Obsessed with Regressors

without saying anything, so Doug, who stayed behind, had to look at the letter he had left and figure out the situation.

And when the man and Lady Biscon arrived at the kidnapped house later, Doug could see how much Elliot cared for Lady Biscon.
Of the people left in the mansion, only one mercenary was found passed out in the study.

“Who is the informant?”

Doug sighed inwardly at Elliot’s brief question.
He respected and followed him, but at the same time he feared Elliot.
When he didn’t say anything, he was afraid because he didn’t know what he was thinking.

“I am looking for you.”

“Once we find him, we’ll talk about it.”

“What about the son?”

Viscount Aston’s investigation has already been completed.
No one had a grudge enough to want to kill him.
Of course, people were also beings who killed people for a few pennies.
But Viscount Aston was a decent man, and he had never been involved in an incident worthy of serious resentment.

“Look for it.”

Doug nodded his head at Elliot’s instruction.
As he bowed and was about to step away, Elliott added quickly.

“Look for weaker points.”

“A weak point?”

To the point of killing and framing the other person’s father, he must have a fair grudge.
But Elliott thought differently.

“A relationship where you have dissatisfaction but maintain friendship.”

He wouldn’t kill the other person’s father.
Doug thought so, but just nodded and walked out of the room.
Shortly thereafter, Elliot, who had finished preparing, took her carriage and headed for the Countess of Viscon.

“Count Burns.”

Elliot, who had been waiting for Eugenie, came down from this floor as soon as he heard that she had arrived, but hesitated.

At the foot of her steps stood Elliot in a dark navy suit.
As she had told her beforehand, the new clothes were made with dark navy blue fabric in a design that wasn’t too flashy.
But Elliot’s face was the problem.
His blue eyes stood out against the dark blue suit, and the unobtrusive design rather revealed how outstanding Elliot’s appearance was.

That appearance.
He didn’t think Duke Germalot would like it very much.

Eugenie let out a small sigh and came down the stairs again, but stopped when she saw Elliot staring at her.
He was staring at her as if he had seen her for the first time.
She seemed slightly shocked and somehow blank, an expression she had never seen in her life from anyone around her.
Why was he making that face? Eugenie wondered if there was something wrong with her outfit, so she quickly checked it out.
She too wore a dark navy blue dress.
Her hair was tied in a ponytail and curled up behind her.

Was it too deep? In her worried mind, Eugenie’s gaze turned to her own breasts, but her dress cut only to her collarbone at most.
Her evening dresses often reveal her shoulders.

“Count Burns?”

Eugenie raised her head and called for Elliot, and her long earrings dangling from her ears gleamed.
Elliot held out her bouquet, which he quickly brought to her, he said.

“It is an honor to escort you today.”

Where did he learn to say that? Eugenie admired Elliot’s greeting and accepted the flowers.
The bouquet was so large that she had to hold it in her arms.

“Thanks.
This is the first time I have received such a large bouquet.”

He knew, but Elliot put on a look of surprise and he asked.

“Is that so?”

Yes.
Eugenie passed the bouquet to the butler who approached her, greeted her family, and left her mansion.
Contrary to her worries, Elliot appeared to be riding in her carriage.

She was glad he was not talking.
Eugenie let out a sigh of relief as she recalled the last time Elliot rode a carriage together with her.

“Ah, today is very nice.”

After getting on the carriage, Eugenie quickly praised Elliot.
Complimenting your partner was polite, but not necessarily polite.
Actually, Count Burns was very cool today.
Although he was handsome usually.

Elliot’s eyes widened softly.
He looked at Eugenie, who was more elegant than usual, and smiled.
Eugenie’s heart sank at that smile.

“Thank you.
Lady Biscon is also very beautiful.”

It’s a word of caution.
Eugenie thought so, but she didn’t care.
Being polite was very important.
Being able to be polite according to the situation for whatever reason means that that person was a person who could understand the situation to that extent.

Eugenie’s face turned red as she suddenly remembered that she had never seen such a large bouquet.
It was like receiving a bouquet of flowers for the first time.
She spoke in a volume that rivaled the sound of the wheels of her wagon, but was audible outside.

“Oh, and thank you for the bouquet.
This is the first time I received a bouquet of flowers from a man other than Awning.”

He knew.
Elliot laughed silently.
He knew that these men of society were stupid enough not to give Eugenie flowers.
And he knew that Eugenie’s fiancé, Awning, had given her a bouquet of flowers just twice, once during her courtship and once on her birthday.

“Is it disrespectful if a man other than your fiancé presents you with a bouquet of flowers?”

Elliot asked, giving her a worried look.
He knew it’s not.
Fortunately, Eugenie, fooled by his acting, said with a smile.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re not courting me.”

“Okay.”

He sighed with an overly relieved expression.
When Eugenie burst into laughter at that expression, a smile appeared on Elliot’s face as well.

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Translator Note:

Burns was fast in get rid of her fiancé, right?