Obsessed with Regressors

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Elliot, who stayed behind, shook hands with the coachman skillfully and said.

“Thank you.”

Something hard touched the coachman’s hand.
He looked at the coin Elliott had poked at him, raised one eyebrow, and looked at Eugenie’s back.
Then he said to Elliott, who was waiting as if he knew he would give him another piece of information.

“Looks like there was a bit of a fight in the carriage.
Those ladies, they were wearing nice clothes.”

Just like that girl who was going now.
Eugenie’s attire was not flashy, but it was made of fine fabric, befitting a wealthy aristocrat, and the few decorations were great.
Of course the young and old looked back at her as she walked across the boulevard.
Lauren and Julia weren’t dressed up to Eugenie’s, but they looked decent enough in the coachman’s eyes.
He clicked his tongue and continued.

“Don’t you know what will happen to the ladies from such a nice house when they go on a trip alone?”

He knew.
Eliot glanced at Eugenie, who had stopped to avoid a passing carriage, and he said,

“You know you shouldn’t send a nice house girl to a bar alone.”

The coachman said quickly.

“There was a commotion in the bar.
I think they ran away.”

Saying that, the coachman looked at the second floor of the tavern.
The bar in front of the station usually operates on this floor as an inn.
And according to Elliot’s experience, that inn would not be of a very high standard.
It would have been better than running outside.
If Lauren and Julia were hiding in the inn room, nobody would be able to drag them out without breaking down the door.

“Okay.”

Elliot handed the coachman one more of his coins in return for the information and quickly began following Eugenie.

“Oh my god.”

Lauren and Eugenie were on the floor of the inn, as the coachman said.
The two of them sat side by side on a bed that was too small for one person to lie on, contemplating what to do next.

‘I can’t go out because I’m afraid.’ Lauren had already spit it out to the world who know how many times.
The man who appeared to be helping the two entered the bar and ordered a large beer.
And since he helped, Lauren had to pay, he said.
It was fine until there.
If only the man who was arguing in the carriage hadn’t intervened.
The drunk man and the man who had a fight started fighting, and in an instant other men came rushing in.
Lauren thought that far, then she said.

“Do you think the two of them were a team?”

“Huh.”

Julia was thinking the same thing.
The men who fought began to claim that Julia and Lauren were to blame for their injuries.
There was also a man who made a noise to sign something right away.

There, Julia woke up.
Aren’t these kids all one?

“Will the carriage leave even if we didn’t get on?”

At Julia’s question, Lauren put on a look that she didn’t know.
But it would leave.
There’s no way the coachman would wait forever for two of their guests.
If the coachman was also a team member, it’s different.

Were there still those guys out there? Julia cautiously approached the door and brought her ear.
The men who chased after the two and behaved threateningly became quiet before they knew it.
But Julia decided not to gamble on opening the door.
She quietly returned to bed and sat next to Lauren.

“Julia, you can stop.”

Lauren said cautiously.
She should have stopped when she said she was coming along in the first place.
But Julia climbed into the carriage just before it left, and when Lauren took stock of the situation, she was after it had moved.

“Leave you alone in this situation?”

Julia asked, as if she were dumbfounded.
It was Julia who made the men who acted intimidating to stop even for a moment.
At the men who were about to drag the two of them away, Julia shouted that her father was Lord Escalee, buying the two time to flee.

“It’s because of me.”

Maybe Lauren was destined to be a mistress.
Feeling miserable, Lauren buried her face in her hands.
Why was her life like this? Nobody and nothing helped her.
She felt as though she was trapped in her own pit, from which she could not escape no matter how hard she struggled.

“Don’t worry, Lauren.”

Julia opened her mouth to comfort the depressed Lauren.
She kept it a secret until now, but now she had to tell her.
She told Lauren what she had done to ride the carriage.

“Eugenie will help you.”

“Eugenie? Lady Biscon?”

To Lauren, who was surprised when Lady Biscon’s name suddenly appeared, Julia revealed that she had contacted Eugenie before she came.
Eugenie would help her.
She must have sent someone to bring them back.
But Lauren thought differently.
She stared blankly at Julia, who said that Eugenie would send her person, so she could hold out.

If she was destined to become a mistress, as in her dreams, she must give Julia her word.
Because she had to give Julia time to prepare if she couldn’t avoid it.

“Julia, there are some dreams I didn’t tell you about.”

She had to give Julia the chance she got as well.
Lauren thought so and continued her words.

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Translator Note:

This chapter has a lot of changes in the narrator point of view without a proper break, so sorry because it’s going to be a little difficult to read.