The woman messes with the wrong person.

A wretched, disheveled woman stands, struggling in the hands of the guards, her hair wild and tangles, her face smears with dirt, and her dress in tatters. She is barefoot, and her toes are caked with mud. Her eyes are bloodshot and wild, and she points a trembling finger Marianne.

"You are Mario, the young master that killed my lady. You killed my lady and you shall die today." The woman cries trying to break free from the guards hold. The Southwark Viscount's guards aren't as much as the big cities in London.

People begins to gather at the front of the Viscount's mansion. They are ready to laugh at the useless son of the Viscount. They are waiting for him to embarrass himself again.

Marianne sees them and remembers what happened in her past life. It is this kind of people, who laughs at her, throwing stones at her, and they are still ready to do it again.

Bunch of fools.

Her father, the Viscount is not around and has travelled to the nearest village for business, he won't have allowed this congregation in front of his house. But the hostess will want the opposite, in as much as she is not her mother, and she is ready for anything that can tarnish her image. Well, it is the Viscountess's handiwork this time. She is looking for a way to make her son become the next Viscount.

"Lady. Can I ask you a question? You must definitely have seen the person that peeks on you lady."

The lady looks at the man in front of her and looks calm, she has never seen the Viscount's son before, and when someone paid her to frame him, they told her that th guy is shameless and crazy, he would try and defends himself in tears and throw tantrums. The woman is confused as she sees that this man in front of her is very calm and dignified not like the rumors.

Seeing that the woman is not saying anything, Marianne sighs and says, "It seems you have chosen the wrong person. I am not Mario. Sighs. This boy is getting stupid all the time." She says and the viscountess eyes widens, and Beatrice stares at her in shock. Why is she lying without blinking?

The woman thinks again that the rumors are too much and must definitely be true. So the framee must still be inside, hiding. And this dignified young man must be the Viscount's visitor.

"I know him. I have seen him before. He is definitely still hiding. Call him out for me."

"If you are sure you have seen him before, then you must at least can describe him." Marianne says and it's at that moment the woman knows she is done for. She blames herself for not getting enough information from the area gossips about the Viscount's son. She should have asked his descriptions from those that gives her Twenty one shillings as a bribe to frame him. But when she thinks hard, she remembers she hears people saying that his father, the Viscount is a very tall man, that must means the fourteen years old boy should be very tall too.

"Sure if that's what you want. He is tall. Very very tall.. I don't remember his face, because it's been a month since it happened." She lies and Marianne smiles.

"Sorry my lady. But before I call him out. You must tell me your lady's name first." She says to the woman.

"M.my lady? What type of question is that? She is dead. Call him out for me." She screams out of guilty.

"Before we are sure you are not lying, you must tell me the name of your lady." Marianne simply says, brushing her bob hair with her palm.

"My lady name must not be revealed until justice is served." The woman says strongly and lunges at her but she is being held down by the guards.

"It's true. If the woman is saying the truth, then she must at least says the lady's name." A woman from the crowd says.

"But what if she is trying to cover her lady's name?" Another one says.

"Okay then. Maybe we should call the constables." She suggests and the lady quickly shouts;

"Do not call them."

"Why? Are you guilty? Or maybe you should go to them instead." She says.

The woman notices that something is amiss and she is being cornered by the young man in front of her.

"You must be the one. I am very sure it's you." The woman says crazily.

The crowd present shakes their heads and begins to curse the woman.

"Her lie is so visible. She doesn't even know what she's saying again."

"Of course. She won't know. But who is that young man, he is excellent." A lady says.

"Of course I am Mario. But I don't think I've seen you and your lady before." She says and the woman lunges at her, finally getting out of the guards hold. Before the woman could touch her, she grabbed her hand and twist it to the back and the woman cries. Thanks to her father's years of training her.

"What did he just say? M.m.mario?" One of the lady in crowd says with shocks and others are left astonished and dumbfounded.

Shortly, the constables arrives at the place and they takes her away.

After succeeding in one of her mission, she smiles at the Viscountess and her daughter.

"Everyone of you should listen. Don't you ever think of me as a weakling that couldn't defends himself when he's being framed wrongly. If you bite me first, I will bite you back. Don't think because the Viscount's is not around I'll be watching you tarnish my image." She says with a smile or the crowd and turns to leave.

"This kind of thing will not be allowed anymore. I am the Viscountess and nothing shan't happen when I'm still around." The Viscountess says notably, trying to hide her anger, clenching her fists in her dress.

The guards dismisses the crowd who leaves with their mouth hanging.

The maids that peeks through the window quickly runs back to their position when they sees the family returning inside.