THIBV - Chapter 123

Word of Penelope's death reached Isaac as well.

"Die? Why?"

"The cause is unknown."

Cedric reported stiffly.

"If the cause is unknown, that means she was murdered, right?"

Isaac stuck out his tongue.

"Did Bridget kill her? Huh?"

"Unknown cause means murder..."

"I think Bridget killed her. If not Bridget, who else would do something Iike that? Poisonous. Very poisonous."

"..."

Cedric shut his mouth in annoyance.

Isaac, who had made a judgment on his own, showed Cedric the goosebumps on his arm and said, 'Look at this.'

Cedric pretended not to see and said nothing, but Isaac chattered on and on.

"As expected, women's fights are really scary, scary. How can they be so vicious! The saying that a woman's enemy is another woman is exactly right. It's women's nature to compete and fight until only one survives in the group."

Cedric was startled.

'I can't believe you can use such a convenient method.'

Isaac's behavior of evading all responsibility and blame for all this by saying that it was because the two women had wrong natures was outrageous.

It was amazing how clever and smooth the way he simply shifted responsibility behind narrow-minded words was.

"Ugh, scary women."

Isaac shuddered.

Cedric felt more scared and vicious because of him. It was an Instinctive fear of someone from whom one could not expect humanity.

'But still, is that how you react when you believe that the woman you once loved, and the person who gave birth to the baby you cherished so much, was murdered?'

Vedric felt sorry for Penelope, who trusted that man and followed him to Winston's mansion.

'No, no.'

Cedric shook his head.

No matter what, Penelope, who administered poison to pregnant women, was a demon who could not be pitied.

It was just the devil meeting the devil.

Bridget was brave enough to escape the gap without being eaten alive and kill one of the two demons.

Maybe God is helping her.

Isaac had been sitting at his desk since morning, busily writing something.

Sometimes he would clutch his stomach and groan.

"Oh, my stomach. I'm the only one dying in a fight between women. Ugh."

Isaac has been under a lot of stress lately, both internally and externally.

Moreover, it seemed that Isaac was even more stressed when he started to believe that Eli had been kidnapped.

He suffered from a stomach ailment so severe that he could hardly eat any food.

Today, he couldn't even swallow the thinly boiled soup properly and he was complaining of an upset stomach and a queasy feeling.

Isaac withered away day by day.

There was public opinion that sympathized with him as they watched their master wither away, but Cedric blocked such public opinion by saying that Isaac was not paying his wages and that Bridget was taking care of it.

It was Bridget who was currently paying the wages of the employees at Winston Manor. Isaac, who was preoccupied with something else, did not know that the wages were overdue or that Bridget was blocking them.

Isaac's withering away was originally a result of his karma.

In fact, he didn't know that and only blamed Bridget.

And yet, what he was writing at his desk was a letter of reflection to send to Bridget.

"Please give Eli back, Bridget... It was all my fault."

Isaac showed Cedric a letter of reflection in which he wrote down his mistakes in detail.

"What do you think? If Bridget sees this, will she feel a little swayed?"

"I think it would be better to change the part where it says, 'It's because Penelope was evil. I didn't know anything, but I'm sorry anyway. It doesn't feel like remorse at all."

"How hard it is to apologize when you didn't know!"

Cedric stomped on Isaac's foot, which was sticking out from under the desk.

"Ouch! What are you doing, butler!"

"Oh, what did I do? I don't know, but... I'm sorry.

"What? Are you done talking? Let's see, let's see...!"

"...Don't you think that's what your wife thinks too?"

Isaac glared at Cedric, grinning.

"Fuck! Why did you have to tell me this instead of just saying it out loud? It just keeps creeping up..."

"Even at this moment, Master Eli is probably crying in fear in an unknown place. This is not the time. You should hurry and try as much as you can."

Isaac bit his lip and picked up the pen he had put down while swearing.

"Fix it. fix it! Ugh, my stomach... Oh my, my stomach..."

***

At that moment, Julian was glaring at Bridget with a sharp gaze.

Long fingers tapped the ornate gold decoration on the arm of the sofa.

She was fiddling with her teacup, oblivious to his gaze.

The tea had already cooled down a long time ago.

Her head was in a state of confusion.

It was like an aftereffect. The trial with Penelope, the terrible evils she learned of her from there, and her death.. The aftereffects of all that.

'How low was Penelope willing to go? Is it possible for a human being to do that for themselves?'

As someone who had little motivation for herself, she had a hard time understanding Penelope.

Bridget was a person who moved for her family in her past life and for Julian in this life.

Millea said that Bridget's problem was that she lived for other people.

But Bridget, who had only lived like that, didn't know how not to do that.

In that respect, Penelope and Bridget were polar opposites.

Julian found it strange that the two were friends, but he also thought that maybe that was why she and Penelope were able to remain friends.

He also felt sorry for leaving Penelope alone to use her as bait for Linchester's plan, and for creating unnecessary victims...

Many thoughts piled up in my head without me realizing it.

And those thoughts, without Bridget knowing, attracted Magi.

The object of resentment left such an evil residue even after destruction.

"Look at me, Bridget."

Bridget didn't hear Julian's voice.

She was finally shaken out of her reverie when the teacup she had been fiddling with suddenly tipped over onto her lap, spilling the tea onto the hem of her dress.

“Ah?”

Bridget looked up at Julian, who had knocked over his teacup.

Before she knew it, he was sitting at the table, facing her.

"Look at me."

"Sorry. I guess I was thinking of something else."

Julian frowned.

"I should have killed them all with my own hands back then."

"Huh?"

"If that were the case, this place would be filled with my thoughts?"

Julian tapped Bridget on the head.

Then he lowered his hand and grabbed her chin.

He had his feet on the sofa and his arms crossed, which was exactly the posture of a thug.

"I thought I told you that I wouldn't allow you to have any feelings or thoughts that aren't related to me."

"The fact that Penelope died came so suddenly that I didn't realize it. I'm not saying I feel sorry for her, but I guess it's because we've known each other for a long time."

But Bridget's explanation provoked Julian even more.

"Were your thoughts stolen without you even realizing it?"

Julian stood up, glaring at Bridget with an angry expression on his face.

"Julian."

Bridget felt Julian's magi running wild.

On the surface, it looked like he was just being overly sensitive and angry... but judging from the flow of magi, It wasn't just simple irritation.

He was so anxious that he couldn't sit still.

'What are you worried about?'

As Julian was about to leave the reception room, he was suddenly grabbed from behind and held onto by someone.

"Where are you going?"

"I need stimulation."

"Come here. If that's the case, I'll cleanse it for you."

As Bridget put her hand on his back, he turned and grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"Put it away. I'm not in your head, but you're only in mine. It's unfair."

Then, before Bridget could catch him, he strode out.

Bridget stood there with a face that said she didn't understand him and looked at Julian's back.

"He's really mad."

This time, even Brigitte had a hard time figuring out Julian.

"Stimulation? What are you trying to do...?"

As soon as she saw Julian leave, Leticia, who had rushed into the living room, stopped.

"Are you wet?"

"I spilled my teacup. Can you help me change?"

"Yes."

Leticia tilted her head, looking back and forth between Bridget entering the room and the door to the living room where Julian had exited.

'The two of you have a different vibe than usual.'

Leticia followed Bridget Into the room and asked her a question as she helped her change into her dress.

"But would it be okay if you didn't follow His Majesty?"

"I think it would be better not to do that. I feel like I'm just provoking him today."

She thought about Penelope the whole time while she was next to Julian, which made him upset, so she thought it would be better to stay away from him for a bit.

It wasn't like Bridget wanted to think about Penelope either. It was an act of God. There was no way she wouldn't do it again while she was with Julian.

But Bridgrt felt a pang of regret at Leticia's subsequent words.

"He was carrying a sword?"

"What?"

"It looks like you're going to kill someone. Can I just go and watch?"

"... !"

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