Chapter 111
The Tragedy of The Villainess
Baron Ison was a very loyal mentor and acquaintance to Lina in the original story. Linaâs 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 dayâ¦
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 didnât let Baron Ison be. She harassed him in all sorts of diverse and inventive ways, so much so that Baron Ison couldnât even show up at a social gathering without a good reason.
âI have no intention of going that far.â
Seria opened her mouth.
âI have something to tell you about Saintess.â
âYes? What is it?â
âItâs a bit much to talk here, letâs talk inside the prayer room.â
Then Seria walked away. Baron Ison was in a hurry, but he couldnât move easily. It wasnât 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.
âBaron Ison.â
âYes, Grand Duchess Berg.â
Seria took out the circlet sheâd been wearing inside her clothes. Then, without hesitation, she brought it close over the Stern insignia.
Instantly Baron Ison screamed and collapsed.
He didnât 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 âwhat ifâ turned out to be a perfect fit.
âWhat if it really falls downâ¦..â
The problem was that the hypothesis had receded from the tone.
***
*Linonâs pov*
âFinally, I found the place where these bug-like guys came from.â
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.
Especiallyâ¦.
âMiesâs biological mother was a sorceress.â
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 wasnât much significant then, but it was different now.
Therefore, Mies had already used the same spell..
âHe wasnât even the young masterâ¦..â (*Mies is not related to Lesche. Mies doesnât have Bergâs blood. It was all fake)
They thoroughly toyed with their predecessor, the Grand Dukes. Worms that sucked on Berg, no more, no less.
âScary. Itâs scary. Iâm scared.â
He dared not imagine what Susanâs reaction would be when she heard this secret. Aside from the living release of Miesâs 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 couldnât 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 werenât for this Grand Duchess, they would overcome it somehow because she was here.
Susan wouldnât change too much like nightshade, either. It was a matter of hope.
âWhat was I going to do without my beloved star?â
Linon snapped angrily, his eyes bloodshot from not being able to sleep for days.
âIf you see anything even remotely suspicious, no, just scrape up everything you can see! Iâll be back to sort it out!â
âYes!â
There was a clattering sound as the aides swept the items into bags.
âDonât break it!â
âItâs not happening!â
Linon shook the report he had already memorized. It was then that the words suddenly entered his gaze.
âYou really donât understand why the sorcerers wanted the circlet so much.â
The aide who was following hurriedly replied.
âMies wanted it because he received a sign.â
âMies, Mies, what nonsense is that? Still, collect them for me.â
âYes.â
Linon gave a tired look.
âThe stigmata of the bonesâ¦.â
âThe Grand Duchess will not be pleased.â
âSurprisingly, she might say itâs okayâ¦sheâs strong.â
âThatâs true. Sheâs very unpredictable.â
It was then.
âChief Aide!â Please come with me for a moment!â
âWhatâs going on? Whatâs going on?â
Linon hurriedly took off at the sound of fear. The three aides were buzzing around one object.
âWhat is it? Is it a box? Oh, thisâ¦?
Linonâs 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 Marthaâs 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.
âI wonder what the black thing is. Itâs very sinister.â
âShall I take it off? Shall I destroy it?â
ââ¦â
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.
âTake this, too.â
âYes!â
****
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 couldnât 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.
âLong time no see. Sir Alliot.â
Alliot closed the door with a sullen expression.
âI see the child has grown up. I was the second Master, and you are so cocky that you donât even answer. The one who just follows the Grand Duchess aroundâ¦..â
It was a provocation, but Alliot didnât 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.
âDonât say anything nonsense about the Grand Duchess.â
âNonsense?â
Mies twisted his lips.
âOh, talk of being a b*stard? Why not? Itâs not wrong, is it?â
ââ¦.â
Alliot didnât say anything, but he pulled out a dagger. The sharp blade filled Miesâs eyes with physiological dread. That was when it happened. The closed door opened and Lesche entered.
âYour Highness.â
Lesche gave the torture chamber a cursory glance, then spoke to Alliot.
âLeave.â
âYes, Sir.â
Soon, they were the only two people in the torture chamber. It didnât take long for a stifling silence to flow.
ââ¦ahh!â
Lesche grabbed Miesâs chin roughly and Mies gritted his teeth. His limbs were completely restrained, and Lescheâs strength was too strong. He couldnât hold it for long, not with Lescheâs 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.
âYour mother was a sorceress.â
ââ¦.!â
ââI didnât think you were planning to enter Berg after that, and thereâs so much to tear off and eat.â
Mies swallowed dry saliva mixed with blood. While Lesche spoke in a low voice, Miesâs jawbone, caught by Lesche, seemed to be broken by now.
âWhatâs the spell, I didnât know you were so good at using magic.â
âHow did youâ¦?â
Miesâs 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 didnât use any spell on them that time because he didnât expect that Lesche would notice it as it was a simple task. As a result, the sorcerers easily surrendered to Bergâs torture. He almost got caught in the tail several times since then.
A memory flashed through Miesâs mind. If the  spell had been removed, wouldnât you have known it yourself right away? For a moment, it was the divine power that flowed down like a waterfall.