Odette was arranging the papers in folders on the wooden desk in front of Mrs. Becker.
It was all fabricated false information. The Count's dirty criminal business, her mother's extravagance, and her brother's drug and gambling history were all fabricated in her name.
These were fake pieces of evidence that supported Odette's evil deeds in the trial of her previous life.
She remembered the contents of each document because they explained them one by one on the spot and recited crimes she had not committed.
'How can the documents that frame me be so fancy?'
A birth certificate made up to look like the Count's youngest daughter. A forged bank account, diamond mine documents, made to look like Odette's... Records of drugs, human trafficking, and prostitution.
The self-drawn on this high-quality paper was so great. So noble that any evil deed would be forgiven.
'If I could live that kind of life even once, I wouldn't feel so wronged.'
Odette let out a hollow laugh. The material describing her was so shabby that it could all be hidden up her sleeve.
Odette, who had neatly tied up the organized documents with a string, glanced at Mrs. Becker. She was standing quietly beside her, fidgeting.
It seemed that she was afraid that the ledgers would disappear from the safe.
'Well, that woman probably doesn't know that the safe won't be opened for another month.'
Of course, she had no intention of telling Mrs. Becker about this. She only cares about her safety, so she will step in and prevent anyone else from opening this safe in the future.
“...Miss, this is theft.”
“Isn’t that trivial compared to stealing a husband from a wife?”
Mrs. Becker bit her lip as she received the compliment calmly.
“You'd better not tell anyone what just happened. Then my mouth will be shut.”
“...”
“I’m so glad we can share a secret. I’ve always wanted to be close to Mrs. Becker.”
At least in her past life.
Leaving the trembling woman behind, Odette suddenly left the study.
"Miss!"
Lize, carrying a trunk bag, was waiting for Odette in front of the mansion.
“I changed the honey water of the young master as you said. I also called a carriage.”
“Well done, Lize.”
Odette handed her a wad of paper.
“I have to convey this to Marquis Kleist.”
“Are he Margrave Kleist?”
Lize's expression became astonished as if she had heard a very gruesome story. The Margrave Kleist family has been known for their cruelty for generations, but the current Margrave Kleist, Sion, is even more so.
Because he was called a demon from hell.
Sion Reinhard von Kleist.
The head of the Imperial Intelligence Agency and an S-class Transcendent. The head of the Emperor's guard dog family, which has handled intelligence organizations for generations.
One of the four male leads in <Redemption>.
'He is also the man who will be my first business partner.'
The only problem was that he would never meet Odette kindly. All four male protagonists in this game are set to hate Odette.
Among them, Sion was already a person who very openly hated her.
Not only has Odette refused all urgent requests from the Transcendents for the past three years, but he must be receiving a daily list of fabricated crimes attributed to her by his acolytes.
But if she uses it in reverse, there is no other tactic as effective as that human being.
“Hand over the documents and tell the butler that I want to have a private meeting. Show him my ID and he will take care of it.”
“Excuse me, Miss. Why all of a sudden...”
Odette handed over her identification card to the surprised Lize. It was a silver identification card with a daisy flower design, indicating free entry into the palace.
It was given to her by the Emperor himself on the day she was recognized as the sole Purifier of the Empire. An identification card that only S-class Transcendents and Odette possess.
“Heeeek, Miss! Can you give me this precious thing?”
“If you are rejected, tell them this. Which of the nine spies planted in the Albrecht family do you trust? Are you curious about whose information was manipulated?”
“Huh? What?”
“This is an important matter, my life depends on it. Please.”
Lize, who had been confused, changed her gaze to one of determination at those words.
“Leave it to me, Miss.”
Odette smiled at Lize like that.
“When you finish your work, don’t return to the mansion until the founding ceremony is over. Instead, go back to your parents’ house and rest for a while.”
“Oh my, are you giving me a vacation? I’ll definitely finish it successfully, Miss!”
As the carriage left the gate, Odette lowered her head and looked at her shoes.
'I have found a truly precious person.'
It had protected her feet for a very long time in her previous life.
“A sinner is a spiritual being.”
The day Odette, whose tongue was cut out, was dragged away like livestock by the guards, she heard that someone gave a large bribe to the guards and gave them the money in a hurry.
'When I first got caught, I thought they were my father or mother.'
He said he felt sorry and regretted suddenly cutting off his daughter's tongue.
When Odette realized that it couldn't be true, she was too busy wandering around the slums to think about it. When she was struggling to escape from the transcendent being, worrying about shoes was a luxury.
However, while in the beggar's gang, Odette learned how expensive these shoes were for commoners.
“Why did you give this precious thing to me, Lize? To me who can’t even remember that it was you who gave it to me.”
As the carriage disappeared completely around the outer walls of the mansion, Odette quietly muttered.
In her previous life, Lize was murdered right after giving these shoes as a gift. Odette will never hear the real answer to her question.
Odette took a long sigh and slowly turned around.
A beautiful garden came into view.
Water gushes from the fountain in the center, and the leaves of the tulip trees lined up symmetrically, sparkle in the beautiful sunlight.
The sound of the fresh spring breeze brushing against the trees sounded like the sound of waves. Every bit of soil she stepped on was soft, and the air surrounding Odette was fragrant and affectionate.
It was only yesterday that she was dying alone in the dry sandstorm. It was a truly desolate gap.
But Odette shook her head. There was no time to wallow in the emotions of her past life, such as sorrow, regret, and loss.
Because it's almost time for her mother to wake up.
Odette was not allowed to walk around the mansion or go outside alone. The key to solving this restriction was in the dungeon.
'So I should be locked up in the dungeon. If possible, by my mother's hands.'
Odette walked elegantly, counting the possibilities.
“Do you think I look good to my mother?”
Albrecht's garden is said to be the best paradise in the capital. Countess Albrecht had a habit of looking down at this beautiful place as soon as she opened her eyes.
A garden of silverbells, which she had personally tended, was directly visible from the Countess's bedroom. In the middle of it stood the Countess's own white swing.
Odette sat on the white swing and looked out the Countess's window. Just then, she saw her mother, who had opened the window to enjoy the paradise atmosphere.
"Mother!"
Odette smiled at the Countess who was taken aback by her call. When she raised her hand and waved, the Countess's face became completely pale. It was as if the garden had been polluted because of Odette.
'I hope you feel better. I hope you have the worst morning ever.'
Odette smiled broadly and ecstatically.
The man who opened the door to the torture chamber and came out into the hallway neatly removed his blood-soaked leather gloves.
Then, without a single trace of the severe torture, only the appearance of a perfect nobleman remained.
The man's name was Sion Reinhard von Kleist. He was the watchdog of the current imperial family.
His silver hair and purple eyes were extremely beautiful, but his sinister smile when soaked in blood made him look like a demon.
“Master.”
Sion received a towel from the butler waiting in front of the door and elegantly dried himself with it.
Despite being just over 190 pesetas (cm) tall, his body proportions gave him the appearance of a sleek and agile silver leopard.
“Do you have anything to report, Alfredo?”
“No, it was Odette Lina von Albrecht who requested a meeting.”
At those words, his movements, which had seemed perfect, stopped.
“That woman?”
Sion bit the cigar with a bewildered expression. Just hearing the name made him feel uncomfortable.
“Lady Albrecht, why are you at the ball now?”
“Get away from me right now! You can’t talk to me directly without going through my brother! I’m not in a position to talk to Your Highness.”
“Victor- Are you running away now? Damn it. I’m sick of seeing how messed up your foundation is!”
Strange. It is God's providence that the Transcendent is attracted to the Purifier, but that woman was unbearably unpleasant.
A woman who has never purified even once, despite the earnest pleas of the Transcendents since she awakened as a Purifier.
Even the disgusting things he hears about her all the time.
“Reject it. Don’t you know that I hate that woman?”
Sion couldn't figure out why his butler had relayed this. An Imperial guard dog and an S-class transcendent. His butler knew that he wouldn't meet ordinary people in person, holding two jobs.
"That is..."
But Alfredo spoke cautiously.
“She asked me, ‘Who do you trust among the nine spies you planted in my family? Aren’t you curious about whose information was manipulated?’ She said.”
The cigar in Sion's mouth was chewed to the point of losing its shape due to her arrogant and haughty request for an exclusive interview.
“I think... we should meet.”
A hollow laugh burst out from Sion's lips. Alfredo, knowing that it was a laugh that only came out when he was angry, lowered his head even further.
It was all fabricated false information. The Count's dirty criminal business, her mother's extravagance, and her brother's drug and gambling history were all fabricated in her name.
These were fake pieces of evidence that supported Odette's evil deeds in the trial of her previous life.
She remembered the contents of each document because they explained them one by one on the spot and recited crimes she had not committed.
'How can the documents that frame me be so fancy?'
A birth certificate made up to look like the Count's youngest daughter. A forged bank account, diamond mine documents, made to look like Odette's... Records of drugs, human trafficking, and prostitution.
The self-drawn on this high-quality paper was so great. So noble that any evil deed would be forgiven.
'If I could live that kind of life even once, I wouldn't feel so wronged.'
Odette let out a hollow laugh. The material describing her was so shabby that it could all be hidden up her sleeve.
Odette, who had neatly tied up the organized documents with a string, glanced at Mrs. Becker. She was standing quietly beside her, fidgeting.
It seemed that she was afraid that the ledgers would disappear from the safe.
'Well, that woman probably doesn't know that the safe won't be opened for another month.'
Of course, she had no intention of telling Mrs. Becker about this. She only cares about her safety, so she will step in and prevent anyone else from opening this safe in the future.
“...Miss, this is theft.”
“Isn’t that trivial compared to stealing a husband from a wife?”
Mrs. Becker bit her lip as she received the compliment calmly.
“You'd better not tell anyone what just happened. Then my mouth will be shut.”
“...”
“I’m so glad we can share a secret. I’ve always wanted to be close to Mrs. Becker.”
At least in her past life.
Leaving the trembling woman behind, Odette suddenly left the study.
***
"Miss!"
Lize, carrying a trunk bag, was waiting for Odette in front of the mansion.
“I changed the honey water of the young master as you said. I also called a carriage.”
“Well done, Lize.”
Odette handed her a wad of paper.
“I have to convey this to Marquis Kleist.”
“Are he Margrave Kleist?”
Lize's expression became astonished as if she had heard a very gruesome story. The Margrave Kleist family has been known for their cruelty for generations, but the current Margrave Kleist, Sion, is even more so.
Because he was called a demon from hell.
Sion Reinhard von Kleist.
The head of the Imperial Intelligence Agency and an S-class Transcendent. The head of the Emperor's guard dog family, which has handled intelligence organizations for generations.
One of the four male leads in <Redemption>.
'He is also the man who will be my first business partner.'
The only problem was that he would never meet Odette kindly. All four male protagonists in this game are set to hate Odette.
Among them, Sion was already a person who very openly hated her.
Not only has Odette refused all urgent requests from the Transcendents for the past three years, but he must be receiving a daily list of fabricated crimes attributed to her by his acolytes.
But if she uses it in reverse, there is no other tactic as effective as that human being.
“Hand over the documents and tell the butler that I want to have a private meeting. Show him my ID and he will take care of it.”
“Excuse me, Miss. Why all of a sudden...”
Odette handed over her identification card to the surprised Lize. It was a silver identification card with a daisy flower design, indicating free entry into the palace.
It was given to her by the Emperor himself on the day she was recognized as the sole Purifier of the Empire. An identification card that only S-class Transcendents and Odette possess.
“Heeeek, Miss! Can you give me this precious thing?”
“If you are rejected, tell them this. Which of the nine spies planted in the Albrecht family do you trust? Are you curious about whose information was manipulated?”
“Huh? What?”
“This is an important matter, my life depends on it. Please.”
Lize, who had been confused, changed her gaze to one of determination at those words.
“Leave it to me, Miss.”
Odette smiled at Lize like that.
“When you finish your work, don’t return to the mansion until the founding ceremony is over. Instead, go back to your parents’ house and rest for a while.”
“Oh my, are you giving me a vacation? I’ll definitely finish it successfully, Miss!”
As the carriage left the gate, Odette lowered her head and looked at her shoes.
'I have found a truly precious person.'
It had protected her feet for a very long time in her previous life.
“A sinner is a spiritual being.”
The day Odette, whose tongue was cut out, was dragged away like livestock by the guards, she heard that someone gave a large bribe to the guards and gave them the money in a hurry.
'When I first got caught, I thought they were my father or mother.'
He said he felt sorry and regretted suddenly cutting off his daughter's tongue.
When Odette realized that it couldn't be true, she was too busy wandering around the slums to think about it. When she was struggling to escape from the transcendent being, worrying about shoes was a luxury.
However, while in the beggar's gang, Odette learned how expensive these shoes were for commoners.
“Why did you give this precious thing to me, Lize? To me who can’t even remember that it was you who gave it to me.”
As the carriage disappeared completely around the outer walls of the mansion, Odette quietly muttered.
In her previous life, Lize was murdered right after giving these shoes as a gift. Odette will never hear the real answer to her question.
Odette took a long sigh and slowly turned around.
A beautiful garden came into view.
Water gushes from the fountain in the center, and the leaves of the tulip trees lined up symmetrically, sparkle in the beautiful sunlight.
The sound of the fresh spring breeze brushing against the trees sounded like the sound of waves. Every bit of soil she stepped on was soft, and the air surrounding Odette was fragrant and affectionate.
It was only yesterday that she was dying alone in the dry sandstorm. It was a truly desolate gap.
But Odette shook her head. There was no time to wallow in the emotions of her past life, such as sorrow, regret, and loss.
Because it's almost time for her mother to wake up.
Odette was not allowed to walk around the mansion or go outside alone. The key to solving this restriction was in the dungeon.
'So I should be locked up in the dungeon. If possible, by my mother's hands.'
Odette walked elegantly, counting the possibilities.
“Do you think I look good to my mother?”
Albrecht's garden is said to be the best paradise in the capital. Countess Albrecht had a habit of looking down at this beautiful place as soon as she opened her eyes.
A garden of silverbells, which she had personally tended, was directly visible from the Countess's bedroom. In the middle of it stood the Countess's own white swing.
Odette sat on the white swing and looked out the Countess's window. Just then, she saw her mother, who had opened the window to enjoy the paradise atmosphere.
"Mother!"
Odette smiled at the Countess who was taken aback by her call. When she raised her hand and waved, the Countess's face became completely pale. It was as if the garden had been polluted because of Odette.
'I hope you feel better. I hope you have the worst morning ever.'
Odette smiled broadly and ecstatically.
***
The man who opened the door to the torture chamber and came out into the hallway neatly removed his blood-soaked leather gloves.
Then, without a single trace of the severe torture, only the appearance of a perfect nobleman remained.
The man's name was Sion Reinhard von Kleist. He was the watchdog of the current imperial family.
His silver hair and purple eyes were extremely beautiful, but his sinister smile when soaked in blood made him look like a demon.
“Master.”
Sion received a towel from the butler waiting in front of the door and elegantly dried himself with it.
Despite being just over 190 pesetas (cm) tall, his body proportions gave him the appearance of a sleek and agile silver leopard.
“Do you have anything to report, Alfredo?”
“No, it was Odette Lina von Albrecht who requested a meeting.”
At those words, his movements, which had seemed perfect, stopped.
“That woman?”
Sion bit the cigar with a bewildered expression. Just hearing the name made him feel uncomfortable.
“Lady Albrecht, why are you at the ball now?”
“Get away from me right now! You can’t talk to me directly without going through my brother! I’m not in a position to talk to Your Highness.”
“Victor- Are you running away now? Damn it. I’m sick of seeing how messed up your foundation is!”
Strange. It is God's providence that the Transcendent is attracted to the Purifier, but that woman was unbearably unpleasant.
A woman who has never purified even once, despite the earnest pleas of the Transcendents since she awakened as a Purifier.
Even the disgusting things he hears about her all the time.
“Reject it. Don’t you know that I hate that woman?”
Sion couldn't figure out why his butler had relayed this. An Imperial guard dog and an S-class transcendent. His butler knew that he wouldn't meet ordinary people in person, holding two jobs.
"That is..."
But Alfredo spoke cautiously.
“She asked me, ‘Who do you trust among the nine spies you planted in my family? Aren’t you curious about whose information was manipulated?’ She said.”
The cigar in Sion's mouth was chewed to the point of losing its shape due to her arrogant and haughty request for an exclusive interview.
“I think... we should meet.”
A hollow laugh burst out from Sion's lips. Alfredo, knowing that it was a laugh that only came out when he was angry, lowered his head even further.
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