“Stay out of the room, Karl.”
Odette ordered Karl with an even colder expression on her face.
Then Sion's mood improved even more.
'I guess that bastard Karl doesn't know as much about revenge as I do.'
Because it became clear that only he was still connected to Odette.
When Karl left, Sion was completely relaxed. So he spoke to her in a light-hearted joke.
“Why did you go with Karl? I would have been better than someone like Fenrir. You were the one who said that I was the only one who could truly understand and help you. You are responsible for your words.”
“Then Your Grace will take responsibility for it too. Even though you detest me, and although you are surprisingly happy with the fact that I disappeared after six months.”
“Do you know that I hate you, Albrecht?”
“You’ve uploaded something good. I’m surprisingly satisfied with it.”
At Odette's calm voice, Sion's lips immediately stiffened.
It was because of the way she spoke rather than the content of her words.
His heart sank so much even though she said it herself.
How could she speak so rudely? As if the words he uttered were of no value to Odette.
'Yeah. At best, that's what I said when I didn't know you very well.'
When he did not know Odette's shining vitality when he did not know what kind of face she had when she cried.
So, Sion should have been grateful that she took his slip of the tongue lightly back then.
But why am I suffocating? Why do I want so desperately to find a look of hurt on her face?
As if he had a gut feeling that something was going terribly wrong.
“Enough with the petty jokes, let’s get to the point. If you’re going to threaten to interfere with my revenge, then it must be something important.”
Sion is not the type to joke around about revenge, so any information that might be of help to her must be pretty damn good.
“It’s about the Purifier’s Oath. I came to tell you that you don’t have to keep your oath.”
But what came out of his mouth was surprisingly useless. It was enough to make her frown without realizing it.
“I have found out how to nullify the Purifier’s oath. As expected, the Pope knows the method. He paid quite a large donation to find out.”
“..."
“It’s a simpler method than you might think. If a Purifier makes contradictory oaths and the Transcendent accepts both of those contradictory oaths, both oaths will be nullified.”
Sion slowly took off the hat he was wearing.
Isn't God really generous to the Purifier? Adding such useless words.
“So if you swear by God’s name that you will never leave me again, and I accept that then the oath will be nullified. It can be easily made to never have happened.”
Then as if to gauge her reaction, he placed a hand on his waist with sunken eyes. It was his habit whenever he finished an important story.
I blinked. No way...
“...Is that all there is to it?”
The corners of Sion's mouth twitched slightly at her question. As if that was really his main point.
You threatened to ruin my revenge, and that's all you wanted to say?
Odette was speechless for a moment because of the absurdity, then shook her head and said.
“No. There is no need, Your Grace. I intend to keep my oath to leave.”
At those words, Sion's expression became a little stiffer.
“Your Grace, you have gone to all this trouble. There is absolutely no need to invalidate it. I intend to diligently keep the oath I swore to God.”
Because of Charlotte's appearance, the oath will be kept much sooner than originally promised.
There was absolutely no need for her to break that oath now.
“You don’t remember the oath you made?”
There's no way that's true.
“I will disappear completely in six months. In front of Your Grace and the other S-class Transcendents.”
Odette recited the promise she had made back then, but Sion had an expression on his face as if he was suppressing his anger as if he was dissatisfied with something.
“Are you going to keep your promise to leave me?”
With an even more subdued voice, he took a step closer. The sight of his large body blocking her path was quite threatening.
But Odette had no intention of backing down. She just stared into his purple eyes without saying a word.
“...”
After a brief silence, he gave a hollow laugh.
“Albrecht, you... want to leave. I mean nothing to you.”
In a voice that seemed to have realized something.
Haha, he burst out laughing with a sense of betrayal.
“Fine. Let’s get rid of that damn oath. Do you know how much I had to please the Pope to find out?”
"Your Grace."
“I found out at the Rothbart River. I found it quite unpleasant to see your back. I don’t intend to feel that way again. You can never leave me.”
“Is this really the end? If so, then please go back now...”
“Odette. Do I really need to brainwash you over something as trivial as this?”
Sion strode closer, one step closer. Because of the height difference, Odette had to bend her head to look at him, so much so that her neck started to hurt.
He deliberately used the sweet voice she had heard before. He even called her by her name, Odette, in a friendly manner.
That was a scare. To remind her of the last brainwashing.
But now, there was no way something like that would work.
“If you want to brainwash me, then do it. I can easily make you leave Your Grace without an oath.”
Sion's voice, which was usually cold, grew louder in response to her calm answer.
“Say in the name of God that you won’t leave me. Damn it. Who would swear that with all their heart? Just nullify it! Is that hard? Why are you so reluctant to do this?”
“Your Grace... Why are you doing this? If you had kept your old oath, it would have been enough-”
“Damn it! It’s only natural for me to do this because I like you!”
At those words, the room became quiet. It was because she was speechless at the absurdity of it.
“You came now...?”
Her voice was also full of that absurd feeling.
“Is it ever too late to feel love?”
Sion frowned and asked back.
His purple eyes held a certain misery, mixed with an obsessive obsession. There seemed to be a hint of resentment toward her, too.
When she saw that, a question she had been holding back came out of her mouth. A question she had always wondered about but had never been able to say out loud because she was in a hurry to lower his disgust level.
“There was one thing I didn’t understand, Your Grace.”
“I just confessed, isn’t it too much to change the subject right away?”
He laughed hollowly as if he had been hurt, but Odette continued asking questions.
“Your Grace, who is meticulous and obsessive in everything you do, why did you have so many loopholes in the information of Count Albrecht’s family? Nine people in the Count’s family alone, and 35 in the Intelligence Service. How could so many traitors have defected from such a loyal Intelligence Service?”
As she asked the question, the color drained from Sion's face.
“...Albrecht.”
A strangled voice. That alone was enough of an answer.
“Your Grace, you already know, right? How I am treated at the Count’s house.”
“...”
“You didn’t think it mattered. You would rather have been fooled by a traitor and drunk than officially admit that I was being abused. Because I hated it that much.”
Silence filled the room. If it was such a heavy and long silence, it must have been a clear answer.
At the end of the silence, Sion answered.
“I didn’t know. I didn’t know. I just assumed that it might be possible.”
It was Sion. He couldn't stand not being able to fully grasp and control the situation.
It may be true that he didn't know. However, if he had guessed the possibility of his personality and still remained ignorant, then there must have been a strong will on Sion's part.
He didn't know because he didn't want to know.
'Because once you find out, you have to save me. If I were the victim, you wouldn't be able to hate me as much as you want. You want to get rid of me, but the Transcendent One can never get rid of the Purifier.'
In order to deliberately keep people from knowing, they pushed people with low loyalty and weak willpower into the Count's household.
“I guess you thought it didn’t matter if I was an innocent victim of abuse.”
Perhaps because he had no intention of pursuing the issue, his voice was calm.
“There was a time when I despised you. But that’s all in the past. It doesn’t matter.”
Sion spoke as if he was appealing, but his expression showed no regret or reflection.
He seemed genuinely convinced that it was all in the past.
“What matters is the present, Albrecht. I like you. And quite a bit.”
Isn't that shameless? As if those feelings were more important than what happened to me.
"Ha."
A burst of laughter broke out.
I wish someone would like me, even if it's just one person. I wish someone would be kind to me, even if it's not true. I wish someone would save me. She remember the stupid times when she used to think like that.
“The feelings of love you feel now will soon pass. They will disappear quickly. Just like the contempt you felt for me, Your Grace.”
She pointed out the most important fact. Sion's eyes, visible through the monocle, were filled with anger.
How dare you. Who would be angry now?
“You can refuse as much as you want. But don’t try to deny my feelings on your own, Albrecht.”
Sion spoke in a sinister voice and grabbed her shoulders as if trying to trap her in his hands.
Odette ordered Karl with an even colder expression on her face.
Then Sion's mood improved even more.
'I guess that bastard Karl doesn't know as much about revenge as I do.'
Because it became clear that only he was still connected to Odette.
When Karl left, Sion was completely relaxed. So he spoke to her in a light-hearted joke.
“Why did you go with Karl? I would have been better than someone like Fenrir. You were the one who said that I was the only one who could truly understand and help you. You are responsible for your words.”
“Then Your Grace will take responsibility for it too. Even though you detest me, and although you are surprisingly happy with the fact that I disappeared after six months.”
“Do you know that I hate you, Albrecht?”
“You’ve uploaded something good. I’m surprisingly satisfied with it.”
At Odette's calm voice, Sion's lips immediately stiffened.
It was because of the way she spoke rather than the content of her words.
His heart sank so much even though she said it herself.
How could she speak so rudely? As if the words he uttered were of no value to Odette.
'Yeah. At best, that's what I said when I didn't know you very well.'
When he did not know Odette's shining vitality when he did not know what kind of face she had when she cried.
So, Sion should have been grateful that she took his slip of the tongue lightly back then.
But why am I suffocating? Why do I want so desperately to find a look of hurt on her face?
As if he had a gut feeling that something was going terribly wrong.
***
“Enough with the petty jokes, let’s get to the point. If you’re going to threaten to interfere with my revenge, then it must be something important.”
Sion is not the type to joke around about revenge, so any information that might be of help to her must be pretty damn good.
“It’s about the Purifier’s Oath. I came to tell you that you don’t have to keep your oath.”
But what came out of his mouth was surprisingly useless. It was enough to make her frown without realizing it.
“I have found out how to nullify the Purifier’s oath. As expected, the Pope knows the method. He paid quite a large donation to find out.”
“..."
“It’s a simpler method than you might think. If a Purifier makes contradictory oaths and the Transcendent accepts both of those contradictory oaths, both oaths will be nullified.”
Sion slowly took off the hat he was wearing.
Isn't God really generous to the Purifier? Adding such useless words.
“So if you swear by God’s name that you will never leave me again, and I accept that then the oath will be nullified. It can be easily made to never have happened.”
Then as if to gauge her reaction, he placed a hand on his waist with sunken eyes. It was his habit whenever he finished an important story.
I blinked. No way...
“...Is that all there is to it?”
The corners of Sion's mouth twitched slightly at her question. As if that was really his main point.
You threatened to ruin my revenge, and that's all you wanted to say?
Odette was speechless for a moment because of the absurdity, then shook her head and said.
“No. There is no need, Your Grace. I intend to keep my oath to leave.”
At those words, Sion's expression became a little stiffer.
“Your Grace, you have gone to all this trouble. There is absolutely no need to invalidate it. I intend to diligently keep the oath I swore to God.”
Because of Charlotte's appearance, the oath will be kept much sooner than originally promised.
There was absolutely no need for her to break that oath now.
“You don’t remember the oath you made?”
There's no way that's true.
“I will disappear completely in six months. In front of Your Grace and the other S-class Transcendents.”
Odette recited the promise she had made back then, but Sion had an expression on his face as if he was suppressing his anger as if he was dissatisfied with something.
“Are you going to keep your promise to leave me?”
With an even more subdued voice, he took a step closer. The sight of his large body blocking her path was quite threatening.
But Odette had no intention of backing down. She just stared into his purple eyes without saying a word.
“...”
After a brief silence, he gave a hollow laugh.
“Albrecht, you... want to leave. I mean nothing to you.”
In a voice that seemed to have realized something.
Haha, he burst out laughing with a sense of betrayal.
“Fine. Let’s get rid of that damn oath. Do you know how much I had to please the Pope to find out?”
"Your Grace."
“I found out at the Rothbart River. I found it quite unpleasant to see your back. I don’t intend to feel that way again. You can never leave me.”
“Is this really the end? If so, then please go back now...”
“Odette. Do I really need to brainwash you over something as trivial as this?”
Sion strode closer, one step closer. Because of the height difference, Odette had to bend her head to look at him, so much so that her neck started to hurt.
He deliberately used the sweet voice she had heard before. He even called her by her name, Odette, in a friendly manner.
That was a scare. To remind her of the last brainwashing.
But now, there was no way something like that would work.
“If you want to brainwash me, then do it. I can easily make you leave Your Grace without an oath.”
Sion's voice, which was usually cold, grew louder in response to her calm answer.
“Say in the name of God that you won’t leave me. Damn it. Who would swear that with all their heart? Just nullify it! Is that hard? Why are you so reluctant to do this?”
“Your Grace... Why are you doing this? If you had kept your old oath, it would have been enough-”
“Damn it! It’s only natural for me to do this because I like you!”
At those words, the room became quiet. It was because she was speechless at the absurdity of it.
“You came now...?”
Her voice was also full of that absurd feeling.
“Is it ever too late to feel love?”
Sion frowned and asked back.
His purple eyes held a certain misery, mixed with an obsessive obsession. There seemed to be a hint of resentment toward her, too.
When she saw that, a question she had been holding back came out of her mouth. A question she had always wondered about but had never been able to say out loud because she was in a hurry to lower his disgust level.
“There was one thing I didn’t understand, Your Grace.”
“I just confessed, isn’t it too much to change the subject right away?”
He laughed hollowly as if he had been hurt, but Odette continued asking questions.
“Your Grace, who is meticulous and obsessive in everything you do, why did you have so many loopholes in the information of Count Albrecht’s family? Nine people in the Count’s family alone, and 35 in the Intelligence Service. How could so many traitors have defected from such a loyal Intelligence Service?”
As she asked the question, the color drained from Sion's face.
“...Albrecht.”
A strangled voice. That alone was enough of an answer.
“Your Grace, you already know, right? How I am treated at the Count’s house.”
“...”
“You didn’t think it mattered. You would rather have been fooled by a traitor and drunk than officially admit that I was being abused. Because I hated it that much.”
Silence filled the room. If it was such a heavy and long silence, it must have been a clear answer.
At the end of the silence, Sion answered.
“I didn’t know. I didn’t know. I just assumed that it might be possible.”
It was Sion. He couldn't stand not being able to fully grasp and control the situation.
It may be true that he didn't know. However, if he had guessed the possibility of his personality and still remained ignorant, then there must have been a strong will on Sion's part.
He didn't know because he didn't want to know.
'Because once you find out, you have to save me. If I were the victim, you wouldn't be able to hate me as much as you want. You want to get rid of me, but the Transcendent One can never get rid of the Purifier.'
In order to deliberately keep people from knowing, they pushed people with low loyalty and weak willpower into the Count's household.
“I guess you thought it didn’t matter if I was an innocent victim of abuse.”
Perhaps because he had no intention of pursuing the issue, his voice was calm.
“There was a time when I despised you. But that’s all in the past. It doesn’t matter.”
Sion spoke as if he was appealing, but his expression showed no regret or reflection.
He seemed genuinely convinced that it was all in the past.
“What matters is the present, Albrecht. I like you. And quite a bit.”
Isn't that shameless? As if those feelings were more important than what happened to me.
"Ha."
A burst of laughter broke out.
I wish someone would like me, even if it's just one person. I wish someone would be kind to me, even if it's not true. I wish someone would save me. She remember the stupid times when she used to think like that.
“The feelings of love you feel now will soon pass. They will disappear quickly. Just like the contempt you felt for me, Your Grace.”
She pointed out the most important fact. Sion's eyes, visible through the monocle, were filled with anger.
How dare you. Who would be angry now?
“You can refuse as much as you want. But don’t try to deny my feelings on your own, Albrecht.”
Sion spoke in a sinister voice and grabbed her shoulders as if trying to trap her in his hands.
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