Chapter 23

What the shit!

After this incident, it became even more complicated.

Baron Gaspard was in a terrible mood when he quickly headed to the cemetery where the funeral took place.

- Fucking bastards! They couldn't even steal the key from the mansion...!

I shouldn't have trusted these worthless people.

If these scoundrels did their job properly, he would have already sold the key and enjoyed a luxurious life in a villa in the southern part of the country near the sea.

But now he was hunted by snuby bankers and even the capital guards investigating the death of his brother and wife.

Shortly after he left the scene, Gaspard returned to the temple, hoping that Juliet had already been killed, and if not, then he was going to bring the matter to an end himself. She shouldn't have survived in any way.

But for some reason, when he came there, there was no one left.

The only thing he saw was dry blood.

The mercenaries hired by Gaspard were nowhere to be seen, and the bodies of his brother and wife and Juliet disappeared as if they were not in the temple.

It's been four days since he finally heard something.

It turned out that Juliet returned home alive with the bodies of her parents, but lost her memory.

Honestly, he didn't think she could survive.

It was exactly the same as it was three years ago, when she fell off a horse. Then he, too, did not expect her to survive in any way.

And although people said that she didn't remember anything because of the shock, Gaspar was still shaking with fear.

He was terribly afraid that as soon as Juliet opened her mouth, she would immediately point to him, accusing him of what had happened.

Well, of course, he didn't have to wait long. The day after he learned that Juliet had returned alive, he was summoned to the main department of the capital's guard.

But that's not the end of it either. Almost immediately, rumors spread through the capital that Gaspard was involved in the death of the Count and Countess Montagu.

In the end, his expectations were confirmed, he should not have saved Juliet's life, as now she has become the source of his problems.

Nevertheless, he was glad that he was able to prepare an alibi for an unforeseen event in advance.

He bribed several people to confirm his alibi as soon as he hired those scoundrels.

While being interrogated in the management of the capital guard, he fiercely denied all the accusations, claiming that he was elsewhere at that time, and that there were witnesses who could confirm it.

The only good news for him was that the mercenaries he hired disappeared somewhere after that day.

So the only proof of his involvement was only Juliet's testimony, who claimed that they existed.

Therefore, as he expected, the capital guards released him, saying that they could not judge him, because the testimony of one person was not enough.

But if one of them were alive now and said that Gaspard was the inspirer of this assassination attempt...

He was trembling with only one thought about it.

But the questions still remained. Where the hell did these bastards go, and how did his niece come back?

It remained a mystery to him. In addition, the mercenaries hired by Gaspar were not moral people, and became famous for taking on the dirtiest work.

Could people like them suddenly repent of their sins, show compassion and let the beautiful Juliet go home without harming her?

- You're late, Uncle Gaspard.

Gaspard instantly stopped when he heard a voice.

- You, you...

In the middle of the dark cemetery, Juliet stood alone in a black dress.

Although he was told that she came back alive, seeing her with his own eyes was a more shocking spectacle than he expected.

But then he thought that most likely he had this strange feeling because of the place where they met. Because even in a black mourning dress, Juliet was incredibly good, except a little pale.

- The funeral is long over. All the guests left.

Ding-don, Ding-dong.

It was at this time that he heard the ringing of a bell in the temple ringing for the repose of the souls of the dead.

That's right. Today was the funeral of the Montagu couple, a week after their tragic death.

The frightened Gaspard could hardly speak, and Juliet, unable to resist, eventually laughed, looking at his distorted face.

- Why are you so surprised? You saw it like a ghost.

- No, it's not that I was surprised! It's just me...

- Is it so bad that I'm alive?

- ..... What do you mean? Of course not.

Baron Gaspard quickly looked around.

Despite the fact that there was still a day, everything around them plunged into the dark because of the threatening veil of black curling clouds covered with the sky like a blurring spot of ink spilled into the water. Although he did not hear the rolls of thunder, he raised his eyes up and immediately saw the sky cut through white zigzags of lightning.

As Juliet said, all the guests seem to have really separated.

The only people left in the cemetery, in addition to Juliet and Gaspar, were the old keepers of the tombs who were dozing in the distance.

- Do you really think I have anything to do with the death of your parents?

Gaspard, convinced that they were left alone, now shouted loudly, instead of talking calmly.

- Why the hell did you arrange this performance?! Can you even imagine what I went through when you accused me of being a criminal?!

With every word, he felt more and more confident.

Despite the fact that he did not know how she was able to survive, Juliet still remained an innocent child in the memory of Baron Gaspard.

For him, she was a stupid, encommous child who did not even suspect that a nail was hidden under the saddle of the horse given to her fifteenth birthday.

And even if everything went a little differently than he planned, he could still resolve these problems. Since his brother and wife had just died, he could now use their property without interference if he became Juliet's guardian.

She's just an eighteen-year-old girl, isn't she? If he scares her with his loud screams, convincing her that he is right, he will be able to control her as much as he wants.

As soon as Gaspard came to this conclusion, he fully regained his self-confidence.

- Do you have any evidence? If you blame an honest person like me without proof, then you're just a piece of shit! You can't prove it...

- Oh, that evidence.

Suddenly, Juliet laughed loudly.

- You were wrong, dear uncle.

Hearing this cold laughter, goosebumps ran down Gaspar's back.

- Did you really think you were dragged here to this abode for the dead to get them?

- What the hell are you talking about...?

Gaspard stared at her angrily, not understanding what she was talking about.

He didn't come to the funeral because of Juliet's invitation. If he had not been present at his brother's funeral, the capital guards would have suspected him again.

An ironic laugh fell off Juliet's lips, and then she said:

- I promise you, uncle, that you will not stand trial.

- Well, thank you for that. - Gaspar answered and, hesitationing a little, began to retreat back.

He instinctively felt that something unusual was happening around him.

The girl in a black mourning dress chuckled predatoryly, looking at him. No wait, why does the hem of her dress flutter if the wind doesn't blow?

In addition, if there are dark clouds in the sky, then why do flashes of light suddenly break out next to it....?

Baron Gaspard, who thought the sky had darkened even more, involuntarily raised his head.

And then he understood. It's not the dark clouds that plunged everything into darkness.

Before Gaspard's eyes was a swarm of butterflies, from which shimmering light came from all sides.

- Because the trial will never take place.

As soon as the calm voice fell silent, the butterflies rushed to him.

- Ahhh! Aragh!

But in the frightened eyes of Baron Gaspal, they were no longer blue shining butterflies. Now it was a huge monster with an open mouth, which he sometimes saw in his nightmares.

And this was the last scene of Baron Gaspar's life.

From the moment a huge flock of butterflies rushed to Baron Gaspar and until she completely absorbed him, Juliet did not take her eyes off him for a moment.

Bams!

Hearing the sound behind her back, Juliet quickly looked around.

Some old man with a cane, apparently passing by, fell to the ground and stared at it in horror.

Juliet put her finger to her lips with an elegant gesture, calling him to silence.

The old man was shaking, but he managed to cover his mouth with both hands and hurriedly nod to her.

When it was over, Juliet walked quietly to the exit from the cemetery.

She did away with what could be called revenge, but she felt neither satisfaction nor relief from it.

"In the end, it all ended the same way." Juliet thought calmly. "I couldn't change it."

Although she tried very hard, thinking that she would succeed, but in the end her parents died again.

Now all she has left is herself. She has nothing else to protect but herself.

Juliet stopped. He reached the entrance from the cemetery.

There was a ebony carriage next to him.

Neither the coat of arms nor any other distinctive signs were engraved on it, but when she approached her, the servant opened the carriage door as if he was expecting it.

Juliet silently got into the carriage.

The man sitting inside was not surprised to see Juliet, completely calmly sitting in front of him.

- Are you going back to the North? - Juliet asked without unnecessary ceremonies.

- Yes. Are the conditions still unchanged?

Before answering, Juliet looked at him.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the flow of fate, so just like in the past, all she could do was stay with him.

However, Juliet decided that she would stay with him only for a certain period of time. She will have to leave him before Dahlia appears.

Juliet is tired. She wanted to rest quietly and live her life without any trouble.

"Although it's probably nothing compared to what I've experienced in my past life." Juliet thought openly.

But now she was self-confident.

Unlike her previous life, when she became obsessed with attachment to this person sitting in front of her, this time she will not lose herself.

"Think about it."

Six days ago, the terms of the deal Juliet offered him were very simple.

"Your Serene Highness will be very convenient to have such a woman next to you. Is it?"

Speaking "conveniently," Juliet meant that she would become a "convenient" mistress for him, who would not interfere in his affairs, regardless of whether he decides to meet someone other than her or not, nor will she crave his love, affection or power, but she will provide him with support with her strength.

In return, Juliet put forward only two conditions.

One of them was that he had to give her Baron Gaspar, and the other she asked to stay with him for at least three years.

- Usually such a relationship is not called a deal.

That's what Lennox said when he heard Juliet's demands.

To which, she replied that if these two conditions were not met, the deal would not take place. For this reason, she gave him time to think.

- So, did you make a decision?

- Yes, please draw up a contract and write down these conditions in it.

- Contract?

- Yes, provided that each of us can leave at any time whenever he wants.

Lennox's red eyes narrowed his eyes when he heard the last condition.

Juliet noticed it, but didn't look away.

- Won't this condition allow us to make a deal?

- No.

Juliet Montagu was a very strange woman with a non-standard mindset, who was fundamentally different from those women he had before.

Instead of sitting in a luxurious pastel dress in the banquet hall, she radiated some unusual elegance and beauty when she was dressed in this black dress and was in the middle of the cemetery.

It was strange.

- Let me ask, why do you need such a contract? - Lennox suddenly asked, staring at her.

Juliet's pale skin, against the background of her long light brown hair, seemed even lighter. Except for her red lips, she looked like she was about to disappear.

However, she was amazingly beautiful now. Like a poisonous red flower.

- Because I...

Juliet fell silent for a moment and looked at him with indifferent eyes, in which not a drop of warmth was felt, and then replied:

- I fell in love with you at first sight.

Her eyes did not reflect the slightest sense of love.

I bet it was the most insincere confession he had ever heard.

But it didn't matter. Because he liked the answer.

- Elliot.

- Yes, Your Grace.

The answer came instantly, as if the servant had been waiting all this time outside the carriage.

- Bring me a pen and paper.

He continued without taking his eyes off Juliet, who was still sitting in front of him.

- And tell her to free the bedroom that is in the east wing.

After a while, the carriage moved north.