I Met the Male Lead in Prison

put on the desk or under the bars.
But it’s been a while since I’ve received one from them…Why is it that no letters came? Are they now tired of my requests?

I was about to tilt my head to the other side to look at the window, still thinking about my empty desk when I was suddenly interrupted.

“What are you troubled about, miss?”

“Oh, hello Baron.”

The man who sat at the end of the table was Baron.
He sat naturally across from me, stretching his arms.

I’ve crossed my legs, but since I was not wearing a suit, I thought that doing so wouldn’t look fashionable and cool in these striped clothes.

“You look like you’re in deep trouble.
What is it?”

“Oh.
You’ve seen right through me.
I was thinking about what we are having tonight.” I lied.

“Oh, I can easily solve that.
They are preparing a turkey dish that is not cheap but also not fancy.
Ugh, I’m about to miss the little lamb steak.”

Baron said he really wanted to eat a high-class steak.
Since he was so funny, I mimicked him and teased him a little.

“It’s funny how a prisoner talk in a high-class manner.”

On purpose, he slowly spoke with elegance and smiled.

The turkey served in here tastes amazing and I don’t know why they find it cheap.
Sometimes it’s hard to keep up with the prisoners’ minds here.
Maybe it’s because I am not born with any nobility in my genes.

“What else are you going to tell me? It would be nice if you could.”

“It’s a pleasure to be a good storyteller for the young lady.
Well, talking to you is more of a hobby.
Oh, did you hear about Count Andrea?”

Baron has a wide connection inside and outside the prison.
They say that networking is the basic virtue of aristocrats, but looking at Baron, everyone should be careful because they are looking at a swindler.
Perhaps this is why I was very impressed with the news and stories he told.

“You mean the lord who fainted from hysteria? The guard told me.
It was in the room next door.”

Among the prisoners, there were some who could not admit that they committed a crime, and the Count is one of them.

“I woke up a few days ago because I heard a scream.”

He used to scream every night saying that he was innocent.
Not long ago, I was also surprised to hear a loud noise and hysterics.

“Yes.
The hysterical one.
It wasn’t just a simple thing.
Count Andrea is dead.
He exploded.”

“Hey, do you think a Count can be easily killed in one night?”

Is that possible? I ate cookies, eyes wide open with the idea of him being killed that easily.

Oh, eating cookies reminded me of something that I should forget…I shouldn’t have eaten a cookie today… I should never eat cookies from now on.
Well, It’s not really that easy to forget a boy licking my hand, though.

“Of course it can’t happen quickly, but this is what Black Roses do.”

“Domulit?”

Why are they coming out here?

“Don’t tell me… Do you think they did it?”

“Yes.
Chaser Rube Domulit, the next Black Rose of the family, has made a big scene.”

Oh, is it possible because they’re a bad family?

“But the problem that will shock you was that Count Andrea was the right-hand man of the Archduke of Hel.”

“Oh, my God! The Red Rose?”

“Yes.
That Hel!”