BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 248's

When George came to check on him, Jose was already awake. The master had even finished bathing and was dressed neatly without the help of the maid. Jose always does everything alone, which makes some servants feel disappointed because they do not believe in serving.

"If Young Master calls, I can help you get dressed" George said in a regretful tone for not coming sooner and helping the man.

"I can dress myself, George," said Jose softly, still gripping myself in front of the mirror attached to the wall of the room. He didn't like to bother others for small things, but George's face looked so disappointed, so Jose stretched out a comb to him. "Tidy up my hair, huh. Some insist on sticking out, I can't make it neat."

George accepted the task with pleasure. He handed the Daily Bjork newspaper fold he brought to Jose, then repeated what he had previously told Marco.

The Horde of Undead.

Jose read Hubbert's rubric carefully. There was Lady Chantall's influence there and here, she recognized the woman's editing style. The pattern written in the article is no longer wholly Hubbert's.

Jose likes to observe other people's writing style. He knew Hubbert was usually more provocative. The writing of the man is like a blaze, able to make someone confident in the truth of his argument even by using simple diction. A Horde of Undead itself is still written in the same style, at a glance. But now there is calmness and order in each paragraph change. Each sentence is laid out interrelated without boring repetition. Hubbert's writing still burns, but in a more elegant way. That's typical of Lady Chantall, which means that she has managed to conquer Hubbert— - the man who has always irritated Marco.

"This writing has passed through the editing table of Lady Chantall." Jose folded the newspaper and placed it on the nightstand under the mirror. "The Daily Bjork hates that woman. I wonder how people react there. There is no way they are not aware that Mr. Decker influenced Lady Chantall."

"The public uses the title of Mr. Decker to call the events of last night," George added. "Undead was used to refer to this family. The Great Lord said that he would use the nickname to the fullest extent possible."

"It's great to hear Uncle Marco has returned to making strange plans. This town will be deserted without its madness." Jose took a breath. "What is the condition of our people? The gerald? Finnian?"

"Everything's fine." George smiled proudly as he finished his work. No bad hair is impolite. Jose looks as handsome as an Argent. "Patrol police, Argent workers, soldiers Earl Clearwater and Lord Marsh, all recovered" he said, keeping a comb, then examining whether there was a wrinkle in Jose's suit. "Not one has experienced trauma due to sheldbolis. It felt like last night was just a dream. Ah, Lord Dominic has already left for his residence this morning."

Jose nodded. "Are you from Xavier?"

"Mr Hastings just left a greeting through Hans, he said he'd send a letter once it settled."

"good. If there's a letter from him give it to me, don't let Uncle Marco or Mom see it." Jose glanced from the mirror. "You understand what I mean, right?"

"Very understand, Sir." George was satisfied after finding no blemish on his master suit. "Young Master is going down for breakfast? The Great Lord asked the Master to have breakfast together. Everyone is waiting downstairs, too."

The clock above the fireplace shows at half-eight in the morning. Breakfast is half an hour away. Jose replied softly, "I'll go down with Maria when she's up."

"Miss Garnet?"

Jose pointed towards his bed that was covered in a partition closet. Maria is in bed, asleep. "When I woke up I saw him fall asleep in the chair, so I moved to the bed" he said quickly before misunderstanding.

"No, no. Let it. Maria will wake up. He must be exhausted, "Jose reasoned. He wanted to see Mary's face for a little longer. "Thank you George, you can go."

George withdrew politely. As soon as the butler left, Jose threw his body onto the sofa in the sitting room. His whole body still hurts. His joints were painful and his bones were linu. But the strange hum in his head was gone. He could no longer catch the sounds or sounds that gave many signs. As hard as he concentrated, he could no longer figure out how to heal himself. He no longer knew how to transmute or activate the sigil. All his knowledge that came from the Divine has vanished without a trace.

His family and friends are back, but Higgins isn't. The crew did not return either. He can't bring Nolan's father back. Linda and Anna did not survive; the two maids exhaled their last breaths yesterday afternoon, forgotten by the frenzy and bustle of everyone. There's a lot he can't do. Half the negotiations failed.

Jose took a deep breath to clear his mind. There is no point in regret. At least Sir William has been destroyed, from dust back to dust. Now there was another problem he had to face.

Big problem.

Carrying feelings and tension, he was rude to Maria's father until the man hit him yesterday. Imagining that night makes Jose want to disappear in shame. He shouldn't have told Albert Garnet all that.

Jose has nothing to offer. Although an Argent, he would not be a god. He also did not have a job, even though all his friends had their own business at a young age. Jacob even had his own company and built a private house in his early twenties while Jose spent playing around all day. At this time Jose understood why Marco always forced him to think about his ideals and work. Now he realized how important it was to have ambition.

He had nothing but pretentious talk about love and proposed to Marquis Garnet's only daughter. Really arrogant. It was just right that the man punched him. Jose bowed deeply and covered his face with both hands. "Truly self-destructive" he muttered with a hot head. "I won't be able to look him in the face."

"Who's face?"

Jose lowered his hand and turned his head, finding Maria already up from the bed. "You awake? Since when? I didn't hear anything."

"It's not just you who know how to sneak around." The girl put on a slightly sleepy smile and walked up to him. "Whose face don't you dare look at?"

Father's face. Jose can't say that. He got up from the sofa, met Mary in the middle of the room. That girl is as pretty as an angel. Its presence spreads a fresh fragrant aroma throughout the room. She thought Mary was an angel when they first met. To this day, he still thinks so. The hands of Mary. The two cheeks of the girl met with redness due to blushing.

"Mary .. I want to say something."

"What?" Mary looked attentively. The smile did not escape his thin lips.

Jose took a breath, rounding out a determination. "I'll leave Bjork this month."

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