.𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚✩.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ᰔᩚ.ᰔᩚ ⭑. ݁ ˖₊˚✩.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑
Chapter 61
Joseph, who was waiting for Cesare to see him, stamped his feet impatiently.
Damn it. Those who have been struggling to get acquainted with Burstoad can’t get in touch, where they’ve gone.
Moreover, even Friedrich, the oldest nobleman of the Burstoad, was out of touch.
The trial is tomorrow.
If everything can’t be turned over tomorrow, Cesare will be forced to serve his sentence.
There’s no good evidence, so you can’t get a big penalty.… Who will protect the Burstoad during that hiatus?
Joseph was approached by the servant who said he would check it. He shook his head coldly.
“He said no.”
Joseph distorted his expression.
“Don’t do that, just ask him one more time. It’s just face-to-face conversation. I’ve never heard of a visit being rejected.”
“ There are always exceptions. That’s why it sets a precedent.”
The servant said sternly.
Joseph tore his hair out. Looking at the momentum now, I thought anything I said would not work.
Something was strange.
I couldn’t get rid of the thought that everything seemed like a made-up script.
Trials are held in a hurry to the point where it is impossible to respond differently to those who can’t be contacted, and there are no visits.
Joseph’s heart grew cold. It felt as if reason was paralyzed.
‘The Duke…’
He was concerned.
****
Countess Peliard fixing her hair. It was her first time to visit the Burstoad Mansion.
Last night, she got a call from Gabriel. It was a call that Cesare would be away from the mansion from today.
The opportunity has come.
Countess Peliard pulled her sleeves straight and rang the bell.
Because it was a large mansion, people came out slowly.
If the security guard had opened the door right away, she would have gotten into the carriage, but it was absolutely impossible without permission.
Finally, after waiting for a long time, the Butler came out.
“Hello. I am Countess Peliard. I am the mother of the Duchess. I came to see Daphne.”
“Hello, Countess. It is an honor to meet you like this. But unfortunately, you cannot come inside.”
“What do you mean? I am the one who gave birth to the Duchess! Does it make sense not to see my daughter?”
Countess Peliard said angrily.
The butler hardened his face. In fact, the butler was also the second son of the Count.
He wasn’t the kind of person to be treated like that. The butler’s mood also subsided at the disrespect of Countess Peliard.
The butler looked at the Countess through the iron bars.
The Countess took a deep breath and clinged to the cage.
