As if it was a mistake, he muttered, wiping the blood from his face.
âItâs nice that you call my name.â
Richard muttered as he kicked the maidâs body.
â⊠I had a good idea, but I killed her for nothing.â
What do you mean ? You just kill someone.
The unwavering inhumanity of it all sent chills down my spine.
A person from a world far away from me. He didnât feel like a human being.
â⊠Why did you kill her?â
âBecause she called you a murderer.â
âIt has nothing to do with you. She did nothing wrong.â
There was just a little misunderstanding.
âThatâs right. She didnât do anything wrong, but what about you?â
â⊠That has nothing to do with you.â
â⊠⊠It doesnât matter.â
Richard smiled crookedly and took a slow step toward me.
Feeling threatened, I reflexively grabbed the railing.
But instead of doing anything to me, he stepped to the front of the terrace and looked down to where the countess had fallen.
âIf you fall from this height, most people will die. And if youâre lucky enough to survive, youâll be crippled for the rest of your life.â
âWell, from my point of view, would it be better to die? Because if the Countess blames you, it will be difficult.â
âYou must be misunderstanding me, but I didnât kill her.â
He asked indifferently, but he sounded disbelieving.
âI swear. I didnât kill her.â
Instead of letting out a word of disbelief or accusing me, he looked at me quietly.
âThen why did the Countess fall under the terrace?â
At that moment, I was speechless.
Because the Countess rushed to me and she fell alone.
But if he asks the Countess why she ran⊠It was difficult to give a clear answer.
She said I was a demon worshiper. Even if I wasnât a demon worshiper, it wasnât the truth that mattered at this moment.
Given the circumstances, it wouldnât be strange if I had killed the Countess for the above reasons.
âBecause you didnât kill her. Tell me, Rosie.â
Richard looked at me pitifully, then reached out.
His hand touches my neck, and my whole body shrinks. My nerves are on high alert, and I slap his hand away.
It sounded sharp, but I didnât feel sorry for him at all.
He had the nerve to touch me.
I backed myself into a corner so he couldnât touch me.
âYou have strangulation marksâŠ.â
Richardâs eyes flashed menacingly.
âDid the Countess do that?â
âThere were signs of a fight, and I think I understand why you killed het.â
â⊠I didnât kill her.â
Another person had died. Why did these bad things keep happening to me?
âDid the Countess call you a demon worshiper?â
I quickly raised my head.
This man, oddly enough, I didnât say anything, but he knew everything.
âThe Countess is a popular person. So even if youâre not guilty of anything, the world will accuse you.â
It is clear where criticism will be directed against the noble nobility and the unknown status.
âIt must be difficult for you to get out of this situation by yourself, right?â
He sounds sad, but somehow he seems to enjoy the situation.
âI can help you, Rosie.â
âIâm going to help you not to be the murderer who killed the Countess.â
I didnât want to accept Richardâs help because it comes with a price.
But what if I donât get help?
What if he slips up and accuses me as a murder?
I have no choice but to accept help here.
Nevertheless, I couldnât answer it quickly because I knew what he wanted.
âRosie, I actually donât mind you being labeled a murderer. Rather, it is good thing.â
âThe more you fall, the easier it is for me to catch you.â
I certainly didnât do anything wrong.
I was just struggling to live.
But why is it that the more I struggle, the worse things get?
Finally, Richard smiled as if he was satisfied.
Richard sat me down on the sofa.
As I trembled, he wrapped a robe around me and led me downstairs.
It was to retrieve the body of the Countess.
He brought the countessâs body back to the room we were in.
Then he said, âI need a big bagâŠâ he muttered a little.
While he was cleaning up the bloodstains on the first floor and the mess on the fifth floor, no one walked by.
âThis is the annex used by the Countess to practice her magic, so no one comes. though sometimes a maid will visit when she has something to doâŠ
He looked at the maid he had killed with pity.
âWhat are you going to do?â
âFirst, you have to make sure that today has nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with you that the Countess is gone.â
âIf I leave and the Countess disappears, of course I will be suspected, is that possible?â
âIf anyone has seen the Countess since you left, it is possible.â
Richard looked at me with a look on his face, asking why.
âOf course, itâs me.â
Will Richardâs testimony determine my situation?
âThen you will be suspicious, are you okay with that?â
âItâs nice that you worry about me, but you better think of yourself.â
Actually, I donât worry about him.
Besides, Richard is a paladin commander admired throughout the empire, who would doubt him?
I guess it was a bit of a concern.
âWhat are you going to do with the body?â
âIt would be better not to know that.â
âI donât mind telling you, but Iâm afraid youâll be shocked.â
Iâve already received what Iâm supposed to receive, do I need to be more shocked here? It was difficult to bear any longer.
âItâs late, and you have to go. The longer you stay, the more suspicious you will be.â
Richard, who had been working on his job for a while, looked disappointed.
I returned the robe to Richard.
Richard grabbed me and straightened out the messy clothes.
Then he pulled my hair down, carefully covering the marks on my neck.
âI can do it myself.â
I was trying to push him away, but Richard grabbed me.
A blue eye gleamed like a jewel shining on its surface.
âNow you will quit your role as mistress and come to me.â
Richard smiled happily and pressed his lips to my forehead.
I left the room without answering anything.
From behind, Richard said âGoodbye, Rosieâ, but I ignored it. I couldnât afford to answer.
I barely moved my weak feet and left the mansion. I was greeted by the cold night wind.
The wind rustled the blades of grass.
But there was no sign that anyone had died here.
I retraced the Countessâs steps, recalling her words before she fell.
I wondered what she meant.
The moon, as thin as a birdâs bite, shone upon Count Herthasâ office.
Two men were emptying their glasses in the dreary office.
Dylan felt particularly pitiful today.
How did I fall into a position where to listen to my fatherâs drunkenness?
That night in the North, Dylan begged Rose earnestly.
âJust live with me, Rose.â
I donât know if Iâve ever felt a wind so strong in my life.
He didnât want to let go of her, even if it was the devilâs hand, even if it meant falling off a cliff.
But in the end it came back.
So Dylan returned to Herthas.
âIt has already been five years since Rose left home.â
Dylan realized the weight of that number.
Rose 5 years ago and Rose today have changed in many ways.
From her more mature appearance to her personality.
âIs she alive? ⊠Iâm worried. I have to stop the search now.â
Count Hartas paid no attention to his son who was drinking in front of him when he was young.
It was because he was too busy paying attention to Yurtha, who was more of a monster than a genius.
But when Rose appeared, Count Herthas began to love her.
Dylan was shocked to see it.
He thought that his father didnât care because she was nothing special.
He just wasnât interested in him.
After realizing that, young Dylan unleashed his soaring anger on Rose.
It was a childhood that I constantly regretted.
âYurtha, if sheâs not there after all that searching, maybe sheâs not in this world.â
My father was tired of hearing about Roseâs search for five years, tired of watching his son hunt for her like a mouse.
âThat child was also very shocked.â
âAt that time, I should have read the child thoroughly, but I regret it.â
Dylan, silently tilting the glass, grabbed the glass tightly.
But his father opened his mouth bitterly, as if busy thinking about those days.
âIt must have been a shock that Yurtha killed her mother.â
My father was saying that was the reason Rose had left home.
Dylan agreed, but on the other hand, it was ridiculous for the man to speak of the incident.
It was even funny that he took Yurthaâs side and now he was acting like he regretted it.
âRose wonât come back, Father.â
It was everyoneâs karma.
For Yurta, who plunged Rose into the abyss with lust, and my father, who plunged Rose into despair out of selfishness, andâŠ
Count Herthas looked at Dylan, gripping the glass tightly.
Dylan returned the gaze and sipped his drink.
The butler hurriedly knocked on the door.
âWhat are you doing late at night?â
âThat, that⊠I have a letter from Miss Rose.â
He almost spit out the alcohol that got into his mouth.
He put down his drink and ripped open the letter brought by the butler.
Rose will never come back.
The letter said so in Roseâs handwriting.