Maggie stood in the hotel lobby for quite some time after saying that. It wasnât a face with a story she couldnât tell. So Catherine let her go first.
âGo in, Maggie.â
ââYes. See you later.â
Unfortunately, she doesnât think theyâll have a chance to meet again.
After going separate ways with Maggie, Catherine immediately returned to the mansion. Time passed without hesitation just by looking at the pictures of her mother that she had placed between her books. It must be difficult to see her mother again.
âIf my mother were me, what would she be doing now?â
She wasnât sure, but she was able to predict to some extent.
ââYou canât do anything if you donât have the courage to die.â
To reveal the true identity of the underground magic circle.
Catherine left the bedroom. Then, she opened the door of the tightly locked basement and stepped under it. The peculiar chilliness remained the same. Unlike before, the heat was tense as she walked down the stone steps by step.
Crunch crunch. The sound of yesterdayâs bloodstains stuck in her head and didnât disappear.
Catherine stared once more at the basement door that had been deliberately left wide open and went down to the basement.
Kiiik.
As she pushed the old wooden door, the familiar red magic circle cried familiar lines.
ăThe one who has me, rule the world.ă
âHm.â
It felt like the tension that had stood up to the fullest in that rustic sentence was relieved even more.
âOkay, letâs start.â
Catherine set a wooden barrel of soapy water and a lamp in the corner. And the newly prepared stiff mop was soaked in soapy water. The next one was simple. She will rub it hard until something goes wrong with the magic circle.
She pushed the mop with all her might, using the strength she had developed. Surprisingly, she could see that the red line that seemed to never be erased, was gradually faded.
âI think I can really erase it?â
Damn it. She had regrets. If she was going to die without finding a trace of her mother anyway, she would erase it neatly and enjoy a peaceful life!
ăThisâă
âHm?â
ăThis crazy woman!ă
It was an exasperated cry. Catherine blinked her eyes blankly, then moved out of the magic circle. It was definitely a voice from the magic circle.
She didnât expect the magic circle to speak. No, she knew that it was talking through the familiar lines, but she didnât know that they could even have a conversation.
ăRed pen.ă
The magic circle shouted once again.
ăYou have to redraw it with a red pen. Crazy woman, hurry up, go out and get a red pen.ă
âWhat is your identity?â
Of course, Catherine was not willing to listen to the magic circleâs demands. Instead of going up to the ground and bringing a red pen, she threatened the magic circle with a posture to continue mop.
âWhat kind of magic circle is it that strange things keep tangled up in my house?â
No answer was heard. It felt weird to this magic circle to be acting like a well-behaved person and a human being.
âAha. Youâre going to shut up, right?â
People open their mouths when they are tortured, but is it different from a magic circle? She started mopping again with the feeling that sheâll see where this is going.
ăHelp!ă
If it wasnât an illusion, the magic circle voices seemed to have become more desperate.
ăHelp! Master, this crazy woman is erasing me! Help!ă
âIs he going to come just because youâre shouting like that?â
It canât be, she gave more strength to the arm that was carrying the mop with that thought.
Kiik.
No way. A voice was heard from the half-closed wooden door.
âIâm sure I gave you the keyâ.â
The sound that followed was a voice that had already become familiar.
âWhat kind of protest is this? If you have any complaints, you can come and see me in person.â
Cesare with a relaxed expression stood on top of the magic circle. Catherine felt her own heartbeat grow louder. If it had been before, she would have reacted as she had come again, but now she felt like prey in front of a predator.
ăMaster! Help!ă
âI know so shut up.â
Cesare stepped forward with his long legs. He bent down and closely examined the area where Catherine had been mopping hard.
âYeah. Since it canât be erased from the last time, I wondered why it was erased. Does powerful magic nullifying constitution erase even the magic circle? Itâs unusual.â
âI didnât mean to erase it.â
Of course, she just erased it and bothered him but.
Glancing, Cesare looked up at her face and straightened his back.
âSo what else are you complaining about?â
âI donât have any complaints.â
Catherine, who had been agonizing for a while, added a back word. This time, too, she felt like she should say what she had to say if she were going to die.
âI was just observing what the magic circle was doing.â
âThis isnât an observation, itâs obviously cleaning.â
âIf you donât want me to erase it, you can answer my question. I asked you what it was.â
ăItâs a crazy woman, Master. She canât communicate like a beast.ă
Cesare shook his head. With a âWell, thenâ face. Catherine saw that something deep inside her had calmed down as she looked up at him.
It was because Cesareâs attitude toward her didnât feel so cold. In fact, Cesare looked more gentle than he did yesterday.
âHe might give me a kind answer now.â
Catherine decided to ask him what she was curious about.
âCesare.â
âSay it.â
âWhen are you going to kill me?â
ââKill?â
Cesare asked while narrowing his forehead.
Catherine, wondering what kind of reaction this might be, changed the direction of the question.
âAre you going to feed me to the devil if you donât kill me?â
The painful scream of the man who was being dragged down to the basement yesterday was clearly visible in her mind.
âI like either way, so please do it in a less painful way. But thereâs something called affection weâve spent together.â
Catherine looked up at him with a desperate look on her face. She felt that if death could not be avoided, she wanted to avoid pain at the very least. Cesare stared at her.
âI was wondering what you were talking aboutââ
Tsk. She heard a short tongue kick.
âDonât you have any choice to avoid death?â
âYou threatened to kill me that day, didnât you?â
âWhat are you talking about? I never said I was going to kill Miss Phanya.â
It was crazy. Never said? Catherine recalled her conversation with him yesterday.
âAre you going to kill me?â
âMaybe.â
Itâs a bit ambiguous, but isnât it clearly included the intention to kill her?
âHowever, if he had the heart to spare Catherine, even in the slightest way.
This was an issue not worth worrying about.
âPlease spare me.â
She threw away the mop and knelt down in front of Cesare. If she could save her life by begging, she thought she would beg more than a thousand times. Needless to say, Catherine had too much work left to do.
He doesnât know how hard it has been to clean the mansion and deal with strange people. And if possible, she wanted to see her motherâs face one more time.
Catherine was convinced that her mother would be alive. It was clear that if she died like this, she would regret it for a hundred years in hell.
Cesare smiled uncontrollably.
âYouâre changing your position quickly. You just said donât kill you painfully before.â
As Cesareâs words were true, Catherine had no choice but to make an awkward face.
âHow about getting up first? You will hurt your neck.â
Catherine jumped up without hesitation at the words. She didnât know how uncomfortable it was to kneel on a dirty and wet floor.
âThis place is too dark, so letâs go to a bright place.â
A bright place?
Isnât it perfect to deal with the devil in a dark and humid place like a basement?
ăMaster, what are you going to do with the erased part of my body?ă
âHang in there. I cleaned up the area yesterday and today, so it will be quiet for a while.â
Cesareâs eyes gleamed purple.
â[Remor]â
Catherine lowered her head, conscious of his gaze. She has to pretend she didnât see it. She felt chilled because the remarks that he had cleaned the area sounded as if she had been included.
âLady Catherine.â
However, she had no choice but to raise her head at the subsequent call. She doesnât know when, but everywhere that was dark was full of light now. The dull walls and floors were endlessly covered with luxurious paintings and carpets.
âWelcome. Iâll bring you to the drawing-room.â
The man who suddenly greeted her was Gren, Cesareâs butler. She seemed to have moved to Cesareâs mansion in a blink of an eye. Now itâs not surprising, so she followed after Gren.
âHow about Cesare?â
âHeâll stop by the office and come back.â
Heâs busy. She was very grateful for the fact that he took the time to think about her life and death even though he was busy.
âOh my, you should call me in advance!â
âBut Iâm glad I always have herbal tea just in case. Today is peppermint.â
The maids, who ran smiling, disappeared with a colorful tea set in front of her.
Chirping. The sound of a bird chirping through the open window sounded like music.
âUhm.â
It feels too peaceful for the situation. However, she couldnât help but hold on to Gren, who didnât know anything and ask him to persuade his master.
âHow should I persuade him?â
The opponent was a devil, not a human being, and he was a great being who even had the same devil as a servant.
Can she really get the answer she wants from such a being?
Not long after, Cesare entered the drawing-room.
âHave you eaten?â
âYes.â
âWell, youâre the one who will eat your meal even if the sky falls.â
It was true, but she was offended for no reason.
âIs it a problem to eat well?â
âI never said it was a problem.â
âIt sounds like a problem.â
Cesare shrugged and took a seat on the sofa opposite.
âWell. If you donât like it, Iâll be careful in the future.â
This is a pity, but she thought she was pushing it too hard. Catherine brightened her distorted face.
âNo. I like it. Please continue.â
Cesare bluntly ignored Catherineâs earnestness.
âOkay, letâs get to the point, Miss Phanya.â
Finally, the topic that will decide her life or death has emerged.
âI wonât do any harm to you if you can just listen to my request.â
âWhat kind of request is it?â
âKeep silent about the magic circle and my existence.â
Isnât it a ridiculously easy request? Before Catherine replied that she would, Cesare continued in a rather subdued voice.
âFor your information, I donât believe in human covenants that are weakened by the winds of time and external pressure.â
ââThen what do you want me to do?â
âItâs up to you.â
It meant rejecting any promises that were only words or had a price attached to them. With the exception of those two methods, Cesareâs trust must be gained. But how?
There was only one method left within Catherineâs knowledge.
ââNo way, are you going to sign a contract with me?â
She laughed in vain since she couldnât believe it while she was saying it.