It seemed that Penelope's feelings had been completely swallowed up by Magi.
I hesitated for a moment, then stopped Cedric, who was passing by, whispered something to him, and followed Penelope.
'You must not die, Penelope.'
What I wanted was not Penelope's death.
Being gossiped about and being kicked out by Isaac were just the beginning of my suffering in my past life.
Penelope did worse to me than this.
How did I act like that in my past life, with a mind that thought of death like this?
'Dying over something like this only means that you are more vile and cowardly than I thought.'
I chased after Penelope.
***
There was a low hill in the backyard of Winston's mansion.
Behind the hill was a small cabin that had belonged to another owner of the mansion in the past.
It appears to have been used as a hunting ground for pheasants and other small birds that roamed near the hill.
There were the previous owner's how and a few broken arrows, wooden chests, rope, rags and flint, matches, and dusty salt and pepper shakers.
It was only occasionally used as a place for the mansion's employees to secretly share drinks and had not been maintained for over ten years, making it very old and shabby.
Penelope discovered the cabin and ran towards it.
She was shaking violently.
She hoped no one would find her. She didn't want anyone's attention right now.
"There's no one I can trust. I'm alone...! Alone! Even Isaac doesn't understand me."
A myriad of thoughts were swirling around in her head.
'It's because of Bridget. It's all because of Bridget! Bridget is the culprit. I can see it. Who could have saved those portraits?"
She went into the cabin, squeezed herself between the boxes, and tore at her hair.
'Isaac will abandon me. What will happen to me then?'
Isaac wasn't just a loving man.
It was not for love alone that she gave up her title and rights as the Countess of Bellingham.
All that was expected of him was a generous pension that would ensure a luxurious old age and the ability to pass on a title to his children.
Penelope wanted to continue living in the city even when she grew old. She wanted to be the mother of a son with a title.
'If Isaac abandons me, will I be able to return to the Bellinghams? This child? Will he be a slave from the moment he is born? Should I pretend to be dead? Then Bellingham won't be able to kick me out. How can I give birth in secret? What if it is discovered later that he is mine?'
Then, she thought of herself spending her days in Bellingham Estate without making a sound.
Penelope had been there for a few days shortly after her marriage to the Count of Bellingham.
It was just the countryside. A countryside with nothing but farmland here and there.
The unpaved dirt roads were littered with animal excrement, ruining shoes and dress hems, and there was always a foul inexplicable smell in the backyard of the mansion as if something was drying there.
She couldn't even dream of fresh fish or seafood, or desserts made by a skilled pastry chef.
Even there, nobles and commoners alike mingled together.
Since there were no people, even if you wanted to play cards, you had to do it with a maid or a servant, and there was no one who knew how to enjoy good alcohol.
Even when she invited the guests, they were all country bumpkins, uncultured and rustic.
All they talked about was that the pig on the farm had given birth to a piglet and that there was a bumper crop of pumpkins.
Even people would walk around wit lh cow dung on the soles of their shoes, so whenever someone came or left, the whole mansion would smell like cow dung.
Penelope was sick of it all. She had only been there a few days, but she was starting to hate the dull routine there. She felt like an old woman like the Count of Bellingham.
The words of his father, Count Hudson, lingered in his ears.
"Have the baby quietly, without anyone knowing, put it up for adoption, and go back to Bellingham, live there as if you were dead."
Even if she could return to the Bellingham family, that would be a problem.
You want me to live my whole life in a place as horrible as Bellingham?
'No!'
Penelope was born in the city and grew up in the city.
She liked the gorgeous dresses made in the costume shops, the gold and silver shops at the entrance to the artisan's street, and the pretty, clean restaurants and tea houses.
'I'd rather die than go to Bellingham Estate!"
She never thought Isaac, whom she trusted, would yell at her like that.
It was miserable.
What happened to that sweet promise you made to divorce Bridget and remarry me?
Isaac was so happy to hear that Bridget had gone to the Spencer house that he was almost thrilled. It seemed as if they would never get divorced.
She knew it.
The fact that her dream of becoming Viscountess Winston had come to nothing.
'I'd rather die than be dead. My life couldn't be more horrible than this.'
Anger welled up along with misery.
Yes, let us take revenge with death.
She felt a surge of joy as she imagined Isaac weeping while holding her own de
ad body, along with that of his child.
Isaac cries in regret, saying he's sorry and that he didn't know she would suffer so much that she would take her own life.
Bridget, who is consumed with guilt, says that she is wrong and that everything is her fault.
Thinking about those things gave Penelope courage.
Penelope noticed the rope on top of the box and reached out.
Dust was picked up by the corn and floated into the air.
"Cough! Cough!"
As she was holding it and coughing for a while, the door suddenly opened and Bridget appeared.
"Penelope!"
Bridget frowned at the magi fog that covered her face as soon as she opened the door.
A magi in the shape of Penelope was clinging to Penelope, smiling with his pitch-black mouth wide open.
"Don't come, Bridget!"
"Get out of there."
"Leave me alone!"
"Wake up. You are now..."
You won't believe me when I say you're being manipulated because you can't see it.
Bridget slowly approached Penelope, purifying the magi floating in the air.
I had to make contact to get rid of the magic attached to her.
"Don't come near me. I told you not to come near me!"
Penelope looked around and picked up the knife lying under the rope.
It was a knife that was covered in blood and rust, probably used to prepare the game.
Penelope picked it up and aimed it at Bridget, but then her thoughts suddenly changed.
'It's all because of Bridget?'
Her eyes changed.
'Yes, it was Bridget who took everything from me! That gossip must have been written by Bridget too! Yes, that portrait!'
Penelope approached Brigitte step by step, threatening her with her sword.
"You're excited, Penelope."
"It's because of you. If you hadn't come back, everything would have been fine! It's because of you! I should have died there with the Earl of Kensington!!"
Penelope swung her sword at Bridge t
The two people switched positions to avoid it.
Bridget tried to reach Penelope somehow, but the murderous Penelope swung her sword at her.
Penelope, who had pushed Bridget into a corner like that, suddenly chuckled.
"Yeah, why should I die? If you die, everything will be fine again."
"Penelope."
Bridget said calmly.
"If you kill me, you will be tried for murdering a nobleman. It will be worse than it is now."
Penelope's gaze wavered.
But she lost her mind again because Magi stabbed her.
"Shut up! What do you know? I won't kill you. You'll be trapped here and die alone!"
Penelope quickly went out and locked the cabin door.
Bridget tried to block it, but the door to the hut that was being used as a storage room was locked from the outside.
Penelope locked Bridget in the lock.
Bridget sighed.
'I told Cedric to come back a little later, so he'll bring the people soon.'
Anyway, she thought it was good that she had stopped Penelope from doing anything stupid.
After a lot of work, she felt completely exhausted. She sat down on the wooden chest, taking a deep breath.
But then a suspicious sound was heard outside.
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