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Does She Leave the House (12)

Now that she was in a position to end someone’s life, Chenin was not afraid. Was it because Guernia had abandoned her so much? Without hesitation, she placed her hands on Guernia’s neck.

Eventually, when her shoulders tilted and she was about to grip Guernia’s neck with force. “Kohk!” A rough breath came out.

“…… !”

“Wh, ho…… .”

Guernia’s eyes, bloodshot from the bursting blood vessels, stared at Chenin directly from below.

Guernia realized that her neck was being held down first than the fact that she had been conscious.

“Did the Count instigate you to kill me?”

There was anger in her faint, cracked voice.

“That’s right. Poor thing.”

“It must be you who are poor.”

Guernia sympathized with Chenin, smiling bizzarely as if a lump of cotton had been stuck in her throat.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re licking the Count’s shoes without knowing your heart will be pierced.”

“Tell me the truth.”

Normally, she would have lightly ignored those words that were meant to provoke her. But Chenin couldn’t ignore it now as she was constantly bothered by Erina’s words.

Guernia’s skinny and thin hand touched Chenin’s arm. As Chenin receded, she struggled to gulp down the water on the bedside table that was unknown from when it was placed.

Instinctively Guenia knew that she had been abandoned by the Count, and she revealed to Chenin everything she knew.

Chenin recalled that time and struggled to tell everything Guenia had told her.

“The blood of countless people who have died so far is contained in magic tools and stored in the underground storage of the County. Guernia was in charge of collecting the blood. As I said, Sezaine is being used as a training center for black wizards. And sooner or later, everyone who lives in Sezane will become their sacrifice. Erina Holden, as you said, I will lose my usefulness as well.”

Judging from the context of her words, it was roughly what I expected. I thought I could just bring Chenin back, but there were deeply rooted vines hanging here and there out of sight.

“What do you mean the Emperor dies?”

“It’s obvious. What is the purpose for training black wizards? army. An army to stand against the Emperor.”

I expected him to be the bad guy, but I never thought he would plot a rebellion. A single count managed to harbor such an ambition.

“We must inform His Majesty immediately!”

Evan impatiently raised his voice. Yes, it was right to tell the Emperor this fact as soon as possible before Count Abitz moved. Chenin, however, shakes her head.

“Why?!”

“Guernia’s story did not end there. The Count has an unexpected back that you can’t even imagine.”

“Is there someone covering for him?”

“To earn the trust of the Emperor by contributing to suppressing the rebels. The Count I know would never be able to do it alone, nor would he have the will to do it. But one day, she suddenly came to the Count and gave him sweet words and instructed everything.”

She.

I remember a face I encountered during the banquet. The Saint had a strange friendship with the Count. She, who seemed not to be particularly suited to the position, gave him faith.

“It is said that she knew everything, which village people would die en masse. Even regarding the Bennon Massacre, which was directly initiated by the Demon King.”

“…… !”

I couldn’t hide my surprise. Immediately, my head turned to Merson. Since when did he look at me, my eyes met his. Did he know about this?

Merson, who only looked at me without reaction, was frustrating. Until Chenin’s story was over, I couldn’t ask Merson anything, so I decided to move on for now.

According to Chenin, everything about the black magic was taught by ‘her’, and the instructions about Sezaine and plans for rebellion all came from her head.

The more I listen to the story, the more questions arise. If she’s the Saint, why on earth, why?

“Who is she actually?”

“I had my suspicions, but I haven’t heard a definite answer from Guernia.”

“Didn’t she tell you everything properly?”

“She is dead.”

The story about Guernia and Chenin grew longer, and in the meantime dawn began to rise.

As soon as Guernia regained consciousness, Chenin stuck next to the suffering Guernia and had a lot of conversations. When she was about to hear the whole truth, an unexpected guest broke in.

“Wife. I didn’t know you’d be here early in the morning, no, so late in the morning?”

“Cou, Count. I’ll try to deal with her soon…….”

Terrified, Chenin instinctively grabbed Guernia’s neck. But she couldn’t press down on it with force.

The impatient Count shoved Chenin’s body away with his violent hands. Then, he took out a circular transparent crystal from his chest and waved it close to Guernia’s eyes.

“You’re used to it, right?”

“How devoted I was to you…….”

“The horse with the amputated leg is no longer needed.”

The Count’s bloated body fell upon Guernia and he violently bit her lip. Guernia’s moaning in pain made Chenin cover her ears. The weak limbs fluttered lightly on the bed, then stiffened and swayed in the air as if electricity were running through them.

After a while, the Count stood up and spat. A chunk of red flesh fell in front of Chenin. It was Guernia’s lips.

As a large amount of blood began to flow under her chin and down the side of her neck, the Count raised the magic tool and shouted in a maddened voice.

“Suck it all up. Don’t leave a single drop behind!”

Even a single drop of blood on the bed sheet floated into the air and quickly began to enter the magic tool.

Blood continued to flow from Guernia’s wound, and by the time the transparent crystal ball turned red, Guernia’s skin lost its strength and turned black like a dried rose. The sucking blood was so strong that everything on the bedside table fell over and everything in the room shook.

“…….”

After stroking the red magic tool several times, the Count staggered for a moment before approaching the trembling Chenin.

“What did you see?”

“No, nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I didn’t see it.”

The Count smiled, showing his teeth.

“I killed Guernia in front of your eyes, but you couldn’t see it. I brought an idiot bitch into the house.”

“…….”

“Living like an idiot would be the way to protect your blood for one more day, wife.”

After the Count left, Chenin sat alone in the room that had become a mess.

In the aftermath of the magic tool, the thick blackout curtains were slightly open. In the meantime, morning comes without fail, and the sun shines on Chenin’s heart, which is setting down.

It was the most terrible dawn of her life.

She returned to her room and frantically searched all over for the note from the banquet. And she realized that today was the last day of the promised seven days. She waited for the Count to fall asleep without eating a single meal the whole time.

When the sweet night finally came for her to hide her face, she left the hideous mansion.