Chaenggrang!
The fork fell limply from his hand.
Count Chaylor shook the butler's shoulders tightly with his sparkling eyes.
“What, what? Who is here? Who is coming?”
“Yes? His Highness the Crown Prince...”
“No! After that!”
The butler looked at him with pitiful eyes for a moment and then spoke in a trembling voice.
“Necromancer. The two of you came together-”
“Ahhhh!!!”
Surprise!
The fork fell limply from his hand.
Count Chaylor shook the butler's shoulders tightly with his sparkling eyes.
“What, what? Who is here? Who is coming?”
“Yes? His Highness the Crown Prince...”
“No! After that!”
The butler looked at him with pitiful eyes for a moment and then spoke in a trembling voice.
“Necromancer. The two of you came together-”
“Ahhhh!!!”
Surprise!
The butler flinched and stepped back.
Why on earth are you acting like that again today?
His Master, who had mood swings and acted strangely every day, was a person he couldn't understand no matter how many times he saw him.
“Do you hate necromancers that much?”
Don't you usually give more importance to the visit of a member of the royal family than to anyone else?
To anyone who saw it, Count Chaylor was acting frivolously at the fact that a necromancer had come, without any regard for the Crown Prince.
“Calm down, my lord! Even though she is a necromancer, she is a hero of the empire. She is not like the great criminals of history-”
“Who doesn’t know that! If you don’t know anything, keep quiet!”
No, why is that happening all of a sudden?
Count Chaylor screamed and tore at his head.
The users don't know.
No, no one knows except Count Chaylor.
Now, what kind of being did that necromancer, whom everyone calls a hero, have done to Count Chaylor? What an unfair contract she has made him enter into!
What is the identity of the one who has made Count Chaylor grow more and more haggard day by day!
'Of course, you don't know! I didn't know either!'
Who would have thought that woman was a necromancer!
He thought she was definitely a black magician.
He didn't know until recently when he heard the Emperor's speech and said, 'The necromancer is a young girl of seventeen and is under the protection of the Grand Duke of Illeston.'
It was then that he realized that the suspicious girl who had been threatening him was a necromancer known as a hero to the empire.
Count Chaylor still gets goosebumps when he thinks about meeting her. All those powerful forces were the power of a necromancer.
“Ugh..”
It is a pity that I cannot tell anyone about this fear, this horror!
But there was nothing I could do.
Until he visited Illeston Manor, Simone was still hidden and under the Grand Duke's protection, so no one knew that Count Chaylor had ever met Simone.
“No, seriously, why did she come here? This is driving me crazy!”
“Master, why are you doing this? The Crown Prince and the hero of the empire have come to see you! It is an honor!”
“Hey, seriously! You! Be quiet! You clueless bastard!”
At Count Chaylor's scolding, the butler sullenly opened the study door to let him out.
“Yes, I apologize for being tactless. Rather than that, let’s go greet the two of them quickly. No matter how much you hate it, there is etiquette, so the master must personally go out to greet them.”
“You’re still whining! Do you want to get cut?”
Count Chaylor took out his anger on his butler and headed towards the entrance of the mansion.
However, the Count's grim face began to straighten up and regain a peaceful smile as he got closer to the entrance.
As expected from someone well-known in social circles, Count Chaylor was incredibly good at controlling his facial expressions.
"Ha ha ha."
Let's just treat them roughly and send them away.
Count Chaylor raised the corners of his trembling lips and approached the two people standing at the entrance.
“Oh my! Who is this! I greet His Highness the Crown Prince! And Lady Simone! Hahaha! It is an honor to welcome the hero of the Empire to such a shabby place!”
“How have you been, Count Chaylor? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you that day.”
The eyebrows of Count Chaylor, who had closed his eyes, flickered faintly.
That day.
By that day, you mean the day when I had no choice but to enter into an unfair contract?
'Just thinking about it makes me angry... '
Count Chaylor suppressed his rising anger and looked at Simone.
“Simone! How have you been-”
“Simone?”
Shudder.
“...Yes?”
Simone looked at Count Chaylor with wide eyes.
“Simone, are you?”
“...”
“'Sir’Chaylor.”
A cold sweat began to form on Count Chaylor's forehead.
“Isn’t that the proper title between us, Sir Chaylor?”
Title?
The butler looked at Count Chaylor as if he didn't understand it. Count Chaylor suddenly lost control of his expression and looked flustered.
“Master?”
“...Okay, okay! I’ll take care of these precious guests, so you go and prepare some tea!”
“Yes? Oh, yes, I understand.”
The butler, still bewildered, headed into the mansion to prepare tea.
“...”
Count Chaylor looked at Simone with appealing eyes.
Many people were watching, so the look in his eyes seemed to ask, “Do I really have to address you correctly here?”
Simone smiled broadly and looked around.
“Let’s see. Is there a suitable mirror here-”
"What!!!!"
All the servants passing by were startled by the voice of Count Chaylor, which was close to a scream and glanced at them.
“B... b, b...”
"What?"
He looked like he would never move unless he was addressed correctly. The Count glanced at the Crown Prince.
Simone was standing at the entrance, insisting, but the Crown Prince just smiled and looked at her as if he was not uncomfortable.
Finally, reluctantly, Count Chaylor muttered in a crawling voice.
“B, boss...”
The ninth clause in the unfair contract with Simone.
[Simone is the employer, Count Chaylor is the employee, Count Chaylor calls Simone 'boss', and Simone calls Viscount Chaylor 'Sir Chaylor'.]
There are ten items, and he's having a hard time memorizing them.
Count Chaylor let them in, tears in his eyes.
“Hey, come in.”
“Then excuse me for a moment.”
“I apologize for the sudden visit, Count Chaylor. Lady Simone said she would stop by here, so I came with her to take her there.”
“Hahahaha! You two are still on good terms! Is there any good progress between you two-”
“Nonsense.”
"Sorry!"
Count Chaylor led the two into the reception room.
It was a very short distance from the entrance of the mansion to the reception room, but in that short time, the Count's face was covered in sweat.
As soon as he arrived at the reception room and sat down, the butler poured him the tea he had prepared and then tactfully led all the servants out of the room.
A space with only three people.
It was rare for Count Chaylor, known as the black swallow of the social world, to be so at a loss in front of someone.
“Ahem! But why did you come here all of a sudden? Even if you’re the boss, it’s a bit much to come here without saying anything...”
“Huh? What was item number 1 in the contract?”
Simone asked lightly, taking a sip of tea.
“Number 1... Item...”
That thug...
The first thing about unfair contracts is that they are unfair.
[Count Chaylor responds to Simone's call any time, day or night, dawn or dusk.]
Being told to respond whenever she called was the same as being told to welcome her whenever she came.
No matter how he thinks about it, it's really unfair.
Simone put down her teacup and sighed deeply as she looked at Count Chaylor.
“Originally, I was going to use Sir Chaylor as a socialite to gather information about the Occult Society.”
In preparation for the possible resurrection of Anasis, she had hired Viscount Chaylor as a temporary employee, who was active in the social circles where the most secret information was gathered.
“But the plan went awry. Anasis has already been resurrected, and I have destroyed the Occult Society.”
"That is..."
Count Chaylor's face turned very pale. Simone's eyes were very cold as if questioning him.
“I asked you to find out information about the Occult Society. Huh? There’s no news. Huh? If Sir Chaylor had done his job properly, wouldn’t IT have known in advance that the Occult Society was preparing something bad?”
"...Sorry."
In fact, since he was already on board, Count Chaylor decided to do it right and attended the social parties twice a week as stipulated in the contract.
But he couldn't report it because he didn't really receive any information.
Whatever the circumstances, he was indeed incompetent, so he won't make any excuses.
Simone slumped back against the back of her chair, looking at the self-reproachful look on the face of Count Chaylor.
“Well, I won’t blame you anymore since it seems like it was a deliberate and hidden plan from the Occult Society. But since things have come to this, I think we should change the details of the work.”
“You’re changing jobs?”
Simone nodded.
Count Chaylor's role is as an informant. From now on, he will have to bring information to defeat Anasis.
“What should I do?”
Count Chaylor's eyes became much more serious. Simone opened her mouth, satisfied with his gaze.
“Attend a social gathering and find someone among the nobility who is troubled by supernatural matters and bring him to me.”
“Supernatural?”
“Well, there’s a ghost in the mansion, or someone is cursing them, or there’s a person or object possessed in the house.”
Even though it was already destroyed, there's no way the Occult Society would have kept the cursed jewel only in the residence of Viscount Delang.
Surely there are other nobles with ties to the Occult Society who suffer from supernatural phenomena.
Unfair contracts, the third and fourth items.
[You must get the information Simone wants by any means necessary.]
[Even if you don't have the energy, you must attend social parties at least twice a week and introduce Simone to the people she needs.]
When Count Chaylor brings these people, Simone takes on the task, solves them, and absorbs their souls.
If the curse was a remnant of the Occult Society, then the soul would have acquired quite a strong power.
If she can control it, it will be of great help in defeating Anasis later on.
“You can do this much, right?”
“If it’s to that extent...”
Count Chaylor hesitated for a moment as if considering something, before answering.
“I think I can introduce someone to you right now.”
Simone's eyes widened.
“Right now?”
"Yes."
Count Chaylor recalled that day. The social gathering he had attended as usual. It wasn't a serious party, but rather a gathering where people could just chat, so he just went around saying hello and goodbye.
'And then we met.'
A beautiful woman who for some reason did not enjoy gatherings at all. Her complexion was so bad that Count Chaylor spoke to her without realizing it.
“I met Young Lady recently at a social gathering. She said that a friend she thought was dead came to her house every night... I think that’s what happened.”
Why on earth are you acting like that again today?
His Master, who had mood swings and acted strangely every day, was a person he couldn't understand no matter how many times he saw him.
“Do you hate necromancers that much?”
Don't you usually give more importance to the visit of a member of the royal family than to anyone else?
To anyone who saw it, Count Chaylor was acting frivolously at the fact that a necromancer had come, without any regard for the Crown Prince.
“Calm down, my lord! Even though she is a necromancer, she is a hero of the empire. She is not like the great criminals of history-”
“Who doesn’t know that! If you don’t know anything, keep quiet!”
No, why is that happening all of a sudden?
Count Chaylor screamed and tore at his head.
The users don't know.
No, no one knows except Count Chaylor.
Now, what kind of being did that necromancer, whom everyone calls a hero, have done to Count Chaylor? What an unfair contract she has made him enter into!
What is the identity of the one who has made Count Chaylor grow more and more haggard day by day!
'Of course, you don't know! I didn't know either!'
Who would have thought that woman was a necromancer!
He thought she was definitely a black magician.
He didn't know until recently when he heard the Emperor's speech and said, 'The necromancer is a young girl of seventeen and is under the protection of the Grand Duke of Illeston.'
It was then that he realized that the suspicious girl who had been threatening him was a necromancer known as a hero to the empire.
Count Chaylor still gets goosebumps when he thinks about meeting her. All those powerful forces were the power of a necromancer.
“Ugh..”
It is a pity that I cannot tell anyone about this fear, this horror!
But there was nothing I could do.
Until he visited Illeston Manor, Simone was still hidden and under the Grand Duke's protection, so no one knew that Count Chaylor had ever met Simone.
“No, seriously, why did she come here? This is driving me crazy!”
“Master, why are you doing this? The Crown Prince and the hero of the empire have come to see you! It is an honor!”
“Hey, seriously! You! Be quiet! You clueless bastard!”
At Count Chaylor's scolding, the butler sullenly opened the study door to let him out.
“Yes, I apologize for being tactless. Rather than that, let’s go greet the two of them quickly. No matter how much you hate it, there is etiquette, so the master must personally go out to greet them.”
“You’re still whining! Do you want to get cut?”
Count Chaylor took out his anger on his butler and headed towards the entrance of the mansion.
However, the Count's grim face began to straighten up and regain a peaceful smile as he got closer to the entrance.
As expected from someone well-known in social circles, Count Chaylor was incredibly good at controlling his facial expressions.
"Ha ha ha."
Let's just treat them roughly and send them away.
Count Chaylor raised the corners of his trembling lips and approached the two people standing at the entrance.
“Oh my! Who is this! I greet His Highness the Crown Prince! And Lady Simone! Hahaha! It is an honor to welcome the hero of the Empire to such a shabby place!”
“How have you been, Count Chaylor? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you that day.”
The eyebrows of Count Chaylor, who had closed his eyes, flickered faintly.
That day.
By that day, you mean the day when I had no choice but to enter into an unfair contract?
'Just thinking about it makes me angry... '
Count Chaylor suppressed his rising anger and looked at Simone.
“Simone! How have you been-”
“Simone?”
Shudder.
“...Yes?”
Simone looked at Count Chaylor with wide eyes.
“Simone, are you?”
“...”
“'Sir’Chaylor.”
A cold sweat began to form on Count Chaylor's forehead.
“Isn’t that the proper title between us, Sir Chaylor?”
Title?
The butler looked at Count Chaylor as if he didn't understand it. Count Chaylor suddenly lost control of his expression and looked flustered.
“Master?”
“...Okay, okay! I’ll take care of these precious guests, so you go and prepare some tea!”
“Yes? Oh, yes, I understand.”
The butler, still bewildered, headed into the mansion to prepare tea.
“...”
Count Chaylor looked at Simone with appealing eyes.
Many people were watching, so the look in his eyes seemed to ask, “Do I really have to address you correctly here?”
Simone smiled broadly and looked around.
“Let’s see. Is there a suitable mirror here-”
"What!!!!"
All the servants passing by were startled by the voice of Count Chaylor, which was close to a scream and glanced at them.
“B... b, b...”
"What?"
He looked like he would never move unless he was addressed correctly. The Count glanced at the Crown Prince.
Simone was standing at the entrance, insisting, but the Crown Prince just smiled and looked at her as if he was not uncomfortable.
Finally, reluctantly, Count Chaylor muttered in a crawling voice.
“B, boss...”
The ninth clause in the unfair contract with Simone.
[Simone is the employer, Count Chaylor is the employee, Count Chaylor calls Simone 'boss', and Simone calls Viscount Chaylor 'Sir Chaylor'.]
There are ten items, and he's having a hard time memorizing them.
Count Chaylor let them in, tears in his eyes.
“Hey, come in.”
“Then excuse me for a moment.”
“I apologize for the sudden visit, Count Chaylor. Lady Simone said she would stop by here, so I came with her to take her there.”
“Hahahaha! You two are still on good terms! Is there any good progress between you two-”
“Nonsense.”
"Sorry!"
Count Chaylor led the two into the reception room.
It was a very short distance from the entrance of the mansion to the reception room, but in that short time, the Count's face was covered in sweat.
As soon as he arrived at the reception room and sat down, the butler poured him the tea he had prepared and then tactfully led all the servants out of the room.
A space with only three people.
It was rare for Count Chaylor, known as the black swallow of the social world, to be so at a loss in front of someone.
“Ahem! But why did you come here all of a sudden? Even if you’re the boss, it’s a bit much to come here without saying anything...”
“Huh? What was item number 1 in the contract?”
Simone asked lightly, taking a sip of tea.
“Number 1... Item...”
That thug...
The first thing about unfair contracts is that they are unfair.
[Count Chaylor responds to Simone's call any time, day or night, dawn or dusk.]
Being told to respond whenever she called was the same as being told to welcome her whenever she came.
No matter how he thinks about it, it's really unfair.
Simone put down her teacup and sighed deeply as she looked at Count Chaylor.
“Originally, I was going to use Sir Chaylor as a socialite to gather information about the Occult Society.”
In preparation for the possible resurrection of Anasis, she had hired Viscount Chaylor as a temporary employee, who was active in the social circles where the most secret information was gathered.
“But the plan went awry. Anasis has already been resurrected, and I have destroyed the Occult Society.”
"That is..."
Count Chaylor's face turned very pale. Simone's eyes were very cold as if questioning him.
“I asked you to find out information about the Occult Society. Huh? There’s no news. Huh? If Sir Chaylor had done his job properly, wouldn’t IT have known in advance that the Occult Society was preparing something bad?”
"...Sorry."
In fact, since he was already on board, Count Chaylor decided to do it right and attended the social parties twice a week as stipulated in the contract.
But he couldn't report it because he didn't really receive any information.
Whatever the circumstances, he was indeed incompetent, so he won't make any excuses.
Simone slumped back against the back of her chair, looking at the self-reproachful look on the face of Count Chaylor.
“Well, I won’t blame you anymore since it seems like it was a deliberate and hidden plan from the Occult Society. But since things have come to this, I think we should change the details of the work.”
“You’re changing jobs?”
Simone nodded.
Count Chaylor's role is as an informant. From now on, he will have to bring information to defeat Anasis.
“What should I do?”
Count Chaylor's eyes became much more serious. Simone opened her mouth, satisfied with his gaze.
“Attend a social gathering and find someone among the nobility who is troubled by supernatural matters and bring him to me.”
“Supernatural?”
“Well, there’s a ghost in the mansion, or someone is cursing them, or there’s a person or object possessed in the house.”
Even though it was already destroyed, there's no way the Occult Society would have kept the cursed jewel only in the residence of Viscount Delang.
Surely there are other nobles with ties to the Occult Society who suffer from supernatural phenomena.
Unfair contracts, the third and fourth items.
[You must get the information Simone wants by any means necessary.]
[Even if you don't have the energy, you must attend social parties at least twice a week and introduce Simone to the people she needs.]
When Count Chaylor brings these people, Simone takes on the task, solves them, and absorbs their souls.
If the curse was a remnant of the Occult Society, then the soul would have acquired quite a strong power.
If she can control it, it will be of great help in defeating Anasis later on.
“You can do this much, right?”
“If it’s to that extent...”
Count Chaylor hesitated for a moment as if considering something, before answering.
“I think I can introduce someone to you right now.”
Simone's eyes widened.
“Right now?”
"Yes."
Count Chaylor recalled that day. The social gathering he had attended as usual. It wasn't a serious party, but rather a gathering where people could just chat, so he just went around saying hello and goodbye.
'And then we met.'
A beautiful woman who for some reason did not enjoy gatherings at all. Her complexion was so bad that Count Chaylor spoke to her without realizing it.
“I met Young Lady recently at a social gathering. She said that a friend she thought was dead came to her house every night... I think that’s what happened.”
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