Chapter 60

The merchant who was trampled in the head by Dietrich could no longer open his cheeky mouth.

“But it’s really going to run out of money. Then you’ll be more disadvantaged in the successor game than you are now, are you okay?”

Veronica whispered, evading the bodies of lost traders like obstacles.  For her, Dietrich’s sudden choice was not easily understood.

In the first place, he was a man who had little interest in human good and evil.  But he suddenly wonders why he’s taking a slave merchant.

“If you can’t become the grand duke, we’re in trouble, too,”

Dietrich glanced at Veronica’s strange laughter.

In the cruel and cold North, it was not common to capture powerless children and sell them as slaves.

Even if they complain of resentment, there is no help.

It was their fault that they didn’t have the money or power to find the child, so blaming themselves was the only principle in the North.

‘So those who use the weak to blow their stomachs can’t make fun of their tongue even if they are trampled by stronger forces,’

Veronica shrugs his shoulders and looks up at the insensitive Dietrich’s face.

“You, who aren’t anybody else, wouldn’t be tempted to suddenly want to imitate the stupid southern guys.”

“……. .”

“Ah, is it because of Nissa? Because slave merchants are aiming for Anissa in a gambling house?”

She, of course, said she would buy a lottery ticket and went to Saint-Dena, and she became the target of slave traders.

There would have been a lot of perverts who were eager to keep their soft, wavy pink hair or a shiny red eye like a ruby.

Of course, Dietrich didn’t let the merchants touch Anit.  Swallowed by Baal’s shadow, they have long since been treated unknowingly by rats and birds.

‘Isn’t that not enough?’

“My brother’s love is great.”

“Shut up.”

Dietrich’s heavy mouth only opened at Veronica’s pompous words.  She laughed and left the warehouse with Yuric.

“I believe your majesty’s judgment is right.”

After Veronica’s laughter has gone so far that it can no longer be heard, the bar egg melted in the shadow of the leg appears.

he laughs with his devilish red mouth open.

“Because the offering should not be scratched. There is nothing as certain as protection in pretending to be cherished.”

Throng.

Dietrich shoved his sword into the throat of an evil demon.

It was fast enough that even the devil couldn’t avoid it.  Of course, the devil is not hit by physical attacks.

Baal stumbled back with his black eyes wide open.

“I guess I won’t die like this.”

“The devil is not killed by humans.”

Baal exhales, sweeping his hand through his throat.  The boy he enlisted as king was a man he didn’t really know.  He suddenly got mad.

“Yes,”

Dietrich nodded briefly and tucked his sword.

“Oh, the princess almost destroyed Asmodeus’ curse.”

Baal spoke with long fingers striking each other.

“I’ve never seen one of Lagrange’s children with such a skill. To get rid of the curse of the first Caju.”

“That curse, what effect does it have?”

“Well, there’s nothing much. It’s just that you lose your humanity and become a demon. You may be mistaken for becoming stronger. It’s Asmodeus’s play.”

Baal slowed down and attached four feet.

“Of course, your Majesty is not affected by such a trivial curse in the first place. It’s already perfectly, I! Tongue! Because you’re not human.”

The boy’s fingertips trembled a little at the devil’s words, but neither of them noticed it.

Slave merchants who have had their lives are dealt with one after another, and a creak is heard from the door.

“Hide the body.”

The boy, whispering low, hurriedly rubbed his bloody hands on his pants.  A small child in a white dress often walks down the stairs.

Dietrich, already accustomed to the darkness, recognized her right away, but Anissa wandered around here and there.

‘How did she come down here.’

She was the one holding the candlestick, but I couldn’t figure out why it was shining from her.

The scent of dahlia is mixed in the bloody smell.  Dietrich disappeared in an attempt to hide himself as an enemy, but Anit found him.

“Dietrich?”

A surprised child approaches me.

“Don’t come.”

He was surprised by the blood stains I left on her shoulders to dry the oncoming child, and I stumbled back.

‘It was obviously wiped, but why is it still dirty?’

The palm that I looked down quickly was dark.  It was natural to be dirty.

Is the blood on it only the merchant’s?  It wasn’t one or two wooden cars cut off the battlefield.

It seemed that it would not disappear for a lifetime even if I wiped it again and again.

“Why are you shaking?”

At those words, Anissa pauses.  He froze in fear of a light blooming on the child’s white face.

I avoided it because I didn’t want to get caught up in this feeling.

The boy was terribly afraid.  It was never scary to die, but that child was scared.

Only now seemed to know the true nature of that fear.

He was not afraid of getting caught in his plans and going wrong.  He wasn’t confident to see the face of the child who blamed him.

The low-cost suffocates himself and dedicates himself to the devil.

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I wanted to apologize to Dietrich.  Sorry for avoiding his hands.

I forgot for a moment that he wasn’t a flat villain in the novel, but just Dietrich.

However, as if to laugh at my regrets, he was again brought to war without time to mix up with me.

‘He won’t ever come back in the middle.’

Dietrich, who returned from winning the first War of the Roses, was already seventeen.

All the children who possessed usable demons, including Dietrich, Alphonse, and Yuric, were dragged into the war against Euclid.

The only direct lineages of Lagrange that remain in nature are me, the triplets and Veronica, who are judged to have no combat power.

“I’m thinking of getting rid of Dietrich with war.”

I raised my head over the book I was reading at Veronica’s absurd words.

“Henri is dead. Alphonse is the commander. What the hell do you believe in that idiot!”

She kicks her tongue and sits on my desk.  I closed my eyes tightly rather than looking at the floating dust.

Children were born with the ability to deal with shadow demons, and, except for Dietrich and Yuric, did not excel in their physical abilities.

“……….I have to tell Riesling.”

Of the triplets, Riesling was the best kid with Henry.

Although the curse that affects the children no longer disappeared, the inconvenient relationship did not recover immediately.

Riesling was the child who played the role of mischief of such children, and he had many close children because he was not able to choose any day.

‘That’s why it’s probably the saddest thing.’

More than half of the children who were picked up died.  They were all of Derek’s own children, but he didn’t blink.

When one child dies, it is only supplemented by another child with similar abilities.  There wasn’t even a proper funeral.

‘I’m not going to deal with mercenaries that way either,’

I’ve often had nightmares since Dietrich came out.  There were dreams that he couldn’t return because he died, but the more terrible dream is,

“Even if the children come back alive, it’s the same as dead. Since he wasted so much, it would be in a state that I could call him half-man.”

It was a nightmare that Dietrich would not be my brother I remember.

“Except for Alphonse, which Derek is protecting, everyone will be insane. Gaju is trying to get involved in the successor, and Lagrange is already a joke.”

“Who will listen, sister.”

I tried to stop Veronica’s harsh words.

“Tell me to listen. My mother is also me…..”

she laughs bitterly and blurs her words.  I reached out her hand and stroked the back of her fine hand.

“How is Liatris?”

“It’s a little better than right after Neil died, but it’s the same.”

Neil was the only child of Liatris who was not born with a sense of ability, but his life was not threatened because most of the children gave up the succession.

The baby seemed safe until Derek, who lost in a major turn and stopped by the castle, threw the baby out of the castle in a hurry.

“Before, when children died, they weren’t particularly sad.”

If the infant mortality rate of the Empire Bernoulli was around 30%, the children of Lagrange could not survive in half.

The cold weather was also , but it was a place where all the children who were not strong were left to die

So Derek’s wives were unusually insensitive for their child to kill someone and get killed.

‘Maybe it was because of Asmodeus’ curse.’

But Liatris, who witnessed Neil’s death, went mad on the spot.

‘It’s because of me.’

I couldn’t imagine that there would be such side effects.

Dare, is it because I tried to change the content of the novel on the subject of the supporting actor, not the main character.

“I have to buy flowers. Rosé said that hydrangea came from Ardelle. Liatris loves hydrangea.”

I got up and grabbed Veronica’s hand.

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The reason Succubus wasn’t of great use in battle-Jagan was taken by Dietrich, so the girl who remained in Lagrange had more time in Dahlia than Riatris.

“If the succession is over and the constraints disappear, I will go to the capital city of Balier. If I run away now, I will be tracked, but if Dietrich becomes Duke, I will not be able to trace the shadow.”

“……. .”

“You go together.”