My Notorious Gentleman's

#3

"Well, at least I'm pretty sure that the fucking eruption wasn't my fault" George grumbled.

"Please keep your language, George."

"Sorry."

Grace looked at George sharply, but softened.

"alright. I'll tell Calpurnia that you're asking for news."

George grabbed Grace's hand and kissed her.

"You see, right? You are an angel!" But then George continued, because the young man was not the one who knew when to stop.

"While Callie, well, if you want to hear what I'm saying, I think she needs to learn to control her emotions."

"Is that so?"

"Just because I was playing with the tavern girl she got so mad? Cocky, that's the problem. He's too proud! Calpurnia Windlesham thought she was God's blessing to a man, but she was too big a head to think she could manage me. We're not even married!"

Grace simply looked at George quietly while the young man continued his grievance.

"She is beautiful, it's indisputable, but she's really spoiled, and yes, I myself know that it's ironic that I say so. You don't have to say it anymore."

"It's totally unthinkable to me, George."

"You have to warn him that he constantly disputes this and is being rude and trying to hurt me to avenge him, he could lose his chance" George warned.

"By plucking my finger, I can get ten times better than him at the end of the night."

"But you're here right now, spending your time with me out of fashion" Grace teased in a soft voice.

"What happened to your admirer?"

"They found a new idol."

"Oh, unfortunately you, so neglected."

"Not at all. Look at him, poor man." George nodded across the room amusedly. Following her gaze, Grace saw a crowd of women standing around a man on the other side of the dance hall.

"By the mob of mothers who were searching for their daughters for prey.and the wives of nobles who were looking for a little adventure, I am sure so."

George grunting.

"That's how it is."

Only the top of the man's head with his dark hair looked taller than the women's bun.

"Who's the guy they're on the corner for?"

"Lord Trevor Montgomery" replied George wryly as he raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, we have a famous figure who is none other than the spy agency of the Order, at our house tonight. Are you impressed?"

Grace frowned and looked at George in confusion.

George saw that Grace did not understand who she meant at all, and her laughter exploded in shock.

"Oh, my goodness, dear cousin! Have you never read the paper?"

"No. It's too pathetic. Well, tell me then!" exclaim Grace.

"All right! It was only revealed last month that the man we thought was just a bunch of delinquent men from the Inferno Club, was actually a spy or a fighter or a bodybuilder or something like that.

"Killer?" grunting Grace, she was convinced that George was teasing her again.

"I'm serious, Grace! It seemed that the man was part of an underground movement, a group of knights who called themselves the Order of St. Michael the Archangel."

"You and your bullshit."

"I tell you the truth!" george said with a happy laugh.

"You better start reading the newspaper again. They were like relics from a Knight Templar or something, I swear. They were taken from childhood, then trained for years until they became deadly and released into this world to fight for England. You still not impressed?"

Grace shrugged, looking at George uncertainly.

Although George is not currently making fun of her naivety as a country girl, Grace is not violent and is not at all sure that she enjoys being in the same room as a government surveillance killer.

"It looks like the Order has been around since the Saline War" George said.

"They have been fighting for the kingdom since that war. A bunch of fucking heroes..."