COUNT SALAH CONFESS'S
Chapter 50

Freya and Camp had many conversations and discussions about important matters regarding this mansion. Somehow Freya felt that she was now the hostess. Because all internal affairs are left to Freya, although Freya strangely agree to this. Oiya, Freya was also paid and nominal salary is fantastic, beyond her roots of reason, exceeding the salary of her brother who used to work in the palace. One word, Great.

Freya had lunch in the study too, she seemed to be very busy working. He even likes to busy himself, making himself not think about his feelings.

Until the afternoon came, Freya finally decided to return to her room. He has made several notes on mapping the problem and on the budget of the residence. Freya just showed her work to Butler Camp. Although tired Freya was happy.

Arriving at the room, Freya put her body down. His feet were still hanging on the floor while his body had collapsed onto the bed. His eyes looked at the sky of his room. Work is fun but also exhausting. He only intended to lie down, but it turned out to be asleep.

Until finally one of them entered his room because Miss Freya had not been seen even past her dinner. James could not fully focus on Freya as his chat with Deron continued, this time they spoke seriously about preparing for their departure on the battlefield

"Do you intend to before you get married?" James finally asked a silly question.

"You alone?" Deron asked back.

"Of course." James replied briefly. They are at least a drink of alcohol.

"If we don't survive this time.... " Reron said so boldly if only.

"What are you saying!" James yells no like. It is true, this time their comrade was a bar rebel who cooperated with the border kingdom and demanded independence.

"The word is the prayer of Deron. You're the commander, how could you say that."

James promised himself that he would return home safely without a scar. It was a promise to himself. James remembered the drunken face of Freya, who said she prayed every day for her safety, despite the fact that it was for Deron, but James had been mistaken.

Deron was silent, if he married before the war and did not return, he would only make Princess Arabella the widow of the Marchioness. Deron drank another drink. Mind crumpled.

Deron smiled wryly. Won't it? The fate of that man no one knows.

"Rest, you'll have to go a long way." James gave his advice.

They then went to their own rooms.

Meanwhile Camp comes to his master to inform him of Miss Freya's activities.

"He fell asleep and didn't miss dinner?" James asked in disbelief.

Is he that tired? James thinks that tomorrow he should scold Baron Ed and ask Freya to do the least.

"Then has he eaten?"

Camp nodded, the waiter woke Freya up so she could have dinner even in her room.

"Good indeed... " Dear Deron could not give his full time to Freya, because everything was busy.

At least tomorrow, he can have breakfast with her. Ah. let alone Deron, his brother's friend and his friend. They haven't had time to salute and greet each other.

After giving his report, Camp resigned. James changed his clothes in comfortable pajamas to sleep in.