“Anyway, just tell me, Miss Harrington. I already got the information about the arena when Smith came last time.”
“When did you ever ask that? I didn’t know.”
Judith knows how much Erne hates going to the arena.
It wasn't that his mind had changed, he was just trying to endure it for Judith's sake.
"...That."
“That, what?”
“So, what...”
It's solid. If you weren't here, I would have been lying in bed with my head wrapped up.
Even though it feels like the world is falling apart, I'm not that scared because I know Erne is by my side.
Judith wanted to say something like that. But it was difficult for Judith, who had never revealed her true feelings to anyone, because it was said that those who have spoken their minds speak well.
His mouth wouldn't open as if someone had glued it shut with glue.
“Why did you stop talking?”
“It wasn’t that important.”
“I think that was an important thing to say.”
Judith shook her head in denial. She should probably express her feelings in a letter later, but it was difficult to do so in words.
When I was in a casual relationship with Erne, I could easily say things like, "Thank you," "I'm sorry," and "You're strong." But now I don't know why it's difficult to say those things.
“I don’t know why, but I really want to hear it, but let’s just skip this one time.”
Erne took a step back. He filled the glass in front of Judith and stood up to check the room. He closed the windows, drew the curtains, checked the inside of the fireplace, and looked carefully under the bed.
Erne caught and burned every bug he saw these days, just in case there was a bug sent by the priest.
Only after looking under the blanket did Erne bring Judith to the bed. He laid her down, covered her with the blanket, and then took the sword.
“You must be tired, but don’t sleep.”
“Erne isn’t sleeping?”
“Let’s take a walk around the mansion.”
“You just made a circle before. Why are you making a circle again?”
From the moment he heard that the priest had entered the capital, he could not feel at ease at all.
“Now that he has entered the capital, we cannot let our guard down.”
He's a bold guy. Even if he changed the color of his eyes, it would be impossible for anyone with a normal personality to enter the plaza while on the run and cause trouble in someone's store.
“Our mansion, no, I don’t know what they’ll do. The Marquis said he’d send a security force to this area, but we have to trust them.”
Erne clicked his tongue briefly.
“I don’t think it’s necessary to go that far, Erne.”
Judith muttered, holding Erne's arm. When Judith gently pulled Erne's arm, Erne sat down on the side of the bed without resistance.
“I find it strange. The priest knows our house and shop, so why doesn’t he come to us in person?”
Does he think he'll lose if he fights Erne? But Shadin has his own weapon.
He can release poisonous insects or snakes into the Rhineland mansion, poison the water, or use witchcraft.
But Shadin didn't do that. He sent a threatening letter, came secretly at night, and caused a commotion in front of the store.
Why? Why?
“The situation there is probably not so good right now. They fled in a hurry when they were surrounded, so they probably didn’t take much money.”
The same goes for the solitary confinement complex. Even if each person only carries two of these complexes, which are larger than the money, they are still moving a lot.
“In the meantime, if you want to enter the capital and eat and sleep, you’ll need money. Eight people escaped, so it’ll cost quite a bit of money.”
Then you can't use the Solitude Technique Complex. I heard from Tia that Shadin makes money by taking on assassination-like requests using the poisonous insects in the Solitude Technique Complex. Assassinations are definitely expensive.
In other words, the solitary art complex is a high-value-added product that can be recycled.
“If he sends poisonous insects to us and they die, how embarrassing it will be for the priest.”
That's like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.
Having lived in a capitalist society, it seemed unlikely that Shadin, who was always talking about money and a comfortable and luxurious life, would easily use the solitary art complex.
“You have to sell a curse, so why don’t you use it for us?”
“That’s right. It’s the same with witchcraft. When the Godmother uses witchcraft, it takes a long time to prepare and requires a lot of materials.”
People who are short on money right now can't do that. Why? Because they have to make money. Whether they plan a plan or plot a secret plan, they have to have enough money to live.
“Shadin is too busy making money to even prepare a spell right now. But he wants to fuck me.”
So, he threw ashes into Judith's business in the most efficient and cost-free way possible.
'It reminds me of the old days. Back then, we almost went down the drain because of some crazy guy.'
In her previous life, Judith barely managed to live, even paying off her parents' debts.
Then, after her parents died a year later and she renounced my inheritance, she was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
After working two or three jobs and paying off her parents' debts in her name, Judith finally felt like she could live like everyone else. Judith took over a coin laundry on the recommendation of an acquaintance.
Although she had a loan, she was able to pay off the interest and principal with the profits from the coin laundry.
Now, in just two more months, she will be able to pay off the loan and start making a profit.
A certain tiger-like creature visited Judith's coin laundry.
And then the customers suddenly stopped coming. The loan money was completely taken out of Judith's salary.
She put up a coin laundry, but it didn't sell. At that time, she really thought the sky was falling.
But Judith's frustration did not last long, as she was soon hit by a truck and killed.
'This time, it definitely won't fail.'
Of course, she won't die.
“If I were a priest, I would try to make as much money as possible as quickly as possible.”
Then he'll either go find Tia or attack Erne, who he thinks is possessed.
“A priest would try to make money by using his abilities. Assassinations, or curses. He could leave it to his subordinate who ran away with him, but in any case, if it’s an expensive spell, the priest would have to help out.”
There is no noble in the capital who is unaware that there is a traitor among the mediums. Any medium who practices poisoning or curses would be viewed with suspicion, and in these times, they would try their best to avoid getting involved.
Because no one wants to be branded a traitor by trying to curse someone they hold a grudge against.
“Someone who is in desperate need of something: curse, assassination, or sorcery.”
Only such a person would reach out to suspicious mediums.
“Who would be there, someone like that?”
Hmm, maybe I should use the charcoal to ask the mediums. Are there any strange requests these days?
“...Strange. I think I’ve heard a story about someone like that recently.”
Erne's eyes narrowed. Judith also began to recall her memories.
A few days ago, she heard a story about an old man who was so senile that he shouted, "I have to have a son to continue the family line, the family line!" and it flashed through her mind.
“Count Wilbur!”
Yes, she had completely forgotten about Viscount Wilbur. Even the place where Tan met the supposed Shadin was near Viscount Wilbur's house!
As business went downhill, she became so focused on it that trivial things like Viscount Wilbur were forgotten.
“I need to find out what’s going on at Viscount Wilbur’s residence.”
If you suddenly send the security force, he might notice. Even the security forces in plain clothes might not know.
Was it a stranger hanging around the Wilbur estate? It was a perfect place to be suspicious.
What if he sends him in disguised as a servant? The priest is not stupid and would not bring in a new servant at a time like this.
They will probably use all sorts of threats to make sure that no new employees are hired.
But what if we brought out the people inside the Wilbur household, the people who knew the inside story?
“Go and stop talking nonsense.”
“Yes, father.”
Viscountess Stella Wilbur glanced behind her father at her younger brother's slightly open room. Acrid smoke was wafting from inside.
Even healthy people cough and feel dizzy when they smell it, so is it okay for a patient to smell it?
Stella was worried, but she couldn't say anything. Even though she was well over twenty years old, she was still afraid of her father.
“Then I’ll be back.”
Since the medium's recent appearance, Viscount Wilbur has ordered everyone in his residence to refrain from going out.
However, the Baron Briggs's residence, with whom the families were friendly, sent an invitation to a banquet to announce the Young Lady's wedding.
It was obvious that if no one from the Wilbur family attended the banquet, there would be gossip.
Viscount Wilbur, who had become very sensitive these days, sent Stella to the banquet because he didn't want to hear such gossip.
'Thank goodness I can get out of the house.'
The atmosphere at the yard these days was strange. Her father was excited at the prospect of saving her younger brother, while his servants were terrified, believing it to be witchcraft.
“They’re all here, Miss.”
While she was thinking about this and that, she soon arrived at Baron Briggs' residence.
Stella, who was getting off the carriage and entering the Baron's residence under the guidance of a maid, stopped in her tracks.
“Isn’t this a banquet hall?”
“Yes, our lady would like to see you separately for a moment.”
Stella was puzzled but went into the reception room where Layla was waiting.
“Hello, Young Lady of Viscount Wilbur.”
There was someone else waiting for Stella, not Layla. It was Miss Harrington, who sold incense.
“What's going on?”
“Actually, I have something I wanted to ask you, so I asked Baron Briggs to let me see you.”
Judith was holding a wanted poster in her hand as she greeted him politely.
Stella's eyes shook as if there was an earthquake. As if something was bothering her.
“When did you ever ask that? I didn’t know.”
Judith knows how much Erne hates going to the arena.
It wasn't that his mind had changed, he was just trying to endure it for Judith's sake.
"...That."
“That, what?”
“So, what...”
It's solid. If you weren't here, I would have been lying in bed with my head wrapped up.
Even though it feels like the world is falling apart, I'm not that scared because I know Erne is by my side.
Judith wanted to say something like that. But it was difficult for Judith, who had never revealed her true feelings to anyone, because it was said that those who have spoken their minds speak well.
His mouth wouldn't open as if someone had glued it shut with glue.
“Why did you stop talking?”
“It wasn’t that important.”
“I think that was an important thing to say.”
Judith shook her head in denial. She should probably express her feelings in a letter later, but it was difficult to do so in words.
When I was in a casual relationship with Erne, I could easily say things like, "Thank you," "I'm sorry," and "You're strong." But now I don't know why it's difficult to say those things.
“I don’t know why, but I really want to hear it, but let’s just skip this one time.”
Erne took a step back. He filled the glass in front of Judith and stood up to check the room. He closed the windows, drew the curtains, checked the inside of the fireplace, and looked carefully under the bed.
Erne caught and burned every bug he saw these days, just in case there was a bug sent by the priest.
Only after looking under the blanket did Erne bring Judith to the bed. He laid her down, covered her with the blanket, and then took the sword.
“You must be tired, but don’t sleep.”
“Erne isn’t sleeping?”
“Let’s take a walk around the mansion.”
“You just made a circle before. Why are you making a circle again?”
From the moment he heard that the priest had entered the capital, he could not feel at ease at all.
“Now that he has entered the capital, we cannot let our guard down.”
He's a bold guy. Even if he changed the color of his eyes, it would be impossible for anyone with a normal personality to enter the plaza while on the run and cause trouble in someone's store.
“Our mansion, no, I don’t know what they’ll do. The Marquis said he’d send a security force to this area, but we have to trust them.”
Erne clicked his tongue briefly.
“I don’t think it’s necessary to go that far, Erne.”
Judith muttered, holding Erne's arm. When Judith gently pulled Erne's arm, Erne sat down on the side of the bed without resistance.
“I find it strange. The priest knows our house and shop, so why doesn’t he come to us in person?”
Does he think he'll lose if he fights Erne? But Shadin has his own weapon.
He can release poisonous insects or snakes into the Rhineland mansion, poison the water, or use witchcraft.
But Shadin didn't do that. He sent a threatening letter, came secretly at night, and caused a commotion in front of the store.
Why? Why?
“The situation there is probably not so good right now. They fled in a hurry when they were surrounded, so they probably didn’t take much money.”
The same goes for the solitary confinement complex. Even if each person only carries two of these complexes, which are larger than the money, they are still moving a lot.
“In the meantime, if you want to enter the capital and eat and sleep, you’ll need money. Eight people escaped, so it’ll cost quite a bit of money.”
Then you can't use the Solitude Technique Complex. I heard from Tia that Shadin makes money by taking on assassination-like requests using the poisonous insects in the Solitude Technique Complex. Assassinations are definitely expensive.
In other words, the solitary art complex is a high-value-added product that can be recycled.
“If he sends poisonous insects to us and they die, how embarrassing it will be for the priest.”
That's like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.
Having lived in a capitalist society, it seemed unlikely that Shadin, who was always talking about money and a comfortable and luxurious life, would easily use the solitary art complex.
“You have to sell a curse, so why don’t you use it for us?”
“That’s right. It’s the same with witchcraft. When the Godmother uses witchcraft, it takes a long time to prepare and requires a lot of materials.”
People who are short on money right now can't do that. Why? Because they have to make money. Whether they plan a plan or plot a secret plan, they have to have enough money to live.
“Shadin is too busy making money to even prepare a spell right now. But he wants to fuck me.”
So, he threw ashes into Judith's business in the most efficient and cost-free way possible.
'It reminds me of the old days. Back then, we almost went down the drain because of some crazy guy.'
In her previous life, Judith barely managed to live, even paying off her parents' debts.
Then, after her parents died a year later and she renounced my inheritance, she was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
After working two or three jobs and paying off her parents' debts in her name, Judith finally felt like she could live like everyone else. Judith took over a coin laundry on the recommendation of an acquaintance.
Although she had a loan, she was able to pay off the interest and principal with the profits from the coin laundry.
Now, in just two more months, she will be able to pay off the loan and start making a profit.
A certain tiger-like creature visited Judith's coin laundry.
And then the customers suddenly stopped coming. The loan money was completely taken out of Judith's salary.
She put up a coin laundry, but it didn't sell. At that time, she really thought the sky was falling.
But Judith's frustration did not last long, as she was soon hit by a truck and killed.
'This time, it definitely won't fail.'
Of course, she won't die.
“If I were a priest, I would try to make as much money as possible as quickly as possible.”
Then he'll either go find Tia or attack Erne, who he thinks is possessed.
“A priest would try to make money by using his abilities. Assassinations, or curses. He could leave it to his subordinate who ran away with him, but in any case, if it’s an expensive spell, the priest would have to help out.”
There is no noble in the capital who is unaware that there is a traitor among the mediums. Any medium who practices poisoning or curses would be viewed with suspicion, and in these times, they would try their best to avoid getting involved.
Because no one wants to be branded a traitor by trying to curse someone they hold a grudge against.
“Someone who is in desperate need of something: curse, assassination, or sorcery.”
Only such a person would reach out to suspicious mediums.
“Who would be there, someone like that?”
Hmm, maybe I should use the charcoal to ask the mediums. Are there any strange requests these days?
“...Strange. I think I’ve heard a story about someone like that recently.”
Erne's eyes narrowed. Judith also began to recall her memories.
A few days ago, she heard a story about an old man who was so senile that he shouted, "I have to have a son to continue the family line, the family line!" and it flashed through her mind.
“Count Wilbur!”
Yes, she had completely forgotten about Viscount Wilbur. Even the place where Tan met the supposed Shadin was near Viscount Wilbur's house!
As business went downhill, she became so focused on it that trivial things like Viscount Wilbur were forgotten.
“I need to find out what’s going on at Viscount Wilbur’s residence.”
If you suddenly send the security force, he might notice. Even the security forces in plain clothes might not know.
Was it a stranger hanging around the Wilbur estate? It was a perfect place to be suspicious.
What if he sends him in disguised as a servant? The priest is not stupid and would not bring in a new servant at a time like this.
They will probably use all sorts of threats to make sure that no new employees are hired.
But what if we brought out the people inside the Wilbur household, the people who knew the inside story?
***
“Go and stop talking nonsense.”
“Yes, father.”
Viscountess Stella Wilbur glanced behind her father at her younger brother's slightly open room. Acrid smoke was wafting from inside.
Even healthy people cough and feel dizzy when they smell it, so is it okay for a patient to smell it?
Stella was worried, but she couldn't say anything. Even though she was well over twenty years old, she was still afraid of her father.
“Then I’ll be back.”
Since the medium's recent appearance, Viscount Wilbur has ordered everyone in his residence to refrain from going out.
However, the Baron Briggs's residence, with whom the families were friendly, sent an invitation to a banquet to announce the Young Lady's wedding.
It was obvious that if no one from the Wilbur family attended the banquet, there would be gossip.
Viscount Wilbur, who had become very sensitive these days, sent Stella to the banquet because he didn't want to hear such gossip.
'Thank goodness I can get out of the house.'
The atmosphere at the yard these days was strange. Her father was excited at the prospect of saving her younger brother, while his servants were terrified, believing it to be witchcraft.
“They’re all here, Miss.”
While she was thinking about this and that, she soon arrived at Baron Briggs' residence.
Stella, who was getting off the carriage and entering the Baron's residence under the guidance of a maid, stopped in her tracks.
“Isn’t this a banquet hall?”
“Yes, our lady would like to see you separately for a moment.”
Stella was puzzled but went into the reception room where Layla was waiting.
“Hello, Young Lady of Viscount Wilbur.”
There was someone else waiting for Stella, not Layla. It was Miss Harrington, who sold incense.
“What's going on?”
“Actually, I have something I wanted to ask you, so I asked Baron Briggs to let me see you.”
Judith was holding a wanted poster in her hand as she greeted him politely.
Stella's eyes shook as if there was an earthquake. As if something was bothering her.
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