Please Forget Me - Chapter 128
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I pretended to look at the ring, but in reality, I was making sure the Major could see that it had lost its luster.
“He said they couldn’t have it resized because of the war.”
“Then how come he doesn’t know the meaning of an heirloom that’s been passed down through generations?”
“It’s in a medieval language. Johann’s family elders also said they didn’t know which verse it refers to. It’s clearly something related to marriage.”
“Is it really that old?”
I nodded and pretended to examine the ring with fascination. Having recited all the lies I had prepared in anticipation of the Major’s probing questions, it was time to change the subject.
“It seems that Johann’s family was part of the upper class. Were they vassals or knights under a Lord?”
“Lady Rize, your definition of the upper class is quite trivial.”
“You’re the one who doesn’t know anything, Major. If I’m a descendant of a Lord and Johann is a descendant of a knight, then Johann is just like a knight protecting me, a Lady.”
“Ha… that’s not very convincing.”
As I gathered my hands around the ring and pulled them close to my chest, acting like a dreamy girl, the Major looked at me as if I was a delusional person.
‘This is the kind of lie I wanted from Johann.’
Why is it that Johann can tell lies easily to others but not to me?
Wait. Now that I think about it, I’m no different. I often lie to Johann only to get caught. But I rarely get caught by the Major.
‘Is it because the Major thinks I’m foolish, so he underestimates me and ends up falling for my tricks?’
It was the same when I avoided the Major’s suspicion after recalling the memory of being in an interrogation last time. The Major really believed that I was just rambling and talking nonsense.
“Nonsense.”
The Major was fooled once again. He didn’t fall for my lie, but he believed my lie to be Johann’s.
“That bastard probably prepared his story in advance.”
I hoped he would believe that my lies were the truth, but that was asking too much of the Major.
In the ears of someone who now calls Johann nothing but a swindler, referring to him as ‘my husband’ or ‘Johann Renner’ would sound like a lie, even if Johann said 1 plus 1 equals 2.
Regardless, it didn’t matter as long as the Major didn’t figure out that Johann was unwilling to tell me the meaning of the engraving.
“I’ll show you once I have proof.”
As the sound of skin rubbing against skin started again, I pretended to be startled and kept my mouth shut while I continued cleaning.
“That bastard will get what’s coming to him; I’ll cut him into pieces. Starting with that treacherous tongue…”
It seemed the Major noticed my hand trembling as I held the broom.
“Don’t worry. I’m not planning to use him to blackmail you into spreading your legs. It makes me feel dirty to think that you’d so casually offer yourself to protect that bastard. Ha, although I’d still get turned on by your body.”
“That won’t happen.”
I answered firmly now, but if the Major was to find evidence that Johann is a deserter and then propose a deal to me, I might have to think it over. No matter how much I despise Johann, I want to hate a living man.
The Major is different. I wish he would just die and disappear from my sight.
That pervert once again used me for his own pleasure, and only after he finished did he let me go, leaving me to clean up the evidence.
“I want to kill him.”
I muttered this softly to myself as I stepped outside the barn. The truck that transports the workers to the village wouldn’t leave until just before lunch. I wanted to walk back alone through the woods to cool off, but since Johann had insisted, I sat quietly on a pile of firewood stacked beside the barn.
An officer was smoking and chatting with someone around the corner of the barn, casting glances in my direction.
His rank was captain. He always seems to be smoking at that time. If our eyes happen to meet, he usually gives me a flirtatious look but never approaches or bothers me. I don’t know if it’s out of conscience or fear of the Major.
Meanwhile, the moment the captain glanced my way, his conversation partner stiffened as soon as our eyes met.
“…Anyway, I’ll see you tonight at the Linde Inn in Ashbron.”
Brigitta shot me a glare before turning back to the captain, wiggling her fingers flirtatiously as she bid her farewell. I expected her to look for another noticeable officer as usual, but why was she coming straight toward me?
With her eyes narrowed at me, it was no delusion. However, since this had never happened before, I couldn’t easily accept it.
Brigitta never waits for the military truck like the other workers, whom she describes as ‘pathetic and dim-witted poor folk.’ By this time, her brother comes to drive her in the truck that she bought with the money she scammed from the villagers.
On days like today, when the truck is running late, she has to wait, but during those times, she treats me like I’m invisible and doesn’t even look in my direction.
‘But why is she coming to me?’
Brigitta stood in front of me, crossing her arms and looking down at me. With an expression full of anger directed at me, I felt confused and anxious.
‘Why is she mad at me?’
Curious about what she was about to say, I focused on her lips, but Brigitta just bit her lip and clenched her teeth, saying nothing.
