving the warning as soon as he saw that ignorant smile. Maybe he will do it intentionally.
There's no time to think about that. Another problem has come. Rolan frowned as he looked ahead. George comes to Marco, followed by a stranger he does not know. Judging from his clothes, Rolan guessed that the man was just an errand boy.
Whose erranders?
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⁇ note:
¬Kyrie, eleison. Christe, eleison. Kyrie, eleison\= Lord, have mercy on us. Christ, have mercy on us. Lord, have mercy on us. Mary says the opening of the litany.