EIITAB - Chapter 130 [ I've Never Seen Or Heard Of It ]
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
Dulcinea nodded loudly.
"Huh. I guess there's nothing real about what Anette has?"
She brought up the story that Anette's hair wasn't the same color it used to be. Originally, Anette's hair was dull white, like that of an old woman.
"My father said she was white when they first met. But she once touched a tree because the leaves were pretty. Then the surrounding trees withered in an instant."
In this way, Dulcinea added that Anette absorbed all the color of the leaves and the life of the tree, giving her red hair.
"At that time, the temperature was not as low as it is now, so you could occasionally spot trees with colored leaves."
Aslan listened to Dulcinea with a frown the whole time.
'Where on earth should I start and how far should I believe this?'
Frankly, he found it hard to fully believe what Dulcinea was telling him. He even wondered if she had lost her mind because she couldn't get out of this dark room.
'I think that one is more credible.'
But he couldn't believe it at all. It is difficult to say that she was just making up a story that Dulcinea fantasized about in her delirium because she was right in her own way.
'And there are actually several people who saw Count Penlot go for a walk alone in the snowy mountains.'
So, Aslan had no choice but to listen in silence first. Meanwhile, Dulcinea seemed to have sensed that Aslan was doubting what she said and laughed.
"Can't you believe it? When I first heard that story, I, like Aslan, didn't believe it. I thought my father made up a fairy tale to entertain me."
Her voice became a little more exasperated.
"But when I met her in person, I knew it was true. I also followed my father and met her from a young age. Of course, keep it a secret from others. Anyway... Anette followed my father as if he were her own father. My father also liked that girl. He couldn't bring him to the mansion... So he paid more attention."
Aslan nodded to her to continue talking.
"However....!"
Without warning, transparent tears began to well up in Dulcinea's blue eyes.
"That girl stole the apple of my father's eye, who was so good to me!"
Aslan's thick eyebrows furrowed.
"What does it mean that his pupils were taken away?"
Aslan searched through his memories. Count Penlot, along with his father Wayne, died while trying to stop the demonic beast. That was the 'fact' he knew for himself and the people living in Kalathi Castle.
However, the Count's daughter, Dulcinea, put a completely 'different truth' into her mouth. Aslan felt that this was a story that should not be taken lightly. Unlike before, Aslan listened with a serious attitude, his face set.
When Dulcinea remembered that incident again, she looked quite astonished and a faint sneer appeared on her lips.
"That girl always ran around my father like an anxious puppy. Then she noticed that my father was stroking my head, and I guess she was jealous of that."
No matter how good Count Penlot was to Anette, it could not have been compared to the affection he had for his own daughter, Dulcinea. Anette must have realized that too.
"The kid tried to push me."
However, it is said that Count Penlot, who was suspicious of Anette's identity at the time, quickly sent Dulcinea's body behind him. And he said, on behalf of Dulcinea, that Count Penlot's body was touched by Anette's hand.
"It was only for a moment that the two people touched each other. He quickly removed her hand as if he had been scalded by fire."
However, in that short period, Count Penlot's complexion turned pale. Dulcinea added that the large man bucked his knees and made him breathe heavily.
Aslan took note of that. In his memory, Count Penlot was stronger than Wharton. How could a man like that have his knees collapse from just one touch from Anette?
"Anette, perhaps not expecting to touch my father, took a step back and ran away. I helped my father, who couldn't walk properly, and came down from the cabin. But not long after that happened, the Great Wave as we know it began."
Count Penlot's physical condition did not improve. With his weakened body without any time to recover, he helped Wayne Kalathi deal with the demon beast and ended up suffering serious injuries.
In this way, Count Penlot also followed his predecessor to death.
"How on earth did she know that my father had passed away? On the last day of the funeral, that child, Anette, came to visit."
It is said that Dulcinea, knowing that her father cared for Anette in his own way, showed her last generosity and allowed her to pay her respects.
"Anette touched my father's face to say her final goodbye...! Her gray eyes turned blue in an instant! The same color as my father!"
Dulcinea, who was reminiscing about that incident, was shedding tears before she knew it. Meanwhile, Aslan's face was not much different from when he first entered this room.
But inside, he was quite surprised.
'A monster that resembles a human being.'
He had never seen or heard of it. He also understood why Count Penlot was so quiet and did not report separately. He must have been confused too. Because in his own eyes, she was a perfect human being just as she appeared on the outside.
When Aslan put together all the stories Dulcinea told him, there was one conclusion.
Anette is not a person. Demon beast...
As soon as it touches it, it takes away a life force. It is said that it was around that time that the First Wave began, so Aslan thought that his hypothesis was correct.
'She was not a Saintess, but a monster.'
Haha.
A cold laugh escaped his lips. Aslan judged that Anette had taken away all the warmth and vitality of the snowy mountains and the Duchy of Kalathi.
'Did he deceive people by taking the stolen life force out of her body and pretending it was divine power?'
However, for some reason, the runaway stabilized. So, she survived quietly and without any trouble in the capital.
'What helped calm Anette's powers?'
He thought about it for a moment, but Aslan decided that he could not jump to a conclusion on this matter. It occurred to him that maybe Hestia might know the answer.
Meanwhile, as if there was no more story left to tell, Dulcinea glanced at Aslan's face and began to look at him.
He took a deep breath, organized his thoughts, and briefly clicked his tongue.
Dulcinea, who had been watching for the right time to speak, hurriedly opened her lips.
"Hey! Aslan, I......!"
However, Aslan did not show the slightest interest in her, as if he had nothing more to do with her. He raised his hand to stop her and said, staring at her with cold eyes that could not be traced to his warmth.
"On humanitarian grounds, I will postpone your deportation for a while."
"......!"
There was a light of anticipation in Dulcinea's blue eyes. But Aslan immediately extinguished the light.
"Don't be mistaken because it means deferral, not forgiveness."
He added coldly.
"But until then, pay for your own food. Madam Philippa said that there was a shortage of maids in the laundromat because of the guests coming from the capital."
Dulcinea muttered in disbelief as if she could not believe it.
"To me..... Do laundry?"
"If you don't want to, starve, or leave the territory like this. I don't care either way, so I respect your choice."
Aslan turned around without waiting for Dulcinea's answer.
"Too bad... How can you do this to me?"
As he took steps, the sobbing became louder.
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