Surely the first ti of course.
Carynne went to Nancys room once again, which she had visited only a mont ago. Having kept her promise, its now ti for her to do what she needed to do.
Oh, right. If I kill her this ti, should I let her kill again next ti?
Turning the gun in her hand, Carynne mulled it over. In the end though, she shook her head. She had already died a lot before this, shes sure Nancy would let it slide.
Knock, knock.
It was different from when she had stricken the door loudly before. Now a little calr, Carynne knocked on the door normally for a long ti instead of pounding on it roughly. Knock, knock, knock, knock, until it would open. Quite so ti later, the door slowly opened, and a murmur from inside leaked out.
Milady, its still dawn
Nancy opened the door, evidently irritated and tired. Then, she rubbed her eyes as she peered at Carynne. It was the sa reaction as before. So, too, did she say the sa thing.
Did you have a nightmare?
Yes, I had a nightmare. Actually, Im still in the middle of one. But now, I am going to experience a new morning. And youll have to help .
Yes, can we go back to my room?
U-Um, Milady whats that?
Nancy asked with a shaky voice. Carynne found the maids question to be a little funny.
You know what. If you try screaming here, Ill shoot you in the face right away.
With a sweet smile upon her lips, Carynne shoved the pistols barrel at Nancys forehead. Nancy shut her mouth right then. Carynne brought a finger to her lips and slowly led the maid out of her room.
We have a lot to talk about, dont we?
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.
.
The story that Nancy recounted, trembling voice and all, was just as Carynne had guessed beforehand.
Catherine introduced Nancy to Carynne, who had been constantly depressed as a child. Then, Nancy made her think that she was inside an illusory fairytale world.
Why?
She wanted you to experience sothing new, not just get pregnant and have a child. I guess the Madam wanted you to live a more pure and more beautiful life.
Her mother seed to have spoken more frankly and in more detail to soone who wasnt her father. Carynne chewed her lower lip and said,
I dont understand.
Carynne mumbled as she fiddled with the gun. She couldnt understand it herself. Why did her mother urge her to take this path that repeats over and over again? Why did she make it like that? In Carynnes eyes, what Catherine had done to her was of no regard to her at all.
But at that ti, Milady, you had already heard the story, and you were extrely anxious and depressed.
So the only things Ill do in my life is get pregnant, give birth and then die? Thats it?
The childs cries urged Catherine to take action. And, thus, Carynnes life turned upside down.
Thats all it took.
Catherine was not supposed to do that. Carynne was filled with the urge to cry. Her mother shouldnt have twisted the truth, even if she said that she didnt want to hear it. Catherine should have just allowed Carynne to hear the truth.
But now, Carynne could vaguely guess why Catherine had done that.
Catherine must have gotten so worn down by Crown Prince Gueuze, too. Carynne was pissed off about the abandoned diary that was extrely insincere, but even with the few words that Catherine had left behind, the anger she had against Crown Prince Gueuze was evident.
[ Gueuze is here again. Damn son of a bitch. Just die. ]
Carynnes great-grandmother was a grand duchess, her grandmother was a countess, and her mother was the wife of a baronet. Their peerages had dropped exponentially throughout the generations. This was what happened as these won had chosen n for themselves on their own terms.
Her great-grandmother married a grand duke, but Catherine settled for a baronet.
It didnt occur to Carynne that the crown prince must have proposed to her mother properly before. She knew well enough that Crown Prince Gueuze was not a romantic, as the public would say. Even when he was trying to win Catherine over, he must surely have done it through violent ans.
Maybe her mother didnt love her father either. No one would have loved a man she had just been set up to marry. Its just that, perhaps her father was the best her mother could have.
It was a no-brainer that Crown Prince Gueuze must have co to Catherine even after each of their marriages. And Catherine must not have been glad about that. She thought of him as a nuisance. Courtship from a mber of the royal family was violence, not love.
Catherines one and only choice was to flee. Perhaps seeing her daughter, Carynne, crying like that was what pushed her off the edge.
Perhaps she really, truly just wanted to choose love.
Everything until now was just Carynnes guess. However, Carynne thought that Catherine must have projected herself unto her daughter and inscribed her wishes into her.
The perfect love story that she could not have for herself.
But from the start, it was a misguided effort. Carynne was barren. Catherines plan was as terribly structured as a sand castle built in front of a coming wave.
Carynne, for now and forever, would just No, Carynne shook her head. This ti, sothing had changed. It could be different from now on.
I believe it no longer matters what my mother once had in mind for .
Nancy seed a little surprised to hear Carynnes answer.
I see. The Madam will be disappointed if she could hear this.
Who cares.
Carynne ignored the maids slight reprimand and went straight to the point.
Can you bring back my mories?
Maybe? Nancy answered.
How?
Please unfasten this first.
Rattle.
Im being sincere
Nancy spoke tearfully as Carynne took a mont to think. So of her mories were coming back to her from ti to ti. Nancy was pleading with tears in her eyes like this, but as a matter of fact, Carynne was a frail young woman and Nancy could very well overpower her. After all, Nancy had killed Carynne before, too.
Dont do anything strange to my body anymore.
Carynne was sick and tired of it all. Shes sick of this darkness, sick of trying fumble her way through the abyss just to find the truth.
I havent completely regained my mories, but so fragnts keep coming back to from ti to ti.
Instead of waiting more, wouldnt they co back faster with my help?
If anything at all could help, should she just get whatever she could from Nancy? She could die as soon as possible now anyway.
I still wont release you though.
But that really wont work, Milady.
Why should I believe you?
Nancy pondered for a mont, then soon gave out a suggestion.
You can give more money.
The nerve of you.
As if Carynnes words were the signal, it seed like Nancy was henceforth determined to act shalessly. She conveyed her true feelings and spoke clearly.
My only motivation is money. If you give more money than His Lordship, I will cooperate with you completely.
That sounded plausible.
Carynne knew that Nancy had itchy fingers sowhat. In her own way, Nancy was efficient with both her work and her bad habit, but because the latter outweighed the forr, she couldnt stay long wherever she worked and tended to get kicked out before long. Furthermore, her bad habit couldnt totally be covered up by her hypnosis, thats why Nancy would just cram anything she wanted into her pocket.
Now that Carynne thought about it, was it perhaps because House Hare needed Nancys hypnosis that theyd been turning a blind eye to her actions all this ti?
You stole Isellas necklace, too, huh.
Why didnt I ever suspect Nancy, Carynne thought. That day, when Isella had a tantrum, the girl had slapped Nancy, too.
Whos Isella?
She hadnt appeared yet? Carynne ignored Nancys recent question and answered another one.
Fine, Ill give you ten silver coins first.
Nancys eyes went wide. Ten silver coins was her salary for three whole months.
How will you pay that, Milady?
I stole Dads key.
I couldnt do that either, so how
If you succeed in this, youll get ten gold coins in the end.
Hearing this, Nancys gaze burned with a strong, fiery determination.
The contract was thus established.
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