"Mom...?"
The child muttered softly as if talking to himself.
The child who had been so fierce until just a moment ago calmed down as soon as the word 'Mom' was mentioned.
'There is no one who gives children as much stability as their mother.'
That would be the same even for a vengeful spirit.
“Yes, Heath. I’m your mom’s friend. I came to see you at your mom’s request...”
"Lie."
"Yes?"
“Don’t lie! My mom doesn’t have any friends!”
I was a little taken aback by the child's determined reaction, but I soon nodded.
'Well, I guess she'll always be alone.'
Even though she married Deron Ganeth and became a noblewoman, Netanya, whose status as a human was unclear, was not welcome here.
Her family and even her servants ostracized her, so there would be no noble lady who would want to associate with her.
'You must have been lonely.'
Twelve years is not a short time, and it would not have been any different for Netanya, who lives forever.
I was feeling sad, but then I met the child's eyes again.
“Why doesn’t she have any friends? You just didn’t know, Netanya has friends too.”
The child flinched and shook his shoulders at the sound of his mother's name coming out of my mouth.
“But I’ve never heard of it...”
“I'm telling you the truth.”
Although it was not discussed with Netanya, she is a colleague who shares the same cause, so isn't she no different from a friend?
In addition, there is Chihara, who has not been able to show a clear expression since seeing the ruined Netanya.
The child, who was slightly confused by my confident expression, asked cautiously.
“Really... are you my mom’s friend?”
“That's what I said.”
I noticed that the child's spirits had softened a little, so I smiled and walked forward.
“Mom is very worried.”
“Mom, me?”
“Yes. She's worried that if you continue to disrupt the order of this world, your soul will be shattered.”
“But my mother...”
“Yeah. She's hurt a little. But she's okay now. She's all better.”
“Really? Is Mom feeling better?”
“I told you so. I’ll take you to Mom. So let’s get out of here. Yes? Good job, Heath?”
One step, one step.
I slowly closed the distance between us so the child wouldn't notice, and then carefully grabbed the child's hand.
I held the child, feeling the body temperature of the dead body, which was not even a little warm.
I hope that Netanya's heart, which must have been worried about the child's soul even while she was out of her mind, can move Heath's heart.
But it seemed that Netanya's heart could not overcome the resentment in Heath's heart.
“Tak,” said the child who had roughly struck my hand, his eyes sparkling.
“I’m not going.”
"Heath!"
“I’m going to do the same to the person who killed my father, killed me, and made my mother suffer. I’m going to make them feel the same pain of losing a family member. I won’t go until then.”
I let out a deep sigh at the sight of Heath's eyes widening with resentment towards the current Count Ganeth.
“So when are you going to take revenge? You are not an archangel like your mother. Your mother had her abilities limited in the human world, so you did not inherit any abilities.”
“...”
“You’re just a vengeful spirit. You can cause minor accidents or haunt people and harass them, but you can’t do anything more than that. Human life force isn’t so easily destroyed.”
“It doesn’t matter. Just do it until they die.”
“Well, how much time do you have left? It might be quicker for your soul to be broken than for this child to die. Then the child will be fine again, and your uncle will not be punished at all. Is that okay?”
The child bit his tender lips as if my persuasion had worked.
I spoke to the child as if to comfort him.
“I’ll do it for you.”
"...you?"
“Yes. Those who murdered your father and you and tormented your mother will be punished. So please stop ruining yourself, Heath. Yes?”
I cautiously took his hand again, and luckily this time Heath didn't push it away.
The next morning.
The Count came down to the kitchen himself from dawn and harassed the servants.
“They are precious guests who will never return to Count Ganeth’s house, so you must prepare thoroughly. If you make even one mistake, you will be severely punished! Do you understand?”
“I will keep that in mind, Count!”
The servants answered in unison.
Still feeling uneasy, the Count watched them cook with a fire in his eyes.
Since it was a rare opportunity to see the Crown Prince and the Saintess at the same time, he planned to make good use of this opportunity to get a good look at them.
Offering someone a night's lodging won't make any great connections, but getting to know them will help him out in the future.
'I also need to ask the Saintess to heal Genos.'
The Count's greed was passed on to his servants and was reborn as a splendid breakfast.
The Count, who was checking the dishes that filled the table for the last time, ran towards Shaen, the Crown Prince, and their entourage as they entered the restaurant.
“Have you had a cough? How was your sleep?”
“I slept well thanks to the Count’s care.”
“Oh, thank goodness. I was worried that I might have caused you inconvenience due to my lack of preparation, but now that you’ve said that, I feel a little better.”
The Count, whose mouth was wide open in response to the Crown Prince's positive answer, hurriedly led them to the table.
“Okay, okay. You must be hungry, so please take a seat. It’s a small meal, but I’ve prepared it with all my heart.”
“It looks like you put a lot of thought into it. I’ll enjoy it.”
As the Crown Prince began to speak, those sitting at the table began to pick up their forks and knives one by one.
The Count, who had been watching the Crown Prince and Shayne eating, let out a sigh of relief.
'I guess it suits your taste, judging by your good expression. After all, I put so much effort into preparing it.'
The Count, who had been praising himself for coming down to the kitchen from dawn and harassing the servants, was about to take a bite of a steak when Shayne stopped eating and asked.
“Your Grace. Is your son sick these days?”
“Huh? How about that...”
The Count, who had been blinking his eyes in bewilderment, continued speaking with a gloomy expression.
“Yes, that’s right. He was a very healthy boy when he was young, but he has been a bit weak for the past few years, and he has been sick in bed for the past year. I beg you, please, Saintess, to take a look at him...”
“He's going to die soon.”
"Yes?"
The Count dropped the fork and knife he was holding at the sound that came like a bolt from the blue, cutting off his horse's tail.
It was a mistake he would never make when dining with such distinguished people, but he was so shocked that he couldn't even apologize.
Shayne, who had been staring blankly at the Count, opened her mouth.
“Last night, I received a revelation from the goddess.”
“A revelation? What the... Are you saying that you received a revelation that my child will die?”
“Yes, and the sign is from the Count’s sins.”
“My sin, are you saying?”
At first, he had no idea what crime she was talking about.
While the Count just stared blankly, Shayne wiped her mouth with a napkin and said.
“I will give you this opportunity as a token of my gratitude for your hospitality to an unexpected guest. Confess all your sins and repent, Count. Then your son’s life will be saved.”
“No. No, wait a minute, Your Ladyship! I don’t understand at all... What sins are you telling me to confess and what are you asking me to repent for?”
“You’re still trying to hide it.”
Shayne sighed and stared at the Count with slightly wrinkled eyes.
There was a deep disgust in her beautiful green eyes.
“What you did to the former Count and his successor. You coveted the countship and caused the deaths of your brother and nephew.”
“Th, what is that...”
The Count, who had been stammering with a pale face for a moment, suddenly shouted.
“What are you talking about? I killed my brother and nephew! And that was just for a title! How can you say such things about me?”
“This is not the time to deny it. The spirit of your nephew, whom you poisoned, has become a vengeful spirit and is sucking the life out of your son. If this continues..."
“Stop it! Stop it!”
The Count shouted again.
“Even though you are a Saintess, I cannot possibly keep my position after being insulted like this. I will rise first. Please forgive my rudeness.”
The Count bowed to the Crown Prince and left the restaurant with a cold face.
Although his attitude clearly showed his displeasure, inside he was actually trembling with anxiety.
'What, what? How did you not know?'
The fact that he murdered his brother and nephew was a closely guarded secret for years.
After the incident, all those involved were killed and their mouths were shut, so it never came to light.
But how did the Saintess know?
'Wait. A vengeful spirit? Come to think of it...'
The child muttered softly as if talking to himself.
The child who had been so fierce until just a moment ago calmed down as soon as the word 'Mom' was mentioned.
'There is no one who gives children as much stability as their mother.'
That would be the same even for a vengeful spirit.
“Yes, Heath. I’m your mom’s friend. I came to see you at your mom’s request...”
"Lie."
"Yes?"
“Don’t lie! My mom doesn’t have any friends!”
I was a little taken aback by the child's determined reaction, but I soon nodded.
'Well, I guess she'll always be alone.'
Even though she married Deron Ganeth and became a noblewoman, Netanya, whose status as a human was unclear, was not welcome here.
Her family and even her servants ostracized her, so there would be no noble lady who would want to associate with her.
'You must have been lonely.'
Twelve years is not a short time, and it would not have been any different for Netanya, who lives forever.
I was feeling sad, but then I met the child's eyes again.
“Why doesn’t she have any friends? You just didn’t know, Netanya has friends too.”
The child flinched and shook his shoulders at the sound of his mother's name coming out of my mouth.
“But I’ve never heard of it...”
“I'm telling you the truth.”
Although it was not discussed with Netanya, she is a colleague who shares the same cause, so isn't she no different from a friend?
In addition, there is Chihara, who has not been able to show a clear expression since seeing the ruined Netanya.
The child, who was slightly confused by my confident expression, asked cautiously.
“Really... are you my mom’s friend?”
“That's what I said.”
I noticed that the child's spirits had softened a little, so I smiled and walked forward.
“Mom is very worried.”
“Mom, me?”
“Yes. She's worried that if you continue to disrupt the order of this world, your soul will be shattered.”
“But my mother...”
“Yeah. She's hurt a little. But she's okay now. She's all better.”
“Really? Is Mom feeling better?”
“I told you so. I’ll take you to Mom. So let’s get out of here. Yes? Good job, Heath?”
One step, one step.
I slowly closed the distance between us so the child wouldn't notice, and then carefully grabbed the child's hand.
I held the child, feeling the body temperature of the dead body, which was not even a little warm.
I hope that Netanya's heart, which must have been worried about the child's soul even while she was out of her mind, can move Heath's heart.
But it seemed that Netanya's heart could not overcome the resentment in Heath's heart.
“Tak,” said the child who had roughly struck my hand, his eyes sparkling.
“I’m not going.”
"Heath!"
“I’m going to do the same to the person who killed my father, killed me, and made my mother suffer. I’m going to make them feel the same pain of losing a family member. I won’t go until then.”
I let out a deep sigh at the sight of Heath's eyes widening with resentment towards the current Count Ganeth.
“So when are you going to take revenge? You are not an archangel like your mother. Your mother had her abilities limited in the human world, so you did not inherit any abilities.”
“...”
“You’re just a vengeful spirit. You can cause minor accidents or haunt people and harass them, but you can’t do anything more than that. Human life force isn’t so easily destroyed.”
“It doesn’t matter. Just do it until they die.”
“Well, how much time do you have left? It might be quicker for your soul to be broken than for this child to die. Then the child will be fine again, and your uncle will not be punished at all. Is that okay?”
The child bit his tender lips as if my persuasion had worked.
I spoke to the child as if to comfort him.
“I’ll do it for you.”
"...you?"
“Yes. Those who murdered your father and you and tormented your mother will be punished. So please stop ruining yourself, Heath. Yes?”
I cautiously took his hand again, and luckily this time Heath didn't push it away.
***
The next morning.
The Count came down to the kitchen himself from dawn and harassed the servants.
“They are precious guests who will never return to Count Ganeth’s house, so you must prepare thoroughly. If you make even one mistake, you will be severely punished! Do you understand?”
“I will keep that in mind, Count!”
The servants answered in unison.
Still feeling uneasy, the Count watched them cook with a fire in his eyes.
Since it was a rare opportunity to see the Crown Prince and the Saintess at the same time, he planned to make good use of this opportunity to get a good look at them.
Offering someone a night's lodging won't make any great connections, but getting to know them will help him out in the future.
'I also need to ask the Saintess to heal Genos.'
The Count's greed was passed on to his servants and was reborn as a splendid breakfast.
The Count, who was checking the dishes that filled the table for the last time, ran towards Shaen, the Crown Prince, and their entourage as they entered the restaurant.
“Have you had a cough? How was your sleep?”
“I slept well thanks to the Count’s care.”
“Oh, thank goodness. I was worried that I might have caused you inconvenience due to my lack of preparation, but now that you’ve said that, I feel a little better.”
The Count, whose mouth was wide open in response to the Crown Prince's positive answer, hurriedly led them to the table.
“Okay, okay. You must be hungry, so please take a seat. It’s a small meal, but I’ve prepared it with all my heart.”
“It looks like you put a lot of thought into it. I’ll enjoy it.”
As the Crown Prince began to speak, those sitting at the table began to pick up their forks and knives one by one.
The Count, who had been watching the Crown Prince and Shayne eating, let out a sigh of relief.
'I guess it suits your taste, judging by your good expression. After all, I put so much effort into preparing it.'
The Count, who had been praising himself for coming down to the kitchen from dawn and harassing the servants, was about to take a bite of a steak when Shayne stopped eating and asked.
“Your Grace. Is your son sick these days?”
“Huh? How about that...”
The Count, who had been blinking his eyes in bewilderment, continued speaking with a gloomy expression.
“Yes, that’s right. He was a very healthy boy when he was young, but he has been a bit weak for the past few years, and he has been sick in bed for the past year. I beg you, please, Saintess, to take a look at him...”
“He's going to die soon.”
"Yes?"
The Count dropped the fork and knife he was holding at the sound that came like a bolt from the blue, cutting off his horse's tail.
It was a mistake he would never make when dining with such distinguished people, but he was so shocked that he couldn't even apologize.
Shayne, who had been staring blankly at the Count, opened her mouth.
“Last night, I received a revelation from the goddess.”
“A revelation? What the... Are you saying that you received a revelation that my child will die?”
“Yes, and the sign is from the Count’s sins.”
“My sin, are you saying?”
At first, he had no idea what crime she was talking about.
While the Count just stared blankly, Shayne wiped her mouth with a napkin and said.
“I will give you this opportunity as a token of my gratitude for your hospitality to an unexpected guest. Confess all your sins and repent, Count. Then your son’s life will be saved.”
“No. No, wait a minute, Your Ladyship! I don’t understand at all... What sins are you telling me to confess and what are you asking me to repent for?”
“You’re still trying to hide it.”
Shayne sighed and stared at the Count with slightly wrinkled eyes.
There was a deep disgust in her beautiful green eyes.
“What you did to the former Count and his successor. You coveted the countship and caused the deaths of your brother and nephew.”
“Th, what is that...”
The Count, who had been stammering with a pale face for a moment, suddenly shouted.
“What are you talking about? I killed my brother and nephew! And that was just for a title! How can you say such things about me?”
“This is not the time to deny it. The spirit of your nephew, whom you poisoned, has become a vengeful spirit and is sucking the life out of your son. If this continues..."
“Stop it! Stop it!”
The Count shouted again.
“Even though you are a Saintess, I cannot possibly keep my position after being insulted like this. I will rise first. Please forgive my rudeness.”
The Count bowed to the Crown Prince and left the restaurant with a cold face.
Although his attitude clearly showed his displeasure, inside he was actually trembling with anxiety.
'What, what? How did you not know?'
The fact that he murdered his brother and nephew was a closely guarded secret for years.
After the incident, all those involved were killed and their mouths were shut, so it never came to light.
But how did the Saintess know?
'Wait. A vengeful spirit? Come to think of it...'
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