Chapter 27: Secret Banquet
“Haa...”
A short time earlier—just before Whitney spotted Lady Hestia outside the office.
“Calm down, Cecil. Giving up without even trying is just plain stupid.”
After feeling an insurmountable wall from Princess Katarina and hearing Whitney’s unintentional provocation, Cecil was walking down the corridor toward the bathroom, muttering through clenched teeth.
“I have to rescue Father, Miss Lunelle, the servants—everyone—from that bastard’s grasp.”
It was a statement that would have deeply hurt Whitney had he heard it, but to Cecil, who had suffered under her shady brother all her life, it was practically her life’s mission.
“...Isn’t that right, Mother?”
She had paused unconsciously in front of the now-empty room of the Countess Ringaarden, wearing a wistful expression as the memory surfaced.
“Phew... This isn’t the time to get sentimental.”
Just as she managed to steel her wavering heart again and resumed her tired steps—
—Clatter!
Suddenly, the sound of something shattering rang out from the far end of the corridor.