The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

The wind blows at night.

Countess Rosenthal stood on the balcony and looked out all the way.

What overlooks is an unmanned main gate.

She grew young and became a pet princess of her ancestors.

Fourteen years have passed since the king took his place, but he still retains his beauty.

Brunette's hair and Hazel's eyes are not inferior to the blonde blue eyes of a young lady.

No, just for tonight, she had a reason to be gorgeous.

It's time for the ball.

You can hear a relaxed performance to connect the venues.

It's a smart band.

Yet the host leaves her guests alone and waits for someone else in the separate room.

No matter how powerful she is, it is unacceptable.

Events for aristocrats are judged by their abilities.

If you fail, your honor falls to the earth.

She knows better than anyone who started off as a prostitute and seized the position of Countess.

Still, she had to wait.

"... Cornelia... is finally coming.I understand. How impatient have you been for the last 14 years? "

Alone, murmuring at night with all your thoughts.

For Countess Rosenthal, the true guest of honor tonight is Scarlet's mother.

Other invitees are snakefeet.

Even with a blade fan, you can't hide your cheeks that are upset.

Both ends of the chewed, pulled lips were shaped with a faint smile.

"Oops, it's like a dialogue waiting for a lover.I knew you hated the Duchess of Cornelia... Red. "

Behind it stood the tall Solomon, who had only been the Countess until now.

"Hey, I thought you said that.I smelled a cute smell and came back.You're the subject of research in the name of love. "

Flips a dark academic gown, pushes up glowing nose glasses and laughs.

Reminds me of a giant bat demon.

I can't even look at the death fight with the magic dogs earlier.

"... love? It's disgusting.Don't be ridiculous.I just want to settle with her 14 years ago. "

The Countess did not turn around and continued to speak to herself.

She called Cornelia the daughter.

The mind was flying not now, but on that miserable bullying night that Cornelia drew 14 years ago.

Cornelia was stunned by the blood of a pig on her head and trembled with the look of a dead man.

Cruel "red nobles" were treated like sacrifices in the heart of a dancing circle.

The Countess has never forgotten the red scenery that burns the sky.

It was disappointment and anger.

The Countess was expecting Cornelia.

I dared to kick away such bullying, and on the contrary, I thought I would punish the "red nobles".

"... will you stick with me for a while?I've never talked to anyone about this stupid woman's stupidity. "

Solomon smiled and sat down on the trunk at the Countess's request, which remained turned away.

Sitting like a luxury sofa, even though the cat is sharp enough to be skewered.

It's an unusual sight that can only seem to ignore gravity.

"... well, that's it.Women and the universe are mysterious beings.If you whisper that secret, you won't miss it as a student. "

and long legs and take a slow stance with the conversation.

A black-and-white academic gown catches the light of a pale moon.

The Countess of Rosenthal nodded and closed her fan and began to speak quietly.

She first saw Cornelia 14 years ago.

It was at the inauguration ceremony of the current King of Hydrangea.

"... this is Cornelia of the Melville family...! The woman of her choice..."

Under the bright sky, the Countess gave up the Red Duke with only a breath, in the presence of Cornelia's mighty bow masters.

Even the guests of the four great powers stood up and applauded. In that exciting crab, Cornelia waved her hand in pure white costume and responded, it was the return of the goddess of war.

Light and blur were swirling around her.

I didn't know anything about jealousy, so I just sighed if I didn't catch it.

I am different from myself, surrounded by lights and laughter at night.

And the heroic Red Duke rushes in with a proud smile and takes Cornelia's hand.

The two people who were close to each other looked more suitable than ever.

I thought Cornelia would support the Red Duke.

"... Vendell, please be happy."

I pushed and killed the loneliness, and I prayed with all my heart.

The Countess walked between the men in the mud of shame and stopped her seat.

I can't even remember wanting to die if the Red Duke Vendell finds out.

The Countess was saved by Vendell on a snowy day when she tried to kill herself.

I will never forget those red eyes, red hair and smile I saw on a snow day.

She was forced into prostitution by her real parents.

The lowlife men continued relentlessly, and the body and mind were blurred.

Vendell hugged her as she tried to throw herself from the bridge into a frozen river.

"I don't deserve to live like this...!! I want to die already!! Please, let me die"

She gently stroked the rough hair of a shy girl in a crying rag.

"It's not dirty. 'Cause your eyes are so beautiful."

He said that with a glance at his face.

Although he was noble, his parents neglected him and knew the pain of the man.

He understood the grief of a strange girl.

"If you can't get along, work for me. [M]I'll get you a place to live with your brothers. "

The word was like a rising gospel to the oppressed girl.

"Young people don't care about dirt."

"That's what I think when I'm happy."

"If we were drinking, we'd forget all our troubles overnight.A murderous old man is breathtaking.What if a girl like you is happy? "

The three old men who followed Vendell were also very kind.

"Unhappiness comes to you all of a sudden.Then sometimes I get lucky, and it's not so strange. "

An old warrior with a white beard closed his eyes and said so.

Under the winter sky, she burst into tears.

When I realized it, I raised my voice and cried with pity.

The enduring spiciness overflowed the weir.

"... that's tough.But everyone has a right to be happy.Hopefully, you will be able to shed tears of joy instead of sorrow. "

Vendell didn't mind the passers-by's curious gaze.

I tapped the crying girl's back to brave her.

The tears that wet my cheeks, unlike the cold ones just now, were warm.

I thought I'd finally be happy.

After all, I broke up with my younger brothers soon afterwards.

Cruel fate taunted me and I couldn't get to Vendell.

Still, I've been here to support those warm memories.

To reunite with Vendell one day and thank him.

But I was too good.

Unlike when you were a girl, not just your body, but your mind.

I spent half my life chasing Vendell.

It was already too late to reach a position where we could speak freely.

How many men have you entangled and abandoned by the time you became the father's princess?

How many rivals have you buried?

Having noticed that, the Countess stood still.

I can't call myself that girl anymore.

It will stain the memory of that treasure with only one left.

The hero deserves a woman like that innocent Cornelia who shows off her divinity coolly.

That's why the Countess tried to help Cornelia in the shadows.

I hear that she is unfamiliar with social life.

Then let's help you not be as filthy as you are, but rather as you are.

I thought that was the only thing I could do for Vendell.

When Cornelia was deceived by her stepmother, the Marquises of Bigod, and taken out to the "Red Nobles" 'night club, it was the Countess who secretly arranged for it to be passed on to Vendell.I offered my mansion on the stage of a night club because I thought it would be within sight of me.Countess Rosenthal was serious about protecting Cornelia.

... until I met Cornelia the other night.

The Countess was shocked enough to be hit in the head with a hammer.

I didn't think I was so used to socializing.

Instead of the glowing appearance at the inauguration ceremony, it was lacking in excitement.

Above all, I didn't like the humble attitude of everyone around me.

It was no more than the Debutants who dared to tackle the ill-intentioned question of quick arrows.

For the beloved Duke of Vendell, the Red Duke, Cornelia was trying to break up with a noble society that was not good at all.I was stupid, and even if I wanted to stop by and get punched around, I endured the teasing.The Countess understood the feeling well.But it's not. That's no good.

The Countess chewed her lower lip in the shadow of a fan.

I was desperate to yell at him.

The Red Duke is a living legend of Hydrangea.

The name is comparable to 10,000 reinforcements for soldiers in the field.

Even the most desperate disadvantage arouses me.

Why does his companion Cornelia follow these fools?

Don't you belittle his integrity?

If you were bad at socializing, you shouldn't have come out here.

The Red Duke was famous for not putting his wife Cornelia on the stage.

"I don't want my wife to touch other men's eyes, it's a boring man's monopoly," he laughed.In aristocratic societies where socialization is important, insanity is extremely rare.Still, the people who saw the beauty of Cornelia at the inauguration ceremony laughed, but were convinced by the words.

... the Duke of Red dared to laugh to protect the honor of his beloved Cornelia.

He knew very well what would happen when she was exposed to mean aesthetic eyes on the stage of the nobles.

Cornelia herself, who was protected from that compassion, was destroyed.

In this defenseless state, come and get yourself caught in this trap.

How can you not know that letting your own value collapse lowers the value of your partner!?

What a fool, the Countess was disappointed.

Did you overestimate Cornelia?

At this point, however, the Countess remained calm.

At least I didn't want to abandon Cornelia.

But fate was rolling to a cruel end.

"... hey, what is the Duchess's hobby?"

"If it's music, it's a little..."

Cornelia answered with pleasure when asked by the groovy lady beside her.

It was rough.

Conversations in the social world are different from talking in Ichii.

You need to carefully determine the other person's sincerity and dance gracefully.

The Countess of Rosenthal didn't have time to stop.

But there was no reason for Cornelia to have been cautious.

"... hey, Cornelia, you have a deep artifact in painting."

Her stepmother, Marquis Baygod, broke into the conversation with a disgusting cat voice.

Cornelia's green eyes shake with confusion.

"Eh...? Painting?"

She was taught by her stepmother to concentrate on the topic of music in preparation for this evening's party.Avoid appealing and actively participate in the conversation.I will support you myself.

Simple Cornelia still doesn't realize it's a trap.

"Dear stepmother?Why..... "

The voice of the petty doubt was obscured by the angry questions of the "red nobles".

"That's reliable. Everyone here is fascinated by the paintings."

"I'm not a human being who can't solve the good of painting.It's a beast. "

"So, what kind of painters and works does the Duchess like?I'm still..... "

and the painting decorated in the entrance hall of the palace, and the name of the painter was given.

"His paintings are absolutely wonderful.What do you think of the Duchess? "

"Ha, ha, I think I'm great too."

As soon as Cornelia shook up her gavel, a laugh broke out.

They deliberately named the non-existent painter and tried Cornelia.

"The Duchess seems to like creative activities."

The ugliness of everyone's thin laughter stood out even when they were dressed up.

The Marquises had been informed in advance of Cornelia's neglect of the paintings.

"Now, let's talk about the history of royalism all night long.The Duchess, who loves painting.Speaking of the ancestors of the Middle East... "

They were pursued further.

Cornelia lost her heart.

I can't even tell if the story is a lie or a truth.

I feel like crying.

I realized that the knowledge of music I put in my head over a month would not help me at all here.

I didn't study anything else on my stepmother's recommendation.

"Wow, I'm not talking about painting...."

Still, honest Cornelia tried to confess her ignorance early.

And it was the only way to avoid fatal wounds in exchange for ridiculing.

That's fine. That's right.

Countess Rosenthal commended the courage she had exuded in isolation and helplessness.

I almost reviewed it.

Instead, let's talk about the music and have a conversation with Cornelia to get a feel for her.If you do, you can control the subject and isolate the Marquises from their malice.I won't let the "Red Nobles" talk.That amount of power is on me.That's what I thought, and I was about to step out of the rescue ship.

The tip of the nail stopped snapping.

The Marquis de Baygod was familiar with Cornelia.

"Cornelia, you told me you were really good at painting.Or do you want to say that my old ears misheard?To deceive myself of my ignorance, you despise me...!! Oh, I can't believe I'm being humiliated at this age.Look at me with such terrible eyes..... "

"Oh, my good wife.I didn't expect my lovely son's wife to bite me.Is this the recompense of the righteous?Ladies and gentlemen, share my wife's grief. "

The Marquis de Baigod bent over and held her head with a handkerchief.

There is a voice of sympathy everywhere.

Her husband's Marquis deliberately raised his hands and appealed to the surroundings in a sandwich play.

Cornelia did not notice the cruel laughter in their eyes, clouding their words.

"... no... my mother-in-law is getting old..."

Then he soothed his expression and smiled hard.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

and apologized.

A bitter disappointment spread in the mouth of Countess Rosenthal.

She hated the Marquises of Baygod.

I was thinking like a waster poison bug.

Because he abused Vendell when he was a boy.

And yet Cornelia broke under pressure from a poisonous worm.

If I were to retreat to my yakuza opponent, I'd just be stuck.

Not only that, but even love laughs.

Cornelia is supposed to protect Vendell more than anyone.

That was unacceptable to the Countess.

... Cornelia actually talked because of her kindness.

I tried to protect my mother-in-law's honor, even if I was hurt.

Only if you love the good Vendell.

The Marquises of Baygod were familiar with the goodness of the Cornelians.

If Countess Rosenthal had been more personal with Cornelia, she would have seen something different.

In that way, you would have had a good relationship with Cornelia as a trusted leader and as a lover of the same Vendell.

The future of happiness for each other was, in fact, surprisingly close.

And the Countess of Rosenthal was still lost.

Because I knew what the Baygods were doing.

If Cornelia had just spoken out to the Marquis de Baigod, that would have triggered the stopped Countess's legs to move again.

But the buttons of fate were cruelly different.

After all, Cornelia did not object to the Baygods.

Cornelia still believed that her beloved Vendell parents welcomed her.

I wasn't expecting an opportunity to kick the poor aristocrat's daughter out.

She, loved by her parents, didn't know why Vendell warned the Marquises to stay away.Pure and malicious.

I wished I could be their bridge.

One day I was given Vendell's son and dreamed of a happy family reunion where we all laughed together.

I could not discern the cruelty of beating myself with a cane when I became pregnant.

Love for Vendell clouded Cornelia's identity.

It was the same with Countess Rosenthal.

I couldn't forgive Cornelia, who worshipped Vendell too much and could only seem to admire the original couple who harmed Vendell.

The little villains, the Baygods, were pebbles caught in the gear.

I have a natural role in kicking others.

I drove the fate of the two women who were supposed to have walked closer.

Countess Rosenthal turned her back on Cornelia.

I was even uncomfortable looking at my face.

To calm her mind, she left the other room early enough to anger her shoulders.

That was the beginning of Cornelia's tragedy.

The "Red Nobles" received a sign that the Countess of Rosenthal would like Cornelia to leave.

The "Red Nobles" are dead.

Revealed his nature and mocked Cornelia.

The Marquises of Baygod pretend to talk, and everyone follows.

There was a lot of talk, but there was no talk of music.

It was too late for Cornelia, who stood by, to realize her stepmother's true nature.

She fell when she was cut off from behind.

Unmerciful bullying, the waiter and caterer were frightened and watched him sneak around.

Some of the parlor maids were sympathetic and had tears in their eyes.

The musicians on the middle and second floors wondered whether they should continue playing and swimmed their eyes.

They had feelings, but they knew the ferocity of the "Red Nobles".

Even if you want to help Cornelia, if you move around, you might get hurt.

"Nice Duchess will be thirsty to keep talking.Can't you breathe? "

So he shouted, and someone bathed Cornelia with the wine he had left behind.

Like a champagne shower, the surroundings all at once imitated it.

The Countess took a breath in a separate room and regained her calm, recalling that the Mansion had a famous bow.

Cornelia is a godless archer.

If you take it, you'll be able to inspire a little confident talk.

Honestly, I don't care about Cornelia anymore, but knowing that tragedy will hurt Vendell's chest.

With that in mind, the Countess returned to the dance floor early enough to hold a bow and arrow.

The red nobles were dancing.

Not an elegant waltz.

It was a pair, but it was a primitive dance that was ecstatic about preying.

With the bracelet of reason off, they were laughing spookily.

The orange color of the candlestick changes to that of the photographer.

There was also the Marquis de Baigod and his wife in the circle.

Cornelia was surrounded by them and at the center of it.

It was rounded on the floor like a fetus.It doesn't move even though it tingles.

The pig's head must have been on it because it looked like a prey.

Organs are scattered around, and Cornelia is bloody.

It was as if it were a rumored sabato.

The Countess of Rosenthal was about to scream.

I thought the "Red Nobles" had dragged Cornelia's organs out and killed her.

It relieves me to see Cornelia's whole body trembling like a cloud.

Cornelia was alive, despite the face and expression of the dead.

The fluctuations in the heat of the candlesticks lined up on the floor only made the tremors appear soft.

It seems that the blood was also exposed to animals.

It's terrible bullying, but at least my body is intact.

When I was relieved, I felt angry at the same time.

Cornelia was trying to protect herself because she realized she was wearing a dress, not herself.

"... stop it...!! please stop it...!! The dress... this dress is the only one..."

I'm begging like a wolf.

Countess Rosenthal doesn't know it's Cornelia and Vendell's memorable dress.The first time they kissed each other, it was an irreplaceable treasure for Cornelia.

That's why I decided that I was just a weak bug who could care less about my dress.

"... what a shatter...For a woman who can fight next to him..... "

Unexpectedly, the voice of resentment leaked out.

Cornelia is loved by Vendell and can fight with Vendell.

She's not just a protected woman.

In this place without a warrior, he is the master of a bow that can be controlled by himself.

The Countess of Rosenthal has tears in her eyes.

"You have two things that I want to sell my soul to the devil.But why...!!!!

This is too humiliating for me.

Cornelia, chosen by the hero Vendell, should be a special woman.

In words, that's what I thought.

Countess Rosenthal gave Cornelia the bow she had in her hand to inspire her.

I expected Cornelia to stand up proud and crush stupid bullying.

But Cornelia was scared.

She had never forgotten her respect for her prey.

I came with a solemn feeling when I took him down.

I've never enjoyed killing before.

It was a natural rule in the mountains.

For such a woman, a sophisticated gentleman who was playing games with people was like an incomprehensible demon.

I was shocked by malicious intentions rather than by the treatment itself.

Only in that regard was Countess Rosenthal much more resistant to being forced into prostitution by her real parents as a child.Man's malice was common sense to the Countess, who was pressed against the cold floor and forced to tear apart his little purity while being beaten.

But the Countess, whose eyes were burning with Cornelia's brilliance at the ceremony, thought that Cornelia was above herself in everything.I felt contempt for her for not moving.

... if you like to be kept quiet by such idiots, feel free to do so.

How can a man with fangs who can't even protect himself protect Vendell?

You don't deserve to stand next to Master Vendell.

I sighed.

The cruel banquet of the "Red Nobles" continued without weariness.

"You guys!! What are you doing!!"

The Duke of Vendell and Red jumped into Cornelia to change his blood phase when a new pig's blood was poured into Cornelia.The impetus of the Red Duke, who survived the real battlefield, was incredible.The "red nobles" who were intoxicated by the pleasure of unilateral aggression were equal to the herd of small animals in front of him.

Vendell pushed the "red aristocrats" who were standing on their shoulders, looking for his wife Cornelia.Only his rough footsteps and breathing echo in the hall where the music stopped.

"Cornelia!!"

At the heart of the circle of "Red Nobles", the Red Duke finally found Cornelia breathing constantly, holding her in a bloody grin and screaming.

"How dare you defile my treasure...!!... how dare you...!!"

Instead of him, who lost much of his anger, the pattern of the sword rang.

Killing air seemed to roar from the bottom of the earth.

The sighted "red nobles" retreated to the wall to scatter the spider's children.

The Countess could not afford to laugh at the ridiculousness of the mackerel.

Red Duke's murderous gaze was also directed at the Countess.

"... Dear Vendell...? No!! This is...!!"

The Countess desperately tried to scream, knowing how she had seen him with her bow.

But the word never went out.

The Red Duke, who was hurt by his beloved wife, was the face of a beast on his shoulders.

It is too late for any explanation.

Then Vendell, who continues to admire it, wants to be slaughtered here.

The Countess wished so.

My hope in despair.

But even that wish never came true.

Cornelia worked hard to stop the Red Duke, who tried to kill everyone on the spot.

After the Red Duke picked up Cornelia and left, the "Red Nobles" remained frozen by the wall.The anger of the Red Duke was smoking like the aftertaste of lightning strikes.

The bow fell from the hand of Countess Rosenthal.

There was a cold, merciless sound.

Like the sound of rejection from a loved one.

"... how did this happen...?"

Vendell was willing to protect Cornelia by turning everything in the world into enemies.

I envy her.

She was the winner of life, even though she was mocked and humiliated by all the aristocrats on the scene.

If I could be replaced by Cornelia, I'd be happy to endure a hundred years of torture if you loved me so much.There was no regret when I died the moment I was embraced.

I've always admired Vendell.

I wanted to help him.

But his smile will never turn to me again.

The Countess laughs in her ear.

It was the voices of the women who had kicked her down because she had grown up.

"Oh, I'm relieved.You're with us now that we've lost everything. "

"You stupid bitch!! I can't believe you broke the most precious memories with your own hands."

"Live in anguish, despised by a man you love.The life you deserve. "

They thrust their fingers at her and gave her pleasure.

Countess Rosenthal stood up without even being able to shed tears.

... Cornelia hasn't been sick in her mind and social since that night.

The Duke of Red lamented deeply for Cornelia's wounds and did not forget the faces of the nobles who drove her.The Countess was considered one of the masters of bullying because she was the owner of the house at the dance venue and had a bow.He glanced at it coolly and walked away as if he didn't want to breathe the the same air.There was no island to follow, and it was another dream to solve misunderstandings.The Countess cried in her heart.

Still, the Countess' love for the Red Duke remained unchanged.

As Solomon had seen, there was a maiden at the bottom of her heart.

I always prayed that the Red Duke would be happy.

So I strongly hoped that Cornelia, his partner, would recover.

That night the Duke of Red realized that he wanted Cornelia's happiness the most.

But after a decade, Cornelia remained invincible.

Others' misfortune tastes like honey.

Cornelia became obsessed with "fallen geniuses" in aristocratic society.

I don't give up children either.

I even heard rumors that the Marquises of Baygod were about to give up the daughter of the Sherlock Chamber of Commerce as his son's mistress in exchange for debts.

Countess Rosenthal bit her teeth.

"... what are you doing...!! I can't believe I let such boring people...!! You must be the woman chosen by Vendell...!!"

In the empty room, the Countess was rough, shaking away an expensive pot and knocking it down.

"If you're not happy, Vendell will remain unhappy.Please, do it harder...! At least make me think that I had no choice but to hate her to protect her...!! "

He pressed his forehead against the wall and cried alone.

When Cornelia's name shined again by the demon dog Gulm crusade, it was perhaps the Countess Rosenthal who was most delighted besides her family and friends.

Cornelia said she fought a monster like Koyama without a step back to protect her newborn child from Vendell.The mightiest Royal Guard in Hydrangea came together to praise the battle.At first, they were nobles who mocked me, but as the magnificence of Gulm the Magic Dog who attacked the Duke's Mansion became apparent, I had to refrain from speaking ill.Gulm was eating and killing some of the best knights and warriors on the continent.

In addition, when the protected baby became famous in the palace as an abnormal genius, Cornelia's mother's reputation changed.

The "boy", named Rufus, was a true ancestor's ruby that no king or hero could wear.

Wearing, locust infestation, which has become a catastrophe since the history of Hydrangea, was stopped with minimal damage.The nobles who did not heed Rufus's advice declined, and the royal family who listened most enthusiastically regained the momentum of the past.

Rufus confounds the face and name of the nobleman at the end without a register of noblemen.

Talk about family structure, home origins, and territory details.

Read the weather and moderate the trend in the next aristocratic society.

The flying bird moves the Orange Chamber of Commerce like a limb, and its eyes and ears extend abroad.

He offered free manners and knowledge to sell more upstream aristocracy to the rising middle class.Society is made up of aristocrats.For people with old values, it was an act of teaching monkeys about human culture.The merchants who laughed at the first unknown favorites eventually turned pale.

Rufus realized that his true goal was a fusion of the utilitarian middle class and the noble culture of traditional authority.

In other words, it creates a new culture frontier.

That was Rufus's blueprint.

And as he was aiming, he became the core of the new culture.

I can send out a boom myself, so I can prepare the exact product in advance.

Rufus was quick to see through the times of change.

The absolute age of strong nobility is collapsing, and the next breath is about to bloom.

The new culture also attracts curious advanced aristocracy.

Not to be left behind in the times, something worthy of being a Rufus was born.

Hundreds of millions of dollars of wealth revolved around Rufus.

I have also heard that I have learned the legendary "people outside the kingdom".

In addition, the father was a hero, the Duke of Red.

The royal family bestowed the throne of Rufus, only three years old, but no one laughed.

A creature that looks like a girl but has no influence at all.

A genius that impresses Princess Margaret.

Therefore, people call Rufus by the name of "Princess Demon King".

Rufus had a glorious conversation with thousands of old nobles in Haichiyama, sparkling his father's red hair and red eyes.The nobles are surprised and delighted by the secret local pride that only they know.There is also a deep understanding of art, which is likened to pleasant dancing.

Even though it's so sociable, Rufus tends to be on his own.

I can't read my intentions and it's creepy.

In order not to be betrayed by this sack of wisdom, the royal family will not quit the title, not the marriage story.

Rufus' father, the Red Duke, has been told to surrender the First Princess, and Princess Margaret, the next heir to the throne, is tempted to join Rufus.It is rumored that the likelihood of becoming a king is extremely high.

"What an out-of-standard... son of the Red Duke."

To admire the nobility, Countess Rosenthal said subtly.

"It is a child of the Duke of Red and the Master of the Bow.No wonder. "

"I see. When the Duchess was called a corrupt genius, I wondered what would happen, but the Red Duchess was a bright eye."

The Countess concealed the smile from her mouth with a fan, lest the impressive aristocracy should understand.

And when I did, I sent Cornelia an invitation to the ball.

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The finished Countess Rosenthal took a long breath.

"The nobles we invited here tonight were gathered that night 14 years ago.I took the form of a masquerade ball to keep Cornelia from noticing.... thank you.Thanks to the magic eyes you gave me, my wish is finally fulfilled. "

Solomon glanced at his index finger with interest.

"Do you want to reconsider the confrontation compared to 14 years ago?The Magic Eye and the Magic Bow Hunter... fufu, this is a combination of research motivated cards.Or do you fascinate the Red Duke with the power of the magic eye? "

"Can you trace it? No, it's a reproduction of itself 14 years ago."

Speaking out, the Countess Rosenthal's eyes sparkled brightly.

Your hair swells like a beast upside down.

The sight is distorted.

"Wow, this is...."

Solomon looks around and admires.

The Countess' castle, which was ageing, was recently restored.

The stylish architectural style returns to the dark castle with the old martial arts bones.

A gloomy building with a lot of history of torture and killing.

Robust stone walls keep the call for help from the prey out.

It wasn't just the castle that came back.

The nobles who were gathered at the dance venue were also rejuvenated.

But they have no doubt.

Because their hearts were back at night 14 years ago.

It was a powerful hypnotic ability of the Countess' magical eyes to freely reconcile her sight and spirit.

"It's amazing to use the Magic Eye so quickly.But this is life-threatening.It would be more efficient to focus on defeating Cornelia or capturing the Red Duke. "

The Countess laughed at Solomon's proposal.

"I'm sorry about both.I want to see if Cornelia is right for Vendell this time.Otherwise, I won't go a step forward.Neither I nor Cornelia remained in captivity that night.But if it's Cornelia now...The confrontation is not over.Besides... "

Bloody Shizukuzuku runs through her cheeks from the familiarity of the overloaded Countess Rosenthal.

Solomon looked like she was crying.

"Memories with Vendell who helped me on a snow day are my treasures.Even though my body was filthy, my mind was beautiful back then.If I use magic eyes on him, I'll really lose everything. "

And Solomon stood up, and put his hand against his chest, and bowed himself in humility.

"... respect that love.I'm glad I gave you the magic eye. "

Countess Rosenthal admired the Red Duke so much that she never said she loved him.It's like you don't deserve to talk.

You won't talk about it in the future.

She loved him so much.

And Solomon lay down his head in his pity, and dared to speak of love and mouth.

The Countess watched in surprise and threw up embarrassed.

"This is just a woman's idea.Dirty women risk their lives to their will, just as fallen men risk their lives for pride.I can't help but have it. "

Solomon felt a shy maiden on the back of the despicable Countess Rosenthal.

"Fufu, you're just trying to say it's delicate.What a beautiful place it is then.Suitable for my research. Let's drink to the Freudian soul at least. "

and raised the wine glass that I had at some point.

The Countess stopped her feet slightly as she crossed the door in front of Solomon.

"... this crazy mad scientist.I wonder if you're going to insist on some kind of research to help that maid's daughter. "

The tone was strong, but there was a love in my eyes.

Solomon laughed bitterly when he was cut off brilliantly.

"Did you notice that?It's Alisa, after all, women are mysterious.It is worth learning. Now, let me take a look at the battle of women.Good luck. "

"Whatever you want."

The Countess of Rosenthal nodded with pride, brushing the hem of the dress and disappearing behind the door.

She had a clear face.

Solomon left behind the door until after it was closed.

"... fufu, I'm done.Alisa, no matter how much power you have, you still can't reach me. "

Solomon smiled slightly.

He realized that Alisa had left herself and wandered into Scarlet's pocket.

Sometimes Brad and I made a truce ahead of ourselves so we wouldn't have to tie hands.

Then he put the Seven Demons to the test, and cut down the time for the manifestation of the true Blood.

Everything is on Alisa's hands.

"But don't underestimate scholars.It is the pioneers of our wisdom who have overcome diseases, external enemies and obstacles to humanity.My fight with you has just begun.Someday I'll humiliate and distort your straight face. "

Solomon speaks like a solo play under the moonlight.

"You think of Countess Rosenthal as nothing but dust.From your point of view, even I can see that the Countess is nothing but a stranger who has disturbed the Queen. "

Solomon's nasal glasses glitter.

"But, Alisa. I'll put a bet on the Countess.If the sidekick shines more than necessary, the stage will be futile.I'll drive you crazy about your perfect calculations.This is my "gift" that draws the power of the (...) end (...) to the (...) person (...) raw (...).

As Solomon spread out his hands, countless gold coins floated in the universe.

The gold coins moved fluffily and stacked vertically.

Solomon pressed his fingertips against the top gold coin.

"Now, it's time for the bet.The Countess showed readiness to put her life at risk."Gifts" are gifts and poisons.Cornelia, as the mother of my loved one, Scarlet.Show me what you can do. "

The gold coins shined and scattered in bright light.

Solomon vanished, and there remained only a deep darkness.