Chapter 121: Volume 8 - CH 13

“Phew, it’s a big deal. Did the count’s family lose their temper?”

Ugh, the boy who had placed the laundry on the ground muttered, as if he wanted to be heard.

“People have died recently, and now Lady Selina…… Phew.”

Lady Selina Crawford.

She is the noble lady of this family, and she is so beautiful that he did not dare to look at her.

And he was the boy who served her close.

Curious about the situation, the servants gathered around the boy one by one.

“Charles, what exactly do you mean?”

“What’s wrong with the lady?”

Commoner servants were never given the opportunity to converse with the count’s family.

As a result, they would listen to their master’s stories from other servants or users, such as Charles, who were used as hands and feet by the aristocracy.

“Lady Selina is dying.”

“Wh-what!?”

“He said she is dying.”

“Kid! You can’t say things like that carelessly!”

“Isn’t Lady Selina the Crawford family’s sole heir? When she dies, the county will be over, and we will be done!”

The surroundings fell silent when one of the coachmen cried out.

“Wait a minute, Lady Selina isn’t the only heir. There’s also Commander.”

Cedric Crawford.

The servants’ faces, which remembered his neat and stoic handsome face, brightened and then darkened at the same time.

“But……”

But that person is……

Cedric was rumored to have lost his soul on the battlefield.

It was said that he was returned with his neck intact but another dangling part was cut off.

The servant who served him close said it wasn’t true and that his part was full and would undoubtedly serve its purpose, but the vehement denial raised even more doubts.

Not just one or two beautiful women who like Cedric. If all of those women were lined up, they could form a circle around the count’s castle.

But he never paid any woman more attention than was absolutely necessary. The same could be said for men.

‘He had lost it.’

‘It’s completely lost.’

Cedric, who had survived the battlefield, had long since become a man who had lost something more valuable than his life.

There was no need to say it because it was already known to everybody.

“So, how is Lady Selina’s condition?”

“That’s……”

Charles spoke softly about Selina’s condition as if reciting a story he had heard before.

“She couldn’t breathe and didn’t move at all.” As if the Grim Reaper is standing right in front of……”

The servants sighed and clicked their tongues in response to the detailed explanation.

“Oh, my… The rumor about Madam killing people must be true.”

“That’s right. Lady Selina must have been so terrified of her that she spent two days wandering between her deathbed.”

“This is why a stepmother shouldn’t raise children.”

“Don’t say anything like that. It is up to the stepmother. I’ve heard that many stepmothers raise their children harder and better than their biological mothers.”

“That’s right. This is because our madam is from the city and acts like a city slicker.”

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Camilla enlisted the support of the Crawford family’s vassals.

“Lord Crawford is far too cruel. Is he going to cover up the servant who made the Countess look like this?”

“No matter how much Lady Selina adores her maid in waiting, to protect such a person who had done such a terrible thing is just not right.”

They were the elderly Vassals of Count Crawford’s family.

Camilla was the one who introduced them to the Duke of Maple’s merchant group, allowing them to sell their specialty product in the Capital.

As a result, they could never turn their backs on Camilla.

‘Let’s say I’m going to die of pain.’

Camilla was unable to walk.

With the intention of punishing Penny for making her look like this, she was carried on Ruben’s back and headed to Selina’s bedroom with the vassals.

“I will undoubtedly condemn them, Countess.”

“I’m not going to sit still either. Don’t worry, Countess.”

As she headed to Selina’s bedroom with the vassals on both her sides, something unusual was happening there.

Selina was like a sleeping princess, lying quietly with flowers around her.

“Her breathing is far too weak.”

“After all, I think you’d better prepare your mind, Lord Crawford.”

The elders of the monastery, the director of the funeral house was there.

But Selina is just passed out as always!

The elders of the monastery, dressed in black, approached Cedric, who was in the middle.

“Are there any seats left in the county’s graveyard?”

“What would you like for the tombstone?”

Cedric said this while looking down at Selina, his eyes full of regret as if he was sorry for her.

“Make it out of marble, please.”

The vassals looked back at Camilla with their eyes wide open.

“Countess, what is this?”