How About a Refill? ~The Elegant Tea Party of the Grand Witches~

"I'm sorry! Sir Caparoni!"

"Hey, what's going on? Lord Zlatanov."

Suddenly, Dino put her head on the floor and apologized, surprising Leonardo, grabbing her arm and getting up.

"Miss Caparoni... about your older sister..."

Leonardo grabs Dino's breast hold and interrogates.

"You know something!?

"The Second Prince made it soft. I'm sorry I'm with you...!

Now Emilio reacts to the word "second prince".

"Is Ivan still involved!? Lord Zlatanov!"

"... you're right. Prince Ivan was involved in the kidnapping of Miss Caparoni. I have come to offer information and cooperation on this matter."

"Co-operation? While keeping yourself involved in the kidnapping? You think I can believe this!?

Leonardo grabbed Dino's breasthold even harder and glanced at it tightly with a slice of purple crystal.

"It was Prince Ivan who definitely guided us on this matter, except for the executor. It appears that he was in contact with Prince Ivan underwater, an emerging religious group that has recently grown in power. I didn't realize it, and this is what happened! I'm so sorry!

Dino rests his head on the floor again and takes a seat in Leonardo.

"Then why cooperate more now?

In response to Emilio's query, Dino corrects his posture as if he were evil.

"Actually..."

"That's why I didn't mean to interact with the Marquis de Caparoni as a Second Prince. Therefore, I fully apologize and promise not to hesitate to cooperate in this matter."

Dino, who told me everything about Ivan, is back on his feet, but it can be stopped by Leonardo.

"Okay. All right, now, neither the second son of the Earl's House, nor the handicapped, put their heads on the ground so easily!

As Leonardo grabbed Dino's arm and rubbed it because he couldn't stand up, Valeria, who was watching from the terrace, came and looked up at the three men in length.

"Are we done here?" Three people in a row. "

Nickeling and smiling, his face looked like a beautiful doll made by the doll master for the whole of his life, but he was releasing an aura without saying whether or not he was going to retreat the beast.

No, because they actually have the power to obey the beast, it is their life in the abyss tree sea where the beast that enters from the demonic realm and the beast that originally inhabits them are disturbed.

When three young people around the age of twenty come together, there's no way to beat them.

"" Ha, yes ""

Okay, then, the new recruit there.

Dino pointed at herself, and Emilio and Leonardo agreed.

"Yes, it's you. Tell me everything you know about your relationship with the emerging religious community."

"Oh, just keep telling me..."

Inviting Dino to the terrace round table (also called taking him with you), who was so confused that he stopped worrying about words, prompted him to talk.

First of all, someone has come into direct contact with His Highness Ivan.

"Who is that?

"A young man with silver hair and golden eyes. They only named him“ Jill. "

"I see. Anything else?

"Did Ivan think about the kidnapping?

"No, Jill told me it was all his orders. A friend of Miss Caparoni crafts unusual tea leaves to cross and has a tea party with a close friend. And on my way back, I'll show you through the woods."

"I see, after that, is the memory that Leah peeked at?"

(Silver hair and golden eyes... quite a rare combination. I feel like I've seen such a family somewhere in the past)

Valeria puts her finger on her forehead and thinks that the “Jill” characteristic is caught anyway.

(Remember more about your man. Did you see anything when you first metastasized? Besides the red robe, there are lots of flowers... anyway?

"When I looked into your memory, I saw an incredible amount of flowers."

"Flowers? Like flower fields?

(Flower fields...? Yeah, I guess not. A garden made with more calculations...?

Valeria shook her neck for a moment reflecting on Beatrice's words.

"That's not true. It's like a more developed garden... Wait! Silver hair, golden eyes,... garden mansion... the Marquis de Ferrine?

They all frowned on the family name sent by Valeria. The Marquises of Ferrine once boasted the same glory as the Marquises of Caparoni, but now they are already in decline.

"The Marquis de Ferrine... It has been a long time since the fall, but it is certain that the family was born with rare features similar to the sacred dragon. Silver hair... golden eyes!

"It was a family that worshipped the sacred dragon. 800 years ago, our lord didn't admit to the end that we took the blood of the sacred dragon."

While listening to the witches' conversation, Dino, who was trying to remember the Marquis de Ferrine, remembered that there was still Ferrine's name in the aristocratic yesterday's almanac that he looked like he could lick.

"Um, I checked the aristocratic yearbook for yesterday, but the Ferrine family says it's gone down. It's still there. It seemed to have lasted almost as long. I just wasn't the Marquis anymore. Was it the Count or the Vicomte?

"Yeah, I was demoted three or four generations ago. Emil, do you remember what it was?

"Savior Witch Removal Campaign." They claimed that they were descendants of the Holy Dragon, the Savior God, and that the Savior witch who took the blood of the Holy Dragon was evil... wait! Savior? "

"I might not have a guy named Jill at Ferrine's. I'll check the nobility almanac once!

We hurriedly dropped off Dino, who ran off to the library, and once again we arrived at the terrace round table.

"Are you saying that the Ferrine family has something to do with the [True and Salvation God]?

I see. Is it possible?

"Speaking of the garden mansion of the Ferrine family, it was built about 100 years ago on the outskirts of King's Landing for the sick and weak daughter. Wherever you are in the mansion, the flowers will comfort your daughter."

The "Savior Witch Elimination Campaign” began when the daughter died early and the Savior Witch took the blood of the Holy Dragon. Because I have harmed the holy dragon, I curse my descendants. What a theory. "

About half an hour later, Dino came back with a copy of the aristocratic yearbook breathing in one hand.

"There he is! There he is! Isn't that him?

Take a peek at Dino's spreading copy.

"Gilberto Dalla di Ferrine", “Jill”...!