Try Begging

Episode 147

Anyway, I was on my way back from staying in the capital for a week because of that damn clown show. I had no recollection of the award ceremony, the palace, or the way the king looked at me.

While the tedious meal was being held in the crowded hall, he was lost in his own disorganized and ugly thoughts.

I wonder if she's listening to the radio broadcast somewhere. She'll definitely see my picture in the newspaper.

And sometimes I was overcome by the urge to look around the crowd and find a face that didn't belong there.

dripping.

Suddenly, a knock on the door of the next room echoed through the walls. The voices that had been going on for hours on end beyond the thin wall suddenly stopped. And soon, someone knocked on the door of this room.

"dismissal."

The door opened, guarded by soldiers outside, and his face revealed itself to be that of his personal attendant, Pierce.

"We will be arriving at Winsford Central Station shortly. For safety reasons, disembark only after all passengers have disembarked..."

Leon turned his head toward the window, waving his hand at Pierce, who was already talking nonsense. As soon as the attendant, who had hesitated for a moment, left and closed the door, the train slowed down and the gray platform came into view.

The platform was lined with private soldiers sent by the headquarters for security. When the train stopped, five or six of them ran over. While the soldiers were guarding the door of the compartment where Count Winston was sitting, the platform became crowded with passengers getting on and off.

After about ten minutes, a whistle blew and the doors of other compartments closed simultaneously. Only then did the soldier outside knock politely on the door, and the Count appeared outside the train.

Elizabeth pursed her lips as she tried to follow Jerome down. It was a habit she had when she was displeased.

Leon, who had been sitting alone in the next car saying he had to work, was already outside and standing on the platform.

'That kid doesn't even know how to hold his mother's hand like a gentleman... Anyway, soldiers are like that.'

Elizabeth was quite upset that the scene of her getting off the train holding the hand of her eldest son, who had become a count, was captured by photographers gathered on the platform and published in the next day's newspaper. She had been secretly hoping for such a coincidence, so she felt quite upset.

Her oblivious son was standing alone in the midst of the camera flashes. But what was he doing? Leon's gaze was not on the camera, but somewhere else.

Missing person.

Leon couldn't take his eyes off those three letters. On the platform pillars were posted flyers for missing persons, alongside flyers asking for information on the remnants of the Blanchard rebels.

Mid to late 20s. Blue-green eyes. Small mole under left eye. Slim build. Expecting to give birth in May.

Flyers looking for women were posted on every pillar. It was only natural that they were scattered all over the kingdom.

On the streets, they personally posted missing person flyers, but at border checkpoints and ports, they issued a wanted notice in the name of the Army Headquarters on the day she went missing. She might try to go to her aunt overseas.

Probably pretty soon.

Based on the testimony of the leaders, he estimated the amount of money the woman had taken from the safe. If she had fled alone without any connections or helpers, it would have been a few months before she would have run out of money. And by late spring, she would need a lot of money.