Before the rain stopped, Sion called his carriage to let the pale Odette rest.
'It must have been a shock.'
The woman, who had been silent for a long time, opened her mouth in a tired voice.
“Your Grace, have you reported to His Majesty the Emperor about my biological parents?”
“No. Only you and I know.”
“Do you have any plans to report?”
"Not at all."
Sion was anxious that his feelings might be something uselessly grandiose like 'love'.
He and Odette were 'unclean' people, entangled in a long history of hatred. It was impossible to have the dirtiest and cleanest feelings toward one person at the same time. Sion had a very strict personality.
So he thought it was desire. Because unclean feelings have to go with unclean feelings.
But just now, Odette found his feelings in concluding that he was the right answer.
It didn't matter if it was love or desire. If it was Odette, it was okay for him to be dirty. It was okay for him to be confused. It seemed like it wouldn't be disgusting to put the cleanest and the dirtiest together.
“...Do I need to report this to His Majesty the Emperor?”
“It’s better to hide information from Gregory as much as possible. He thinks it’s a matter of honor that three S-class Transcendents appeared during his tenure.”
“Are you crazy...? The Emperor is your friend?”
Odette looked around in confusion.
“What if you just call the Emperor by his name? And if anyone hears you calling him by his name, you’ll be beheaded for insulting the imperial family!”
“We’re not in a carriage, who on earth could possibly be listening?”
“You are the Emperor’s guard dog. How dare you act so impertinently toward His Majesty the Emperor-”
“Isn’t it more outrageous to call me a guard dog? And to the person’s face. At least I speak politely to Gregory.”
“Ah... Sorry. I didn’t realize it.”
She now seemed to have less trouble with Sion than Odette had when they first met or when they fought over the handkerchief.
Even though Sion absolutely hated it when other humans pronounced the word guard dog, he felt okay because he thought it was proof that the woman was comfortable with him.
Maybe that was why he heard his own unfamiliar, snickering laughter.
Yeah. What about messy love? I think it's okay to have love and hate, love and desire together.
It was funny that he had been afraid of that lump of unknown, sticky emotion destroying him in the first place. Love is superior to desire, and reason is superior to love. In the end, no emotion can harm him.
Among all the Margraves of Kleist who were considered rational, he was the most outstanding.
“There’s no good in reporting this kind of information. Gregory has low intelligence and character, but he’s good at politics. When he discovers someone else’s weakness, he just thinks about useless things.”
He smiled and put a cigar in his mouth as if it were a habit, then took it out again.
He remembered a report that a woman had weak lungs and was vomiting blood.
“Do you know what the last thing Gregory ordered his guard dog to do? It was to kill one of Corporal Marco’s victims that I found.”
"Yes?"
“If the guy you gave the highest medal to is a blackmailer, doesn’t that hurt your reputation? I found about five victims, and he told me to kill them all.”
“No matter how much of an Emperor he is... that’s a bit..."
“After finding about 12 people, they finally took away Marco’s medal.”
“...I understand. I guess you can call me that.”
"Yes."
Sion looked at the woman's expression and laughed inwardly again.
The woman asked if he could take her to the carriage. Sion was happy to take her there in his carriage.
In the port of Athena Island, where there is a storage for wagons.
“...Is there something you’re looking for? Why did you come here-”
Sion, who was getting off the carriage, stopped his horse and frowned. It was because of the familiar yet disgusting smell of wolves around the wagon of the Countess of Kwendell.
“This... is the smell of that wolf cub...”
“I trust Your Grace to keep this a secret. It is necessary for my revenge.”
“I heard that slave ran away from the Count’s residence?”
Sion nervously put a new cigar in his mouth again. He struck the match, but because of the woman in front of him, he ended up not lighting the cigarette and spat it out on the floor again.
He guess he'll have to suck on a cigar until his cheeks are sunken in to get rid of this disgusting smell.
Sion suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.
Odette was turning the key in the keyhole of the Kwendell carriage.
'What is this, Count Kwendell? Is there another man besides me who helps this woman?'
He knows that the Viscount Kwendell who's been frequenting social circles these days is a fake.
'It must have been a shock.'
The woman, who had been silent for a long time, opened her mouth in a tired voice.
“Your Grace, have you reported to His Majesty the Emperor about my biological parents?”
“No. Only you and I know.”
“Do you have any plans to report?”
"Not at all."
Sion was anxious that his feelings might be something uselessly grandiose like 'love'.
He and Odette were 'unclean' people, entangled in a long history of hatred. It was impossible to have the dirtiest and cleanest feelings toward one person at the same time. Sion had a very strict personality.
So he thought it was desire. Because unclean feelings have to go with unclean feelings.
But just now, Odette found his feelings in concluding that he was the right answer.
It didn't matter if it was love or desire. If it was Odette, it was okay for him to be dirty. It was okay for him to be confused. It seemed like it wouldn't be disgusting to put the cleanest and the dirtiest together.
“...Do I need to report this to His Majesty the Emperor?”
“It’s better to hide information from Gregory as much as possible. He thinks it’s a matter of honor that three S-class Transcendents appeared during his tenure.”
“Are you crazy...? The Emperor is your friend?”
Odette looked around in confusion.
“What if you just call the Emperor by his name? And if anyone hears you calling him by his name, you’ll be beheaded for insulting the imperial family!”
“We’re not in a carriage, who on earth could possibly be listening?”
“You are the Emperor’s guard dog. How dare you act so impertinently toward His Majesty the Emperor-”
“Isn’t it more outrageous to call me a guard dog? And to the person’s face. At least I speak politely to Gregory.”
“Ah... Sorry. I didn’t realize it.”
She now seemed to have less trouble with Sion than Odette had when they first met or when they fought over the handkerchief.
Even though Sion absolutely hated it when other humans pronounced the word guard dog, he felt okay because he thought it was proof that the woman was comfortable with him.
Maybe that was why he heard his own unfamiliar, snickering laughter.
Yeah. What about messy love? I think it's okay to have love and hate, love and desire together.
It was funny that he had been afraid of that lump of unknown, sticky emotion destroying him in the first place. Love is superior to desire, and reason is superior to love. In the end, no emotion can harm him.
Among all the Margraves of Kleist who were considered rational, he was the most outstanding.
“There’s no good in reporting this kind of information. Gregory has low intelligence and character, but he’s good at politics. When he discovers someone else’s weakness, he just thinks about useless things.”
He smiled and put a cigar in his mouth as if it were a habit, then took it out again.
He remembered a report that a woman had weak lungs and was vomiting blood.
“Do you know what the last thing Gregory ordered his guard dog to do? It was to kill one of Corporal Marco’s victims that I found.”
"Yes?"
“If the guy you gave the highest medal to is a blackmailer, doesn’t that hurt your reputation? I found about five victims, and he told me to kill them all.”
“No matter how much of an Emperor he is... that’s a bit..."
“After finding about 12 people, they finally took away Marco’s medal.”
“...I understand. I guess you can call me that.”
"Yes."
Sion looked at the woman's expression and laughed inwardly again.
The woman asked if he could take her to the carriage. Sion was happy to take her there in his carriage.
In the port of Athena Island, where there is a storage for wagons.
“...Is there something you’re looking for? Why did you come here-”
Sion, who was getting off the carriage, stopped his horse and frowned. It was because of the familiar yet disgusting smell of wolves around the wagon of the Countess of Kwendell.
“This... is the smell of that wolf cub...”
“I trust Your Grace to keep this a secret. It is necessary for my revenge.”
“I heard that slave ran away from the Count’s residence?”
Sion nervously put a new cigar in his mouth again. He struck the match, but because of the woman in front of him, he ended up not lighting the cigarette and spat it out on the floor again.
He guess he'll have to suck on a cigar until his cheeks are sunken in to get rid of this disgusting smell.
Sion suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.
Odette was turning the key in the keyhole of the Kwendell carriage.
'What is this, Count Kwendell? Is there another man besides me who helps this woman?'
He knows that the Viscount Kwendell who's been frequenting social circles these days is a fake.
He just turned a blind eye to the Kwendell family since they weren't that important, but did that handsome man have something to do with Odette?
As soon as he thought that, his mouth started moving on its own.
“Is that slave bastard doing well?”
"Yes?"
“You like that slave’s face. You use it for rolling around, right?”
At that moment, something like disillusionment flashed through Odette's eyes. He could clearly see her eyes turning to him as if to say, 'What the hell are you thinking? You damn punk.'
But Sion felt relieved by that expression. At least Odette wasn't using it for that purpose.
“I’ve never done that. That’s why Karl is so precious to me.”
But then he got upset again.
Sion glared at Karl. Karl, too, was glaring directly at Sion.
'That damn bastard ran away, so it was all Odette's plan in the end, right?'
“You said I was the only one who could communicate with you through revenge. Wasn’t I the only one who understood you?”
Sion let out a pitiful sound in anger. Odette answered indifferently.
“That’s right. We’re the only two people who’ve had similar experiences.”
The woman was indifferent, but annoyingly, Sion felt relieved by those words. He was thrilled and saddened by Odette's words, like a crazy dog desperate for its master's love...
Sion felt a little self-destructive.
“That is why I would like to ask you a favor, Your Grace.”
In the midst of all this, Sion's attention was entirely on Odette's hand, which was lightly restraining Karl's wrist.
“Please don’t let the Emperor feel Karl’s pressure.”
“...Why bother?”
“Everyone felt that Karl was a different kind of intimidating force. He was like a monster. We need the Emperor for today’s plan, and it would be a problem if the Emperor felt afraid of Karl.”
In a way, it was natural. The power of the Fenrir Clan Leader is usually said to be comparable to that of a B-class Transcendent.
But Karl was beyond that level. He had the intimidating power of an S-class transcendentaler.
However, all transcendent beings are born with the talent to instinctively suppress their own feelings of intimidation. This was due to the existence of the Purifier.
Because Purifiers are as weak as ordinary people, except for their purification abilities. It's an instinctive and unconscious action to avoid being hated by the weak Purifiers.
'But that wolf cub has never felt the need to do that in his entire life.'
The more overwhelming the pressure, the more effort and experience it took to suppress it. That guy probably lived without ever feeling the need to do so.
'But he does hide his intimidation in front of Odette.'
Compared to the eyes when he tattooed the seal of slavery on that guy's back.
And that attitude was what really got on Sion's nerves.
“Let’s do that. Instead, if I’m going to suppress this guy’s pressure, you, Odette, need to be away for a while.”
Odette was skeptical, but Sion convinced her with all sorts of fancy excuses.
About the power of mind control and the side effects that can be suffered by those who watch from the side. After telling lie after lie, he was barely able to get Odette to leave.
ZlSion, left alone with Karl, finally lit a cigar and took a deep breath.
“You little lynx. Can’t you control your intimidation?”
“...”
Even with Karl blatantly ignoring him, Sion did not lose his composure.
“If you can’t control your sense of intimidation, it seems like your master will abandon you. Should you get out?”
At that, a murderous look appeared in Karl’s eyes. But judging from the way he closed his mouth without saying anything, it seemed like he didn’t want to be abandoned.
Sion was even more offended by that, but he smiled faintly and said.
“There’s no way to learn how to control your intimidation in a day. You don’t seem to have any social skills. It takes longer for people like that to learn.”
“...”
“Tell me - try it.”
As soon as he thought that, his mouth started moving on its own.
“Is that slave bastard doing well?”
"Yes?"
“You like that slave’s face. You use it for rolling around, right?”
At that moment, something like disillusionment flashed through Odette's eyes. He could clearly see her eyes turning to him as if to say, 'What the hell are you thinking? You damn punk.'
But Sion felt relieved by that expression. At least Odette wasn't using it for that purpose.
“I’ve never done that. That’s why Karl is so precious to me.”
But then he got upset again.
Sion glared at Karl. Karl, too, was glaring directly at Sion.
'That damn bastard ran away, so it was all Odette's plan in the end, right?'
“You said I was the only one who could communicate with you through revenge. Wasn’t I the only one who understood you?”
Sion let out a pitiful sound in anger. Odette answered indifferently.
“That’s right. We’re the only two people who’ve had similar experiences.”
The woman was indifferent, but annoyingly, Sion felt relieved by those words. He was thrilled and saddened by Odette's words, like a crazy dog desperate for its master's love...
Sion felt a little self-destructive.
“That is why I would like to ask you a favor, Your Grace.”
In the midst of all this, Sion's attention was entirely on Odette's hand, which was lightly restraining Karl's wrist.
“Please don’t let the Emperor feel Karl’s pressure.”
“...Why bother?”
“Everyone felt that Karl was a different kind of intimidating force. He was like a monster. We need the Emperor for today’s plan, and it would be a problem if the Emperor felt afraid of Karl.”
In a way, it was natural. The power of the Fenrir Clan Leader is usually said to be comparable to that of a B-class Transcendent.
But Karl was beyond that level. He had the intimidating power of an S-class transcendentaler.
However, all transcendent beings are born with the talent to instinctively suppress their own feelings of intimidation. This was due to the existence of the Purifier.
Because Purifiers are as weak as ordinary people, except for their purification abilities. It's an instinctive and unconscious action to avoid being hated by the weak Purifiers.
'But that wolf cub has never felt the need to do that in his entire life.'
The more overwhelming the pressure, the more effort and experience it took to suppress it. That guy probably lived without ever feeling the need to do so.
'But he does hide his intimidation in front of Odette.'
Compared to the eyes when he tattooed the seal of slavery on that guy's back.
And that attitude was what really got on Sion's nerves.
“Let’s do that. Instead, if I’m going to suppress this guy’s pressure, you, Odette, need to be away for a while.”
Odette was skeptical, but Sion convinced her with all sorts of fancy excuses.
About the power of mind control and the side effects that can be suffered by those who watch from the side. After telling lie after lie, he was barely able to get Odette to leave.
ZlSion, left alone with Karl, finally lit a cigar and took a deep breath.
“You little lynx. Can’t you control your intimidation?”
“...”
Even with Karl blatantly ignoring him, Sion did not lose his composure.
“If you can’t control your sense of intimidation, it seems like your master will abandon you. Should you get out?”
At that, a murderous look appeared in Karl’s eyes. But judging from the way he closed his mouth without saying anything, it seemed like he didn’t want to be abandoned.
Sion was even more offended by that, but he smiled faintly and said.
“There’s no way to learn how to control your intimidation in a day. You don’t seem to have any social skills. It takes longer for people like that to learn.”
“...”
“Tell me - try it.”
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