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Forgotten Juliet - Chapter 45

Published at 20th of March 2024 11:37:10 AM


Chapter 45

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The train arrived at the East Gate.

Angie, who was moving a large box, stopped for a moment. She was a staff member working on the train.

Although the station where the train stopped wasn’t crowded, the building, which had cost a lot of money to construct, was quite impressive.

The platform was normally quiet, but today, unusually, it was raining, making the weather quite gloomy.

Angie grumbled and walked quickly.

“Huh…?”

Somewhere, she smelled a forest. To be exact, it was a scent as if she was standing in the middle of a lush forest on a rainy day.

As she was looking around, Angie discovered a person leaning against a pillar outside.

 

His face was hidden because he was standing in a shaded place, but judging by his silhouette, he seemed to be a tall young man.

Was he watching the rain, or was he out to meet someone?

‘But the landing platform is on the other side…’

Unknowingly, Angie had stopped in her tracks and was staring at him.

It seemed like the air in that space was moving slowly.

Strangely, the day was clear, and only the sound of rain could be heard loudly.

In fact, she wasn’t the only one who had stopped.

Although they didn’t have the courage to approach him and strike up a conversation, people passing through the platform were also frequently glancing in his direction.

Dazed for some reason, Angie was lost in thought there for a while.

What was this scent?

 

Although the main passengers of the train were affluent commoners and it wasn’t common, there were occasional ones.

Passengers who smoked not ordinary tobacco, which had a nasty smell, but cigars with a calming effect and a unique scent.

Angie knew that these were extraordinarily expensive luxuries.

Whether it was the smell of a dense forest or the smell of wet soil was unclear, but Angie knew what to call this scent.

This was because a colleague had told her a few days ago.

‘Sandalwood.’

It was Sandalwood, she recalled, and Angie was a little proud of herself.

Being distracted by the man, Angie reacted a beat later when a strange voice called her from behind.

“Excuse me.”

“Huh?”

 

Angie was startled and turned around.

The person who had stopped her was a stranger.

“Are you Angillos Diloph?”

“Well… Yes, I am.”

Angie, who was called by her disliked real name after a long time, wore a nervous expression.

However, she soon became a little scared.

That’s because there was no expression on the face of the person who asked her the question.

From his dark skin, he seemed to be of desert origin. Although his impression wasn’t particularly fierce, it was somehow scary.

Strangely enough, his face was blurred as if it would be hard to recognize him if they met again. Even though she was looking at his face directly, that was the feeling.

“What’s the matter?”

“I am Hadin. I am looking for a passenger, are you Angillos Diloph who worked on the Aquitaine train six days ago?”

“Six days ago… Ah! Yes, that’s right.”

It was only then that Angie slightly lowered her guard.

It was a big incident. Anyone who knew Angie even a little bit wanted to ask about it. Because there was a fuss for several days.

That day, Angie thought she was going to die.

When men who had drawn swords appeared and took passengers hostage and started fighting amongst themselves, Angie thought she would die there without moving.

Angie, who had stopped talking, glanced at the man named Hadin.

Is this man also affiliated somewhere?

After that incident, people came for the investigation of the incident.

In order to figure out the situation, they asked various questions to the passengers and crew members who had boarded the train, but as the responses were not very satisfactory, they soon shook their heads and left.

The employees kept it a secret, but they said that the forest clan and a significant guild, Red Chariot, were involved.

The Red Chariot Guild is a guild that has recently become famous in the East, and it has a bad reputation for earning money through illegal underground businesses.

At the moment when the swords were drawn, Angie passed out at the right timing and when she opened her eyes, everything was over.

Fortunately, the situation ended without any casualties.

To be exact, the armed group was suppressed, and the forest clan, who didn’t reveal their identity, left the place leisurely.

Although the Duke of Aquitaine sent an investigator, it was just a formality.

Angie’s fellow employees whispered that because of the collusion between the Duke of Aquitaine and the Red Chariot Guild, they wouldn’t receive any punishment.

But isn’t that wrong?

“It doesn’t make sense for such people not to be punished!”

Angie exclaimed indignantly, and the man who introduced himself as Hadin silently listened to her muttering and then brought up the main point.

“A person I am looking for was on that train.”

Hadin spoke softly about the passenger he was looking for.

A woman in her twenties with soft brown hair, blue eyes, traveling alone. He casually showed a sketch that was like a portrait.

“Do you recognize her?”

“Yes, I remember her.”

Angie, who had been grumbling, immediately lit up. It was very rare to have a female passenger traveling alone, and Angie remembered her clearly.

“She said she was going to the eastern gate to meet her husband…”

 

Upon hearing this, Hadin, who had been expressionless all along, noticeably flinched for the first time.

She always wore a veil, so Angie had only briefly seen her face, but she vividly remembered what she looked like.

She was a memorable beauty.

Her softly flowing light brown hair shimmered silver under the sun whenever she moved.

A round forehead like one would see in a classical painting, downcast eyes, and pale cheeks. These weren’t common traits.

She had said that she was on her way to meet her husband and even showed Angie her ring.

But paradoxically, the reason Angie remembered this was because she didn’t fully believe the story.

Having worked as a train staff for several years and having seen many passengers, Angie had some kind of professional intuition.

The woman was consistently veiled in black. Ordinary, married women don’t wear such clothes.

So, she had a sense of a deep story. She didn’t pry, but it seemed less like she was going to meet her husband, and more like she had separated from him.

With that thought, Angie snapped back to reality.

“But, I can’t disclose the personal information of our passengers!”

Angie belatedly exercised her professional conscience. It was already a bit late, but she tried to maintain the most strict expression possible.

At that moment, Hadin, who had introduced himself, was about to persuade her.

“Husband.”

There was a presence behind her.

Even before turning around, Angie realized who was behind her.

The scent of white sandalwood wafted around her.

It was the man who had been watching the rain for a long time leaning against the pillar.

Angie unconsciously took a deep breath.

He was dressed in unremarkable attire.

The man without any jewelry didn’t stand out among the affluent train passengers. Yet, for some reason, she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“…My lord.”

Hadin tried to interject, but the man raised his hand to stop him and smiled.

“Did she say that? That she’s going to her husband?

“Ah… yes.”

Angie stuttered her response as if she were under a spell.

In fact, she was slightly surprised.

The cold eyes, which had been expressionless all along, had a gentle curve when he smiled. His soft voice was somewhat intimidating.

Angie quickly regained her composure.

She had a hunch. Maybe the woman who introduced herself as Lillian Seneca was lying.

She thought that the identity and name the woman gave could be fake.

And the reason she had boarded the train under a false name was definitely because of this man.

Angie held the box tighter in her arm and took a few steps back with a wary demeanor.

Whether Lillian Seneca was her real name or not, the woman had used a false name and identity to avoid this man.

Angie resolved not to give this man any information. How could she judge whether this man was a stalker chasing after her, or a lover who had been separated by unavoidable circumstances?

Whatever her real identity was, she had been a kind passenger to Angie. Angie wanted to help her.

“I’m sorry, sir. But I can’t disclose any personal information about the passengers.”

She managed to say it resolutely, but Angie was quite tense.

“You don’t need to be on guard. That’s not what I was going to ask.”

The man, sharp as a well-honed blade, said calmly.

Angie defensively shrugged her shoulders.

No matter how he tried to coax her, Angie was determined not to say a word.

However, to her surprise, the man didn’t ask where she had gone.

“Was she safe?”

“Pardon?”

“I heard there was an accident.”

“Ah… Yes, that’s right.”

That’s right. She was on that train.

Angie then realized what the first question would be if you were looking for someone who was on the train that had an accident.

“Did she get hurt anywhere?”

Angie was taken aback.

For a moment, the man’s soft voice asking the question sounded suppressed.

Like someone barely holding onto their emotions.

 





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