Agnes turned her head and leaned in front of the mirror to take a closer look at the brow she had just drawn, not paying attention, but she could see the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

She was stunned, and suddenly remembered that in two years, she would be thirty years old.

Thirty years of life...... What did she do with it? Many girls from poor families don't even live to that age.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in the corner of his eye. She turned vigilantly, and before she could utter a spell, she recognized the man who had suddenly emerged from behind the screen.

“...... Guardian Carlos!"

She angrily called out by his name, "What are you doing?!"

The Guardian was visibly surprised. He frowned and looked back at the secret door behind him that had closed silently, and then looked at his angry sister in front of him, his eyebrows twisted.

"How did this lead to your room?" he said, his tone more like an angry and accusatory question.

"How do I know!" Agni glared at him without flinching, "Do you think I dug it up?!"

Her heart was pounding, and there was an inexplicable fear...... Of course, not because of the younger brother who was standing in front of him with a black face at the moment, as if it was her fault that he suddenly appeared in her room in the middle of the night, but because ...... She remembered another night, when she was sitting in front of the mirror looking at her face like she was now, when another man appeared behind her.

She wasn't afraid of him—at least not while he was alive.

“...... You know this secret passage. Gard looked at her and said with great certainty.

"What if you know?" said Agnes raised an eyebrow. "I'm not like you, who like to wander through the tunnels like a rat - and no one will stop you if the gods are above?, do Father and Moira know that you have made it a pleasure to wander around the castle's secret passages like this?"

A hint of embarrassment swept over the young knight's face. But Garter quickly found a reason for himself: "I didn't think it was any fun! I left a guard at the newly discovered entrance! I need to know where each secret passage leads to make it safe!"

"You'd better keep yourself safe first. Agnes scoffed at her brother, who was five years younger, "Do you still need me to tell my father that I have taken pride and respect for your brave and noble act of checking every passage alone and 'keeping this place safe......'?" Oh, and maybe I'm glad I'm sitting here today. Instead of the two beautiful daughters of Mrs. Angus, who had come as a guest, the screams of the girls would have drawn the guards, no matter how the matter ended. Tomorrow morning, everyone in Lockburg will know that Gard Carlos has entered the room of a lady who might well be his nephew's wife. As for what he wants to do...... Oh my gosh, do you need to ask? man. Most of the time they don't think with their brains. ”

A slight anger and fear made her speak without mercy. Guardian's face turned blue for a moment. Momentarily red, in the midst of her one-way sarcasm, she couldn't even find a chance to interject.

“...... Do you think I'm a fool?"

When Agnes stopped to take a breath, he found an opportunity to retort angrily: "If I hadn't found out that this was your room, I wouldn't have run out!"

“...... Shall I praise you for your prudence?" Agnes suddenly laughed and cried, "How much of the rumor of a haunted castle is due to you?"

"That has nothing to do with me!" Gard almost jumped, "and I've caught that scary murderer!"

Agnes was momentarily speechless—so naïve...... Is it a good thing or a bad thing?

“...... Okay, that's what you say. She waved her hand. Suddenly lost interest in continuing the argument, "Still. Seriously, don't be alone anymore, you can't imagine what's hidden in the dark. ”

Perhaps because of her softened tone, Guardian didn't retort angrily, but snorted stupidly: "Say it like you know." ”

It was originally just a casual remark...... But it also reminded him.

“...... Why are you still painting your eyebrows in the middle of the night?" he asked suspiciously, "where else do you want to go?"

Agnes' eyebrows were drawn only on one side, and they were so thick that he probably wouldn't have been able to see them.

Agnes pouted, "Your tone is exactly the same as that of your father and Ogden......"

Realizing that she had brought up her deceased brother made her pause involuntarily, then quickly returned to normal, grabbing a small purse on the table and smashing it at her brother.

"Don't forget that you're my brother. She reminded him, "It's not your turn to do what I do." ”

“...... Don't tell me you've been using this passage to sneak out on dates with other men!" Gard blushed and glared at her angrily.

"So what? I'm your sister—not your wife!" roared back, "or what do you want me to do?

She never showed weakness in the face of similar accusations.

She never threw in the towel—she knew what people were pointing at her behind her back, she knew her father's silence and Moira's sighs, she knew she had done many things wrong...... But she is still unwilling to bury those irreparable mistakes, even if those mistakes have become more and more tightly bound to her like spider silk in her struggle.

Gard glared at her. It was Agnes' familiar gaze, anger, disdain...... and deplomy and concern.

She didn't know which of the former or the latter upset her more.

“...... Besides, you really don't observe women, so it's no wonder that no one is willing to marry you until now. She unconsciously gave in, "Who said I was in a thrush? I'm just taking off my makeup!"

She was sure that Gard couldn't see the difference between half of the makeup and half of the makeup.

Guardian hesitated.

They had grown up together, and even if they weren't very smart, he could see that Agnes was calling for a truce, and he didn't seem to have any intention of continuing.

"I will definitely find you a man worthy of you. He told her earnestly, "So...... Can you just stop running around, or do something that women do...... Embroidery or something......"

He looked almost frustrated, as if he knew it wasn't possible. Agnes held back a smile and a hint of sourness that came up from the bottom of her heart, and nodded.

"Of course. She whispered, holding out her arms to her brother, "Come here." ”

She gave a gentle hug to the young knight who came over with her head down...... Then push him towards the screen.

"I think you also know you can't get out through the door. She giggled.

Guardian shook his head helplessly, and glanced back uncomfortably as he entered the secret passage.

“...... I literally left a guard at the exit on the other side. He told her, "As soon as I get out, they'll seal the door." ”

Agnes rolled her eyes at him.

She watched as the secret door closed, the smile on her face fading away.

Thinking that she would eventually disappoint her family...... It might even hurt them, and it was the thing that scared her the most.

She knew that she was lucky enough - she was born into a rare and harmonious aristocratic family, where her parents were kind and upright, and her siblings cared for each other rather than intrigued...... But she was still like this. Sometimes looking at her face in the mirror, even she wonders how she got here.

She never admits mistakes...... But it's not like she's not unaware of what she's doing wrong.

She stood there for a long time, then quietly returned to the dresser and sat down, drew the other side of the eyebrow in front of the mirror, put on a dark gray cloak, and opened the door.

It's a bit of a headache that the secret passage can no longer be used...... But she was more of a way to get out of Lockburg.

There were many mistakes she couldn't make up for, but this time......

This time, she'll try to do the right thing, even if it's only once in a lifetime.

I have to work overtime on weekends, and I am congested...... This chapter is a little less 55 (to be continued......