(Curelo’s past pov cont.)
Cruelo panicked at Amy’s tears.
He’s been hurt many times, but it was his first time hurting someone.
‘The monster is lying to deceive me. But what if it’s not a monster?’
“Fine. Now that this has happened, I will be honest with you.”
“Monster? What blaspheme!”
Amy bit her lip as if to suppress her anger.
Cruelo tensed up like a kitten with its hair upright.
He rested his back on her sofa so that his little body was buried, and he looked only at Amy.
The girl whose will to fight had vanished at once and she sighed.
“I’m not a monster, I just lost my memory. I haven’t been here in months because of treatment.”
“ Father… Well, check with Sir Royalsand, I have amnesia.”
“Why do you call your father that way?”
“You call your father ‘Duke’, too.”
“He’s not my father, he’s my uncle. My father is dead.”
Cruelo’s biological parents died when he was younger, and his uncle served as acting duke.
Even though she was wrong, Amy didn’t panic.
“I don’t even know who my real father is.”
“I don’t know who my mother is. They said that one day I was lying in front of the mansion with a letter.”
“Hey, can you say it so easily?”
“You can say it, but I can’t?”
When Cruelo hesitated, Amy raised her chin as if she had won.
“Anyway, I was hurt by you. So take responsibility.”
“From now on, I’m going to visit you every day. I’ll come and see you…”
“I’m going to make you happy!”
“Excuse me, who taught that to you…?”
“<100 Oaths to Raising Good Children>.”
Isn’t it a childcare book?
Cruelo was frozen because he didn’t know what to say.
Recognizing that she had said something strange in response, Amy quickly ran away.
The disappearance with the high greeting was like a flying squirrel.
The door to the drawing room then closed.
Looking over there, Cruelo mumbled.
“It’s a strange monster.”
At the same time, in the child’s head, conversations with Amy floated meaninglessly.
Since then, Amy Royalsand has really visited Cruelo every day.
Until she died after taking poison.
“This is the data you mentioned.”
Suddenly in front of me, a document was put out.
The person who put it neatly on the desk pushed his hair back, had glasses, and wore a monochrome shirt.
I didn’t want to show it, but my voice was sullen even when I heard it.
The information guild I’ve never been to before…was disappointing.
The interior and the overall atmosphere is bright.
The employees did not wear a black hoodie and even the tone was normal.
The requested data also came out in five minutes without telling me when they’ll come back.
You’re just an office worker who makes a lot of money.
At this point, I’m ashamed of myself wearing the mask I wore in the theater and a black robe.
I’m not here to play, so it’d be okay if the results came out well.
I looked down at the documents, soothing my loneliness.
The first item I asked for an investigation was the life of Ciora Velvet.
Surprisingly, what’s written on the paper…
Mother: Wendy Eric Velvet (deceased).
Father: Melos Greek Velvet (deceased).
─All property was lost due to the arson by former user Hans─An additional fee is charged for viewing detailed information─.
—Currently, Paspier Ailee Bonetti (Count)
—Bure Anna Maria Bonetti’s second daughter, awaiting adoption.」
There were only five lines.
It seems like a child’s homework to increase the size of the letters and write a lot of names to increase the content.
Really? Additional money?
I heard from Minuet that nothing came out even when she dug it up, but this isn’t right.
I stared at the employee with cold eyes.
It was a guild recommended by Minuet, but I was disappointed in her perspective.
I jumped up from my seat.
An employee who had a business-like look grabbed my arm.
“Adding a crime of injury.”
“What kind of injury do you think I caused?”
The opponent quickly let go of his hand and crossed his arms as if nothing had happened.
“Additional crime of destroying evidence.”
“It’s because nothing really comes out! I did not intentionally conceal information!”
“Then making excuses for that.”
“Just because Count Bonetti adopted his niece, there are more than one or two people who have tried to find out about her.”
“But no one has figured it out. No one knows her, even if they try to rob her.”
“They said she never went out of the Velvet Mansion in her entire life. She didn’t even talk. It’s crazy because the information says so.”
Is it ridiculously weird?
I was angry at her for not going out of the mansion all her life.
If a person has circumstances, they may not go out.
“Do you really have no other information?”
“I don’t have it, I don’t have it. I know how much the Velvet family treated Hans like a dog, would you like to see that?”
“Then you want to get extra money?”
“The arson case of the Velvet Mansion is a different matter, technically. Really… Ah! There is one thing that is suspicious.”
“That… When the mansion caught fire, there was no word that the lady came out of the mansion.”
Looking into my eyes, the staff continued to speak.
“But isn’t it strange that she’s the only one alive? There were no injuries.”
If you don’t know the inside story, it might look weird.
How can you guess that the Old Gods intervened?
It must be true that Ciora died in that mansion that day.
“Realistically, there must have been a secret passageway.”
The staff shrugged lightly.
“Anyway, it is true that I received your money without a conscience, so I will return half of it.”
Saying so, he turned around.
He has a cool attitude as if he’s seen everything.
At this point, I recalled Minuet’s advice.
“This guild leader is really quick to sense. I’ll give you an anti-recognition necklace, so wear it.”
“I wanted to wear a mask. Can’t I wear that?”
“No matter what you wear, he’ll notice that you’re Ciora Velvet.”
“Oh, then I’ll wear the necklace somewhere else.”
“Do you have a hobby of spreading weird rumors?”
“No, I’m going to test your honesty.”
As Minuet said, this person recognized that I was Ciora.
Pls read only at pink muffin tl.
It must have been that he was trying to get more information by even saying it was strange that Ciora was still alive.
“Give me information about the arson incident.”
“Information that Ciora Bonetti investigated her past. You were trying to sell it.”
‘Ciora Bonetti commissioned her own life.’
Why? Did she lose her memory? Was she swapped with someone else?
This is information that is likely to lead to several hypotheses.
He must have been excited about selling this.
“I didn’t even know I was trying to test the honesty of this guild.”
Saying this would be useless.
I took off my mask in front of the hardened staff.
I wanted to look cool, but static electricity caused my fine hair to stick to my cheeks.
Sadly, this also requires skill.
“If you take off your mask like that… I can’t…
The staff mumbled in a faint voice.
“Are you trying to sell customer information by giving away information like that?”
“So shouldn’t I get it back twice what I paid?”
The blonde woman left the guild.
James looked at the closed door with a sad face.
He didn’t know he was going to be ripped off by a customer.
He paid the price for disrespecting the nobility.
“But I knew that Ciora Bonetti had changed.”
James struggled to comfort himself.
Ciora was no longer the gloomy girl who had been confined to the mansion.
Her personality has completely changed, especially her eyes.
She has deep, vivid, purple eyes that seem to see through the insides of others.
She was tied with Duke White Desert and her information has become expensive, so if he digs for a while, his wallet will grow thick.
James smiled, changing his expression.
At that moment, the door opened.
“Welcome, guest. This is the information guild Erentitia.”
James was delighted to welcome the new guest.
The opponent was wearing a deep black hood.
After all, novice customers come all the way to find what they see.
If that’s the case, their identity will be revealed unless there is some kind of anti-recognition magic.
The physique, the gait, the hair that slipped through the hood.
Eyelash color, voice, way of speaking, even the habit of hiding everything.
There are so many elements that reveal themselves.
Of course, James’ level of insight was quite rare in this industry.
His title was unified as ‘guest’, but James easily recognized the identity of the other person.
He’s from White Desert, quite a big shot again this time.
James laughed automatically at the thought of money.
James’ smile immediately broke down.
The shadow of the new guest lengthened and swallowed him.
A shadow that should not have been shaped tied his limbs.
James, who was terrified, struggled, but the resistance gradually disappeared.
The thick darkness ate up a person so easily that it returned to its original position.
The owner of the shadow tilted his head at an angle.
He tapped the floor with his shoe.
The shadow trembled in line with his movement.
“You didn’t say anything.”
The sound of footsteps moved away from the guild.
There was nothing left in the place where even the sound disappeared.