Chapter5. Intentionally arouse anger. (6)
“f*ck you!”
I threw down the bowl I was holding. And I glared at it as if it were going to kill me.
“How did I put this to rest?”
It was Requiem that made my body recover unusually quickly.
This was because there was a habit of always trying to make users feel the best. This was something I couldn’t control or suppress.
The problem is that this recovery used up all the vitality I had stored up.
“Even if I couldn’t do it, I could have lasted a week. I can’t believe I turned this into cake in three days.”
Diego’s attack made me suffer from hunger again. Just like when I first got my hands on Requiem.
The emptiness tormented me constantly. It only subsided a little while I was eating, and then I got up again and scratched my stomach.
“I’m angry, really.”
I picked up the bowl again and poured water on my head. She mumbled, feeling the smooth feel of her face.
“But you didn’t touch your face.”
I twitched my lips and slowly washed my body. Slowly, my feelings calmed down, and my anger slowly cooled down.
“What now?”
I had a headache. He thought that after obtaining Requiem, his life would never be threatened.
“As expected, the life of the world’s greatest villain is difficult.”
There is a mountain beyond the mountain.
Because it was something that wasn’t in the original, we couldn’t deal with it in advance. Because Abel in the original film held Requiem and never met her father while still in his right mind.
“I guess I’ll have to pretend to be sick for a while.”
At least while Diego was at the castle. The problem came when Diego went out to the border and came back.
“I don’t know how to hide my energy.”
What if I throw away the Requiem?
In the first place, I didn’t even consider the option of throwing away Requiem. No, I don’t even know if I can throw it away.
“I wouldn’t be able to learn this from Liam.”
He barely noticed that something had changed in me, but there was no way he could hide his energy.
The level of being able to visually see the energy of others was only possible when a person was as strong as Diego.
“That means….”
This meant that every time Diego returned to the castle, I would be exposed to violence under the guise of discipline.
“Of course I won’t die.”
No matter what injury I sustain, Requiem will restore my body at will. Every time that happens, the amount of emptiness I have to deal with increases.
“It’s difficult.”
I was lost in thought with soap bubbles on my head.
“……In the end, do I have to leave?”
It was something I had in mind as well. Although she didn’t expect it to come so soon.
“for now,”
I raised my head and looked into the distance.
“I guess I’ll have to pay the price for flaunting my mouth so carelessly.”
With your eyes shining brightly.
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It’s a dark hour, Kader.
“Alcohol! Bring me more alcohol!”
“Ahaha, Narido Cha-am….”
“You’re not polite, cackle.”
On a street lined with bars, actors of the night were loudly enjoying themselves.
Soft red lighting, slow-flowing music, and a woman.
“Would you like to order?”
The prostitutes who served alcohol in the hall were all dressed as if they were naked.
And if you pay money to the manager, you can go into a room inside the bar with the prostitute you like.
Inside, moans and screams of joy rang out as if they had made a promise.
Sigh.
The tavern door opened, and Pierre appeared. He came in with brisk steps and sat down at the bar.
“A glass of Charlotte.”
He flicked the silver coin with his finger, and the bartender cleverly caught it.
“Please wait a moment.”
The other guests looked at Pierre as if they were quite satisfied. This is because the whiskey he ordered was the most expensive and rare liquor here.
Pierre enjoyed the gaze and chuckled.
‘They just order cheap beer and sit there.’
He also drank cheap beer here just a few days ago. And he just stared at the prostitutes’ attractive buttocks.
‘But today is different.’
Pierre licked his lips and looked at the prostitutes passing by.
“Here is the Charlotte you ordered.”
While sipping the whiskey politely handed to me by the bartender.
“Heh.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
This time felt like a reward given to myself for performing my assigned tasks well.
‘I have an order to give you.’
When Diego secretly called him and gave him a task, Pierre felt his heart swell. He felt as if he was a secret investigator carrying out the king’s orders.
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He was a newcomer who had just entered the castle. However, Abel’s notoriety had become a scab on his ears.
Reporting Abel’s actions to Diego fueled Pierre’s sense of justice. He even had the illusion that he was saving the castle’s occupants who were trembling in fear.
So Pierre devoted himself even more to the task. Then, not long ago, he almost got into trouble.
‘It was about two weeks ago.’
While Abel was visiting the village, Diego burst into the castle without warning.
He tried to take as much time as possible, but Diego’s tact was extraordinary, and Abel ended up getting slapped by his father.
‘Master, please dispose of it.’
When he knelt in front of Abel, who had a frown on his face, Pierre thought that today was the day he would die.
In fact, he didn’t even know where ‘there’ was. I just heard the servants hissing in fear.
So I just trembled and begged Abel.
however.
‘If you understand, take him out.’
For some reason, Abel just sent Pierre away. And she didn’t even call me aside later and hit me with her hand.
Pierre was very scared. However, he was also the type of person to forget that fear quickly.
He returned to his dorm that day and thought about it.
‘Ah, thank goodness.’
Being able to continue carrying out Count Diego’s secret mission.
It felt as if he had been dragged in front of an evil enemy and returned alive after being saved. He completely forgot that he had begged for his life.
At the same time, we made a promise. He said he would make an example of that vicious young master who persecuted him.
So I focused even more on monitoring Abel. As a result, he was able to raise a harvest worth reporting to Diego.
a few days ago.
After returning from the border, Diego called all the servants and had a meeting with them as usual.
‘Master Abel… … ‘He was crossing swords with a certain knight.’
Diego then asked what the driver thought. Pierre recalled his memory as best as he could and answered sincerely.
‘… … Right.’
Diego nodded heavily. Then he handed Pierre a pouch.
‘Good work.’
With one word:
The thick silver coins in that pocket were,
‘Forget what you saw today.’
contained meaning. Also, I will not reveal this fact.
And a few hours later. Pierre heard that Abel and Diego had a rough fight in the restaurant. And that too while swinging swords at each other.
At that moment, he had a hunch.
‘It’s because of the report I posted.’
I did it.
The iron fist of justice that he had given was aimed at the master. The castle users no longer have to be swayed by the master’s merciless violence.
In addition, he received generous compensation. There could not have been a more perfect ending.
“Hehe.”
Pierre fumbled with the silver coins that were heavy in his pocket. There were many things he wanted with this money.
For example,
‘Matilda!’
There’s a prostitute passing by, shaking her butt.
Pierre was not good at saving money. Because every day he had off, he would come to the tavern here and waste his money on drinks.
Moreover, the prostitute he had his eye on, Matilda, was famous for her high price even here. An amount that cannot be easily paid with just one servant’s salary.
So, the days were spent drooling over her without even being able to buy her. He finally saved enough money to ‘purchase’ Matilda for her.
There was no such thing as a windfall to be able to earn such extra income by reporting on the master’s daily routine.
Pierre grinned and nodded to the bartender.
“To Matilda.”
I already knew Matilda’s ransom. So she immediately took out her silver coins and poured them out.
Clap, clap, clap.
The sound of the silver coins hitting each other was so mesmerizing that it gave me chills to the very end.
“All right.”
The bartender bows his head politely,
“Hoo.”
The envious looks from the people around me were all so sweet.
After a while.
Pierre was in a small room with Matilda. True to its purpose, the room contained only a bed, a small nightstand, and a lamp.
“Shall we begin?”
Matilda smiled mischievously. She then climbed up against him as he lay on the bed.
“Ego…….”
Pierre swallowed his saliva as he looked at Matilda. It was the moment when he decided to move a little more actively.
“—!”
“-Ah! Stop it!”
” -Call!!”
A loud noise came from a corridor that was not very soundproofed. It seemed like the sounds of several people shouting and urgent running were mixed together.
“what?”
Pierre stopped his hand in shock. Matilda tilted her head.
“What?”
“Did you hear anything outside just now?”
“I’m not sure?”
A look of annoyance briefly flashed in Matilda’s eyes.
‘I want to finish it quickly.’
She didn’t care what happened outside.
Anyway, disturbances occurred frequently in this tavern. Men who were heavily intoxicated would cause accidents every day.
‘It will quiet down soon anyway.’
Since they sold alcohol and illegally bought and sold prostitutes, bars also paid a lot of attention to security. Soon her goons, whom she knows well, will come running and put down this commotion.
‘Ha, bother.’
She just wanted to deal with this customer quickly.
The time you have to spend with your guests is limited. And the faster the guests leave, the more time you have to rest.
Matilda deliberately grabbed Pierre’s hand.
“Go on, come on.”
After hesitating for a moment, Pierre was quickly captivated by the soft feel of his palm.
“ha…….”
Matilda’s exclamations poured out. The moment Pierre tried to gain more courage,
bang!
[Aaaah!]
[what?!]
A noise came from the room next door. It was the sound of the door being opened roughly and the screams of the two men and women in the room.
Pierre and Matilda were startled and stopped in place.
“Did you just hear that?”
“Ah, yes. I think I heard it from the next room….”
“Does this happen often?”
“Oh, no. That can’t be possible.”
This much was true.
The rowdy guests couldn’t just open the basement door. Additionally, prostitutes were taught to lock their doors once inside.
“But why….”
Pierre, who was muttering, lowered his voice. This is because the noisy room next door suddenly became quiet.
Then,
[Aaaah!]
Suddenly, a woman’s piercing scream came out.
“omg!”
Pierre and Matilda turned into rabbit eyes and stood up.
“Well, let me find out what’s going on.”
Matilda got down next to the bed. Next moment,
bang!
The two people’s door opened roughly.
“Ouch!”
Matilda retreats in surprise,
“W-what is it?”
Pierre looked at the door in confusion.
There was a man with black hair standing in the doorway. I couldn’t see his face because he was standing with his back to the hallway light.
“What are you?!”
Pierre shouted in bewilderment.
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