Camilla finally arrived in front of an old wooden mansion.
It had been about an hour since she left with the puppet.
[Rhodes Allen 3rd Street, 181A]
She thought as she glanced up at the address written on the front door of the mansion.
‘In Rhodes Allen Street, most of them are temporary villas... Is there anyone staying here even in the off-season these days?'
Maybe a nobleman rented it for one night to make love to another woman without his wife knowing.
Suddenly, various hypotheses and questions came to mind.
But what does it mean to know in the end?
The important thing is to get the job done quickly and get the money.
Camilla helplessly shook off her rising curiosity.
And she immediately followed the puppet into the mansion.
Camilla was guided by a servant into the private study.
She slowly looked around inside.
The interior of the building was as old as its exterior.
'No matter how temporary it is, if it's just a mansion like this... He must not be from a very influential family.'
Camilla quickly concluded that she was a socialite and a reminiscence of her days as a Countess.
She was not good at holding on to her part this time either.
'I need to get my allowance today and go back to Puppet.'
The puppet was in the drawing room on the first floor, waiting for her to return.
It was when she thought of him and sighed in boredom.
She felt a noise near the desk in the innermost part of the study.
'Hmm? Is that man a guest who invited me today?'
Camilla thought to herself as she looked at the man sitting with his back to her.
But why is he sitting back?
She tried to shake off her uncertain mood and slowly approached her man.
"Hi...?"
But the man still remained silent.
Could it be that she got caught by a pervert who forced her to do unpleasant things?
As Camilla arrived in front of the desk, the frown slowly narrowed.
The chair the man was sitting on spun around.
Then a familiar and disgusting face caught her eye.
"...It’s been a while, Camilla?”
The master of that sly voice was Duke Bold.
He saw Camilla's face turn white for an instant as she faced him.
“You... How do we get here...”
Her lower jaw vibrated of its own accord.
In that brief moment, there was only one thought in Camilla's mind.
'If I get caught by that person... I'm dead!'
Camilla turned around without even thinking twice.
And just as she was running towards the door of the study, the door opened from the outside.
And fortunately, she saw the man who would save her.
"Pu... Puppet! Oh, we need to get out of here quickly...!”
But the urgent cries quickly ceased.
This was because the puppet strongly tied Camilla as she tried to escape and closed the door behind her.
He looked down blankly into the woman's terrified eyes and muttered.
"Right...?”
Kick, kick.
Maybe a nobleman rented it for one night to make love to another woman without his wife knowing.
Suddenly, various hypotheses and questions came to mind.
But what does it mean to know in the end?
The important thing is to get the job done quickly and get the money.
Camilla helplessly shook off her rising curiosity.
And she immediately followed the puppet into the mansion.
***
Camilla was guided by a servant into the private study.
She slowly looked around inside.
The interior of the building was as old as its exterior.
'No matter how temporary it is, if it's just a mansion like this... He must not be from a very influential family.'
Camilla quickly concluded that she was a socialite and a reminiscence of her days as a Countess.
She was not good at holding on to her part this time either.
'I need to get my allowance today and go back to Puppet.'
The puppet was in the drawing room on the first floor, waiting for her to return.
It was when she thought of him and sighed in boredom.
She felt a noise near the desk in the innermost part of the study.
'Hmm? Is that man a guest who invited me today?'
Camilla thought to herself as she looked at the man sitting with his back to her.
But why is he sitting back?
She tried to shake off her uncertain mood and slowly approached her man.
"Hi...?"
But the man still remained silent.
Could it be that she got caught by a pervert who forced her to do unpleasant things?
As Camilla arrived in front of the desk, the frown slowly narrowed.
The chair the man was sitting on spun around.
Then a familiar and disgusting face caught her eye.
"...It’s been a while, Camilla?”
The master of that sly voice was Duke Bold.
He saw Camilla's face turn white for an instant as she faced him.
“You... How do we get here...”
Her lower jaw vibrated of its own accord.
In that brief moment, there was only one thought in Camilla's mind.
'If I get caught by that person... I'm dead!'
Camilla turned around without even thinking twice.
And just as she was running towards the door of the study, the door opened from the outside.
And fortunately, she saw the man who would save her.
"Pu... Puppet! Oh, we need to get out of here quickly...!”
But the urgent cries quickly ceased.
This was because the puppet strongly tied Camilla as she tried to escape and closed the door behind her.
He looked down blankly into the woman's terrified eyes and muttered.
"Right...?”
Kick, kick.
A sinister laugh escaped the puppet's lips.
Camilla then realized something was wrong with her.
“Let go of this, let go of this... Ahh!”
But it was already too late.
Camilla was overcome by a force that she could not bear to fight against.
So she had no choice but to be dragged helplessly to the place where the messenger who would execute her was waiting.
Kwaang-!
The puppet slammed Camilla's head hard on the desk.
Camila lay face down on the desk and writhed, her arms bound.
Duke Bold looked down at her, giggling.
“Yes, Camilla... You shouldn’t have lived like that.”
He smugly clicked his tongue.
“If you have committed so many sins in your life, would everyone on all sides be willing to help catch you?”
Camilla could even feel a strange madness in Duke Bold’s voice as he softly asked.
Eventually, Camilla was starting to recover from the shock of hitting her head.
Her head still resting on the desk, her eyes sharply raised towards the Duke of Bold.
"Who? Who on earth helped with that?!”
Camilla wrote her evil.
She had come this far anyway, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
“Whoever it is, I won’t let it go! Even if it means becoming a spirit, I will kill you, I will kill you! You, Duke Bold, too!”
Camilla roared in anger.
The moment when Duke Bold burst out laughing as if he found her appearance funny.
The study door opened once again.
Suddenly, Duke Bold's eyebrows arched as he looked at the other person as if he was happy.
“Oh, are you here?”
Then, the sound of the woman's shoes rang loudly in Camilla's ears.
The sound soon stopped behind Camilla.
Duke Bold smiled brightly at the woman and continued speaking.
“It is exactly as you wrote in the letter. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting much, but you really brought this girl to me.”
A satisfied smile spread across his lips.
“Do you have more useful connections than I thought?”
Duke Bold glanced at the puppet and said.
Meanwhile, Camilla, who was tied up, had no way of knowing who the woman standing behind her was.
She spent her days with her arms tied to the puppet.
"Who are you! Who are you to do this to me?”
Then, a small sound of a woman taunting rang from behind Camilla.
Camilla was about to become even more frantic and run wild.
“Let go of Camilla, Puppet.”
The woman ordered calmly.
Only then was Camilla able to free herself from the bonds.
Breathing heavily, she slowly straightened her back.
Then hot blood dripped down her nose.
It seemed like it was because of the shock she received when she was subdued by the puppet a little while ago.
Camilla turned her body around, nervously wiping away the blood.
“How dare you...!”
Camilla doesn't know what kind of girl she is, but she's going to kill her halfway.
There's nothing she can't do to recall her memories of hanging out with her wild friends when she was a girl.
The moment she thought that she hurriedly looked behind her.
“Hello, Camilla.”
Camilla's face suddenly turned into embarrassment.
Her brows, which had remained still, slowly wrinkled.
"You... It's Lobelia...?”
It wasn't because she couldn't bear to grab Lobelia's hair.
That was absolutely not the case.
The problem was, how did that stupidly naive girl stab me in the back?
Moreover, Camilla was helplessly caught in a flimsy trap set by such a woman.
That's what made Camilla stop for a moment.
"You...”
“Yes, it was me.”
Lobelia smiled innocently.
The more she spoke, the louder the words became and the more cruel a light appeared on her pure face.
“I was the one who killed Henry.”
Lobelia, who was quietly confessing, suddenly regained her appetite and looked at the Puppet.
“No, to be exact, is it a puppet?”
Camilla could not contain her astonishment as she saw her giggling like a bright girl.
Lobelia came closer to her.
By the time the distance had narrowed to the point where we could even hear each other's breathing.
“And who killing Camilla today...”
Lobelia whispered softly.
“...It's me."
Camilla's eyes fluttered helplessly with fear and astonishment.
Looking at her like that, Lobelia puffed out her lower lip and spoke her words playfully.
“There is no other way. Now our Miss Camilla is no longer useful.”
For a moment, Lobelia just burst out laughing.
“...But I won’t necessarily be sorry.”
Lobelia's brightly curved eyes showed a gloomy, lifeless look.
“After all, you also used me.”
“... Your Highness?”
I suddenly came to my senses when I heard that childish voice.
Then I saw Bianca looking up at me with a puzzled expression.
“What are you thinking so hard about? I keep calling you but you keep silent.”
Only then did I realize that I had been lost in thought the whole time.
Ever since I returned from Lobelia's room to the drawing room.
“...Oh, I'm sorry. What did you talk about?”
“I’m talking about the bakery you bought me that cake from before!”
Camilla then realized something was wrong with her.
“Let go of this, let go of this... Ahh!”
But it was already too late.
Camilla was overcome by a force that she could not bear to fight against.
So she had no choice but to be dragged helplessly to the place where the messenger who would execute her was waiting.
Kwaang-!
The puppet slammed Camilla's head hard on the desk.
Camila lay face down on the desk and writhed, her arms bound.
Duke Bold looked down at her, giggling.
“Yes, Camilla... You shouldn’t have lived like that.”
He smugly clicked his tongue.
“If you have committed so many sins in your life, would everyone on all sides be willing to help catch you?”
Camilla could even feel a strange madness in Duke Bold’s voice as he softly asked.
Eventually, Camilla was starting to recover from the shock of hitting her head.
Her head still resting on the desk, her eyes sharply raised towards the Duke of Bold.
"Who? Who on earth helped with that?!”
Camilla wrote her evil.
She had come this far anyway, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
“Whoever it is, I won’t let it go! Even if it means becoming a spirit, I will kill you, I will kill you! You, Duke Bold, too!”
Camilla roared in anger.
The moment when Duke Bold burst out laughing as if he found her appearance funny.
The study door opened once again.
Suddenly, Duke Bold's eyebrows arched as he looked at the other person as if he was happy.
“Oh, are you here?”
Then, the sound of the woman's shoes rang loudly in Camilla's ears.
The sound soon stopped behind Camilla.
Duke Bold smiled brightly at the woman and continued speaking.
“It is exactly as you wrote in the letter. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting much, but you really brought this girl to me.”
A satisfied smile spread across his lips.
“Do you have more useful connections than I thought?”
Duke Bold glanced at the puppet and said.
Meanwhile, Camilla, who was tied up, had no way of knowing who the woman standing behind her was.
She spent her days with her arms tied to the puppet.
"Who are you! Who are you to do this to me?”
Then, a small sound of a woman taunting rang from behind Camilla.
Camilla was about to become even more frantic and run wild.
“Let go of Camilla, Puppet.”
The woman ordered calmly.
Only then was Camilla able to free herself from the bonds.
Breathing heavily, she slowly straightened her back.
Then hot blood dripped down her nose.
It seemed like it was because of the shock she received when she was subdued by the puppet a little while ago.
Camilla turned her body around, nervously wiping away the blood.
“How dare you...!”
Camilla doesn't know what kind of girl she is, but she's going to kill her halfway.
There's nothing she can't do to recall her memories of hanging out with her wild friends when she was a girl.
The moment she thought that she hurriedly looked behind her.
“Hello, Camilla.”
Camilla's face suddenly turned into embarrassment.
Her brows, which had remained still, slowly wrinkled.
"You... It's Lobelia...?”
It wasn't because she couldn't bear to grab Lobelia's hair.
That was absolutely not the case.
The problem was, how did that stupidly naive girl stab me in the back?
Moreover, Camilla was helplessly caught in a flimsy trap set by such a woman.
That's what made Camilla stop for a moment.
"You...”
“Yes, it was me.”
Lobelia smiled innocently.
The more she spoke, the louder the words became and the more cruel a light appeared on her pure face.
“I was the one who killed Henry.”
Lobelia, who was quietly confessing, suddenly regained her appetite and looked at the Puppet.
“No, to be exact, is it a puppet?”
Camilla could not contain her astonishment as she saw her giggling like a bright girl.
Lobelia came closer to her.
By the time the distance had narrowed to the point where we could even hear each other's breathing.
“And who killing Camilla today...”
Lobelia whispered softly.
“...It's me."
Camilla's eyes fluttered helplessly with fear and astonishment.
Looking at her like that, Lobelia puffed out her lower lip and spoke her words playfully.
“There is no other way. Now our Miss Camilla is no longer useful.”
For a moment, Lobelia just burst out laughing.
“...But I won’t necessarily be sorry.”
Lobelia's brightly curved eyes showed a gloomy, lifeless look.
“After all, you also used me.”
***
“... Your Highness?”
I suddenly came to my senses when I heard that childish voice.
Then I saw Bianca looking up at me with a puzzled expression.
“What are you thinking so hard about? I keep calling you but you keep silent.”
Only then did I realize that I had been lost in thought the whole time.
Ever since I returned from Lobelia's room to the drawing room.
“...Oh, I'm sorry. What did you talk about?”
“I’m talking about the bakery you bought me that cake from before!”
"Hmm? Why are you there?”
“I was telling you that I wanted to go there with you, Your Highness.”
“Anytime. Take advantage of the day while you stay here, Bianca.”
Then Bianca smiled brightly as if asking when she had ever felt sad.
I responded to the child with a smile, then turned my head slightly to hide my once again hardened expression.
Ever since I met Lobelia a little while ago, I have been feeling ominous.
'If I think about it, it's not a big deal, but why do I keep feeling like this?'
It felt like there was a tight lump under my solar plexus.
That was when I let out a long breath and lifted my teacup.
“Ma’am, a guest has arrived.”
The servant's polite voice was heard from outside the door.
There are no guests coming today. Who is it?
With a puzzled thought, I immediately got up and headed to the door.
And that was when I opened the door and checked outside.
The man who was standing with his back to me suddenly turned around and looked at me.
“...Adrian?”
“Rebecca.”
He had returned to the Demon World a few days ago, saying he had urgent business to do.
But he's already back.
Moreover, I couldn't hide my confusion as I saw him looking nervous.
“Can I come inside for a moment?”
I slowly rolled my eyes as I looked at Adrian asking urgently.
"Hmm... What's going on? Is something bad happening?”
Adrian rubbed his face without answering.
His expression didn't look good.
“It’s what you said earlier. Related to that ‘novel book.’”
“Ah, uhm...”
Before Adrian leaves for Monter Mansion again.
I had confessed to the fact that I had possessed the body of Rebecca, a character in the book.
'But Adrian said it wasn't just a book, it was a decoy created by someone to summon spirits from another world.'
I remembered memories that I had put aside for a while because of the fire incident.
Adrian paused, looking even more anxious.
Then his lips gradually separated.
“I have something to tell you about that matter.”
“I was telling you that I wanted to go there with you, Your Highness.”
“Anytime. Take advantage of the day while you stay here, Bianca.”
Then Bianca smiled brightly as if asking when she had ever felt sad.
I responded to the child with a smile, then turned my head slightly to hide my once again hardened expression.
Ever since I met Lobelia a little while ago, I have been feeling ominous.
'If I think about it, it's not a big deal, but why do I keep feeling like this?'
It felt like there was a tight lump under my solar plexus.
That was when I let out a long breath and lifted my teacup.
“Ma’am, a guest has arrived.”
The servant's polite voice was heard from outside the door.
There are no guests coming today. Who is it?
With a puzzled thought, I immediately got up and headed to the door.
And that was when I opened the door and checked outside.
The man who was standing with his back to me suddenly turned around and looked at me.
“...Adrian?”
“Rebecca.”
He had returned to the Demon World a few days ago, saying he had urgent business to do.
But he's already back.
Moreover, I couldn't hide my confusion as I saw him looking nervous.
“Can I come inside for a moment?”
I slowly rolled my eyes as I looked at Adrian asking urgently.
"Hmm... What's going on? Is something bad happening?”
Adrian rubbed his face without answering.
His expression didn't look good.
“It’s what you said earlier. Related to that ‘novel book.’”
“Ah, uhm...”
Before Adrian leaves for Monter Mansion again.
I had confessed to the fact that I had possessed the body of Rebecca, a character in the book.
'But Adrian said it wasn't just a book, it was a decoy created by someone to summon spirits from another world.'
I remembered memories that I had put aside for a while because of the fire incident.
Adrian paused, looking even more anxious.
Then his lips gradually separated.
“I have something to tell you about that matter.”
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