Late nights out, breaking curfew. There were so many things that could have gone wrong that I was terrified of getting caught.
[Home! I canât wait to get back to my room! Get me out of here, quickly!]
âAlright, just be quiet, you chatterbox.â
[Iâm not a chatterbox, Iâm a sin!]
âBeing a chatterbox is a sin.â
I was so distracted by the deafening sound of Greed in the sealing stone that I didnât see the shadow of someone standing in the corridor.
As I hurriedly headed towards my room, I suddenly couldnât move forward anymore.
ââŚâŚli.â
ââŚâŚEh?â
It was because someone was holding my hand.
When I turned my head slightly to the side, I saw the face of Jansi, who had a crescent-shaped shadow.
âBrother?â
The conversation we had the night before leaving for the Hebote Territory was the last conversation I had with Jansi.
The one where heâd told me that I should stay away from Felix Hicklemeyer, and Iâd told him Iâd handle it.
Even though I had clearly drawn a line, he came to me as if it didnât matter. Does he not know that there is no use in paying attention to me to that extent?
âIâm sorry if I startled you.â
Smiling in a relaxed voice, Jansiâs expression suddenly hardened.
âLili, your face isââ
Having already been through this with the Duke of Perdia once before, I hastily changed the subject.
âWhatâs the matter?â
âWhy are you hurt?â
âIâm tired and I want to restâŚâ
âLili.â
Our words were not mixing and kept circling without connecting. Although I clearly showed that I didnât want to talk, Jansi didnât budge either.
[When do we go in? When do we go in? When do we go in?]
Moreover, the relentless Greed without any sense of tact urged me to go inside, causing my head to throb.
âI scratched myself while playing with my friend. Thatâs all.â
âDid you apply any ointment?â
âIâm going to apply it once I go in.â
So, I hoped that he would let go of my hand now. Thatâs what I thought as I stared at the hand that held me tightly.
Jansi called out to me with a voice that had absolutely no hint of laughter.
âLili, you knowâŚ.â
âWhat?â
âAm I bothering you?â
I raised my eyes wide and lifted my head at the voice that seemed emotionless.
I was taken aback by this unfamiliar question. Moreover, the fact that it was Jansi Perdia, who always pretended and hid his true feelings whenever he asked a question, surprised me even more.
As I stood at a distance, unable to say anything, Jansi gently rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb and asked me.
ââŚâŚWhy does it feel like youâre avoiding me?â
Jansiâs face, devoid of a smile, was unfamiliar. And so was his genuine display of his true feelings without any pretense.
âItâs uncomfortable.â
I didnât want to know the real Jansi Perdia. I didnât want to see this side of him that only I could see.
But the more Jansi showed me his true self, the more I had to conceal my own feelings.
Because if he knew my guarded inner thoughts, I didnât know what he would do.
So, I said, âThat canât be true, brother. Iâm just tired, thatâs all. Itâs a misunderstanding.â
I laughed brightly, pretending to be an ignorant and foolish little sister who knew nothing.
But Jansi just silently looked down at me without any expression. The more he did that, the more nervous I became.
I wondered if Jansi, a villain in the original, thought I was a nuisance.
âSo why are you here? Should we go inside and talk?â
I purposely took Jansiâs hand and tried to lead him brightly. But Jansi didnât even flinch from his spot.
ââŚâŚBrother?â
âI just wanted to see you.â
âHuhâŚâŚ?â
âThatâs all. Is that not allowed?â
That couldnât be true. Jansi Perdia couldnât have come all the way here just because he wanted to see me.
No, the words saying he came because he wanted to see me were clearly a lie.
âWhy are you acting like this?â
He went from friendly to not, from fake to realâŚâŚ.
âThereâs no reason not to. After all, youâre my precious family,â I smiled as I copied the âprecious familyâ phrase that Jansi had uttered.
I laughed brightly, imitating the foolish little sister who believed every word without any meaning, whether it was said with kindness or emotionlessness.
And perhaps my acting worked, as Jansiâs expression gradually softened.
Jansi, now back to his friendly self, gently stroked my hair and bid a goodnight.
âNow that Iâve seen your face, itâs enough. Iâll be going.â
âYes.â
âApply the ointment and sleep well, Lili.â
âYes, you too, BrotherâŚâŚ.â
Then Jansi waved both hands, as if he really only wanted to see my face.
Even as I entered the room, I felt dazed.
âWhy did he come?â
With that question in mind, the door closed, and at the same time, the tension in me eased.
***
Thud, clink.
Jansi stood still, staring at Elodieâs closed bedroom door.
âIâll take care of it myself.â
A few days ago, Elodie had said that with a cold and clear voice.
As if warning him not to cross the line.
âThe lineâŚâŚ.â
Yes, Elodie drew a line.
It was something Jansi had never thought about.
She had been a helpless newborn when he first met her, but as she grew up, she followed him faithfully.
Even when she distanced herself from the hostile Carlot and feared the indifferent Duke and Duchess.
âI thought I was an exception.â
But it wasnât just that.
Elodie had stood by him when he was about to go on a rampage, reassuring him that everything would be all right, even when heâd ranted and shouted at her to get lost.
It felt like she would always be there beside him, no matter how unstable he was.
And now she let go of his handâŚâŚ.
âThatâs not a good idea, Lili.â
He recalled Elodie again with an expressionless face.
He had seen through her act, smiling kindly as if nothing was wrong while keeping an eye on him.
Why did she put on an act?
Jansi remembered the reason why he had come this far.
It all started with Felix Hinkemeyer.
It bothered him that Elodie, who had just broken off her engagement with Prince Adenmir, would meet that man.
Elodie, who had a taste for handsome men, could be deceived by his charming face and agree to an engagement with him. To uncover more weaknesses, Jansi investigated.
And then, Jansi discovered one thing.
âLili Arcel.â
The sole sponsor of a novice wizardâs magical toolâŚâŚ. and Elodieâs fake identity. Elodie was involved in unknown activities under a different identity.
The reason for her actions would gradually become clear in due time.
***
âMilo, gather the others and dispose of the bodies at these coordinates.â
âYesâŚâŚ.â
At his captainâs command, Milo immediately rallied three mercenaries who were idling in the headquarters and mounted horses to reach the designated location.
Although they were riding at full speed, Miloâs face showed no signs of enthusiasm.
âItâs a botherâŚâŚ.â
It bothered him to even think about being bothered, but he had to follow the orders of the commander.
After all, the commander was his benefactor. He had pulled him out of the slums and the muck.
âHa, that thought also bothered meâŚâŚ.â
Not even wanting to recall his first meeting with the commander, Milo increased his speed absentmindedly.
How much time passed before a familiar scent reached Miloâs sensitive olfactory senses?
âStop.â
Miloâs voice was barely above a whisper, but the group understood and halted their horses.
They had stopped at a sparsely populated forest path.
âMilo, is this the place?â
One member looked at Milo suspiciously. Milo checked the map given by the commander.
âYes, it isâŚâ
It was near here. The smell of blood confirmed it.
Milo dismounted and scanned his surroundings.
Voices of people could be heard not far away. It was not just one voice, but several.
Without hesitation, Milo lowered his body as he headed towards the source of the sound.
âShhhâŚâŚ.â
With Miloâs warning, the members simultaneously lowered their bodies, holding their breath.
Beyond the dense bushes within their line of sight, there was a group of people. They were busily loading something into a wagon.
âHurry up! We need to move before sunrise!â
Even without confirming what they were moving, it was evident. They were the corpses of the assassins the commander had ordered to be disposed of.
The judgment was swift. Milo exchanged glances with the members on either side.
âSo annoying.â
Truly, it was incredibly bothersome, but there was no other choice.
A new mission had arisen.
âGoing after them.â
***
As soon as daylight broke, I tucked the sleeping Greed into the seal stone and summoned Raeyan.
As soon as he received the message, Raeyan arrived at the front of the mansion to escort me.
âWhere are the assassins?â
âI kept them underground.â
âDid anything happen?â
âNo.â
I was worried, thinking that they might have voluntarily revealed something. If they were to die, I wouldnât be able to find out the mastermind behind the attack.
With the desire to find out who was behind this as soon as possible, I immediately headed to the mercenary headquarters.
âYou said theyâre underground, right?â
âYes. They should be awake by now.â
How do I get them to talk? Trained assassins donât usually blow the whistle.
As I pondered seriously about how to make them open their mouths, Raeyan spoke to me.
âLeave it to me.â
âRaeyan? No amount of ordinary torture will get them to talk.â
âAs long as itâs not ordinary, isnât it fine?â
What did that mean, if not something serious?
It didnât occur to me to go beyond pulling hair. It seemed better to leave such things to the experts.
âI understand. Can I ask for your help again this time?â
âIt is my will to do so.â
I couldnât understand how he always showed such unfathomable kindness while doing things he wanted to do, but as usual, I let it slide.
âThen letâs go straight to the basement.â
As I recalled the location of the basement door that I had seen before, I was about to take a step forward.
Raeyan approached swiftly and blocked my path.
âRaeyan?â
âWould you mind not watching?â
âStill, they are the ones who attacked me. Shouldnât I be there to watch?â
It was a natural sense of responsibility for me. These were the people who tried to harm me, so I should be there to witness the moment they open their mouths.
But Raeyan didnât seem to think so.
âI canât refuse Elodieâs orders, so if you say youâre going, Iâll listen.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âBut I hope you donât see it. Itâs not a pleasant sight.â
I didnât want to see the brutal scene with my own two eyes either.
Raeyan was saying that he didnât want me to accompany him to the basement for that reason.
After a brief contemplation, I made a decision.
âFine. Iâll leave it entirely to you, Raeyan.â
If Raeyan couldnât find out the mastermind even after intense interrogation, then I would step in.
âThen Iâll go.â
With a curt goodbye, Raeyan stepped into the basement.
***
How much time had passed?
Raeyan opened the basement door and stepped out, removing his black gloves.
His expression was no different from when he went down.
âWhatâs up? Did everything go well down there?
As I tilted my head, Raeyan spoke up.
âI extracted information about the mastermind.â
âReally? How?â
How on earth did he manage to make trained assassins talk?
No, there was something more important than that.
âWho is it?â
I asked, more curious because I had no idea. Who was behind the attack on me?
Thud. Raeyan tossed the gloves into the trash bin and answered.
âDuke Rodrigo Angellus.â
At the sudden name, I furrowed my brow.
âDuke Angellus?â
âThe one who tried to kill me is the Duke of Angellus?â