This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 - Chapter 142

Does she leave the house? (2) – unedited

The Demon King Kaylehartz Blanc Ferrier Rodenhaire captured all the villagers who consumed the body of his subordinates and made a road with their corpses. The villagers died coldly, blood bursting from all over their body at the touch of his finger. It was truly carnage.

“Then don’t leave. please. There were no lies in my heart. If Erina leaves, I will die.”

Rather than not wanting to answer Merson’s words, I had nothing to say.

I stood in front of the door with the same backpack I had when I headed to Sezaine three years ago. Then Merson quickly blocks my way.

“Don’t go.”

The sorrowful eyes, which could hardly be said to belong to the Demon King, soon became watery.

“I … I don’t think I can kiss you anymore.”

I passed him and went out of the inn. Damn, there are a lot of people walking the streets because of the sunny weather. I want to be alone, but I need somewhere to think.

As a woman suddenly pops up and is dragging her feet in the middle of the street, I start to hear whispers towards me. Besides, the murmur only grew louder.

“Erina, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Merson chased after me, hugged me, and started to cry with me.

I pushed Merson away. The sun is so bright that it’s hard to look at Merson’s face.

“I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

“I’ll explain again and again so Erina can fully understand.”

He was looking so troubled. No matter how I look at it, it was Merson.

But Merson, who has Kayle’s memories?

He treated me while hiding the image of the Demon King who killed people by pulling out disgusting blood balls and tried to make me do the same. Those two figures couldn’t match.

I shook my head and walked away from Merson.

This is scary. Eventually, everything I knew when I entered this book was fake.

Even Merson, who I believed in so much.

* * *

“Saint? Your complexion doesn’t look good. Shall we postpone the report until later?”

Sweat beaded on Count Abitz’s forehead. He was nervous, wondering if he had made a remark that might have offended the Saint. The Saint called, but from the moment Count Abitz entered the Saint’s room, the Saint’s interest did not stay with him.

“Don’t. How is Sezaine going?”

“We are building a camp by plowing the land that was used for farming. As long as no variables intervene, I think we can meet the construction date, so you don’t have to worry.”

“The variable has already intervened.”

The Saint, who had been staring into the distance while leaning on the sofa, now looks at Count Abitz. The Saint as she took a sip from the teacup, was slow. Her stabbing sharp eyes turned to Count Abitz.

“What about Guernia’s consciousness?”

“Ah, that… The best doctors on the continent are being called and treating her, so she should be able to come to her senses soon.”

“Soon? It’s disappointing that Count Abitz uses words that aren’t so clear.”

“That is… soon…….”

Sweat flowed like rain and his handkerchief was all wet. The Saint was in a bad mood, and Count Abitz was much more rigid than usual.

“Please call Theron Abitz.”

“My son? He won’t help you at all. He doesn’t even show his nose at the banquet…….”

“Then who will go to Sezaine instead of Guernia? How many people in the county do you think I can trust? Theron Abitz will be a loyal dog until sweeter candies arrive, as long as you hold the candy well. It’s very easy to handle. From now on, I will receive reports about Sezaine through Theron Avitz. Immediately after dispatch, send detailed progress… to me.”

“If my son goes to Sezaine, what will Guernia do?”

The Saint poured tea into Count Abitz’s teacup, which was full. The tea overflowed, soaking the table , until it dripped onto Count Abitz’s shoes.

“Tea that overflows becomes undrinkable. You have no choice but to wipe it away.”

* * *

I didn’t know either. The place I fled in fear was the imperial palace.

Seeing me wandering around in front of the imperial palace, a knight guarding the castle gate approached me and asked a menacing question. Who are you, why are you here, and other very obvious things.

Before I could answer, I searched my bag and took it out. The handkerchief that the Emperor forced me to have at the last banquet.

The effect was good. When the knight confirmed it, his attitude changed 180 degrees that I even wondered if it was the same person.

His tone of voice became more polite. He used to be wary of me, but now he guarded me by being wary of his surroundings. It’s broad daylight and there doesn’t seem to be any dangerous person aiming for me in front of the imperial palace, where authority soars to the sky.

I headed to a certain room after being guided by the knight.

“You can wait here. Please ring the bell if you need anything.”

After speaking, the knight left the room. When I was left alone in an overly large and splendid room, I felt regret over what I was thinking when I came here.

“I must be crazy.”

I simply needed a place to organize my thoughts. The streets were crowded with many people, making my nerves dizzy.

It wasn’t comfortable because the place was like this, but I feel like I could breathe a little bit because I’ve finally found my own space where I’m not disturbed.

I was standing in one place even though there were luxurious sofas and chairs. Because it was the first thing to do to calm down my complicated mind.

I admit that this book is no longer what I knew, and how I should treat Merson in the future…….

Although Merson had not lost his memory, he had treated the Saint bluntly. I thought he didn’t remember anything, so he was affectionate with me in front of the Saint, but in fact he knew everything and didn’t care at all whether the Saint was there or not. In other words, Kayle does not like the Saint.

“Then what have I read? What the hell is that novel…….”

I don’t think I intervened in the novel and changed the situation. In the first place, even before I met the Saint and the Emperor, they had lived their lives as characters different from those in the novel, and even Merson, who I thought I had influenced a little, did not actually lose his memory.