The Male Leads Are Trapped in My House-Chapter 166

“The rest are materials needed for dissecting corpses.”

I nodded while scanning through the list Nox handed me.

The list included items such as tweezers, scalpels, aluminum dissection trays, surgical gloves, disinfectant alcohol, a blood collection device, formalin, and so on.

“If this underground passage really connects to the mansion at 61 Notium Street...”

Nox, his face briefly thoughtful, tapped a fountain pen against the table before jotting something down in his notebook.

“There’s no hospital on Notium Street. The nearest one would be on Winblum Street.”

Saying this, Nox tore a page from his notebook and handed it to me again.

[124 Winblum Street, Whignard Hospital.]

As Nox mentioned, Winblum Street was an adjacent area to Notium Street. I nodded and tucked the note into the inner pocket of my jacket.

I then glanced at the clock ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) resting on the console by the wall. Some time had passed since Theodore’s group had settled in for their rest.

“They should be waking up around now.”

It was time to extract information from Theodore and prepare to clear the underground passage.

“I also need to ask about Kellyan.”

Regardless of Theodore’s response, Ethan’s funeral would proceed as planned.

I had to observe Kellyan’s reaction to “absolutely needing to take Ethan.”

There was an overwhelming amount of work to be done.

*****

Prince Lloyd threw the glass he was holding.

Crash!

The glass shattered against the wall with a pitiful sound.

Marquis Devonshire clicked his tongue at the sight. Viscount Hanworth turned his head away as if he hadn’t seen anything, while Count Adler kept glancing nervously at Lloyd, trembling visibly.

“Thanks to cleaning up that damn weasel’s mess, I had to give up Notium Street to my brother!”

Everyone in the room knew that the “damn weasel” Lloyd referred to was their contact within Westmore.

Recently, a mutated monster had appeared in the capital. It was one of the failed experiments the weasel had been conducting.

“At least it’s fortunate that only one was discovered so far.”

Despite that failure, the weasel even had the nerve to request they relocate the creature to Westmore instead of killing it, which had caused them considerable trouble.

“Marquis Devonshire, you mentioned that the commander of the KC search unit had died? Who is in charge now?”

At Lloyd’s question, Marquis Devonshire replied.

“Kellyan Bangor.”

“Where is he now?”

“The last report was a week ago. He was said to be at the residence of Viscount Severin in Kintnay.”

Hearing this, Lloyd cursed repeatedly, smashing all the remaining glasses in the room.

“Prepare to reclaim Notium. We must take back Notium Street.”

Until the weasel succeeded in its experiments, Lloyd needed to fully occupy and control the capital. Only then could he establish a new kingdom.

Reclaiming Notium Street was essential for that.

Although many dismissed Notium as a slum, it was actually the core area of Benton. All the factories were concentrated there.

Controlling Notium Street would provide a significant advantage in securing supplies.

“And that damn weasel had also instructed us to keep an eye on the mansion at 61 Notium Street.”

Lloyd ruffled his hair in frustration.

He didn’t even know why the weasel had ordered surveillance on that mansion.

It made it impossible to tell who was truly in charge. It felt as if he was nothing more than a puppet dancing to the weasel’s commands.

“Damn it! Once that weasel’s experiments are finished, I’ll make sure to kill him. Arrogant bastard.”

Grinding his teeth, Lloyd smashed the last intact glass on the desk and stormed out of the room.

*****

Upon waking from a rare deep sleep, the unresolved question still lingering in Theodore’s mind dominated his thoughts.

The owner of the mansion where they were staying was Cherry Sinclair.

As the Sinclair heiress, owning such a mansion wasn’t surprising, but what troubled him was how suspicious this place felt.

Sitting in the room Cherry had provided, he gazed quietly out the window.

The knights of the royal guard seemed to be taking turns on watch, while Aurora appeared to be deeply asleep.

Theodore didn’t go back to bed. Since the world had fallen apart, he had rarely been able to sleep peacefully.

After the outbreak, he had made several plans and given his all, but none of his goals had yet been fully achieved.

One of his immediate plans was to gradually expand from the servant quarters of the palace where his survival camp was located and reclaim the palace from the monsters.

After that, he intended to deal with Lloyd’s faction, which sought his life, and uncover the cause of the virus.

If, through painstaking effort, he could identify the cause and transmission route, the next step would be to develop a cure and stabilize the country once again.

As the last crown prince of a fallen nation, it was his duty to achieve these goals, even at the cost of his life.

Whoosh—

Rain poured down outside the window. It seemed the typhoon was beginning to affect Brunel as well.

If they failed to clear the underground passage, they would all be trapped in this mansion.

“I mentioned I’d be away, but I didn’t say it would be for this long. They’ll be worried.”

The people in his survival camp at the palace were undoubtedly waiting for their return.

If the absence grew too prolonged, they might even think Theodore and his group were dead.

“It’s best to hurry as much as possible.”

Suppressing his impatience, Theodore stared at the high walls surrounding the mansion.

The walls were thick, unusually tall, and topped with barbed wire.

Ordinary mansions didn’t have walls like this. Even the gate was peculiar, appearing exceptionally thick and made of solid stone.

“They even made a vegetable garden in the yard.”

The vegetable garden was impressively well-maintained. Of course, it would be in shambles once the typhoon arrived.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed as functional as the servants' quarters of the Graydon Palace, where Theodore’s faction had been staying.

“Did Cherry Sinclair really create this?”

No matter how he thought about it, it was hard to believe.

The “party-obsessed, luxury-loving woman” constantly featured in the newspapers didn’t align with the Cherry of today. It was difficult to see them as the same person.

“Ethan and Nox seemed to be following her around, but what in the world happened in the meantime?”

Both Ethan, ever suspicious, and Nox, known for his high standards when trusting others, were unwaveringly loyal to Cherry. It was a side they had never shown even to the crown prince himself.

However, just because they followed Cherry didn’t mean Theodore could immediately accept that she was capable of running this grand mansion as a flawless survival camp.

He needed to clearly understand who Cherry Sinclair was. He was not someone who could afford to act recklessly.

Knock, knock.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

“Your Highness, it’s me.”

It was Aurora.

Theodore opened the door, curious. Aurora stood there with a tired expression, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she yawned.

“May I come in? I’d like to talk.”

“Please, come in, my lady.”

Theodore nodded willingly and let her into the room.

He had assumed she would be deep in slumber after their grueling journey, so her visit was unexpected.

“You’re planning to take Ethan to the capital, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

It seemed she had come because she was worried Theodore might leave Ethan behind.

But that was something Theodore had never even considered. Wasn’t the reason he ventured outside the capital in the first place to find Ethan?

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Of course, Ethan’s opinion mattered the most, but Theodore was certain Ethan would choose to go with them.

Hearing his affirmation, Aurora exhaled in relief, her expression relaxing slightly.

As he observed her face, Theodore found himself thinking about Ethan and Cherry. The relationship between the two was truly ambiguous.

When he first read the articles about them, he dismissed them as ridiculous gossip. But what he had seen of the two here...

At the very least, it didn’t feel like mere gossip.

“Ethan and Cherry Sinclair? I can’t believe it.”

As thoughts of Cherry crossed his mind, Theodore turned to Aurora and asked.

“But, my lady, I found it surprising that you seemed pleased to see Cherry Sinclair. Weren’t you not fond of Sinclair Corporation?”

It was something he had learned from their previous conversations. Whenever Sinclair Corporation came up, Aurora visibly tensed.

Her reasoning seemed plausible enough. Sinclair’s chairman was infamous as a ruthless businessman running a corporation often likened to the devil itself.

Though Aurora didn’t appear fully aware of it, she seemed to instinctively reject any mention of the Sinclair chairman.

It was almost as if she had some past trauma connected to him.

“I don’t dislike Cherry Sinclair; it’s the chairman I don’t like.”

Theodore observed Aurora’s contradictory statement with a scrutinizing gaze.

She clasped her hands together with an innocent smile, her eyes gleaming as she spoke enthusiastically about Cherry.

“I really like Lady Sinclair. I always thought she and I might have something in common, and I wanted to meet her. And she didn’t disappoint! She was just as I imagined.”

“Something in common?” Theodore found it difficult to understand. Aurora and Cherry seemed worlds apart in every way.

Aurora had a lively but serene and graceful demeanor. She often came across as bright and whimsical, yet her overall air was calm and gentle.

Cherry, on the other hand, was bold and radiant, drawing attention with her every movement and tone of voice. It was no wonder she was nicknamed the “Gossip Girl of High Society.”

Thus, Theodore couldn’t easily accept Aurora’s claim.

“What do you mean by something in com—”

Theodore’s question was interrupted by another knock at the door.

“Did you call for me, Your Highness? Lady Cherry wishes to speak with you.”

It seemed to be Harrison’s voice.

“Ah, so it’s that time already.”

Theodore swallowed the words he had been about to say and rose from his seat.

The conversation with Aurora would have to wait. There were still far too many tasks ahead of him.