Please Be Patient, Grand Duke - Chapter 77.2

Chapter 77.2

Canillia sat in front of white horse calmly. He smiled.

“Start.”

Lia moved a pawn.

Claude poured wine and put it in front of her. Then moved his pawn so it would face hers.

“Tell me your plans.”

For someone who just knows the rules, Canillia was playing quite calmly. She took a sip of the wine and frowned at its bitterness.

“I don’t really have plans.”

“Then?”

“I’m just going to stop acting foolish.”

“The reason why the anarchists are recruiting you?”

Canillia’s act was quite honest and straight. She just picked her own path rather than to mess up her opponent. It wasn’t because she was bad at it, but rather stubborn.

Claude moved the knight so she could win. Would she notice it?

As he did, she glanced at him and sighed.

“It’s because I’m a noble from Louvre. There was no one from Louvre who reached a high position until now. Even Eddie Kirkham was only a principal. But I’m a second son of the Marquis family and my mom is living in Louvre. So what else would they need?”

She moved a pawn again.

Canillia was still facing him using pawns. A piece with the least power.

Claude understood what she meant by it and lowered his tone.

“There are many reasons to use the noble title. To gain political, economical gains… Or to bury criminal activity.”

“…They want all the diamonds.”

Claude’s eyes lit up. Then he moved his bishop. Canillia’s eyes moved with his hand.

“Marchioness Vale probably also had some idea… That they will approach me someday.”

His pieces had no intention of protecting the king. They were taken over as she used her Queen and in the end, it was surrounded.

“Check…?”

Canillia looked like she couldn’t believe she won. Even though he could change the situation, he didn’t care enough.

Claude hit the king off and mumbled, “Mate.”

Her wine glass was empty.

Claude caressed Canillia’s cheek as she giggled. Then she bit her lips and tried to hold back her laughter. She seemed to be really enjoying that she beat him.

“Are you drunk?” Claude asked.

“No.”

So beautiful, thought Claude.

“But your face is red?” he teased.

“That’s because it’s a little hot…”

Her pale neck was even redder.

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“Then drink more.”

Claude couldn’t hold back and stood up. She looked up in surprise as a large shadow engulfed her.

He lowered his torso and devoured her soft lips. The wine that was in his mouth trickled down between lips.

Claude maneuvered his tongue deep inside her mouth.

The chess pieces on the table fell on the floor.

As she turned her head to breathe, Claude rubbed his lower lip and then kissed her again and mumbled.

“Education is needed in Del Casa as well. If the Grand Duchess is a teacher, there is nothing better.”

***

As people covered their ears and turned away, Sharon’s shop exploded. As it collapsed, it revealed a passage to Louvre. The police covered their mouth with cloth and emerged from the dust.

Canilia looked out the window and stared at the place. Angel then coughed while pressing down his wounded chest.

“It really was the anarchists’ doing… My apologies, young master. I also told the Marchioness…”

Canillia smiled as Angel blamed himself.

“You have no fault. It was all her testimony. How are you feeling?”

“I’m getting much better. Thankfully the bullet missed my lung.”

“That’s good.”

Canillia gave Angel a glass of water and sat on a chair.

Angel looked at Canillia amusingly as she looked different today. She looked more mature today.

She didn’t look like she wasn’t under the false accusation from the Marchioness.

“You said you met the group that attacked?”

Angel nodded at the sudden question.

“Yes.”

“Do you perhaps remember who the lead looked like?” she asked.

“He was covering his face so… But I did face him a few times. Maybe if I saw him closer…”

“Frank Ash.”

Angel’s mind connected everything together that moment.

Canillia’s eyes narrowed as Angel looked surprised. She nodded and went into a deep thought.

“How did you know…?” Angel blinked like he was surprised.

Frank Ash. The tailor for the royal family.

But the reason why he couldn’t think of Frank right away was because he never met him outside.

“Young master! I asked you how you know!”

Angel grabbed his chest in shock. Lia quickly called the nurse and lied him down.

“He is their leader… So please get better and become my witness, Angel.”