The Tragedy of The Villainess

Chapter 111

Baron Ison was a very loyal mentor and acquaintance to Lina in the original story. Lina’s disappearance from this world was the same as in the original novel. Baron Ison dreamed of the return of the Saintess and prayed for her every day…

Originally, Baron Ison became a nobleman after Lina disappeared. This was because he felt a great interest in the suggestion that he could teach the saints, and had been organizing all the existing seats.

However, Lina disappeared. Later, when Lina came back, the Baron was fully compensated as a teacher of saints, but until then, his position was a bit dangerous.

In the original story, Seria didn’t let Baron Ison be. She harassed him in all sorts of diverse and inventive ways, so much so that Baron Ison couldn’t even show up at a social gathering without a good reason.

‘I have no intention of going that far.’

Seria opened her mouth.

“I have something to tell you about Saintess.”

“Yes? What is it?”

“It’s a bit much to talk here, let’s talk inside the prayer room.”

Then Seria walked away. Baron Ison was in a hurry, but he couldn’t move easily. It wasn’t merely that he was timid. Even in the Glick Empire, there was no noble who could disobey the words of the Grand Duke of Berg and Stern.

Inside the prayer room, there was an altar with the Stern insignia made of holy gold. Seria walked to the front of the altar and Baron Ison followed.

“Baron Ison.”

“Yes, Grand Duchess Berg.”

Seria took out the circlet she’d been wearing inside her clothes. Then, without hesitation, she brought it close over the Stern insignia.

Instantly Baron Ison screamed and collapsed.

He didn’t have time to assess the situation and passed out just like that. Seria crouched down in front of Baron Ison. Then, she covered her face with her hands and laughed.

To the world, she would look like a very crazy person who would laugh in front of a fallen person, but her laughter was an empty laugh that erupted in gasps.

That bewilderment when a hypothesis that she had tried to formulate as a ‘what if’ turned out to be a perfect fit.

“What if it really falls down…..”

The problem was that the hypothesis had receded from the tone.

***

*Linon’s pov*

“Finally, I found the place where these bug-like guys came from.”

Linon sighed. It was fortunate that he found it before turning around.

In his hand was a report much more compact than the one he had posted to Seria. Actually, he wanted to look good to Seria, so he purposely looked up resource books, extracted the original text, and uploaded an inflated report. And, for the report to be used in practice now, just this amount was sufficient.

It was already full of shocking contents even if he simply listed the facts.

Especially….

“Mies’s biological mother was a sorceress.”

This one was just more of a mundane lascivious drama. It would have been better for the people in the green manor who encountered the nightmares.

Linon sighed as he continued.

His master, Lesche Berg, had put a lot of thought into trying to find a way to destroy the unidentified shadow that had consumed the Laurel Manor over the past few years. It was on the same level as suicide, considering the murderous amount of work that the head of the house had to handle.

Of course, the same was true for the Knight Commander, Alliot. Linon had a history of vowing to be loyal to Lesche until the day he died, so he did his best as Chief Aide. He gathered information to destroy the shadows. Every time he was invited to the green manor, he would find and organize every speck of dust and information about the different races and sorcerers.

Who would have thought that collecting this information would become a factor of inevitable defeat for Mies?

The sorcerers of the Nestla Kingdom, led by Mies, had certain qualifications that they had to fulfill.

All of their parents had to be sorcerers.

It was something that was clearly documented in the information that Linon had collected so far. This information wasn’t much significant then, but it was different now.

Therefore, Mies had already used the same spell..

“He wasn’t even the young master…..” (*Mies is not related to Lesche. Mies doesn’t have Berg’s blood. It was all fake)

They thoroughly toyed with their predecessor, the Grand Dukes. Worms that sucked on Berg, no more, no less.

“Scary. It’s scary. I’m scared.”

He dared not imagine what Susan’s reaction would be when she heard this secret. Aside from the living release of Mies’s flesh, he felt as if their suffering, which had already been submerged like a watery cloth over the years, had become a deep regret and had come to life again. Still, he couldn’t help but tell them.

They were solid people. They would somehow take it well.

And fortunately, there were some people who were pouring out their hearts.

Seria Berg.

If it weren’t for this Grand Duchess, they would overcome it somehow because she was here.

Susan wouldn’t change too much like nightshade, either. It was a matter of hope.

“What was I going to do without my beloved star?”

Linon snapped angrily, his eyes bloodshot from not being able to sleep for days.

“If you see anything even remotely suspicious, no, just scrape up everything you can see! I’ll be back to sort it out!”

“Yes!”

There was a clattering sound as the aides swept the items into bags.

“Don’t break it!”

“It’s not happening!”

Linon shook the report he had already memorized. It was then that the words suddenly entered his gaze.

“You really don’t understand why the sorcerers wanted the circlet so much.”

The aide who was following hurriedly replied.

“Mies wanted it because he received a sign.”

“Mies, Mies, what nonsense is that? Still, collect them for me.”

“Yes.”

Linon gave a tired look.

“The stigmata of the bones….”

“The Grand Duchess will not be pleased.”

“Surprisingly, she might say it’s okay…she’s strong.”

“That’s true. She’s very unpredictable.”

It was then.

“Chief Aide!” Please come with me for a moment!”

“What’s going on? What’s going on?”

Linon hurriedly took off at the sound of fear. The three aides were buzzing around one object.

“What is it? Is it a box? Oh, this…?

Linon’s pupils dilated.

In the basement of the green manor, there was a glass box in the exact same shape as the Box of the Blue Sea, where Martha’s hair was sealed. The only other thing in the box was a small piece of material. It looked exactly the same, so people would think it would be a replica if it was put next to it.

“I wonder what the black thing is. It’s very sinister.”

“Shall I take it off? Shall I destroy it?”

“…”

A black shadow was swaying from the inside of the glass box. Shadows were also attached to the surface.

The other aides buzzed with surprise at their first encounter with this strange darkness. But Linon knew this darkness well.

It was that strange darkness that had consumed the green manor for so long. Linon said, crumpling up the paper and putting it in his pocket.

“Take this, too.”

“Yes!”

****

Mies slowly opened his eyes.

A momentum of energy was flowing through his body. With clouded eyes he looked far into the distance at the square on the table. It was methodically wrapped in cotton fabric and leather, but it couldn’t hide the energy that flowed from within.

It seemed his home base had already been ransacked. They probably saw it and brought it here to interrogate him. Those fools.

He thought his body would recover to some extent if he stayed a little longer like this. Mies was in a better mood and wanted to laugh, but he was too weak to do so.

Click.

Mies raised his head at the sound of the door opening, and immediately he chuckled.

“Long time no see. Sir Alliot.”

Alliot closed the door with a sullen expression.

“I see the child has grown up. I was the second Master, and you are so cocky that you don’t even answer. The one who just follows the Grand Duchess around…..”

It was a provocation, but Alliot didn’t answer anything. He just cleaned up the torture chamber with his familiar skills. He wiped up every single blood spatter on the floor and drew a straight line on the floor with chalk. After lighting the fragrant herbs, he finally opened his mouth.

“Don’t say anything nonsense about the Grand Duchess.”

“Nonsense?”

Mies twisted his lips.

“Oh, talk of being a b*stard? Why not? It’s not wrong, is it?”

“….”

Alliot didn’t say anything, but he pulled out a dagger. The sharp blade filled Mies’s eyes with physiological dread. That was when it happened. The closed door opened and Lesche entered.

“Your Highness.”

Lesche gave the torture chamber a cursory glance, then spoke to Alliot.

“Leave.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Soon, they were the only two people in the torture chamber. It didn’t take long for a stifling silence to flow.

“…ahh!”

Lesche grabbed Mies’s chin roughly and Mies gritted his teeth. His limbs were completely restrained, and Lesche’s strength was too strong. He couldn’t hold it for long, not with Lesche’s red eyes glaring at him like he was going to kill him. Mies gradually averted his gaze. It felt like he was facing a ravenous beast in front of him.

“Your mother was a sorceress.”

“….!”

‘’I didn’t think you were planning to enter Berg after that, and there’s so much to tear off and eat.”

Mies swallowed dry saliva mixed with blood. While Lesche spoke in a low voice, Mies’s jawbone, caught by Lesche, seemed to be broken by now.

“What’s the spell, I didn’t know you were so good at using magic.”

“How did you…?”

Mies’s eyes were shaking violently. The fact that Lesche knew that secret meant the betrayal of the sorcerers that Mies had been using.

However, the reason why Mies was surprised was not simply because of the betrayal, but because the spell he had made to the sorcerers with his power had been broken. That was the problem.

The spell was so powerful that it cut to the bone. It was the spell that was only possible because they were both sorcerers. It started when the sorcerers who had infiltrated the green manor before had betrayed him.

He didn’t use any spell on them that time because he didn’t expect that Lesche would notice it as it was a simple task. As a result, the sorcerers easily surrendered to Berg’s torture. He almost got caught in the tail several times since then.

A memory flashed through Mies’s mind. If the  spell had been removed, wouldn’t you have known it yourself right away? For a moment, it was the divine power that flowed down like a waterfall.