Catherine rolled her eyes and thought.
"Why did Rilkena and flower tea suddenly... Oh, maybe it's because of the myth that Rilkena flowers bewitch witches and cause them to die?"
"It's not a myth. It's real."
"Oh my God! I'll go to see it right away!"
While Catherine ran to pick Rilkena flowers, Gremory, who had turned into a cat, hid in the Duke of Ortega.
The inside of the Duke's residence was gloomy because of the witch's aura. The male servants, who were firmly possessed by Lace, couldn't sleep and were busy guarding all over the hallway.
Gremory went to Lace, hiding as much as she could. The position of Lace, where she could not hide, was clearly felt.
Lace was occupying the powder room. She was rummaging through Catherine's jewelry box and talking to Duke Ortega. Gremory jumped up to the windowsill and opened the window slightly, and a conversation came through the crack.
Lace threw the jewels on the floor and tried to get angry with Duke Ortega.
"Is this all the jewelry? I heard that all kinds of rare minerals come out of the Duke of Ortega, but it's more boring than I thought."
"Lace, please wait a little longer. Kenneth went to another estate to get jewels for Lace. You'll find your favorite gem in no time."
"Tell him to come back quickly. I'm in a hurry right now. I need to find it quickly and go somewhere else."
"But could you tell me what kind of jewelry you are looking for?"
"I told you, I don't know. Don't skewer it, bring warm water and wipe my feet."
The Duke of Ortega bowed his upper body. Then, he scooped water into the basin and started washing Lace's feet.
"Brush it more carefully. You're not as good as your son."
"...Yes, Miss Lace."
"Is the answer cool? Are you dissatisfied?"
"Oh, no!"
The disgraced Duke Ortega rubbed her feet harder. Lace felt a strange slight and stared at Duke Ortega.
"You."
"..."
"The curse has been lifted."
"!"
Lace laughed bitterly and grabbed the Duke of Ortega by the hair. Holding onto the little hair left, the Duke of Ortega froze without even struggling.
"Raise your head and look into my eyes."
"I don't like it! Like this wicked witch!"
"Be careful what you say to the wicked witch. Do you know what I'm going to do to your children?"
"You'd rather kill me, you terrible witch!"
"I can't do that yet. You have to find the jewelry I want."
"Why are you so obsessed with jewelry? Ugh!"
"If you're so curious, I'll tell you. I need to recreate the magic tool to hide my body. That's how it should be... Ugh!"
Gremory jumped up and hit the back of Lace's head with her front foot. Lace let go of Duke Ortega's hair and glared at the black cat.
"What, what? Could it be Gremory? How... you!"
"Your heart is also big. Dare to touch one of the four great dukes of the empire? Did you think I wouldn't find out?"
Lace's frightened eyes shook mercilessly. Lace has been thoroughly managing the news of her existence so far so that it does not leak out. But how did it get into Gremory's ears?
"Damn, hey, Duke Ortega. Did you spread the rumor?"
"What if that inspiration is rumored?"
Gremory, who had transformed into a human, looked down at Lace. Lace, who couldn't use her strength because she didn't have an orb, sat down tightly on her chair."
"Me... there, Gremory."
"To find a magical gem and remake the orb? Are you going to hide again and bother me with that?"
"That...!"
"Catherine, come in and give her the tea."
Catherine, who had been watching from outside the powder room, quietly appeared. Lace instantly recognized the identity of the yellow tea she was carrying.
"Wait, Gremory! Listen to me!"
"Did you listen to me when you tried to kill Chession? Shut up, drink that, and die finely."
Gremory had no intention of watching Lace. If you let her live ambiguously, she might do something big again. Especially now that Chession's birthday is approaching, Gremory was very sensitive.
Lace was frightened by the Rilkena tea getting closer.
"Sister! Please have mercy on this poor life!"
She fell face down on the floor.
Silence flowed. Gremory looked down at Lace with a dumbfounded look. Did the news that Alice survived in this way spread among the witches?
"What are you doing now?"
"If you let me live, I will be my sister's servant for the rest of my life."
"There are already many species."
"Sister, please! I have nowhere to go! In the demon world, the demon god eats the souls of witches as soon as they come, and in the human world, they are chased by my sisters."
Lace stumbled over to her knees, grabbed Gremory's ankle, and begged.
"I was forcibly summoned to the demon world a few days ago and almost died, but I finally escaped to the human world. So please give me a chance to survive. Yes? I tried to recreate the orb to hide myself from the demon god."
"Why is the demon god eating all the souls of witches?"
"I don't know! If she eats it like that, there won't be a single person left, but I don't know why she does it because she eats it as a King."
Gremory pondered. Serietti was willing to sit on the throne to save her people. Why did she suddenly change and kill all of her people? Did she lose her mind because two pieces of the original soul were smashed?
"Didn't the demon god say anything?"
"Yes, there is. No matter how hard my sister tried, she said she wouldn't die. And I'm going to die because I miss my sister."
"You won't die? Isn't that just a bluff?"
"I looked confident for that."
"Why is the information so poor? It's useless. Just die."
"Come on, wait, sister! I'm pregnant! I can't die like this, even for my child!"
Lace howled as she pointed to her stomach. Only then did Gremory notice that Lace's belly was a little bulging.
'What is it? Witches only have children when they have a special goal. Because their lifespan is ignorantly long, there is no point in breeding... Could it be that she was pregnant to sacrifice her child instead of herself, like my mother?'
It seemed very likely. As a top-notch witch, she must have harbored fear that she would one day become a sacrifice. The reason she put her child forward now is only to arouse sympathy and save her life.
"You."
"Yes? Yes! Sister."
"Honestly. Why did you have it?"
"That's because I have a demon I love..."
"What's the dad's name?"
"...Mo, I don't know."
"Drink."
Gremory's angry eyes lit up. She doesn't know if Lave is pregnant or not, but she couldn't help but look like her own mother.
"Me, there, sister..."
"If you don't want to drink it, raise it."
"Yes?
"Raise it upright. Then I'll save you."
Gremory turned her gaze to Catherine.
"Catherine, give me a girl's name."
"Yes? Well, how about Veronis?"
"Leis, your name is Veronis from now on. Recognize the new name given to humans, abandon the power of witches, and live as humans. If you want to live in the human world, you have to do that."
"Yes? Then, my sister also lives in the human world, so right now... Yes, I will."
Lace, who was trying to make a fuss, grasped the situation and lowered her tail.
"If I hear that you have used the witch's power, I will immediately look for you and step on you. Even if I hear that your child is unhappy. Raise your child as a human, not a demon."
"...Even if my sister doesn't ask me to do that, my child will be raised happily."
"Why? Wasn't he a child to sacrifice instead of you?"
"At first, it was like that. But now all I have is my child. My only friend, Etna, also died, and the demon world became like that because of the Demon King..."
Lace knelt down properly in front of Gremory.
"I'm sorry for hurting my sister's lover. I will formally apologize for the sake of my child."
"Come on."
"From now on, I will live as a human Veronis. I won't harass other humans, I'll live by earing only the darkness that naturally rises."
"Contract signed."
Gremory's eyes lit up red. At the same time, a restraint was placed on Lace's neck.
"Now let's get rid of the brainwashing of people and get out of here right away."
"Yes, sister. Thank you for saving me."
Lace bowed her head and obediently walked out of the Duke's mansion. The servants of the Duke, who had awakened from the brainwashing, looked around to understand the situation.
Gremory felt a little relieved.
It was a message to her mother and a comfort to herself, who had suffered as a child.
She hopes there will be no more children with wounds like hers.
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