Huh, huck., gasping for breath, a sound escaped from Lillianâs lips.
However, there was no time to catch her breath. As a black shadow loomed over Lillian, she quickly sensed it and evaded with agility.
âYou little rat⊠Did you notice?â
Because the black shadow still hung in front of Lillian.
Although she couldnât see his face due to the mask, his voice and stature were enough to recognize him as an adult man. And the fact that he had come to kidnap her.
âIf I hadnât heard the sound of footsteps behind me, I wouldnât have known!â
Lillian tried to run without looking back, but her head felt too heavy.
It was difficult to contain herself in the pouring drowsiness that was strangely overwhelming.
âHe must have drugged me.â
Her body wavered with every step she took. Moreover, even if Lillian, a child, ran as fast as she could, her strides were short, making it difficult to evade the approaching adult. The shadow was already closing in on her, as if about to engulf her whole body.
In a burning sense of crisis, tears streamed down Lillianâs eyes.
âI canât be captured like this!â
She hadnât become a Lady of Maynard yet. She hadnât gotten revenge on the Director, nor had she expressed her gratitude to Cedric for buying the swan doll or revealed the truth.
Lillian wiped away her tears and shouted.
âHelp! Mary! Nisha! Stephen! Please, anyone, help me!â
âDonât make so much noise!â
âHelpâugh!â
With a thud, Lillian writhed on the floor. However, she staggered to her feet.
But this time, it wasnât to escape. Laughter erupted from the manâs mouth as he saw Lillian taking a stance.
âHa, you had a knife? What if you hurt yourself?â
âIf I canât kill you with this, Iâll die here.â
A folding knife was in Lillianâs hand. She hadnât told Theo, but she had stolen it from the Directorâs office. And Lillian always carried the knife with her.
She knew that situations like this could arise at any time.
âBut I didnât know he would use drugs⊠What a fool I amâ
No matter how hard Lillian tried to think, she was still just a ten-year-old child.
Naturally, her thinking was bound to be short-sighted. Whenever she was kidnapped, her consciousness was always intact.
But reality always surpasses imagination. Lillian felt that she could lose consciousness at any moment. Her head was hazy, and her hands trembled. However, Lillian didnât forget what she had to do.
âI canât kill him anyway.â
So, if he attacked, she would stab back randomly, and in the meantime, she had to leap at him while he was distracted.
âNow!â
As the man swung his arm, Lillian swung her knife. Amidst the confusion, she felt the blade cut into something.
âArgh!â
Sure enough, she saw the man clutching his hand.
Got him!
Lillian immediately threw the knife and ran at him. No, that was her intention.
âYou damn brat!â
âAck!â
If the man hadnât grabbed her by the hair with his unharmed hand.
Her short hair was pulled, and Lillian rolled on the floor. Whether she hit her head or not, she felt a warm liquid running down her forehead.
âWouldnât it be better if you were caught without causing any trouble? How annoying these kids are nowadays⊠Tsk!â
The man, who spat on the floor, started approaching confidently.
âI have to escapeâŠâ
I knew it in my head, but my body simply wouldnât follow.
My whole body wouldnât budge. Am I going to be captured like this?
âI havenât done anything yetâŠ!â
Suddenly, Cedricâs face came to mind. The face of the person who saved me from Curtisâs grasp.
But Cedric isnât in the mansion now.
Thereâs no one to help meâŠ
âLillian.â
The moment I heard that voice.
I thought I was imagining things.
If notâŠ
âI came to help.â
Damian couldnât possibly be here.
* * *
The carriage jolted.
Isaac glanced briefly at the opposite side.
There sat Cedric, as if frozen in place.
Even so, the man with black hair and a Stoic demeanor appeared more like a statue than a person in the darkness as the night grew deeper.
The mineral-like stillness evoked thoughts of death, and Isaac was cautious even about breathing in front of such chilling silence.
âHeâs been acting like that since he received the note earlier.â
What could possibly be written in that note?
Isaac hadnât seen what was written in the note. Of course, he was curious, but he couldnât bring himself to ask because of Cedricâs instantly hardened expression when he read the first page of the note.
However, given the current situation, he thought it would have been better to ask. If he knew something, he could at least open his mouth, but Cedric remained so closed off.
According to the original plan, the two of them were supposed to spend the night at a nearby manor owned by Maynard.
There was no intention to investigate the orphanage beyond a cursory glance.
However, Cedric suddenly changed his mind.
â Weâre going back to the estate immediately. Take the fastest route.
â The fastest route goes through the forest, Your Highness, and itâs a bit risky. Besides, itâs getting dark, so unless itâs urgent, it would be better to leave tomorrowâŠ
â Go through the fastest route. We must reach the estate tonight without fail.
Cedric was stern, and the coachman had no choice but to comply with his orders.
But Isaac still couldnât shake off his doubts.
What could be written in that note that would make Cedric react like that?
âItâs too late to believe in ordinary evidence.â
Isaac thought of Lillian in his mind.
A girl with a quiet and withdrawn demeanor, like a timid cat.
Isaac had seen that little girl occasionally as well during his comings and goings.
âShe really doesnât resemble His Highness or the Lady in any way.â
Because of that, opinions within the Maynard Duchy were divided on whether the girl was truly Cedricâs child. But in the midst of this, Isaac discovered an interesting fact.
Most of the people who claimed that Lillian was Cedricâs real daughter were present at that moment. Among those who were present when Lillian first came to the mansion and met Cedric, no one believed that Lillian was fake.
âI wasnât there, so I canât be certain, butâŠâ
According to rumors, the girl didnât say much to prove herself. As soon as the tearful reunion ended, she fainted.
So, just by extending the pendant with a pleading look, couldnât she have bewitched everyone there like magic?
How could that be possible?
Initially, Isaac also had doubts about this strange trust. But unexpectedly, his doubts were dispelled from an unexpected encounter.
During a brief moment when he finished talking with Cedric as usual and was leaving the study, he crossed paths with Lillian.
â Hello, Isaac. May I see His Grace?
â Good afternoon, Miss. Of course, you may see him. Please come in.
Isaac opened the door with a bright smile, and Lillian walked in with small steps, bowing her head to Cedric. A young girl with ribbon-adorned shoes standing in the study, where everything was designed for the stature and dignified atmosphere of an adult man.
Despite the potentially intimidating situation, Lillian showed no signs of being intimidated.
â What brings you here, little one?
â Mary asked me to show this to His Grace.
As she said that, Lillian handed Cedric a piece of paper.
Cedricâs eyebrows slightly raised as he received the paper.
â ⊠Is this a drawing of me?
â Yes. I apologize if you donât like it; itâs my first time using colored pencilsâŠ
â No, itâs very well done. I like it.
At those words, a hint of joy appeared on the childâs face. Cedric smiled, hugged her, and sat her on his lap, listening to the story of how she drew portraits of the other staff members with colored pencils for about 30 minutes.
â ⊠So, I wanted to draw you too, Your Grace.
â I see. So, I was the seventh one, huh?
â Yes!
â âŠ
At that moment, Isaac thought to himself.
âShe certainly doesnât lack talent in flattery.â