'What, hey?'
Looking down at the Count's back in bewilderment. Mrs. Becker muttered quietly.
"I was hesitant. Killing you right now is in my best interest and for my son... but when I think about it, I feel wronged. You came into my hands in such a helpless way, and I have to kill you after you can't do it once."
"..."
"I almost died because of you, right? My precious son was rarely born. I barely survived, but in the end I was lame."
"..."
Overcome by a foreboding, he quickly crawled toward the rope. Seeing the Count, Mrs. Becker coldly sneered.
"I don't know how many times I've thought about it. Would you like to be like your father? Will it make you live in bed for the rest of your life without dying? How many times have I been caught up in such an impulse..."
His father was paralyzed and could barely roll his eyes, and he died while surviving. The Count's face turned white as he imagined himself dying in the room.
"But there was a problem. Odette is trying to usurp my son's title. She is even trying to overturn the law so that women can inherit titles. Revenge is important, but isn't my baby the most important?"
"Ba, bane."
"What I mean is that you have to die quickly before the law is changed so that my son can have a title."
The Count, who was barely close to the flutter, raised his head closely. The pillow hit his face in an instant, cutting off the air.
His mouth was pounding as he couldn't breathe. He struggled with his arms and tried to remove the pillow from his face, but to no avail.
"Still, your son should be a Count than Odette, right? So let's cooperate."
Even if he twisted his whole body, she could not shake off Mrs. Becker's strength. She was no match for him until a few days ago, but now she was overpowering him so easily.
"Your funeral will not be held properly, and your body will not be buried in the Count's grave. I want to make you pay for the sin of having the next Count born in the attic, even if it is dead. If I take such a trivial revenge, I will be less unjustified."
The pillow on the Count's face pressed harder against his neck, nose, and mouth.
The Count's body was weakened by a thump. Nevertheless, she pressed down on the pillow for a long time, and then she put it away with a regretful expression, knowing that he was definitely dead.
Then she pulled the rope on behalf of the Count. When the maids came running.
Mrs. Becker was sobbing with a damp face.
"My master has died. While I was away for a while... He died in the end."
***
After Odette's audience with the Emperor. Shion persuaded her to stay at his mansion.
When he persuaded Odette, he argued that 'Mrs. Becker would not commit murder without you being present,' but that was just a justification. Shion had dragged her with him because of hia followers watching over the Count.
"The other boys don't need to see all the Transcendents; stay in the Count's Palace."
Odette is popular among people of all genders and ages, but the majority of the fanatical fans who came to the mansion were men.
They didn't even want to see Odette and the Transcendents taking a walk. They pretend to adore Odette Innocently, but in reality, they are just like Shion, and they are sure to look at her through the eyes of a male.
Sharing Odette with other Transcendents is already enough to make it tight. How could he put up with Odette's appearance in the minds of others in such a situation?
Moreover, he was not sure how heavy the mouths of the Count's servants were. If those junior servants, who are beginners at first glance, go somewhere and make fun of their mouths...
"...Oh."
Odette's lamentation shattered Shion's mind. Dressed neatly in a shirt and pants, he got up from the bedside table and headed for the bed.
"Did you wake up?"
She had fallen asleep as if she had fainted, and she had finally woken up. When she opened her eyes, she stretched out her arms and tried to wrap the blanket around herself.
"Don't cover it, it's messy."
He didn't change the bedding because he was worried that it might disturb Odette's good sleep, so even now that the sun was in the middle of the sky, the bed and blanket were still in a mess.
To be honest, rather than wanting to wake her up, Shion didn't want to break the gap between the two of them. He wanted to let her sleep on his bed for a very long time, not wake up. That alone satisfied a little bit of the despicable possessiveness that he always suppressed.
However, Odette pulled the blanket despite Shion's urging.
"Even if you don't want to cover it..."
Odette, who pulled the blanket and hid herself, felt more like she didn't have the energy to answer than to ignore him.
Shion smiled and anointed his palms with perfumed oil. Then he carefully squeezed her feet, which jumped out of the blanket.
It was to massage her feet.
"That's it."
Odette tried to shake his hand away with a light swing, but Shion began kneading her foot.
"Your muscles are tight. You don't have to be on your little feet."
"Who is to blame for that?"
Odette glared at Shion with her axe eyes open, and he smiled softly.
Shion was usually afraid to offend her, but when he was immersed in her, he would turn into a different person. Like someone who doesn't have self-control.
The sinner, who had nothing to refute, shut up and carefully rubbed her feet. Odette refused at first, but the massage was more comfortable than she expected, so she quietly surrendered her feet.
He was thrilled that he could be so intimate with Odette. To be able to hold Odette in his arms and serve her, he wanted to kneel down and kiss her feet right away.
'I'm sure you're going to wash your feet first, so I can't really kiss them.'
Naturally, Shion still hadn't won any of Odette's hearts. She put off Shion's order as if she were dealing with something she didn't want to do, and when she couldn't possibly put it off, she reluctantly came to him.
Shion, who had been forcibly ignoring the painful and bitter facts and was barely concentrating on emotion and joy, spoke in a friendly voice.
"Sleep a little."
"We have to get up now. Karl will be waiting for me."
At that, Shion's hand stopped. Karl's cunning that provoked Odette's guilt worked so well for her.
Odette had developed a bad habit. After purifying another transcendent, he always goes to appease Karl.
His stomach swelled for a moment, but Shion smiled. Then he kissed Odette's cheek as if he didn't care. He shouldn't even care about his own feelings.
Odette, who was receiving a relaxing massage, opened her mouth as if she had suddenly remembered.
"Your Excellency, how is the noble council going?"
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