"Me! How busy! I am!"
Leon Harrington was furious. Two or three months ago, he had sold Judith to a lawyer who was looking for a young noblewoman.
But suddenly, the man ordered someone to drag Leon to a remote place and threatened him to spit out the money he had received.
The reason was that Judith was not as naive and docile as Leon had described her. Where would Leon have the money left?
Leon was released only after he knelt at Cliff's feet and begged to be allowed to educate his sister again.
"People really annoying, huh?"
So, as soon as Leon opened his eyes, he came to the Rhineland mansion.
"Stop, stop! What are you doing, coming here all of a sudden!"
He lost his temper when he saw Judith glaring at her brother whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
“This one hasn't been hitting lately, it's been so momentum!”
As soon as he entered the mansion, he started to cause trouble by throwing all the furniture he saw.
Judith, who could not stand to see the candle she had worked so hard to make ruined before it had a chance to harden, grabbed Leon by the waist.
"Whoa!"
But soon Judith was grabbed by Leon's hair.
"You've become spoiled since we lived apart. Since your husband passed away anyway, I thought I'd move in here and live with you."
”Who's up, put me down or not?”
Judith resisted fiercely even though her hair was grabbed. Leon was inwardly startled by Judith's claws and struggle.
Wasn't she originally like this?
Judith was the one who trembled even when he raised his hand. But why did she resist? Did she become a Countess and her liver swell?
Leon, thinking that he should show her the real spicy taste, threw Judith down and unbuckled his belt. He tried to do it with his bare hands out of consideration for his younger sister who was already married, but it didn't work.
“You're gonna make me use my tools, ugh...!”
Just as he was about to swing his belt like a whip, his vision changed and he found himself rolling on the floor. Leon looked at the man who had suddenly appeared and attacked him in a dazed state.
"What is this?"
The man muttered, but that was what Leon wanted to say.
A man. Judith Harrington, that vixen. You've brought another man into your house? But why is he so handsome?
Leon stood up awkwardly and looked at the man who was helping Judith up.
If there was a God of war, would that be his face? Leon was momentarily lost in his cold eyes, but when he saw his shoulders that couldn't be covered even by a loose shirt, he almost let out an exclamation. If only Judith's man hadn't pulled out his sword out of nowhere.
"Didn't I ask you what you were?"
"Oh, me..."
Leon pretended to answer, then jumped out the window.
***
"He's gone."
Erne walked around the mansion in case Leon was wandering around and Judith approached him again if she was left alone.
If the fallen Judith hadn't tried to reach for the broken glass in an attempt to save the candle, he would have run over and grabbed it.
"Next time we meet, beat him up so badly that he can't get up for a few days."
Judith was furious and squealed.
Judith, who was malnourished, could not stop Leon from kicking the candles and the pots that made the candles.
"Why me? I'm not the type of person to go around hitting people for no reason."
Judith's fists trembled as the mad dog, who should have been renamed the Empire's Yamche, shrugged his shoulders,
Ernesneered openly, staring at her fists that wouldn't even sting if she punched him.
"Honey, is this really so?"
"Honey, stop talking like that."
Erne frowned and rubbed his forearm as if he was creeped out. It seemed like he was allergic to the sound of honey. Judith was secretly pleased.
"How did you come up with that title so easily? Is this your second marriage?"
"It's my first time getting married. and I'm a bit flexible when it comes to titles."
"Even after killing someone, you still claim to have a flexible conscience."
It was just a casual remark, but Judith bit her lips and avoided eye contact as if speechless.
"Have you ever killed anyone?"
"No, that's not it."
"Then?"
"My conscience is also a bit flexible."
"..."
Are you offended by that? Do you have a conscience or not?
As Erne lost his will to fight and let out a sigh of relief, Judith tidied up the wick that had spilled on the flоог.
Erne offered Judith a glass of water.
"At least drink some water."
"What's going on, Sir?"
"Okay, thank you is enough."
She must be a bit weak-hearted. Without any suspicion, Judith accepted the cup of water he offered and drank it in one gulp.
"Thank you anyway, Sir Erne. I'll enjoy it."
The feeling of cold water going down her esophagus was particularly strange. Judith blinked a few times and started to tidy up her room. After about a minute, Judith's hand, which had been moving like a machine, kept getting twisted.
"Judith Harrington."
"Yes?"
What's wrong with my body? Judith, who had been kneeling, fell sideways as if she was falling down. Erne crouched down in front of Judith and lifted her chin. The black pupils that had been shining had become hazy.
It seemed as if the truth potion mixed in water was having an effect.
"What was it like when I came back to life?"
"It was so annoying. Oh my."
Judith was surprised by the answer that came out against her will and covered her mouth.
"Are you really annoyed?"
Erne grabbed Judith's wrist, which was covering her mouth, and pulled her down, asking again.
"What are you talking about? What if you survive? I already planned to live a life of luxury with the Count and his mansion! That damned shaman. If I catch him, I won't let him off easily. No, this isn't right."
Erne nodded in satisfaction as he watched Judith muttering in anger and then rolling her eyes in confusion.
The effect is certain. Henry, that guy wasn't scammed.
"What is a shaman? Are you talking about a spiritual medium?"
When Erne asked, Judith nodded as if possessed and muttered.
"I gave him 2 gold."
"I heard Henry gave it to you."
"He just gave me the money."
"..."
The medicine is working well, but It's working too well. Erne returned to the main topic before the conversation could go off on a tangent.
"What's your relationship with Cliff?"
"I met him for the first time on my wedding day. He was a lawyer. We had no relationship. Oh, that lawyer tried to take advantage of me."
You're saying that you tried to take away the earldom by lending me only 3.000 gold, not even all of 200 million gold? You're a bad guy, a very bad guy.
Judith babbled.
"The countship is mine."
"Why is it yours, it's mine."
"I'm so annoyed."
Anger flared in Judith's eyes. She must have hated him being alive. Well, he didn't know how many people liked him to be alive. Erne, even he doesn't seem happy to be back.
"What if I give you everything and leave?"
"Really? Really?"
The frowning face quickly brightened. Just imagining it made Erne want to die. He had no desire for titles, but seeing this face strangely made Erne feel his stomach turn.
"No, I was just saying."
"Be careful on your way home at night, really."
In an instant, Judith's voice made life difficult. Somehow, Erne's twisted balls loosened and he felt at ease.
"What can you do if I'm not careful?"
"There's nothing I can do, it's blackmail. No, what are you talking about, me?"
He looked at Judith, who was giggling and confused and then stood up, telling her to finish her work. The effect of the medicine would soon wear off, and Judith would be embarrassed by herself, but that was none of his concern.
Judith had nothing to do with his death. He's glad he confirmed that.
"Oh, are you okay from getting hit by that bastard earlier?"
Erne, who was about to leave, suddenly turned around and asked. He couldn't see it clearly, but it seemed like the man had grabbed Judith by the hair and dragged her around. Judith answered very honestly, stilI looking confused.
"I'm not the type of person to be scared by something like that."
I have been through all kinds of things, from aerial combat to Ice battles.
Judith mumbled something incomprehensible and then covered her mouth again.
"... Yeah. It looks very good."
Erne couldn't understand a single word of what was being said, but he knew one thing: Judith Harrington was out of her mind. That much was certain.
***
Meanwhile, Leon, who had escaped from the Rhineland mansion, went straight to Cliff and reported everything without fail.
"My younger sister got married. He was a scary guy who carried a knife. But he was handsome. He was tall and had blond hair..."
Leon, who had been searching for a moment to remember, clapped his hands and said.
"Oh, now that I look at him, he looks like Sir Erne! Well, I don't think you have to worry too much. How could a man like that have a long relationship with Judith?"
As Leon continued to make excuses, Cliff's eyebrows furrowed.
'Tsk, you're saying that your sister brought home a man who looks so good? And a guy who looks like Erne?'
Somehow, Judith couldn't understand the situation and was causing trouble, but she was so cheerful, that he guessed she trusted her lover.
The man was flashy and used a sword. Those kinds of people were obvious. He probably approached Judith because he knew she was a widow who inherited a Countess.
"Those kinds of people are actually easier to deal with."
This might make things easier. Try to persuade the man to sign the papers for Judith.
Even if he gave him a thousand gold or even five hundred gold, it was obvious he would say yes.
"Let me go and see his face secretly."
Cliff was curious because he was told that he resembled Erne. It would be good to check out what kind of person he was and do some background research.
Cliff headed to the Count of Rhineland to see the man.
Cliff, who had set out alone without a servant, intending only to take a quick look at the statue, loitered around the Rhineland mansion.
'No matter how much I look at this mansion, it's unlucky.'
The Rhineland family invited only their closest friends to the funeral. Cliff, the family's legal adviser, was also invited.
At the funeral of the late Count, Erne's father, Cliff barely managed to suppress his nausea.
'I've never seen a corpse like that before.'
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