Chapter 36
Claudia said that this man in front of her would die. She thought he might be the younger brother of Cassius, who was rumored to have been, and the second son of Douglas. She has heard rumors that her fiancée, the real Cassius, resembles the Marquis Werner. Unlike Douglas, he has a slim face and thin lips. And the golden hair was also an outsider.
“I heard that an astronomical number is required for the probability that a stranger without any connection can resemble this much.”
She looked at him with rather sharp eyes. Even if you slowly tear off your face again, it’s hard to say that you’re someone else who has no ties to the Marquis Werner.
This man looks so much like the dead Cassius. At Claudia’s words, fake Cassius smiled gracefully and answered meaningfully.
“Well. How about it?” “Answer me.”
She urged one more time, her eyes wide open. But Cassius didn’t blink an eye at that.
“Claudia. It’s not so important. Please don’t strain your work any longer, sleep early today, We’ll be leaving early tomorrow morning.”
After speaking, he turned around again. Then he walked straight towards the door. This time, even if you stop halfway, he didn’t even look back at her. For a long time, she looked blankly. He’s gone. Claudia, who was looking, gently bit her lip.
“No, Claudia.” She was sad. She was upset. “This is the wrong feeling.”
She told herself many times, but her heart didn’t listen to her head. It was a big deal. She kept wanting to know about that fake all.

“You have to turn away.”
But the eyes continue to reach. “You have to push it.”
But she kept feeling his touch and sobbing. “What are you trying to do? really… In the end, frustrated at not being able to do this or that, she buried her face in her hands. The heavy heart became a sigh and kept coming out without end.
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Late at night, in Douglas’ study. Various old books and documents were tightly packed on the bookshelves on the walls. Even though it was a fairly large space, there were no empty seats in sight. In that vast space, Douglas was sitting at his desk with a single rosy candle lit. He was sitting at his desk, but not doing anything. He had been confined to his study for a long time without even skipping dinner, and he was tapping his fingers nervously, looking towards the door with a slightly nervous expression.
How long was that? It was when a long cry of an owl came from outside the window. A short knock was heard. The door was carefully opened, even though Douglas hadn’t even ordered him to enter. A man hurriedly squeezed in through a very narrowly opened door.