Chapter 2 - Confessions of a Wife (2)

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After many years, Cliff Moore, Count Crafword's slave who fled like a drunkard, came back as one of the greatest and noblest men in the kingdom.

"Long live Cliff Moore!"

With his outstanding appearance, he saved the king who was dealing with the barbarian at the border, and soon helped the king calm down the enemies who attacking Hoshitamdan. The king gave him a new title and completely destroyed the lost Moorish family who gave him a new title to recover the fassal states and lay the groundwork for him to grow into the most poweful country of the continent.

He was now one of only three marquis in the kingdom and at the same time was the head of the Cheoksa Battalion under the direct control of the king.

From the fact that Cliff Moore was the only aristocrat to own an enlisted army under the king's permission, it was not difficult for anyone to guess the boundless trust he received.

"Our abuser who saved the kingdom from crisis and restored its great glory!"

The meaning of the title "lion", which is commonly used to call him, was unclear.

It also referred to a brave lion who fluttered black hair and protect the noble king, but his wife who wore a dead man behind him also meant a messenger on the battlefield.

Either way, there was no change in the fact that it was an opponent that could raise the hair of the body.

The abuser finally drew the sword to Crawford as well. My father was already very new and weak to deal with the enemy who had grown too big.

You didn't want to admit it, but in fact, I wondered if it was a fight that had already been won or lost from the beginning. He said that the harsh persecution against him actually be a fear that his father could not shake off.

"Open it. It's the king's name."

One day when they were reunited, he appeared proudly to the Crawford family. I don't know what he was talking about, who rushed into her father's office, but she knew it was probably never going to be a good thing for Crawford.

"How dare you! Do you think it will change? The housekeeper cub rolling in the gutter is about to bite its owner! The sound of slaps hitting you is still so clear! The sound of furniture breaking in the office and loud shouts were mixed and heard clearly.

The sound of her father squeaking sound was like a slap in the face of a prey in front of a samurai world. They revealed their teeth to avoid arrows pointed at me, but the more they do it, the more like a prey that cannot avoid death. In fact, he, his father, and me, who will be victorious in this fight?

I ran away. My heart raced as if I had run for several minutes. I crawled into Crawford's furthers closet and warehouse, where I used to hide.

I grabbed my chest and waited for the throbbing go away. His armored knights could be heard running around the house.

"Why are you taking those documents? It's the secret ledger of the family! It has nothing to do with you guys!"

"That's something you have to investigate and find out."

"Are you saying that one day knight can't trust the heir of Crawford! Cheeky, hey! That's when you get your hands on it! It's just Youngji's tax revenue history! You're making the inside of the house like this. I won't let you go!"

"You are courageous in the fact that you are even being consulted about the distribution of drugs for human trafficking, which King himself banned. Wouldn't this be enough for any great aristocratic family to grow up? To my lord I'll have to show you."

"What a bastard! This guy was paying attention to the king! No! that's never! One behind you! Stop these guys! Hurry! Butler!"

His majesty's permission was given to punish those who tried to prevent the collection of evidence. Do not hesitate. I could even hear my brother screaming in rage. There is also the sound of hesitation as the housekeepers are pounding. It's a drug human trafficking. So maybe my fiance was a wealthy aristocrat with an overseas business? Blinding my eyes, I smiled bitterly because it wasn't that surprising what my family could do. He had grown dazzingly over the years, but the Crawfords has not changed a single inch, so they had no choice but to dress.

It was around the time that the rustling sound from the seams of the armor had disappeared.

I carefully pulled myself out and ran down the stairs. In Crawford castle, in the library on the top floor, where no one visits except the occasional book-eating rats with me, I had funds I had hidden for my independence. It was a penny or two, enough money that her brothers would laugh at when the heard it, but I could not overcome my desire to get out of this place someday, and the money was enough to make a living for at least one commoner. The money is there.

It was when I came down after checking the money.

He was outside the window he looked out involuntarily.

The black hair fluttering in the wind and an aggressive sense of intimidation emanating from both blue glowing eyes.

I was frozen.

Turn right back he hid himself against the wall, but he couldn't control his heart as if was about to explode.

'You may have seen me'

I held my breath. Even though I knew that my breath wouldn't even heard by him, I covered my mouth and held my breath as if he was in front of me.

"Ezen! This b*tch has chiseled teeth, where are you!"

I heard my father's shout calling me.

I knew I had to move. If I don't answer right away, my brothers call will be heard soon after, and my brother who was fewer hands than my father did not lose his strength. One day the scalp caught by him seemed to hurt, so I made an impression at least clothes.

"Ezen!"

And I met the blue eyes that were still facing me. I ran away from the window. As I ran down the hallway, it felt like he would grab me by the ankle and tear me apart.

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