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Shouldn’t you go to prison at least once before you die? (29)

The words and touches towards Erina were as beautiful as cut from a scene from a romance novel, and the worry and affection towards Erina were enviably sweet. And at the same time, a brutal slaughter occurred that could not be attributed to the same person.

Chenin captured everything clearly with her own two eyes. With one hand stroking Erina’s head, with his other hand he plucked out the tongues and eyes of the guards, and cut their body into pieces like tofu.

He wasn’t just randomly chopping them up. It was so simple and precise that the men had to scream with pain worse than death every time their body fell off little by little.

When his hand stopped right in front of Chenin, Chenin failed to sense the passage of time. She didn’t notice the sweat trickling down her back, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him even as water trickled down her legs and wet the floor.

His index finger whirled around in the air as if pondering, then he lowered his eyes for a moment and looked at Erina’s pink hair. In an instant, his eyes softened and he changed into an innocent man who seemed like he had never said anything harsh to others.

And at that moment, Chenin felt goosebumps all over his body.

Perhaps he had turned his mind towards Erina, fortunately, he did not inflict any pain towards Chenin. When he snapped his fingers, Chenin’s body seemed to rise, and she was just moved to an empty room in the imperial palace.

And, like they had waited for her, the maids of the imperial castle lined up to greet Chenin, and were persuading her to get out of her dirty appearance and look more human. Of course, the result of that persuasion has not been achieved until now, a few days later.

“There is no danger here. You don’t have to worry.”

Chenin was scared. She even felt guilty, wondering if her greed had summoned a colossal being.

In exchange for a fleeting honor, she laid ruin at her feet. If those who hold the honor and power in their hands spend days like this every day, Chenin even had the unusual thought that it would not be bad to just pick fruits leisurely at Sezaine.

She curled up her toes, clutching the stained sheets like her life. She was still nervous, and her whole body was tense.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

No one answered, but the door was flung open. It was rude enough to enter a woman’s room without permission, but Chenin, who could be said to be the owner of the room now, rather welcomed the man who opened the door with his head up.

“You look amazing.”

Chenin was moved to tears. Even though they had just met, she thought they had become quite close as they ate together for a few days and talked a lot.

As soon as she checked Evan’s face, she cursed at herself, when the tension was now relieved.

“… If I tell you what I have seen and experienced, you will faint in an instant.”

“I think what I’ve been through is just as hard?”

“No, whatever you’ve been through doesn’t compare to what I’ve been through.”

Chenin still did not let go of the blanket and smiled bitterly. But her eyes were still trembling with fear.

“What would you say to a person who saw with his own two eyes that Count Abitz’s mansion turned into a handful of dust in an instant?”

“Have you ever seen a human body cut into very straight pieces the size of the palm? Even if a chef could handle a knife well, they won’t cut it as precisely!”

“Certainly I didn’t see that. But I saw a lot of people who worked in County Abitz die brutally.”

Suddenly, the conversation between Chenin and Evan focused on who had the more bizarre experience. The two of them talked without backing down.

Chenin, who hadn’t even let go of the sheet, strode out of bed and stood right in front of Evan’s nose, putting her hand on her waist and said.

“Have you ever been locked up in a dungeon? Have you ever seen women’s bodies stuffed inside that dungeon? I was almost beaten and forced to split my legs apart by bear-like males twice as big as me. But what scares me more than that is Merson… It’s him! The Merson who mercilessly killed the men without blinking an eye while holding Erina in his arms!”

At that time, she felt relieved as if the congestion that had been clogged up inside her had subsided.

But that relief was short-lived. Evan, who she thought would answer again, went silent. She looked up at the tall Evan and saw that he had quite sad eyes.

The moment Chenin saw those eyes, she remembered her one and only family, her grandfather. She was disturbed by the fact that there was another person who looked at her like this.

“… Don’t pity me.”

Unable to look Evan in the eyes anymore, Chenin turned her head first. She was a Countess. Her past as the Countess was filled with shame.

“How can I not pity?”

“Do you know how it feels to be pitied on?! The one pity you give to others to be comfortable drives me crazy!”

“Then change your clothes.”

Chenin screamed, but Evan casually pointed to the extra dress the maids had brought out.

“What are you doing?”

“Bloody and dusty, messy hair. None of your fingernails or toenails were intact, and you even had a terrible stench. Even calling you a beggar is pitiful! How can I not pity such a person? It feels like I will be dragged to hell for eating a piece of bread in front of someone who looks like this.”

“…….”

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