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Is the highlight of the banquet on the last day? (21) – unedited
Previously, before introducing Chenin to the public, the Count took Chenin and went to meet the Saint in order to greet her first.
After exchanging a few formal greetings and doing mutual introductions, Chenin was absurdly kicked out of the door. Like an abandoned puppy, she blankly stood outside the door and waited for the Count, her face full of shame.
Fortunately, it was a secret meeting with no one involved, and it was fortunate that no one saw that Chenin was treated like this.
Moments passed. After waiting for a long time kicking her feet, the door finally opened. Chenin let out a sigh of relief unknowingly. But the saint turned to her, and opened her mouth towards Chenin in an ‘oh what!’ face.
“From Sezaine
 right?”
Sezaine has three syllables. Chenin has two syllables. But why can’t the Saint remember the name ‘Chenin’ while remembering the damn place name she doesn’t want to think of? Besides, was there not a single mention of Chenin between the two’s whispered talks? A curious question arose in her.
“I am Chenin Abitz.”
When the saint heard her name, she clapped her hands once, and exclaimed ‘that’s right!’ then pulled up her seductive lips and smiled.
It was pretty. It was more splendid than any other jewel in the world, and it was so dazzling and colorful.
Chenin thought so. However, this feeling did not last long.
“Count Abitz, it would be good for Miss Chenin Abitz to rest for this banquet.”
“What?!”
Chenin answered. Count Abitz nodded his head, saying he understood without any questioning. Rather, he warned Chenin with a sharp glance.
Chenin was instantly sucked into the abyss of despair. She reached out her hand to beg somehow, but the saint, like the hot sun, turned her back and cast a dark shadow, leaving no light.
“She’s a bait. The dealings must be good. Don’t let everyone know for no reason, so that your image doesn’t get worse. Anything beautiful is good, right?”
It seemed to be about Chenin, but they whispered words that Chenin couldn’t understand at the moment, and they didn’t forget the eerie laughter altogether.
Chenin had to shed those shameful tears. She knew it wouldn’t work for Count Abitz, who was blinded by his greed to ever feel compassion, but she didn’t have the strength to cry out, so the best thing she could do was to be the country girl Chenin herself had so despised. Big drops of tear trailed on her face.
“Count, Count. You can’t do this to me. You promised to have me debut as the Countess in the social world. You know best how much I love the Count with all my heart. You’re going to lock me in the room without a chance to try a glass of whiskey the whole banquet? Please. Please don’t leave me out of the banquet that might be the most important day of my life! Olease!”
She poured out countless words in a disorderly fashion, her vision was clouded with tears, making it difficult to see. Her extreme anxiety and impatience made her completely forget the fact that the saint was watching.
At that moment, her head thundered, and the words, which she didn’t even know herself what she was talking about, were rolled back into her mouth. Her head turned and her cheeks were burning — there was pain.
“Count Abitz, violence is not allowed in front of me.”
“Forgive me. Because she talked without knowing her place in front of the Saint, I decided that I had to educate her for a while

.”
Chenin gently stroked Chenin’s flushed cheek. It hurts. Cold blood was overflowing in her heart as if she had been stabbed with something sharper than any metal.
At that moment, a warm hand covered Chenin’s hand on her cheek. The saint like a goddess who spewed golden powder through her tears comforted her Chenin.
“
 Saint, please.”
“Oh, it will be okay.”
“Please let me attend the banquet

.”
The saint, slightly taller than Chenin, made eye contact with Chenin and nodded her head several times.
Are you really letting me attend?!
Chenin’s mouth opened like an innocent girl in front of a candy she wanted to eat. It feels like her heart was pounding with fluttering excitement and the heart that had been drained out was abundant with this one nod.
“Don’t worry. I’ll put the whiskey in the room so you don’t run out.”
“

.”
The Saint spoke with a benevolent smile, but in Chenin’s eyes she seemed more evil than any demon. She thought it was hope, and her heart, which had been excited for a moment, was thrown into the deep abyss beyond hell in an instant.
Drop–
“Oh my gosh.”
No one held Chenin, so she just sat down in the hallway.
“Count Abitz, I think we need to revise the contents of the banquet a little.”
“Which part are you talking about?”
“Do not open all the Abitz mansion, all the rooms except for the Count couple’s rooms. And let Miss Chenin stay in one of those two rooms. Don’t forget to make sure no one can come in. Of course, the same goes for going out. Do you understand?”
“Of course. I’ll put chief attendant Guernia on the watch.”
“I’m relieved if it’s her.”
With that, without knowing why, Chenin was locked up in the room just by the Saint’s order. Whether it was for her own consideration or whether this was feeding the dog delicious food to keep its mouth shut, the maids kept coming into her room, and the whiskey was also brought to Chenin until she was exhausted and vomited.
While the food was being moved, she frantically rushed to the door that opened for a moment, but that was also lightly stopped by Guernia.