This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 - Chapter 163

Shouldn’t you go to prison at least once before you die? (11)

The Saint who instantly turned her surroundings into a sensual air threw off even her top. Bulging breasts, pink nipples, attractive buttocks together with her slim waist, and her smooth, white legs. It was a body that brought the beholder to ecstasy.

“Saint, Count Abitz asks to see you.”

“Let him in.”

Following an old priest’s guidance, Count Abitz entered. It was clear from his hesitant steps that he was coming to tell her an unpleasant story.

“Saint…….”

Thud-

The door closed behind him, and Count Abitz was left to stand with his mouth open for a while, forgetting the purpose of his visit. The Saint, standing naked in front of a window bathed in brilliant sunlight, was a goddess herself.

The Saint approached him in an enchanting manner without shame, and she stood in front of Count Abitz.

“What happened? I was just about to come to the County.”

She wanted to meet Chenin. She needed to find out what her relationship was with Kayle and Erina Holden, why they attended the County’s banquet, and if there was any connection between County Abitz and the demon king.

The count, who had been staring openly at the Saint’ body, made ceaseless efforts to hold on to his sane mind, which had already fallen. The desire to rub his black genitals against those white legs at any moment boiled over.

Even after reading the count’s thoughts, the Saint acted more boldly.

“Did you want to see me?”

It was funny how the count trembled when she ran her fingers down the Count’s neck. The Saint found this reaction amusing.

To see men who are restless at the slightest gesture of her hands. Even if she doesn’t really love it, even if they don’t have anything worth giving her body to, this kind of entertainment is always enjoyable.

“Well, that’s not it, but the problem…….”

“Problem?”

The Saint’s words came back sharply. Now, just hearing the word ‘problem’ made her reflexively nervous.

What else went wrong this time? It was so difficult to see a country girl fooling around in the county.

Forgetting to embarrass the count, the Saint quickly put on her gown. With regret, the Count smacked his lips.

“First, take a look at this.”

It was a neatly folded white note. Seeing that the upper corner of it was heavily crumpled, it was evident that the Count was quite furious upon reading this. The Saint read the contents at once.

[Count, I’m tired of being your puppet wife. Rather, digging potatoes is more fun. There is even a feeling of joy when you dig for king potatoes, life is dry right now! Life is like dried squid! I’m going back to Sezaine now. We’re splitting up. Don’t look for me again, don’t contact me. —Chenin Frohen.

Crunch-

The paper is crumpled. Instead of the surname Abitz, Chenin wrote down her original parent’s surname, ‘Frohen’. This meant a complete change of heart.

“… How did this happen?”

“I sent the maids down to dress her up before the Saint arrived, and they said that this note was left there.”

“When did she leave?”

“… They say no one has seen her.”

“How could no one see the countess when she goes out?!”

The Saint rarely shouted. The Count was surprised and out of habit took out his handkerchief and wiped away the sweat. It is true that he was indifferent to Chenin, and it is true that she could not even attend the banquet she had been waiting for, so there was no doubt that she had left the house because of it.

However, since the Saint was the one who ordered Chenin not to be allowed to attend the banquet, the count felt unfair even at this small fact.

“She, she couldn’t have gone that far.”

“Find her right now. If you get divorced and lose Sezaine, we will lose all our money and time. Grab her by her skirt, beg her, lick her feet, threaten her, or by any means, put her back in the County. Do you understand?”

The Count repeatedly nodded. The Saint’s head was so hot that it was about to burst from the skein of thread that had been twisted once again. She wonders how that girl, who until recently couldn’t even make a sound and listened obediently, came up with such an outrageous idea.

Apparently, the count didn’t seem to notice that at all. No, he wasn’t interested in the first place, so it’s only obvious that he didn’t know.

“… no way.”

“What’s wrong?”

Suddenly, an assumption came to mind. What if she really had something to do with Kayle and went to him?

It is clear that there is something that shook the mind of a toy who listens well. Even when she thinks about who gave Chenin such a stimulus, she can’t come up with a suitable face.

“Count, release your soldiers.”

“Yes. I’ll search everywhere on the way to Sezaine right away.”

“And also at the inn.”

“Inn?”

“For some reason, I think she’s there. With someone so exalted.”

The Count found it difficult to understand when the Saint spoke unknown words. They’re using his soldiers, he had to know what she was thinking specifically.

“Even if Chenin is there, it doesn’t look good for soldiers to rush in and take her.”

“We are not going to catch a runaway wife.”

“Then…….”

The Saint’s gown was disheveled as she scrunched her shoulders. The count naturally pursued her and failed to discover that the Saint was smiling.

“We’re going to arrest the killer who killed Theron Abitz.”

* * *

I tightened the straps of my backpack. I didn’t have to look around to see if anything was missing. We didn’t have much luggage in the first place, so I was able to finish the preparations without much difficulty, even though it was late on the morning of the day we decided to leave.

Besides, some of the clothes were torn beyond repair, so I had less luggage than before I had arrived.

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