But the masked nobles hardened like stones. Are they even breathing?
Without taking off the mask, he seemed to have a tired look on his face.
“I, that person…!”
“Why the hell are you here?”
“Shh, be quiet!”
Embarrassing whispers crawled the floor like ants.
The puppeteers were also confused, so the marionette, who lost the strings, fell in a strange shape.
Cruello strode forward as if enjoying the commotion, and the sound of his footsteps echoed the silence.
And there was also a chilling sound in it.
“Ahhh!”
Someone was terrified and screamed.
Cruello’s target, who had been stunned, seemed to have come to his senses just then.
Viscount Genium and the one who handed him the bag tried to run away.
Without letting go, Cruello swung his arm.
A red color spread through the air.
“That madman…”
I groaned and rubbed my forehead.
The breathtaking stillness was shattered at once, and loud screams erupted from all sides.
People pushed each other out of the theater.
The footsteps of the crowd echoed like screams.
In the meantime, there was only a single man who was relaxed.
“What if you suddenly ran away? I was surprised and swung my sword.”
“Why-why are you doing this to me, Your Majesty?”
“Why? Would that matter?”
“What nonsense!”
Ignoring the Viscount’s words, Cruello looked down at the floor.
He skillfully kicked up the bag that had fallen nearby and held it in his hand.
“I was watching the play, and you brought such a cumbersome thing.”
“That…!”
“By the way, you were going to give this to a friend.”
“Give it back!”
The Viscount rushed to Cruello, but he was thrown back with one kick.
While he moaned, Cruello opened the bag and spilled the contents.
All of a sudden, white gem-like grains rolled around the floor.
The silence of those who could not escape deepened.
Then, Cruello raised the corners of his mouth.
“Is the friendship very deep?”
“Ugh!”
Viscount Genium swung his cane as if it were a sword.
The blade hidden in the staff headed towards Cruello without hesitation…
Pak-
The Viscount’s attack ended in one hit.
From my side, I could see the scene, but that alone was like a mouse in front of a cat.
While achieving his intended purpose, he also obtained information that he didn’t need to know.
Cruello White Desert was just about to go out to the point where it was cute to say that it went wrong.
He grew up exactly as described in 〈Fate〉.
Pebula…
“How can this be known to the face of Count Bonetti?”
It’s not time to be mesmerized, let’s go back satisfied with the achievement for now.
I didn’t want to see more of that, so I got up from my seat.
At that moment.
“Just in time, there’s Count Bonetti’s daughter here, so what would you think of him?”
Cruello turned the bomb around.
He turned his head to me, and eyes flocked like waves along the man.
I also wore a mask when I entered the theater, but if my name is revealed, it is meaningless.
I muttered abusive language under my tongue, but the maniac didn’t know how to stop.
“Will you come here, Lady? You have to guide your father’s subordinates.”
At this point, I’d rather laugh.
“The count’s… She’s here?”
The viscount, who was bleeding thoroughly, was embarrassed and raised his head.
But the moment he discovered it was me, the embarrassment turned into a different meaning.
Just by looking at the hair color, it would have been obvious that it was not Minuet.
“Ciora Velvet?”
Cruello heard the murmur mixed with absurdity and contempt.
He immediately bit the bait.
“Do you call your owner’s name carelessly in Bonetti?”
“She’s Count Bonetti’s-”
“Well, when I think about it, I see. It’s up to you to neglect your owner. By the way.”
Cruello stopped talking without pretending to listen.
Then he suddenly raised his hand high with a sword.
Wait, really?
“It’s in my heart that I can’t stand my fiance being neglected.”
“Your highness, that’s not it. Save me!”
“God, forgive the man blinded by love.”
“Aaaah!”
Before he could even resist, the blade went down.
The blade split into fragments and flew in all directions.
The stage lights flickered slowly as one of the shards touched the stage lights.
The breaths of suppressed people were barely floating in the air.
Right in front of where the sword had been pierced, the Viscount, with his body rounded, wrapped his head and trembled.
“Hahaha.”
Suddenly, there was laughter.
It was easy to find the source because the space had become suffocatingly quiet.
Cruello.
Cruello White Desert laughed.
At first it was quiet, and then it got bigger and louder until it resounded at the back of the stage.
Everyone left in the theater looked in amazement.
Viscount Genium’s face looked almost like a dead man.
Cruello tapped him on the back.
“It was a joke.”
He said with a smirk in his voice.
The next moment, people flocked from outside.
The sun pattern on white armor, it was the Imperial Knights Templar.
They turned to Viscount Genium, who couldn’t even stand on his own feet, and to the one who had handed him the bag.
“Because this is a theater, I have only participated in plays. It is the Emperor’s responsibility to punish you.”
Cruello closed his eyes without even looking at the Viscount.
He even spread his arms.
Then.
“For His Majesty the Great Emperor.”
I believe I wasn’t the only one who wanted to smack him in the back of the head.
***
「Knowledge and money accumulates, and history progresses.
But, why does the power repeatedly gather and disappear in the short life of a human being?
Someone in ancient times thought:
‘Even if it’s the size of a speck of power, if you put together hundreds of years, you’ll be able to reach God.’
That’s how Morion came about.
Human magic, which was inherently finite, piled up and became enormous.
Then a considerable amount of impurities was mixed and energy was denied.
There was no one who could handle the force.
Thus, someone thought again.
‘Let’s make a vessel to handle Morion.’
They found veins familiar with unclean power, tied, crawled, and connected them.
After hundreds of years of effort, the right person was finally born.
The name of the child born was Cruello.」
“And the world perished.”
I went out of the temple to change the outcome and tried for years.
But everything is the same as 〈Fate〉 without any effort.
Sitting on the bed, I sighed.
There are three problems.
1. Tool = Morion
2. Crafters = White Desert Elders
3. Result = Cruello
Even if immediate destruction is prevented, the same thing can happen at any time if these three things are not eliminated.
So when I became Amy, I went looking for Morion while trying to edify Cruello.
If I remove Morion and then even remove the elders, it would be neat.
But of course.
“The Duke of White Desert wasn’t there.”
No matter how much I looked, it didn’t come out.
Presumably Morion is in the Duchy of White Desert.
“So you have to get married.”
To rummage around the Duchy without being questioned, I need a decent identity.
In the end, the conclusion is the same and the path is the same.
Let’s not be angry with Cruello’s behavior.
I took a deep breath, trying to forget what I saw in the theater.
Once, twice, three times.
At that moment, the door suddenly opened.
Having already felt the presence, I greeted without surprise.
“Hello, Minuet.”
It was Minuet Bonetti.
“The imperial knights just took someone away. What happened in the theater?”
“Well, the Count’s subordinate? I heard he brought in something.”
Minuet frowned slightly.
“You’re making Viscount Genium sound worse. After all, what is he doing business with at the place where you meet the duke?”
“You would’ve been the one to know that if you were going to accept the marriage talk by coming to the theater.”
“What?”
“You didn’t see it right? It was written at the end of the invitation.”
“In the first place, the duke summoned you to the place of trafficking.”
I was very determined to turn the Minuet upside down.
I opened my mouth in admiration.
“Okay if that’s the case, I know you often deal with contraband.”
“You speak insignificantly.”
“You’ll have a hard time, but will your family fail? That’s all you have to do if you cut the tail.”
Even though the subject was my father, Minuet spoke coldly.
Suddenly, I remembered what Gabot had said at the dinner table.
“You said that you were living proudly! At the very least, you shouldn’t have got caught with any weaknesses! Why should Bonetti become a duke’s toy because of father’s corruption!”
It seems that the count’s corruption is bigger than that of smuggling.
Anyway, there are so many bad guys in the world.
When you go back, you have to scrape the crime and report it.
“There is something more important than that.”
I thought she would be surprised, but Minuet laughed.
“Actually, I know that.”
“Huh?”
“It came a while ago.”
She gave her something of hers to me.
A letter with the seal of the White Desert.
It was written that he was happy to have a good relationship.
This was the greeting that concluded the letter decisively.
「Dear Lady, I would like to send my regards to Ciora Bonetti.
Cruello D. White Desert.」
It’s alright.
It wasn’t surprising because it was what I expected in itself, but Minuet’s expression was surprising.
She’s smiling like a different person.
“Aren’t you mad? I called you to the theater and accused my father.”
“It would be better than giving Bonetti to a dog.”
Did you think you’d lose 100% of your family if you got married?
What is Cruello’s reputation?
Minuet’s attitude has even become gentle.
“Since my father entered the palace, it would be easy to process the documents.”
“Hah. You have been very kind.”
“Shouldn’t families be treated the same?”
She gently bent her eyes.
“Congratulations on being Bonetti.”
Hearing that, I realized that I took a step back.
I wouldn’t freeze on the street.
“Let’s start the education tomorrow.”
“…Education?”
“Anyway, you’re the second daughter of Count Bonetti.”
“Huh…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll put you with the right person.”