It was because it had been featured in the newspaper before. It was the severed hands of a boy who had promised his master not to steal, but secretly committed theft.
They are notorious for being hard to come by, with prices skyrocketing and only two pairs on the entire continent...
They are notorious for being hard to come by, with prices skyrocketing and only two pairs on the entire continent...
Oh my? Odette has a top-quality necklace and garnet earrings that I need to get rid of immediately.
Thanks to that, Odette was able to easily obtain the magic tools. Of course, she had to sell Goetz until he died.
“Yes. Take it.”
Odette gave her a pair of thin thread bracelets.
Mrs. Becker, who had received the bracelet but could not even put it on, had an almost tearful expression.
“Reiterate the promise you made earlier.”
“Oh, Miss.”
If Mrs Becker puts on this bracelet and makes a promise, if she breaks that promise, both of her wrists will be cut off cleanly. There will be no danger to her life, but it will cause great problems in trying to seduce the Count.
“If you don’t recite it, I’ll go down this road and find my mother with the photo, necklace, and earrings.”
Mrs. Becker trembled.
“You just promised so willingly. If you really intend to keep your promise, why would this be so painful?”
“Miss...”
Odette didn't back down. Mrs. Becker looked utterly terrified as if she was more afraid of her than of this dungeon.
'If there is no evidence, Mrs. Becker will go free like this.'
Besides, she assured Mrs. Becker that her mother would not be able to get hold of the evidence. Mrs. Becker would put on a great performance.
All of this will be blamed on her mother.
'Besides, Ferdinand, the Count is not on my mother's side right now. Mrs. Becker will soon have a more splendid reinstatement than before.'
If that happens, this type of sneaking around the mansion will end.
Mrs. Becker, who will take the place of her mother who has lost all trust due to this incident, Odette will be the one holding her leash.
First of all, she should cut off all of her mother's limbs and fill the empty space with her people.
As Odette came up from the dungeon, she saw a pergola made of marble.
Rose vines in light pink and light blue climbed up the pure white birdcage-shaped pergola bridge.
When she looked at that pink rose, she thought of Charlotte, whom she had met in her dream yesterday while she was under the mental debuff.
'No. Rather than calling it a dream, it should be called a re-experience of a past life.'
Maybe that's why it really felt like she met that kid yesterday.
The moment when Odette, who was sitting in prison with her tongue cut out, and Charlotte, who was being escorted by Sion and the Crown Prince, faced each other.
Pink hair. Light blue eyes.
A female protagonist made up of only harmless yet sweet colors like cotton candy.
Charlotte said that instead of an artificial rose scent, it has a real fragrant rose scent.
Odette walked towards the pergola as if she were entranced by the roses and sat down on the chair placed in the middle of it.
Then, Odette ran her fingertips over the petals of a light pink rose that was just like Charlotte's hair color.
“What can I do to be hated less?”
She couldn't help but chuckle as she recalled the contemptuous stares she'd received in her dream.
That was when.
Boom! Someone grabbed her wrist from behind with a loud noise.
“Oh, that’s a surprise!”
“Honey, are you okay? I heard the Count’s house is on fire.”
Odette turned her head.
Huh, huh. A red-haired man breathing heavily appeared before her eyes.
“Colonel... Victor?”
“You, huh, you said there was a fire. How come you’re okay?”
Victor is light-hearted in everything.
It was a habit that he developed while rolling around at the bottom of the world where he never knew when he'd fall behind. A serious attitude only makes an already shitty life even more shitty.
His world was one where people died every day from poverty, murder, and betrayal, so he had to be serious about everything to stay sane.
“I heard there was a fire at the Albrecht mansion the other day. I heard a lot of people died. I hope that the villainess gets seriously injured while I’m at it. I don’t want her to die, but I want her to get injured enough to extract a lot of purification. Right?”
So, it was quite strange that he came running with his eyes rolled back at those words.
Even though he hated Odette so much, he came running all the way here, following the scent of roses.
The woman whose wrist he had grabbed was looking at him normally with eyes that seemed to ask what was going on.
“Oh, it seems the news that there was a fire in the laboratory and not the mansion was relayed incorrectly.”
She suppressed her surprised expression and offered a kind smile, but just before that, Victor saw the emotion contained in the woman's turquoise eyes.
Trouble, discomfort, annoyance. The moment he felt that Viktor felt like a crippled person covered in sweat.
'Why did I run so stupidly?'
And to save a woman who smells so disgusting.
'Who the hell spread such a rumor?'
The Count's house burned down. You damn bastards. When I go back, I'm going to have to make you suffer the consequences of death.
Victor grumbled in a gentle voice, his voice irritated.
“Thank goodness, honey. I thought I’d missed the highlight. I only get to see you die once.”
'Yeah. What does it really matter if this woman burns to death in the fire?'
Now that he's said that, he thinks it makes sense why he ran so hard.
He came because he really wanted to see the famous scene. Victor, who had finished deceiving himself, began to truly believe what she had said.
Even the fact that he ran like a dog outside the capital and the sore muscles he felt for the first time after becoming a transcendent being was all because he didn't want to miss the spectacle of her death.
Even though his words were enough to grate on her, Odette answered plainly.
“Please wait a moment. I’ll bring you some water since you’ve been sweating a lot.”
As Odette spoke, she headed towards the water pump next to the annex.
'A transcendent being with the power of fire ate heat. If that bastard Sion found out, he'd laugh at me like a dog.'
And this too, in the middle of the night. He was roughly unbuttoning his shirt like a thug when something suddenly bothered him.
'Why is she going herself?'
What nobleman would go fetch water for a commoner? Before that, why is that woman wandering around the mansion's annex alone without even a single maid?
Victor was once kidnapped by a noblewoman and became her plaything. As such, he knew the habits of nobles very well.
A corset the size of a palm that has been all the rage for the past few decades. Because of that, both noblewomen and young ladies alike fainted, and if you were unlucky, you might even die on the street because of that outfit.
So, there must be a practitioner by her side.
'You are the only Purifier in the Empire, and you travel alone without even a single maid?'
Victor figured that would be the case since they met in the mud last time. It's only natural for a woman who goes to the slums to do bad things to drop her bottom. But why today?
High-ranking nobles are usually unaware of the fact that water comes from a pump. To them, water comes out at the snap of a finger from a maid.
'No matter how much I think about it, something seems strange.'
Suddenly, he remembered the puzzled look on her face when he first met Odette.
“Here, water.”
At that moment, a woman appeared, breaking Victor's reverie, carrying a transparent water bottle and a glass.
“Still, I’m grateful that you came to save me.”
Odette said that and smiled.
As soon as he started to feel a sense of doubt, the danger at the end of that laughter weighed on his mind.
That smile feels almost like a survival strategy.
Thanks to that, Odette was able to easily obtain the magic tools. Of course, she had to sell Goetz until he died.
“Yes. Take it.”
Odette gave her a pair of thin thread bracelets.
Mrs. Becker, who had received the bracelet but could not even put it on, had an almost tearful expression.
“Reiterate the promise you made earlier.”
“Oh, Miss.”
If Mrs Becker puts on this bracelet and makes a promise, if she breaks that promise, both of her wrists will be cut off cleanly. There will be no danger to her life, but it will cause great problems in trying to seduce the Count.
“If you don’t recite it, I’ll go down this road and find my mother with the photo, necklace, and earrings.”
Mrs. Becker trembled.
“You just promised so willingly. If you really intend to keep your promise, why would this be so painful?”
“Miss...”
Odette didn't back down. Mrs. Becker looked utterly terrified as if she was more afraid of her than of this dungeon.
***
'If there is no evidence, Mrs. Becker will go free like this.'
Besides, she assured Mrs. Becker that her mother would not be able to get hold of the evidence. Mrs. Becker would put on a great performance.
All of this will be blamed on her mother.
'Besides, Ferdinand, the Count is not on my mother's side right now. Mrs. Becker will soon have a more splendid reinstatement than before.'
If that happens, this type of sneaking around the mansion will end.
Mrs. Becker, who will take the place of her mother who has lost all trust due to this incident, Odette will be the one holding her leash.
First of all, she should cut off all of her mother's limbs and fill the empty space with her people.
As Odette came up from the dungeon, she saw a pergola made of marble.
Rose vines in light pink and light blue climbed up the pure white birdcage-shaped pergola bridge.
When she looked at that pink rose, she thought of Charlotte, whom she had met in her dream yesterday while she was under the mental debuff.
'No. Rather than calling it a dream, it should be called a re-experience of a past life.'
Maybe that's why it really felt like she met that kid yesterday.
The moment when Odette, who was sitting in prison with her tongue cut out, and Charlotte, who was being escorted by Sion and the Crown Prince, faced each other.
Pink hair. Light blue eyes.
A female protagonist made up of only harmless yet sweet colors like cotton candy.
Charlotte said that instead of an artificial rose scent, it has a real fragrant rose scent.
Odette walked towards the pergola as if she were entranced by the roses and sat down on the chair placed in the middle of it.
Then, Odette ran her fingertips over the petals of a light pink rose that was just like Charlotte's hair color.
“What can I do to be hated less?”
She couldn't help but chuckle as she recalled the contemptuous stares she'd received in her dream.
That was when.
Boom! Someone grabbed her wrist from behind with a loud noise.
“Oh, that’s a surprise!”
“Honey, are you okay? I heard the Count’s house is on fire.”
Odette turned her head.
Huh, huh. A red-haired man breathing heavily appeared before her eyes.
“Colonel... Victor?”
“You, huh, you said there was a fire. How come you’re okay?”
***
Victor is light-hearted in everything.
It was a habit that he developed while rolling around at the bottom of the world where he never knew when he'd fall behind. A serious attitude only makes an already shitty life even more shitty.
His world was one where people died every day from poverty, murder, and betrayal, so he had to be serious about everything to stay sane.
“I heard there was a fire at the Albrecht mansion the other day. I heard a lot of people died. I hope that the villainess gets seriously injured while I’m at it. I don’t want her to die, but I want her to get injured enough to extract a lot of purification. Right?”
So, it was quite strange that he came running with his eyes rolled back at those words.
Even though he hated Odette so much, he came running all the way here, following the scent of roses.
The woman whose wrist he had grabbed was looking at him normally with eyes that seemed to ask what was going on.
“Oh, it seems the news that there was a fire in the laboratory and not the mansion was relayed incorrectly.”
She suppressed her surprised expression and offered a kind smile, but just before that, Victor saw the emotion contained in the woman's turquoise eyes.
Trouble, discomfort, annoyance. The moment he felt that Viktor felt like a crippled person covered in sweat.
'Why did I run so stupidly?'
And to save a woman who smells so disgusting.
'Who the hell spread such a rumor?'
The Count's house burned down. You damn bastards. When I go back, I'm going to have to make you suffer the consequences of death.
Victor grumbled in a gentle voice, his voice irritated.
“Thank goodness, honey. I thought I’d missed the highlight. I only get to see you die once.”
'Yeah. What does it really matter if this woman burns to death in the fire?'
Now that he's said that, he thinks it makes sense why he ran so hard.
He came because he really wanted to see the famous scene. Victor, who had finished deceiving himself, began to truly believe what she had said.
Even the fact that he ran like a dog outside the capital and the sore muscles he felt for the first time after becoming a transcendent being was all because he didn't want to miss the spectacle of her death.
Even though his words were enough to grate on her, Odette answered plainly.
“Please wait a moment. I’ll bring you some water since you’ve been sweating a lot.”
As Odette spoke, she headed towards the water pump next to the annex.
'A transcendent being with the power of fire ate heat. If that bastard Sion found out, he'd laugh at me like a dog.'
And this too, in the middle of the night. He was roughly unbuttoning his shirt like a thug when something suddenly bothered him.
'Why is she going herself?'
What nobleman would go fetch water for a commoner? Before that, why is that woman wandering around the mansion's annex alone without even a single maid?
Victor was once kidnapped by a noblewoman and became her plaything. As such, he knew the habits of nobles very well.
A corset the size of a palm that has been all the rage for the past few decades. Because of that, both noblewomen and young ladies alike fainted, and if you were unlucky, you might even die on the street because of that outfit.
So, there must be a practitioner by her side.
'You are the only Purifier in the Empire, and you travel alone without even a single maid?'
Victor figured that would be the case since they met in the mud last time. It's only natural for a woman who goes to the slums to do bad things to drop her bottom. But why today?
High-ranking nobles are usually unaware of the fact that water comes from a pump. To them, water comes out at the snap of a finger from a maid.
'No matter how much I think about it, something seems strange.'
Suddenly, he remembered the puzzled look on her face when he first met Odette.
“Here, water.”
At that moment, a woman appeared, breaking Victor's reverie, carrying a transparent water bottle and a glass.
“Still, I’m grateful that you came to save me.”
Odette said that and smiled.
As soon as he started to feel a sense of doubt, the danger at the end of that laughter weighed on his mind.
That smile feels almost like a survival strategy.
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