The mansion, which was full of the minister's cheap taste, was so dazzling that it hurt the eyes.
Gold-lacquered walls, candlesticks, and bizarre paintings that could hardly be considered art were visible every ten steps.
When she heard the servants passing by, Medea put herself behind the wall.
Darkness obscured her appearance.
"You still can't contact the owner?"
"Yes, I heard that the butler was kicked out of the palace right away. The goddam told him to bring all the mansion and land documents because he needed to prepare for the worst. Even the small bribes he received."
"You don't even think about saving your son's life, but rather think about saving yourself, really. Should I call that child his mother? Anyway, don't you think we should quickly look for somewhere else?"
The chattering voice became increasingly distant. Medea held her breath and moved again.
The maze located at the very back of the back garden was connected to the mansion.
The garden lights did not reach, so it was dark everywhere.
Crack, crack.
Medea melted into the deserted hallway.
The third floor of the mansion is where the office is located. She succeeded in getting inside without making a sound.
There was no one in the office.
It was after midnight, and everyone was fast asleep except for a few people.
Medea looked inside the office.
'You said the magic circle is in front of the third bookshelf, right?"
Beyond the grotesquely shaped couch that revealed Etienne's vulgar tastes, she found a third bookshelf behind the marble desk.
Medea was about to take a step into the magic circle.
The moonlight slowly appeared, passing through the window and softly illuminating the interior.
The moment a long shadow fell under the window curtain, Medea froze.
There is someone else in this room.
The realization was instantaneous. Medea quietly adjusted her weapon under her sleeve.
"..."
A few seconds of silence to catch her breath.
The person hiding behind the curtain rushed forward.
Medea also stepped on the couch as support and leaped toward the window.
The purpose was to gain momentum to stab the opponent's neck from top to bottom. In her hand was a thin meatus.
However, the opponent was faster than Medea.
"Tsk."
Medea, who was kicked in the waist, was thrown straight into the wall.
Her right shoulder and back, which had been hit mercilessly with a dull noise, were numb.
As the black hand snatched her neck, Medea quickly kicked his leg. Then, she broke free from the other person's grasp by slamming it into the other person's shoulder.
No, she tried to get away.
Even though the thin meatus was inserted so deep that only the handle was visible, the opponent grabbed Medea's neck again without even blinking.
The masked person had an overwhelming physique and strength. He knew whether he would win or lose.
However, in her last life, Medea, who had faced countless opponents bigger and stronger than her, raised her head instead of despairing.
'Third bookshelf.'
Green eyes gauging the distance flashed.
She whipped around and kicked the shoulder that had been attacked earlier. While the opponent hesitated, she threw herself towards the direction where the magic circle was drawn.
'Even if you just go as far as the magic circle!!
You can escape from interest.
However, as if the opponent had read her direction, he blocked the retreat and did not let Medea go.
The fugitive and the pursuer tangled together and rolled on the floor.
And at that moment, the magic circle was activated.
Flashing blue lines jumped out like spheres and surrounded the two people.
***
Duke Claudio.
"What do you mean! It's been moved!"
Duke Claudio hit the table harshly.
This is because the fact that Etienne was quarantined was reported to the dukedom belatedly.
"Yes, Your Excellency. It appears he was sent to a special prison where first-class prisoners stay."
"It is said that anyone who approaches the prison where the minister is, let alone meet with them, will be searched regardless of their status. Father, we can't even read the minister's intentions now that we can't secretly insert the spy like we did before."
"Damn it, that guy is trying so hard to get out..."
"Your Excellency, no. this was an order from the Queen Mother, not the Prime Minister."
The Duke's neck became stiff after hearing his subordinate's report.
Are you saying that insulting me in front of the palace gate where everyone passes by is not enough?
"Really my mother! Are you saying that Claudio is not from the same litter? How can you treat me Iike this!"
The Duke was furious at the reality that his powerful friend was about to be executed, and his mother. Instead of helping him, was trying to further tie him down and oppress him.
"Your Excellency, as of yesterday, the position of minister has also been removed. They say the execution will proceed immediately without a trial."
The fact that the execution date was set meant that the outlines of the incident that brought down Minister Etienne from office were clearly established.
Why? What did Cesa find out?
At that time, Samon voiced the doubt that had been troubling him.
"Father. Etienne may have betrayed you."
What could be the reason for the sudden change in circumstances? It means that something has changed in the incident.
"Nonsense. You don't know Larque Etienne. Do you think that greedy person will just collapse like this?"
The Prince Regent immediately denied it.
"Yes, I don't know. But he's in jail now. We don't know who he met and what he said."
Samon pointed out.
"Father, you haven't forgotten that there is a certificate of acceptance in his hand. right? The moment that's revealed, we're done. If he was even speechless..."
"..."
"So we have to use our hands."
"Do you have to kill me?"
The duke paused.
"The results haven't even come out yet. Maybe things will work out and things will turn out like this. Killing is not allowed."
He shook his head.
"Do you think it's so easy to find someone who can properly put a stop to brains and greed? What about his power?"
His father's attitude was quite stubborn. Samon took a step back.
"If that is what my father wants, we must secure at least a certificate of approval."
The Duke agreed with his son's point but faced another problem.
"... But how can you enter that space and retrieve the receipt if Etienne is not there?"
Even If the receipt was hidden too well, it was a problem. An overly dangerous location was chosen to eliminate the possibility of intrusion.
"If it cannot be recovered, it must be destroyed. If the Count's mansion burns down, won't the magic circle connected to the wedding ceremony naturally disappear?"
"What?"
"It is a mansion without an owner. You never know when it will break through. The root of the fire must be burned away."
"Will the Minister agree? If he finds out about this later..."
"He will understand eventually. That we can't leave a trace. You can't throw our leashes away just to please the Minister. If the prosecution is found out, we will all die."
The Duke couldn't deny Samon's words. He should not hesitate any longer.
The Prince Regent frowned, rubbing his temples and agreeing.
"Ha, I get it."
It seemed like he was reluctant, but permission was given anyway.
"Little Duke."
When Samon returned to his office, a waiting shadow greeted him.
"My father gave permission."
"Thank goodness. Then is it okay for me to complain?"
"No, we have to get rid of all the embers inside. Kill them all. So that no one alive remains."
The subordinate paused.
"You mean all of them, including Gasol?"
"Yes. Burn it all down. The fire will erase the sign."
Samon, he was a person who turned a blind eye to grace and never forgot resentment.
"I have to make that dirty scum pay for the shit he sprayed on me."
When he thinks about the minister's obscene harassment of him at the last banquet, his teeth grind together.
At that time, he couldn't even keep his resentment in mind because he was keeping an eye on the minister who was making a fuss over Birna.
Now that the Minister had fallen, there was no way Samon would miss the opportunity to vent his anger.
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