# 8
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At the moment when that truth that had not yet been revealed to the world came out of the woman’s mouth, Walter rushed towards Grace like a leaping tiger, and, without hiding his killers, wrapped her in his fist and whispered angrily:
“Dare, where did you get this trick?”
Walter's killers, which frighten even his old men, Grace faced them without any hesitation, but opened her big eyes even more and continued speaking boldly:
“My lord Prince, you have been hiding from the world for thirteen years with precision. Three years in the arms of Grand Madam Richmond, and ten years in the wall of death where no one is looking for you.”
Grace was sure that Walter was just like her. They waited for the world to forget their existence and ignore them, building their power in secret.
“Richmond must be reclaimed and handed over to the Grand Lady, and your honor must return to your natural place.”
Grace held out the banner she was holding.
“On our way to the capital to pay our respects for the prince’s death, we met a broken knight. Before he died, this is what he said to my father.”
Walter's eyes sank deeply into the general. Grace whispered, staring into his dark eyes:
“The true prince is under the protection of the Grand Lady of the Richmond.”
A shiver ran from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
“On that day, my parents were also returned to black ashes at the hands of the Empress’ killers.”
Grace took a step back and knelt down in front of Walter, like a knight offering his sword to his master. She introduced herf to him.
“Catch me and use me as you please. I will be one of the sharpest swords to protect your secret, and the sweetest bait to deter the wolves of Richmond.”
There was a cold silence. The killers who had almost broken her delicate neck slowed down like a deep sea current. Walter took the banner from her hand.
The Roaring Black Panther Brigade returned to its owner after a full decade.
“One knight has disappeared.” He apparently came injured to meet Duke Taylor. The face of the knight who laughed as he looked at him as a child passed like a shadow in his mind.
At the same time, he felt confused, as if he had encountered a mountain collapse. It's not time to reveal the identity yet. Walter stared at the classy Grace coldly, thinking. Grace Taylor was not in his plans. He didn't even know it existed.
After a short thought, he asked coldly:
“Well, how do you use this sword?”
Grace raised her head as if waiting and answered in a steady voice:
“You just adore me in front of everyone.”
Walter laughed like frost.
“Why don’t you propose directly, since you will face ridicule anyway.”
At his sharp sarcasm, Grace stood up and spoke smoothly:
“No, no need. Marriage is annoying for me too. I just need an excuse to stay by your side.”
The smile from Walter's face completely disappeared.
“For your honor to return to your place, you need Richmond and Taylor. Seize me, the sole heiress of the former duke. I will recover both families and place them in your hands, and then together we will destroy our enemies.”
Walter was silent for a moment, then said in a low, deep voice:
“You're talking simply. Everyone knows that the current Duke of Taylor is in the hands of the couple, and that you came out naked from everything. Taylor lost her glory a long time ago.”
“As you waited and prepared, so did I.”
“……”
“The sword is not only what it sees.”
Her words were bold to the point of insolence. No hesitation or faltering. Walter's eyes roamed over her facial features.
Round white forehead, lightly brown eyebrows, fan eyelashes and beautiful eyes. Straight nose and bulge, small, light pink lips.
He waited twelve years in hiding, she said. He made the survivors of the Wall of Death his soldiers, revealing the secrets of those who had clouded the Emperor's mind and placed swords at his throat.
But the battle is difficult. He's missing a sword, but he can't hold on to anything.
The Duchy of Taylor, which dissolves in luxury and debt. There is an excuse, but the woman cannot inherit or belong.
The woman in front of him seemed to break when touched, how much determination she really had.
The man's eyes became dark. He suddenly reached out and cupped the back of her neck. Her body bent like an innocent breeze under his force. If he loosened his hand, it fell, and while her breathing stopped in shock, darkness suddenly descended.
He shook himf like a solemnity on her lips. In the darkness falling like a curtain, Grace froze. His black eyes filled her field of vision, and his brutal scent filled her lungs. He connected himf curiously from the edges of her lips all over her body. She said boldly, “Love me,” but now she was crushed and unable to speak.
It doesn't fit. It should look as strong as a sharp sword.
When Grace clenched her fists to regain her sanity, Walter's lips parted from the distance of the corroded breath.
"I don't want to pretend to be anything. Careless work always has no opening."
His low, tempting breath leaked sharply between her teeth.
Walter felt the delicate neck freeze in his hand, so he released it. In contrast to the violent fist, his movement was civilized to show his mind. But his cold face showed no trace of humanity.
“Sweetheart? Since I proudly announced in front of the Holy Church the existence of a hidden man, we will not adorn ourves with romantic words. More importantly.”
“……”
“If you feel uess, I will leave you mercilessly. Is this determination enough?”
His soft words hit Grace like a slap.
"determination?"
In an instant, her nature pulled her head out from under the shield of dignity and regularity.
She witnessed the fall of her family from close up, and what was her resolve at that time. She buried her burned parents and what she vowed. So what is this number?
Grace's amber eyes turned yellow with fiery anger. She suddenly extended her hands and cupped Walter's face and pulled him close. Despite her weak strength, he pulled the man without resistance.
If I felt darkness from him, Walter felt a forest blowing. He opened his eyes immediately and encountered something soft and supple on his lips.
The pink lips were surprisingly warm and soft. She turns herf, irritating his lips, into a child's toy. The one who pushed Grace suddenly froze now silly.
As his movement stopped, Grace withdrew like a forest breeze. A warm scent remained only where the wind had passed.
“Are you ready, sir?”
Her cheeks were flushed a light pink, but the enthusiasm in her raised eyes resembled that of a warrior well versed in war. Walter looked at her in shock and had to let out a sarcastic laugh.
He forgot for a moment because of its delicate appearance that seemed to break when touched. Like an army burning its ships and attacking the enemy, this woman destroyed her place with her own hands. Walter conceded his defeat and straightened from his hunched position.
Grace Taylor.
Walter held his chin as usual and raised his eyes. Like a beast hunting its prey, he lowered himf and spoke slowly:
"Okay. I have to hear your plans then. How do you get Richmond back with my love as a cover, and Taylor how?"
The decision will not be delayed until he hears whether it is used well.
He swallowed the last words and wiped his lips slowly, as if the smell had not yet left them.