[ENGLISH] The Wasteland Spring Wind

Chapter 3 - Confessions of a Wife (3)

"Ezen, remember, now we need strength. Cliff it's not enough for ths motherf*cker to cut all the money and freeze our fortunes. Buying witeness, covering up business, or running away, everything is useless without him. You understand? How serious are we now?"

My brother grabbed both my wrist and threw them in chains. Blue marks will soon settle on the painful wrist. But her father did not stop her brother. It was not difficult to guess that the situation in your head that I was dragged to the secret room of the Opera House in a shockingly revealing front and back dress must have come out of your head.

"Keep in mind. Your fiance is the only one who can roll around and grab Cliff and save us now."

I was pushed into the red room. My head was fresh, and the wrist my brother had been holding was numb.

I knew what I was going to do. But It does won't their destruction, which they so desperately sought to prevent, was also what I longed for. So I have nothing...

"My dear Crawford."

My fiance, who was reclining in a comfy chair, got up. I stopped the resolutely whispering daub with a breath.

"I was waiting. The opera will start soon, so come over here."

He escorted me with his right touch. He didn't say anything to the Crawford family scandal that resonated in the kingkom, or to the eyes of other spectators who came to me in naked costumes and stared at me. There was nothing readable on the gentle face.

"There will be nothing suitable for you. The Dovonan family is together."

He told me what my father would have been waiting for. I sat next to him instead of answering. The brother's voice buzzed in my head and the beautiful Soprano's high-pitched sound ecoed from the stage.

I will stand by until the end. Like you guys, I won't do anything. And when all of you done...

I looked down. It was high. Looked high enough to dream of flying.

It was almost the end of the song. The back was noisy.

"I know where this is...!"

I could hear my father's muffled shouts. It was bizzare. My father rarely makes such a voice unless he is at home.

And soon the door swung open.

Itook a deep breath at the large seal that appeared behind the door and set to my feet. It may have been some kind of foreshadowing.

"You Crawford."

My fiance looked back, noticing that I had hardened.

"Marquis Moore."

I heard my fiance voice. I could feel my fiance quietly grab my back and turn me around.

"Are you here before?"

"...."

He had no words. I was only looking at the toes of the person standing in front of me. I was afraid to raise my head. Until I entered this room, my mind was still, and anxiety surged like a tidal wave. Shame seemed to weigh on his shoulders. If I ever saw him again, I didn't think that at least I would face him as a courpse.

"This is my fiance, Ezen Crawford."

It was my fiance who broke the quiet silence.

"Fiance?"

A deep voice that seemed to be raised by a cave came out, and I raised my head in amazement. An unmarked face was staring at me bitterly.

The faded memories seemed to come back to life. I did not dare to face him.

"Be engaged."

He muttered and left. No one caought him. I could tell that the oppressive feeling that emanated from the abuser on the outskirts of the country closed the mouths of my father and my brothers like choking.

"You rogue! They're coming here with a low-key status! Crawford is still one of the lookout, but Jernum is carrying the king on his back, and he can't tell the difference between heaven and earth!"

Her father shouted belatedly as he was pressed against his flag. It wasn't funny either.

The opera is over.