This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 - Chapter 175

Shouldn’t you go to prison at least once before you die? (23)

When the desire to be truthful or whatever was driven out and the desire to live became priority, then people would eventually spit out the words they want. My situation is exactly like that now.

“Now, why did you kill Theron Abitz? When did you start using in black magic!”

It’s hard to bear even the ringing shouts in my ears. The man, who pressed his face closer, began to shake the chair again. Ah- I’m dizzy.

“Ha… You are totally making me a criminal.”

“Just answer the questions. What was the reason you killed Theron Abitz, and when did you start using black magic?”

“…… .”

“Did you kill out of inferiority towards him being the eldest son of a promising Count family?”

I didn’t answer, but the man started saying whatever out of his mouth. The words were a ploy to attach a reason for the crime to me somehow.

“…….”

“As an orphan, you lived in a house without family or friends and thought, ‘Why am I like this? My fate is too harsh!” As time passed, it must have naturally turned into hatred for others. When you saw people laughing happily, you felt unbearable anger. Right?”

“Tell me more.”

One of the man’s cheeks twitched. He widened his eyes and continued his words, paying attention to his pronunciation very clearly, fearing that I might not understand him properly.

“Obsessed with the desire to make others as miserable as yourself, you happened to hear about black magic. You were tempted by the fact that even if you don’t have magic, you can use strong magic at someone’s expense. At first, it must have been a child. An innocent, powerless, weak child who can be killed very easily.”

“Whoa, that’s a real piece of shit.”

“Around the time when you were slowly filling up your magic and could easily kill an adult man, Count Abitz, who was growing in popularity and raising his family, naturally caught your eye. His young, handsome son, Theron Abitz, quickly becomes your target. You seduced Chenin Abitz, who was usually blinded by lust for power, and brought her into contact with Theron Avits, then made her use the magic tool you had black magic on, and eventually succeeded in killing him!”

What was worse than blood was the man’s filthy spraying saliva. If my hand had been a little free, I would have wiped it off at once… As I tried to keep still from the splashing around my eyes, I couldn’t hear what the man said.

“That’s very incoherent and clichéd.”

“… you’re still denying it until the end.”

There are too many ‘coincidences’. Didn’t you have any intention of showing even the least amount of sincerity?

The muscle man moved his whip-holding arm in an attempt to hasten my answer. My body trembled in fear at the sharp sound smacking the floor. My mind was calm, but my body screamed first.

“I’ll admit it.”

“…… !”

Those words lightly blocked the arm of the muscle man who was about to swing the whip again. It may not be comparable to me being tortured, but the man who was feeling tired from holding it for a long time pricked his ears as if welcoming the word. I raised my troubled eyes and looked up at the man with difficulty.

“Even if I said no, you wouldn’t believe it.”

“You’re slow at picking things up.”

“I have strong patience.”

Suddenly, a proverb came to mind. You can avoid one murder if you can be patient three times. Something needs to be changed, but there is no other word that comes to me as desperately as this one.

When the opportunity arises, I must kill him. I hate being patient three times.

I had to admit everything and write a flimsy statement full of loopholes. I couldn’t stand the nausea when my skin touched the musclemen’s skin disgustingly as my hand didn’t have strength.

Wow, it’s still a series of torture until the end. In the end, I got hit a few more times in the face for soiling the statement with vomit, but I couldn’t stand it either.

As my hands were untied, my mind began to grow more and more hazy. The musclemen grabbed me and dragged me into an uncomfortable position, remembering to cover my eyes with a bloodstained cloth.

Flop–

I fell and the cold, damp floor hit my cheek. Soon there was a strong sound of metal and a sobbing voice that wasn’t mine hit my head.

“You bastards, you made people to this point?!”

The sound mixed with crying echoed around, but the sound of footsteps walking away was heartless.

“Are you okay? You really can’t die here. If you die here, I’ll die!”

“…….”

“Huhuu. Open your eyes…….”

“…….”

“Wake up! Huhngg…….”

I didn’t know that I would film such a touching true story, a melodrama that cannot be seen without shedding tears. And… I opened my eyes. It looks like my eyes are swollen and closed, but am I opening my eyes right now?

It’s hard to say, but Chenin has been asking me questions constantly. I kept my mouth shut because it was too much for me to speak up. I thought that if I stayed like this, she would not be able to stop that whining sound, so I opened my mouth.

“… I’m not crying, why are you, fucking crying…….”

“Do you have the energy to curse!”

That’s a mistake. She got worse. I, who would be covered in blood, began to calm Chenin.

“I, I won’t die. Stop crying…….”

“Kuhngg, you’re out of breath!”

“That’s okay. When I was young, cough, I used to take… a lot of tonic…….”

“Now you’re even talking nonsense! Oh, dear Lord. My God.”

I wanted to ask her since when did she believe in God, but now I’m really exhausted. My remaining energy is 0.0001%.

My eyes, unknown whether they’re opened or closed, really brought darkness, and Chenin’s cry, which was particularly loud, fortunately did not follow to the other side of consciousness.

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