The Sin of Ludwigs

"I'll never meet anyone named Haggs again."

This was the only sentence brought back by the attendant who went to Miss Williers' apartment when Earl William was dying and wanted to see Miss Williers again.

At that time, Miss Williers had left the Frigu Manor for more than a year, and the Earl would send people to their apartment every month, and the gold and silver artifacts and money sent over were unceremoniously squandered in various places. Balls, horses and horses, fine clothes, and rewards for the worst clowns in the theater, everything is as she pleases, as long as she is happy, and all worldly rules are out of her consideration.

The man she chose, James Carroll, a smooth-talking English playboy, had no ability to support her expenses, but Miss Williers didn't need to think about this issue, so much that she loved him. Man, it's better to say that she loves herself more, and the wasted youth since she came to the New World.That man was quickly kicked out of her apartment by her, and left Georgia in a state of embarrassment, and beside her was a younger, more handsome young man who loved her madly, and didn't care even if she was ruined for her.

The earl silently dealt with the series of troubles that Miss Williers brought him. After she left the Frigou Manor, he handed over a sum of money to Old David, the housekeeper she brought with her when she got married, and asked him to " Serve his lady as he was in London', but whatever happens, unless it endangers Miss Williers' life and he cannot handle it, nothing has to be reported to Frigut Manor, nor has Ferguson been mentioned to her. Everything about Ligu Manor——His judgment proved to be correct, and Miss Williers allowed old David to handle trivial matters for her by her side, but even when the Earl was about to return to the embrace of God, what she had said What he gave was nothing more than such a cold sentence.

At that time, Ian and I were standing in front of the earl's bed. When the messenger conveyed the words, the earl had difficulty speaking, but he still prevented Ian from rushing out to find Miss Williers.

He said: "In that case, let it be. Oh, madam, may you part with life at a later date, and enjoy all that you wish for!"

Even at the last moment of his life, he still sincerely wished that Miss Williers could happily enjoy the life she wanted, but unfortunately, within a few months after his death, Miss Williers also returned to God embrace.

——The cause of death was taking highly toxic chromium.

It wasn't murder, it wasn't ingestion, the poison was fatal if not careful, but it was just a drug, used to make undesired fruit fall from the branches prematurely, if not in excess.

When Ian and I were very young, we heard some very sinister rumors about our father, mother and my grandfather, about Miss Williers' inability to conceive after marrying into Frigou Manor, Regarding the inheritance of the Higgs family—the servants who gathered together had inscrutable smiles and whispered about the sequelae of the serious illness that their father suffered when he was young.It wasn't until grandfather dealt with many people in the most severe way that those vicious rumors were quelled, and with the death of grandfather, they were deeply hidden in the deepest part of Frigou Manor.

Miss Williers didn't like the overly obvious features of the Haggis family, and Ian once heard her complain to our nanny: "They don't have a trace of me. If only God could give me a child with me Daughter with hair, how wonderful that would be!"

She has always been proud of her dark cloud of hair.

"Then you should get closer to the Earl, after all, God can't just turn you into a beautiful girl out of thin air!"

"Ah, let's forget it, I don't want to see him at all, what a nightmare!"

Despite such complaints, when she might have had the child she wanted, Miss Williers took the risk of refusing the illegitimate child, and in a twist of fate lost her life.

I am not sure whether she chose out of aristocratic habit of not wanting the arrival of an illegitimate child to interfere with her free-spirited life, or out of what little love she had left for me and Ian and chose to spare us from suffering. Greater humiliation—I'd rather delude myself into believing it was the latter possibility.

The news of Miss Williers' death came so suddenly that we rode to her apartment after hearing the news, but we still didn't get to see her for the last time.

It was old David who stopped us. The loyal old housekeeper looked haggard, but he stopped us firmly from the apartment.

"Masters," said he, as he called us, though we had inherited titles, "the lady says she doesn't want to see you, and she doesn't want you to see her."

She never forgave the Higgs family for hurting her until she died.

Old David finished dealing with his young lady's funeral. A few years later, he invited himself to a small remote manor under Ian's name, and left the Frigu Manor, a place that made him sad.

Ian began to become indulgent, and there were one more woman after another around him, acting unscrupulously; I also had a maid sent from London by my side. From life style to behavior preferences, the two young lords of the Haggis family are different in the eyes of others. The wind reviews began to divide - under the different praise and criticism, he and I tacitly played different external roles, and everything was for the benefit of the family.

"My dear boy, you ought to have a taste of your own to be a young man," Earl William said to me once, suddenly and without warning, in the last months of his life, "even if we are Live for the benefit of the family, but young people should have their own enjoyment and hobbies, whether it's beauty, horse riding or hunting, but you don't have any."

At that time, his illness had not yet manifested, perhaps because he had a premonition of God's call, and it was rare for him to say such gentle words to me.

How did I answer him then? ——"Isn't there such a thing as Ian?"

Ian is my twin brother, he is another me, and I am another him. Many things seem to be done differently, but in fact it is our common will, but sometimes he executes it. Sometimes it's just me doing it.

After the earl passed away, this trend was intentionally fixed by Ian and I. We were too young, and the two lords of the Haggis family were too united, which would only lead to greater vigilance and suppression, and the earl has always taught us , Before you have mastered the absolute advantage, never expose your weakness.

It looks like this trend will continue until our transition of power to the next generation is smooth, or until that invisible storm lingering in the colonies sweeps the high pressure of London from the colonies.

No one thought that the manor where old David went would give us such a surprise.

Ludwig Francaimon Edmund.

A small aristocrat from a small country in the Old Continent, who was supposed to have no contact with the New Continent all his life, broke into our territory because of a strange fate.

Kolek's letter was sent to Ian and then copied to me. The gorgeous and meaningless rhetoric, the red tape among the nobles, and the trivial things that should be forgotten at a glance, made me see it for the first time. She knew it was him right away.

Ian has been avoiding the shadow of his mother and England, and even has a childlike hostility towards the black-haired and brown-eyed maids sent by the London nobles around me. The only maid who was almost accepted by him, Irene Field, He had thick black hair like his mother, and was so easily killed by the disease. Since then, there will never be a woman with the same hair color and eyes as his mother around him.

The appearance of Ludwig, like a gift from heaven, perfectly fits Ian's mind that he didn't realize - an identity related to England that has both the character and beauty of Miss Williers, and at the same time She is a beauty who has the status of a nobleman and is also a illegitimate child who is despised by others, and she is not a woman.

And he, who has always used cynicism to cover up himself, pushed Ludwig to me first in a moment of confusion, and I naturally accepted it with pleasure—as Earl William said, everyone should have a little bit of their own. I like it, since God has sent a gift to me, I am naturally willing to accept it.

Ludwig is a typical aristocrat under the rule of an autocratic monarchy. He has no sense of crisis about his situation at all, and he doesn't care about the lives of any civilians other than nobles and women. He is even so naive that even his monarch and England Those who don't even know about the dirty business, think that they can do everything by virtue of their status as aristocrats; and those who only need to know a little about the lives of the people in their own country will know the relationship between the Grand Duke of Württemberg and London. The evil hidden under the treaty and the deadly crisis that existed after he set foot on the New World.

Ian and I once had a fawn named Louise that we loved very much. It was killed by Earl William when we were not paying attention. According to the person who killed it, even the second before the knife was swung down, That little deer didn't even realize the threat of death. Even though it was in a slaughterhouse full of wailing, it seemed that it couldn't see the killing of its other kind by humans.

Ludwig is like that deer, he regards his king as a god, holding a kind of naive trust, he can't see the oppression and deprivation of others by the despot, thinking that the deprivation will not come to him ——A lamb who cannot see the evil will naturally not know that he is also a sacrifice.

I don't even have to do anything but pass on the fact that he's alive, and his sovereign's client will automatically pronounce the death of "Ludwig Françaimon Edmund," who There will be no chance to leave the New World again; but just a little temptation with a bait called "freedom", and telling him the fact that he has been abandoned by his monarch, is enough to justifiably break his will and make him Never have any thought of leaving us again.

After he lost the only identity he could rely on, Ian and I hid him in the depths of the castle. The Frigu Manor is large enough to hide a person from outsiders, and everyone who has seen him will keep silent , "Ludwig Francaimon Edmund" really "died" in the New World.

"Aristocrats cannot have weaknesses, unless no one can threaten you."

This is what Earl William once taught me, at the cost of the death of Louise the Fawn.

And this time, no one can threaten us.

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