BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 223

Nolan heard the noise and laughed from the manor's face, but he was too busy to figure out the origin of the sound. He sat next to Lady Chantall, on the side of the house where Rolan had pulled him. Each stone pillar interval was filled by a long stone bench. They took place beside the corridor there was a garden area filled with small purplish flowers. Nolan doesn't know what his name is, it doesn't matter. What matters to him now is the story that comes out of Lady Chantall's lips.

At first Nolan felt a little wry when he found out that his father was working for Lady Chantall. He thought that the woman would definitely not want to tell him anything or maybe even make it difficult for him. But after hearing what Nolan was looking for, Lady Chantall did not refuse to give any information about her father at all. No weird conditions, no tricks. The woman told me everything.

"He used to tell me that he was training his daughter" Lady Chantall ended the story with a sweet smile, as if reminiscing about an old friend. "He's always been proud of you, he said you're quick to learn and absorb a lot of knowledge like a sponge. Unfortunately, you don't like being taught to write or read."

Nolan laughs. He rubbed the wet end of his eyes with a silk handkerchief—Lady Chantall gave it when he saw Nolan wipe away the tears with the end of the shirt sleeve.

"I have a picture of her in my house" the woman continued gently. "It's not clear, because at that time I was just trying to use a camera. But I'm sure I still have the results, probably in the attic. If you want, I can find him if I can."

"Really?" Nolan asked hoarsely. This is a development he did not expect.

"But don't expect it too much, I'll only look for it if I can." Lady Chantall smiled. His gaze fell onto the travertine floor which spread out lengthwise overlying the surface of the passageway. "I asked him to find out about the missing people. I'm sorry, but I don't know where she is."

Nolan shook his head loudly, touched with sincerity at the voice. "It's okay. What can I do. The fate of no one knows." He smiled weakly. "Even I got here because of fate. I ... Just happened to find the necklace, I think Jose dropped it. In retrospect, it was strange that we met early."

Lady Chantall listened to Nolan's story diligently, not at all cutting or looking bored. After Nolan finished recounting the beginning of his encounter with Jose and how he got involved to this extent with the Argent Family, Lady Chantall rubbed the girl's arm briefly.

"You are brave" he said softly. "Marco doesn't believe in destiny, but I do. And you know what? I think your involvement with all of this has also been outlined." He bit his lower lip again, looking a little embarrassed. "I haven't said it yet, but I'm sorry I yelled at you the first time we met. I feel guilty for treating the man who saved Marco that far."

Nolan raised both eyebrows up high. He did not expect to see the woman he always suspected creepy could bow his head deeply like now. Just look, Nolan knew that Lady Chantall was a haughty woman who could not carelessly apologize. This is clearly a rare occurrence.

"Oh, come on, put your head up!" Nolan is so bad. "I didn't think of that!"

Lady Chantall raised her head. Her green eyes glowed. "Really?" He smiles. "Then why do you run away every time you see me?"

"Because you're always glaring!" Nolan answered defensively. "You always seem angry at me."

"What's? Oh!" the woman laughed embarrassedly. He pointed to his own eyes. "My eyesight is bad, Nolan. I have to close my face, glare or squint if I want to see something clearly. Sometimes it makes people misunderstand, they think I'm angry."

Nolan. "really? Your eyes look good."

"Yes, from the outside it looks fine. But some diseases are like that." Lady Chantall flicked her white shoulder protected tile. This time she wore a collared dress with buttons lined up neatly on the chest, all tightly closed. His shoulders were plainly decorated with layers of tile. The woman sat piling up her legs and leaning her cheeks against her fists, letting her curly brat be toyed with the wind.

"I liked Marco in a rather possessive way," he blushed somewhat, "therefore whenever someone was with him, I couldn't help myself. I wonder who he's been with since the distance. That's why my eyes always seem to be hostile to people, even though I'm just trying to see. That'sallthatis. If you know, that's enough for me. I can't possibly do something Marco doesn't like."

Nolan nodded slowly, feeling guilty for avoiding the woman since yesterday based on prejudice. She thinks Lady Chantall wants to work on her. "I'm also sorry for teasing you that time."

"Well, I purposely hugged Marco in front of you." Nolan shrugged his shoulders. "I just wanted to piss you off because you suddenly yelled at me that morning."

"Hmm so?"

"I'm forgiven?"

Lady Chantall giggles. "You're a sweet boy, Nolan," he said. Suddenly his tone changed to be more firm, not as soft and sweet as just now. He lifts the body. His one finger lifted up pointing to the ceiling of the corridor. "See near the trajectory of the flower ornament?"

Nolan looked around not understanding. He saw nothing but a gipsum sculpture of flowers blooming on the ceiling of the hallway.

"There's a little seven-legged spider." Lady Chantall blinked one eye.

"Times?" Nolan looked in astonishment, still not understanding why the woman suddenly discussed the spider. A few seconds later, he realized. "You lied to me about your eyes?"

"Exactly. My eyes are still good. If I look like I'm glaring at the person who approached Marco, it's not like. I did it because I was upset with that guy, not because I wanted to see his face." Lady Chantall stood up gracefully and turned to face Nolan. One hand still holds the notebook while the other is placed on the waist. "You're too easy to trust in other people, sweetie."

"I didn't expect you to make up a story!" reply Nolan upset. Head's hot. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the handkerchief too tightly. "Why are you lying?"

"liying? My job is to make people believe the truth I want to show." Lady Chantall smiled in a haughty touch. There was no shy look or tenderness left from his lip line. "You were antipathy towards me, but once you heard my reasonable explanation, you became sympathetic. You believe." He shook the dust off his skirt. "That was my first lesson, sweetie. Truth, justice, all of it can be modified easily. Even reality has many different sides, you just choose to see which one. Never trust just one side. Facts are always prism."

"First lesson?" Nolan doesn't understand. He feels played. Now he doubted how far the woman had told him the truth. "What lesson?"

"Lho, you're not aware yet? Your father trained you to work with me. To be his successor." Lady Chantall retracted her lips in one sweet arch. "She's trained you all the manners of the North and how to be a real lady, right?"

Nolan gaped, never thinking about it in the slightest. "You're just playing me" he said hesitantly.

The woman nodded in satisfaction, her movements akin to lilies being blown by the wind. "good. You learn fast. Doubt others. Doubt everyone's motives. Thas right. But I'm serious. My only lie just now was about my my my my my my my my myopic eyes." He stopped to catch his breath. "That's it. I'll find and bring you a picture of your father. In the meantime, think about your answer, huh? You can give me an answer when I bring you a picture of your father. Decide whether you want to be on this side and be one of my staff, or remain a Nolan of the South."

Nolan silent. He could guess that his father was no ordinary merchant. That his father was a noble informant in the North, it also did not make him shocked as it felt reasonable. But the matter of him being trained by his father to be a whisperer, it makes him confused. Manners, how to follow people from behind without being discovered, how to behave and think like a Northman ... Nolan felt all things spinning in his mind. Is that all the skills to be a whisperer?

Before all this information had settled into Nolan's head, Lady Chantall had already passed on again, "Ah by the way, I've been looking for you since morning for something else." He opened a page in his notebook. "You can't read yet, so I'll dictate it to you. Your role is very important here. You'd be a big help to Jose and Marco if you followed any leads from me."

Nolan curled his lips unhappily, but decided to keep listening.

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