“If you don’t share an umbrella with me, the butterfly you took great care of will crumble into dust.”
"Your Grace."
Odette bit her lip. What the hell is this guy trying to do?
“You know I’m a transcendent being, right? Shall I show you how fine the particles can be?”
“The butterfly, let it go.”
“Oh, we could put on a show where all the butterflies under this umbrella voluntarily fall to the ground together. There’s no imperial law against using powers on animals.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Don’t worry. Even as they die on the floor, I will show you the mercy that will make you the happiest. It will be more than enough for a butterfly’s life.”
This kid, isn't he a total idiot?
“Umbrella, do you still not want to share it with me?”
He nodded as if to ask if she could resist. He had the sinister expression of a painted villain.
“I really want to share an umbrella with you, Your Grace. I’m dying to share one with you.”
Odette looked at Sion and spoke clearly.
“What a passionate courtship. As a gentleman, I can’t ignore a lady’s feelings.”
Sion said this and spread out his hands.
Perhaps because his hand was large, the butterfly had no new wounds. The butterfly that was released from his hand flew back under her umbrella, completely unaware of the danger it had just faced, where it almost turned into fine particles.
'Why does this guy get so sassy every time I meet him?'
It seemed like the disgust level had gone up while she wasn't looking. Odette opened the status window.
'This guy doesn't necessarily follow people around and harass them, but if it's like this, he must be at least 40-'
[ 'Sion's' disgust level: 15 ]
'What?'
Odette was momentarily dumbfounded by the disgust level being so much lower than expected.
'15?'
Disgust is 15 pages... In <Sion Route>, she can only see disgust when she chooses the best option.
That extreme misanthrope had a higher base level of disgust than the other male protagonists.
The disgust level has gone down, so why do you keep harassing me?
'I thought you were bullying me because you hated me so much... But that's not it?'
Do you really like me?
...She wants to turn the happiness circuit around, but it won’t happen.
Because Sion's setting was 'a warm-hearted dog only to the woman he likes.'
So then, why are you torturing me like this...
“If you’re going to put an umbrella up, could you please put it up straight?”
Odette spoke sharply and looked into Sion's purple eyes. Something flashed in Sion's eyes for a moment.
‘...I didn’t know Sion would do this.’
She sighed inwardly, having guessed. It was not the first time Odette had seen it from the male lead, but it was not the first time a man had looked at her with such eyes.
'There were a lot of them, especially when I was rolling around in a beggar's den.'
Eyes that explore her body. Eyes filled with base desires.
“I’d be happy to do that.”
He grabbed her waist with his other hand and fixed the umbrella so that if she left Sion even a little bit, she would have no choice but to take the umbrella off.
Desire. It's not unfamiliar. It's not the first time she's seen such men. That's what Ferdinand felt for her right now.
It's just surprising that Sion has this side to him. He was set up as the best eunuch among the male leads.
'You had a platonic relationship with Charlotte, right? Where did Daddy-Long-Legs go?'
You told Charlotte that only mental communication is the perfect form of love, right? Only noble emotions based on reason are true love, right? ... Low-level desires are felt only by animals and are no different from excretion, right?
'Will you give your noble love to Charlotte and take your excretions against me?'
If it's about favorability, there are more ways to use it. There really was no way to use that damned sexual desire. Sion himself considers sexual desire the most impure, so how could I use it?
At that moment, ZlSion, soaked in rain, opened his mouth.
“I have something to ask you, Albrecht.”
“Yes, go ahead, Your Grace.”
“...Do you know anything about your biological parents?”
Odette almost screamed in horror for a moment.
'What, how does he know that story?'
She did tell Viktor, but she couldn't have told him about her personality. Especially not to her worst enemy, Sion.
“No, not at all. I don’t even know who they are.”
Odette shook her head, barely able to keep a calm expression.
Of course, she knew who her biological parents were and how they died, from Ferdinand's nanny in her past life.
But there was no way for Sion to know, because Ferdinand's nanny, the only human who knew the secret, was dead.
'This is incredible. Just how far does that damn information network extend?'
Odette asked Sion calmly, even though she felt goosebumps inside.
“Have you, Your Grace, found out?”
“Roughly speaking.”
“I’m curious. I had no way of knowing.”
“Do you want to know?”
Odette shook her head. She already knew, so why bother?
“There’s a price to pay, right? Then I’m not curious.”
She made excuses and declined.
“...At least there’s no price to pay for this information.”
Sion's unusually gentle tone of speech, at that moment she caught a certain emotion in it.
'When it comes to revenge, Sion feels a kinship with me.'
Besides, what emotion is as easy to mistake for love as possessiveness? It was easy to mistake it for love with just a little bit of a trigger.
'Sion said that spiritual communication is the true form of love. So, can't I communicate with him out of revenge?'
A sense of camaraderie and a sense of comradeship for revenge. Couldn't that be something that could sublimate Sion's desire into favorability?
And if that leads to favorability, then Sion could be used sufficiently.
Because Sion, who has a favorable impression, is devoted.
“Then... please tell me, Your Grace.”
Odette opened her mouth in a cautious voice.
“Did you know that the Albert family was particularly prone to rebellions by its collateral branches? And that Ulrich’s grandfather took the title through rebellion.”
Odette nodded and pretended to concentrate.
'You scary kid. You really figured it all out?'
She thought about it in her head.
“Your paternal grandfather, Kutzeler, was originally a minor Count of Albrecht. Your great-grandfather was Count Albrecht. Both your great-grandfather and grandfather were beheaded in a rebellion led by Ulrich’s grandfather, who was a collateral branch.”
“...”
“They say that only your grandmother, the Countess, survived the rebellion and escaped. She was pregnant at the time.”
“...Your Grace, what are you talking about now?”
“Listen. That woman hid her identity and lived as a commoner. She gave birth to a son and later got married. The problem is that as soon as Ulrich succeeded to the countship, he remembered the story of the runaway Countess. He had his men search for her thoroughly, and eventually found your real father and mother and shot them dead.”
Even though it was something she already knew, her body trembled.
When Odette heard this story from Ferdinand's nanny, she reacted like this. She couldn't control her anger.
“However, that subordinate... failed to kill the newborn baby he found in that house. It seems he didn’t even report it to Ulrich. And as fate would have it, he secretly left the baby in some random orphanage.”
Odette asked with a trembling voice.
“That girl’s name is...?”
“Lina.”
'Odette', is the name given to the eldest daughter of Count Albrecht.
Her adoptive father pretended to give her the name Odette and the surname Albrecht, but in fact, both names were taken from her by the Count.
The moment she first heard this story, her knees gave out, just as they had in front of Ferdinand's nanny.
Sion, with his quick reflexes, held her firmly in his arms.
"I see..."
“Are you okay? Your face has turned pale.”
“I tried so hard to be loved by the enemy of my own father.”
What she needed now was not acting skills, but memory. Odette needed to vividly recall the sense of inferiority she felt the moment she first heard this in her past life.
“How... did you find out?”
“You don’t have to worry about whether it’s true or not. It’s a definite fact.”
The servant and Ferdinand's nanny were probably already dead. Odette thought back to this moment in her past life.
The vivid frustration she felt the first time she heard this story.
“My adoptive father is the murderer who killed my biological father...”
The sound of rain on the umbrella was loud. Odette leaned against Sion with a pale, tired face.
"Your Grace."
Odette bit her lip. What the hell is this guy trying to do?
“You know I’m a transcendent being, right? Shall I show you how fine the particles can be?”
“The butterfly, let it go.”
“Oh, we could put on a show where all the butterflies under this umbrella voluntarily fall to the ground together. There’s no imperial law against using powers on animals.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Don’t worry. Even as they die on the floor, I will show you the mercy that will make you the happiest. It will be more than enough for a butterfly’s life.”
This kid, isn't he a total idiot?
“Umbrella, do you still not want to share it with me?”
He nodded as if to ask if she could resist. He had the sinister expression of a painted villain.
“I really want to share an umbrella with you, Your Grace. I’m dying to share one with you.”
Odette looked at Sion and spoke clearly.
“What a passionate courtship. As a gentleman, I can’t ignore a lady’s feelings.”
Sion said this and spread out his hands.
Perhaps because his hand was large, the butterfly had no new wounds. The butterfly that was released from his hand flew back under her umbrella, completely unaware of the danger it had just faced, where it almost turned into fine particles.
'Why does this guy get so sassy every time I meet him?'
It seemed like the disgust level had gone up while she wasn't looking. Odette opened the status window.
'This guy doesn't necessarily follow people around and harass them, but if it's like this, he must be at least 40-'
[ 'Sion's' disgust level: 15 ]
'What?'
Odette was momentarily dumbfounded by the disgust level being so much lower than expected.
'15?'
Disgust is 15 pages... In <Sion Route>, she can only see disgust when she chooses the best option.
That extreme misanthrope had a higher base level of disgust than the other male protagonists.
The disgust level has gone down, so why do you keep harassing me?
'I thought you were bullying me because you hated me so much... But that's not it?'
Do you really like me?
...She wants to turn the happiness circuit around, but it won’t happen.
Because Sion's setting was 'a warm-hearted dog only to the woman he likes.'
So then, why are you torturing me like this...
“If you’re going to put an umbrella up, could you please put it up straight?”
Odette spoke sharply and looked into Sion's purple eyes. Something flashed in Sion's eyes for a moment.
‘...I didn’t know Sion would do this.’
She sighed inwardly, having guessed. It was not the first time Odette had seen it from the male lead, but it was not the first time a man had looked at her with such eyes.
'There were a lot of them, especially when I was rolling around in a beggar's den.'
Eyes that explore her body. Eyes filled with base desires.
“I’d be happy to do that.”
He grabbed her waist with his other hand and fixed the umbrella so that if she left Sion even a little bit, she would have no choice but to take the umbrella off.
***
Desire. It's not unfamiliar. It's not the first time she's seen such men. That's what Ferdinand felt for her right now.
It's just surprising that Sion has this side to him. He was set up as the best eunuch among the male leads.
'You had a platonic relationship with Charlotte, right? Where did Daddy-Long-Legs go?'
You told Charlotte that only mental communication is the perfect form of love, right? Only noble emotions based on reason are true love, right? ... Low-level desires are felt only by animals and are no different from excretion, right?
'Will you give your noble love to Charlotte and take your excretions against me?'
If it's about favorability, there are more ways to use it. There really was no way to use that damned sexual desire. Sion himself considers sexual desire the most impure, so how could I use it?
At that moment, ZlSion, soaked in rain, opened his mouth.
“I have something to ask you, Albrecht.”
“Yes, go ahead, Your Grace.”
“...Do you know anything about your biological parents?”
Odette almost screamed in horror for a moment.
'What, how does he know that story?'
She did tell Viktor, but she couldn't have told him about her personality. Especially not to her worst enemy, Sion.
“No, not at all. I don’t even know who they are.”
Odette shook her head, barely able to keep a calm expression.
Of course, she knew who her biological parents were and how they died, from Ferdinand's nanny in her past life.
But there was no way for Sion to know, because Ferdinand's nanny, the only human who knew the secret, was dead.
'This is incredible. Just how far does that damn information network extend?'
Odette asked Sion calmly, even though she felt goosebumps inside.
“Have you, Your Grace, found out?”
“Roughly speaking.”
“I’m curious. I had no way of knowing.”
“Do you want to know?”
Odette shook her head. She already knew, so why bother?
“There’s a price to pay, right? Then I’m not curious.”
She made excuses and declined.
“...At least there’s no price to pay for this information.”
Sion's unusually gentle tone of speech, at that moment she caught a certain emotion in it.
'When it comes to revenge, Sion feels a kinship with me.'
Besides, what emotion is as easy to mistake for love as possessiveness? It was easy to mistake it for love with just a little bit of a trigger.
'Sion said that spiritual communication is the true form of love. So, can't I communicate with him out of revenge?'
A sense of camaraderie and a sense of comradeship for revenge. Couldn't that be something that could sublimate Sion's desire into favorability?
And if that leads to favorability, then Sion could be used sufficiently.
Because Sion, who has a favorable impression, is devoted.
“Then... please tell me, Your Grace.”
Odette opened her mouth in a cautious voice.
“Did you know that the Albert family was particularly prone to rebellions by its collateral branches? And that Ulrich’s grandfather took the title through rebellion.”
Odette nodded and pretended to concentrate.
'You scary kid. You really figured it all out?'
She thought about it in her head.
“Your paternal grandfather, Kutzeler, was originally a minor Count of Albrecht. Your great-grandfather was Count Albrecht. Both your great-grandfather and grandfather were beheaded in a rebellion led by Ulrich’s grandfather, who was a collateral branch.”
“...”
“They say that only your grandmother, the Countess, survived the rebellion and escaped. She was pregnant at the time.”
“...Your Grace, what are you talking about now?”
“Listen. That woman hid her identity and lived as a commoner. She gave birth to a son and later got married. The problem is that as soon as Ulrich succeeded to the countship, he remembered the story of the runaway Countess. He had his men search for her thoroughly, and eventually found your real father and mother and shot them dead.”
Even though it was something she already knew, her body trembled.
When Odette heard this story from Ferdinand's nanny, she reacted like this. She couldn't control her anger.
“However, that subordinate... failed to kill the newborn baby he found in that house. It seems he didn’t even report it to Ulrich. And as fate would have it, he secretly left the baby in some random orphanage.”
Odette asked with a trembling voice.
“That girl’s name is...?”
“Lina.”
'Odette', is the name given to the eldest daughter of Count Albrecht.
Her adoptive father pretended to give her the name Odette and the surname Albrecht, but in fact, both names were taken from her by the Count.
The moment she first heard this story, her knees gave out, just as they had in front of Ferdinand's nanny.
Sion, with his quick reflexes, held her firmly in his arms.
"I see..."
“Are you okay? Your face has turned pale.”
“I tried so hard to be loved by the enemy of my own father.”
What she needed now was not acting skills, but memory. Odette needed to vividly recall the sense of inferiority she felt the moment she first heard this in her past life.
“How... did you find out?”
“You don’t have to worry about whether it’s true or not. It’s a definite fact.”
The servant and Ferdinand's nanny were probably already dead. Odette thought back to this moment in her past life.
The vivid frustration she felt the first time she heard this story.
“My adoptive father is the murderer who killed my biological father...”
The sound of rain on the umbrella was loud. Odette leaned against Sion with a pale, tired face.
She kept racking her brain, remembering the frustration.
What words should I choose to make Sion think he was communicating with me?
“Then... Your Grace is the only one who can truly understand and help me...”
“...!”
“Your Grace is the only one who can understand my suffering and my desire for revenge.”
Sion, who had been supporting her, froze for a moment. Then he spoke in a voice that seemed to have realized something.
"...Yes."
Sion, who had been supporting her arm, pulled her arm and wrapped it in his arms.
“...You’re right.”
Odette had to try not to show her surprise. She didn't expect this kind of reaction.
“That’s the right answer. I’m the only one who’s perfect for you, Odette.”
Sion's voice was even lower. It sounded like a wise man who had shaken off his long-standing worries and found the answer.
“What matters is not the identity of my feelings. It’s that you have the only right answer.”
"Your Grace."
“I am the only one who understands you. I am the only one who knows the pain of having a family member become an enemy, and the pain of losing a family member to a family member.”
[Disgust level is reduced by 5.]
A pink status window appeared. Sion's arms were tightly wrapped around her.
“Neither John nor Victor... can ever be your answer. Two people who do not know this kind of revenge.”
Odette couldn't understand all of his monologues, but she was certain that she had succeeded in at least making him mistake it for spiritual love.
Unlike before, he had his umbrella tilted towards her for quite some time. Odette couldn't imagine that the demon would be considerate like this unless he had a crush on her.
'If he has a crush on me, should I use Sion to solve the problem of Karl's intimidation?'
Odette was so busy thinking that she didn't notice that Sion's purple eyes were sparkling with a strange madness.
“Then... Your Grace is the only one who can truly understand and help me...”
“...!”
“Your Grace is the only one who can understand my suffering and my desire for revenge.”
Sion, who had been supporting her, froze for a moment. Then he spoke in a voice that seemed to have realized something.
"...Yes."
Sion, who had been supporting her arm, pulled her arm and wrapped it in his arms.
“...You’re right.”
Odette had to try not to show her surprise. She didn't expect this kind of reaction.
“That’s the right answer. I’m the only one who’s perfect for you, Odette.”
Sion's voice was even lower. It sounded like a wise man who had shaken off his long-standing worries and found the answer.
“What matters is not the identity of my feelings. It’s that you have the only right answer.”
"Your Grace."
“I am the only one who understands you. I am the only one who knows the pain of having a family member become an enemy, and the pain of losing a family member to a family member.”
[Disgust level is reduced by 5.]
A pink status window appeared. Sion's arms were tightly wrapped around her.
“Neither John nor Victor... can ever be your answer. Two people who do not know this kind of revenge.”
Odette couldn't understand all of his monologues, but she was certain that she had succeeded in at least making him mistake it for spiritual love.
Unlike before, he had his umbrella tilted towards her for quite some time. Odette couldn't imagine that the demon would be considerate like this unless he had a crush on her.
'If he has a crush on me, should I use Sion to solve the problem of Karl's intimidation?'
Odette was so busy thinking that she didn't notice that Sion's purple eyes were sparkling with a strange madness.
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