My Notorious Gentleman's

#16

Because of Grace's efforts, the poor people who were several kilometers away heard about the good of the village, and they came to the halfway house to ask for help during difficult times like today.

Grace realizes that it is unfair that she adds more burden to her village, especially that most of the villagers have become war widows.

And the situation will not be better in winter, especially with the bad harvest they get now due to weather disturbances. But it's possible that next year, with a rich new tenant, or perhaps even a new owner living in Grange, will bring new life to their village, and new grain is also harvesting, he said, there is enough food for everyone.

Grace had to admit that her father's idea made sense...

"In addition," his father added, "any wandering knight will eventually be sure to look for a final resting place. And there is no place more peaceful than Thistleton. Maybe this will bring good to her."

"Papa."

"Trust me, my child," her father whispered softly enough that perhaps only Grace could hear.

"Nobody hates war more than those who have to go to war. He witnessed the cruelty firsthand. You can see it in his eyes."

Father Kenwood gave a meaningful blink, then nodded to the others imploring themselves, muttering, "excuse me gentlemen."

After that Father Kenwood rushed upstairs to save the marquess' son from her, once again.

Left alone where she stood, Grace could feel someone else nearby, staring at her in amusement. Slowly he turned around and found the spot of the jail in the eyes of Lord Trevor. Papa's right. Even when the man smiled, a perceptive person could see the black smog behind his eyes, almost able to hear the sound of cannon blasts there. As for the missions the man had been on, what dirty work he had done, Grace would not want to know more than the former spy would tell her, that's what George said.

Grace at this moment could only think that it was very unfair if one had to suffer so much for others. Suddenly, a wave of pity swept over him. All sorts of rejection that he had felt when the man was about to move near his house vanished. Maybe ayjust right. As usual.

Maybe Lord Trevor needs Thistleton like Thistleton needs him.

So Grace tried to control her tension near the man, raised both eyebrows, and muttered in a mocking style.

"You again."