Hostility in red eyes.
'Those two were never on bad terms in the <Reverse Harem Route> either?'
Even in the route where they share Charlotte, Sion, and Karl are indifferent to each other and respect each other's territory to some extent.
“You really have strange tastes. You like guys who have no money, no power, and can survive only by clinging to you?”
Do you have a disease in your beak?
“What’s so good about that kid? That beggar thing?”
"Your Grace."
“Tell me, yes?”
'Why on earth are you doing this? Didn't we agree when we made the deal? You said you'd get out of here as soon as possible after you sent Karl away!'
No matter how much she thought about it, there was only one reason why he was scratching her.
'I should have noticed that last time I cried, your disgust level went down. You disgusting pervert. I guess the memory of you tormenting me and making me cry was really thrilling?'
There was only one way to deal with perversion: to remain unresponsive.
There was no point in talking to Sion when her father was glaring at her with his eyes wide open.
Odette stared at Karl, completely ignoring Sion.
“I’m glad you’re mine, Karl.”
So that the voice that her father had practiced until death could be heard clearly even from far away.
But Sion kicked Karl's knee, deliberately tripping him.
“Ugh!”
Sion grabbed Karl's hair and lifted his head as he fell to his knees on the floor, and asked him while looking at Odette.
“It’s too shabby for the Countess’s taste... Even if he’s the son of a King of a fallen nation, he’s still a slave, right?”
A smile that is gentle but actually more threatening.
'Are you crazy? Why on earth are you doing that?'
Odette couldn't even guess what was behind that strange behavior. There was no way to deal with that crazy kid.
'Confirmed the disgust.'
She feels so sorry for wasting her precious necklace opportunity on a kid like that.
[ Dislike level: 40 ]
'Huh? What? It got shorter?'
It was unexpected. She thought that the disgust level would rise significantly because he was just scratching people for no reason...
At that moment, Sion noticed that she was staring into space and kicked Karl's shoulder, who was kneeling, so hard that it made a loud thud.
“It would be a problem if you forget your manners because you are so absorbed in slavery. Where are you looking when your superior is talking?”
Then he grabbed Odette's arm.
"Ouch!"
The moment Sion grabbed her arm, Odette screamed involuntarily at the dull pain she felt.
“Your Grace the Marquis-!”
When Odette made contact with the Transcendent Being, her surprised father tried to jump towards her to stop their conversation.
Sion hurls the whip straight at her father's face,
“Count, don’t you dare come near me. If you take even one step, I’ll blow your head off.”
He threatened in a harsh voice. Odette's life was precious to her father and Ferdinand, who remained frozen in place for the time being.
'You know my situation so well, yet you keep making things worse?'
She wonders if anyone is really a master of torture, there are so many different ways to torment people.
“What, I didn’t even hold it that hard... Are you hurt?”
Sion rolled up the sleeves of her dress as if he was surprised.
“...!”
Then Odette checked the dark bruises on her arms. The marks where he had grabbed her with his hands the last time he had brainwashed her into following him and crying.
“You, this...”
'Rather, bothers.'
Sion must have tormented her enough to be satisfied.
The last time he locked her in the torture room and talked about torture, the fact that his disgust level dropped by 20 after she cried can also be neatly explained if she thinks about it that way.
“Want to grab it again? You can squeeze it harder. I won’t scream like I did just now. I just made a mistake because I didn’t expect it.”
“What kind of dog did this do this?”
“What are you pretending not to know? You made the marks yourself last time.”
“...I did that?”
To her disgust, Sion looked like he really didn't know. Are you just sitting there acting for no reason?
“Just relax. I’ll hold on tight.”
“Are you crazy? Can’t you see the shape of your arm right now? It’s covered in bruises. If I squeeze it a little harder right now, a scar will appear.”
“It doesn’t matter. As long as Your Geace’s anger is relieved.”
"What?"
“You’re doing this in front of my father today. You’re just harassing me.”
“What is that...”
Sion's expression hardened in an instant. He must have been flustered because she hit the nail on the head.
“You must have guessed exactly how Father would question me if I made a fuss here. You must have known exactly what would happen to me in this house... But you’re saying this, aren’t you?”
Funnily enough, an 'Ah.' expression appeared on Sion's face. A really stupid expression as if he had never thought of it.
'There's no way that smart guy would do that.'
The acting was really great as if there was no real intention to harass him. If she didn't know the character Sion's setting inside out, she would have been fooled too.
“You can break my bones. Do whatever makes you feel better, Your Grace. I won’t scream.”
For a moment, an emotion that seemed like guilt crossed his expression, but given Sion's personality, it couldn't have been guilt.
[Disgust level is reduced by 10.]
[ Dislike level: 30 ]
'Look at that.'
Wouldn't the disgust level go down because I let you bully me and you feel satisfied?
“After you break it, just leave quickly. Just because of the conversation we’ve had so far, I’ll be locked in the dungeon and whipped to death by my father’s orders.”
"I am..."
“You can harass me however you want, but you must keep your bargain. Unless you want to kill me with the help of the Count.”
Her father, who had been watching her anxiously as she whispered, interrupted with good timing.
“Your Grace, what are you talking about with my daughter? No matter what, this is too much to do in my home! Please understand the feelings of a father who is anxious about talking to his unmarried daughter!”
Sion took a step forward and blocked Odette from the Count's gaze.
“I was just saying that the Count’s daughter is a truly disgusting woman.”
A strangely protective posture from Sion. Sion, who had his back turned, secretly handed her a piece of paper between his index and middle fingers. Odette snatched the paper away and hid it in her sleeve.
“I’m telling you, it’s so nauseating that I can’t stand it. The Count really did a terrible job raising his daughter.”
[Disgust level is reduced by 5.]
[ Dislike level: 25 ]
“That’s why I told her not to move. I need to tell your damn daughter what I have to say today. Isn’t there a limit to how much I can endure when I see the Count’s face?”
Sion spoke with a very cold and indifferent face. With the face of Margrave Kleist that no one would dare to doubt.
Odette thought he was going to break her arm, but Sion just exchanged a few more words with her father, cleaned up the situation, and left right away.
Fortunately, her father didn't seem to suspect much.
With a smile on his face, he grabbed Karl's neck chain and pulled it hard enough to make a loud noise as he headed toward the annex.
“You go back to your room now.”
Odette returned to her room, dragged by Ferdinand, and watched the Count going back and forth to the annex through the balcony window.
'It's okay, I've already prepared everything.'
She's already ordered Damien to change all the drugs in the basement of the annex.
So now all she has to do is wait for Paula to make her move.
'If Paula moves on time, then maybe I can move.'
Odette checked the second hand on her watch.
“10 seconds left.”
9, 8, 7, 6.
Paula, how useful are you?
3, 2, 1.
And exactly,
“Master, Master! We’re in trouble!”
A man's desperate screams were heard from outside the annex.
'Those two were never on bad terms in the <Reverse Harem Route> either?'
Even in the route where they share Charlotte, Sion, and Karl are indifferent to each other and respect each other's territory to some extent.
“You really have strange tastes. You like guys who have no money, no power, and can survive only by clinging to you?”
Do you have a disease in your beak?
“What’s so good about that kid? That beggar thing?”
"Your Grace."
“Tell me, yes?”
'Why on earth are you doing this? Didn't we agree when we made the deal? You said you'd get out of here as soon as possible after you sent Karl away!'
No matter how much she thought about it, there was only one reason why he was scratching her.
'I should have noticed that last time I cried, your disgust level went down. You disgusting pervert. I guess the memory of you tormenting me and making me cry was really thrilling?'
There was only one way to deal with perversion: to remain unresponsive.
There was no point in talking to Sion when her father was glaring at her with his eyes wide open.
Odette stared at Karl, completely ignoring Sion.
“I’m glad you’re mine, Karl.”
So that the voice that her father had practiced until death could be heard clearly even from far away.
But Sion kicked Karl's knee, deliberately tripping him.
“Ugh!”
Sion grabbed Karl's hair and lifted his head as he fell to his knees on the floor, and asked him while looking at Odette.
“It’s too shabby for the Countess’s taste... Even if he’s the son of a King of a fallen nation, he’s still a slave, right?”
A smile that is gentle but actually more threatening.
'Are you crazy? Why on earth are you doing that?'
Odette couldn't even guess what was behind that strange behavior. There was no way to deal with that crazy kid.
'Confirmed the disgust.'
She feels so sorry for wasting her precious necklace opportunity on a kid like that.
[ Dislike level: 40 ]
'Huh? What? It got shorter?'
It was unexpected. She thought that the disgust level would rise significantly because he was just scratching people for no reason...
At that moment, Sion noticed that she was staring into space and kicked Karl's shoulder, who was kneeling, so hard that it made a loud thud.
“It would be a problem if you forget your manners because you are so absorbed in slavery. Where are you looking when your superior is talking?”
Then he grabbed Odette's arm.
"Ouch!"
The moment Sion grabbed her arm, Odette screamed involuntarily at the dull pain she felt.
“Your Grace the Marquis-!”
When Odette made contact with the Transcendent Being, her surprised father tried to jump towards her to stop their conversation.
Sion hurls the whip straight at her father's face,
“Count, don’t you dare come near me. If you take even one step, I’ll blow your head off.”
He threatened in a harsh voice. Odette's life was precious to her father and Ferdinand, who remained frozen in place for the time being.
'You know my situation so well, yet you keep making things worse?'
She wonders if anyone is really a master of torture, there are so many different ways to torment people.
“What, I didn’t even hold it that hard... Are you hurt?”
Sion rolled up the sleeves of her dress as if he was surprised.
“...!”
Then Odette checked the dark bruises on her arms. The marks where he had grabbed her with his hands the last time he had brainwashed her into following him and crying.
“You, this...”
'Rather, bothers.'
Sion must have tormented her enough to be satisfied.
The last time he locked her in the torture room and talked about torture, the fact that his disgust level dropped by 20 after she cried can also be neatly explained if she thinks about it that way.
“Want to grab it again? You can squeeze it harder. I won’t scream like I did just now. I just made a mistake because I didn’t expect it.”
“What kind of dog did this do this?”
“What are you pretending not to know? You made the marks yourself last time.”
“...I did that?”
To her disgust, Sion looked like he really didn't know. Are you just sitting there acting for no reason?
“Just relax. I’ll hold on tight.”
“Are you crazy? Can’t you see the shape of your arm right now? It’s covered in bruises. If I squeeze it a little harder right now, a scar will appear.”
“It doesn’t matter. As long as Your Geace’s anger is relieved.”
"What?"
“You’re doing this in front of my father today. You’re just harassing me.”
“What is that...”
Sion's expression hardened in an instant. He must have been flustered because she hit the nail on the head.
“You must have guessed exactly how Father would question me if I made a fuss here. You must have known exactly what would happen to me in this house... But you’re saying this, aren’t you?”
Funnily enough, an 'Ah.' expression appeared on Sion's face. A really stupid expression as if he had never thought of it.
'There's no way that smart guy would do that.'
The acting was really great as if there was no real intention to harass him. If she didn't know the character Sion's setting inside out, she would have been fooled too.
“You can break my bones. Do whatever makes you feel better, Your Grace. I won’t scream.”
For a moment, an emotion that seemed like guilt crossed his expression, but given Sion's personality, it couldn't have been guilt.
[Disgust level is reduced by 10.]
[ Dislike level: 30 ]
'Look at that.'
Wouldn't the disgust level go down because I let you bully me and you feel satisfied?
“After you break it, just leave quickly. Just because of the conversation we’ve had so far, I’ll be locked in the dungeon and whipped to death by my father’s orders.”
"I am..."
“You can harass me however you want, but you must keep your bargain. Unless you want to kill me with the help of the Count.”
Her father, who had been watching her anxiously as she whispered, interrupted with good timing.
“Your Grace, what are you talking about with my daughter? No matter what, this is too much to do in my home! Please understand the feelings of a father who is anxious about talking to his unmarried daughter!”
Sion took a step forward and blocked Odette from the Count's gaze.
“I was just saying that the Count’s daughter is a truly disgusting woman.”
A strangely protective posture from Sion. Sion, who had his back turned, secretly handed her a piece of paper between his index and middle fingers. Odette snatched the paper away and hid it in her sleeve.
“I’m telling you, it’s so nauseating that I can’t stand it. The Count really did a terrible job raising his daughter.”
[Disgust level is reduced by 5.]
[ Dislike level: 25 ]
“That’s why I told her not to move. I need to tell your damn daughter what I have to say today. Isn’t there a limit to how much I can endure when I see the Count’s face?”
Sion spoke with a very cold and indifferent face. With the face of Margrave Kleist that no one would dare to doubt.
Odette thought he was going to break her arm, but Sion just exchanged a few more words with her father, cleaned up the situation, and left right away.
Fortunately, her father didn't seem to suspect much.
With a smile on his face, he grabbed Karl's neck chain and pulled it hard enough to make a loud noise as he headed toward the annex.
“You go back to your room now.”
Odette returned to her room, dragged by Ferdinand, and watched the Count going back and forth to the annex through the balcony window.
'It's okay, I've already prepared everything.'
She's already ordered Damien to change all the drugs in the basement of the annex.
So now all she has to do is wait for Paula to make her move.
'If Paula moves on time, then maybe I can move.'
Odette checked the second hand on her watch.
“10 seconds left.”
9, 8, 7, 6.
Paula, how useful are you?
3, 2, 1.
And exactly,
“Master, Master! We’re in trouble!”
A man's desperate screams were heard from outside the annex.
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