Chapter 7

The grandmother’s headache subsided a little because there were good profits from the successful performance.

However, shortly after her grandmother praised Erit, she had an accident where her instrument exploded in a workshop where she sent the instrument for an upgrade using the profits.

It took only three days to extinguish the fire in the workshop because it was winter. Since Erit’s instrument blew up, she put Mrs. Herit in an awkward situation where she had to pay compensation for the damage.

The amount was 20 times the profits of the performance and was not enough to pick out the pillars of Viscount Herit’s, who was not very abundant.

However, the danger of selling the title was just an introduction to a future epic.

“Grandmother! Ezet! Don’t worry. I’ll get the money!”

Ezet should have stopped Erit by throwing the kettle lid at her, who was boasting with confidence.

Erit, who ran away from home to earn money, said she was already a member of the Duke of Jaxen when she returned and paid off the compensation cost of putting out the fire with gifts she received from her husband.

Because the Duke of Jaxen was one of the most prestigious families, the number of gifts given to the bride was also different, which was enough to keep their sick grandmother’s medicine and caregiver.

Even though many people pointed fingers at them.

If Erit hadn’t worked at first, her life would have flowed smoothly without any problems.

The grandmother was old, and the Ezet was powerless to stop the ferocious Erit who was Cerberus combined with Beagle, Schnauzer, and Cocker Spaniel.

The Duke of Jaxen has kept her in this castle for three years to restore peace to Ezet’s hometown, and the villagers were grateful, but it has nothing to do with Ezet and her grandmother.

Anyway, it must have been stressful because Erit, who likes people and is so active, couldn’t talk to people properly and was stuck in one place. For three years, Erit sought her own way of living.

“She’s a real stinker, too.”

Ezet smiled awkwardly at the beautiful wax figures lined up in front of her. ‘The Doll’s Room’ was one of Erit’s extravagant hobbies.

Filled with wax dolls that resemble humans, wearing colorful clothes, and the room decorated with landscapes, a large doll’s house was built.

When Ezet first found the ‘doll room,’ she was scared because there were many people who didn’t move, but she was relieved to read the passage in Ezet’s diary, ‘I originally planned to use mana to make them dance and exercise with the wax dolls.’

“Oh, my?”

There was a doll she had never seen before. A stunning wax doll.

The white skin, which appears below the pitch-black hair, was smooth and glossy as if it were made by cutting white jade. The sharp nose bridge, delicate yet masculine jawline, and red eyes that seemed to be made by inserting rubies into the glass were attractive.

The white Cravat on the black vest was apparently simple, but the material of the clothes was very luxurious.

Even though he was wearing clothes, his perfect muscular body was more like a sculpture than a doll.

“How beautiful…”

Ezet admired the doll, which was so beautiful that she could sigh.

Other wax figures looked hard and cold somewhere because they were beautiful but had no expression, but this doll had an opaque color that could not be measured in depth despite its expressionless face.

“But somehow, you look like someone…”

The figure of the doll is familiar to her. Ezet, who was tilting her head, recalled the pendant handed by her sister Erit.

‘It looks just like the portrait of the Duke of Jaxen in the pendant!’

The doll side was much more beautiful than the portrait. Then, is this doll made by glorifying the Duke of Jaxen?

“It may have been a lie about having a bad relationship.”

Maybe she wanted to make a doll and see her husband’s face. At the moment, tears flowed out, and Ezet rubbed around her eyes.

“Don’t rub your eyes like that.”

Said the doll.

Ezet stood firm in the position of wiping tears and slowly lowered her hand and looked at the doll again. His eyes were more red and beautiful than the red diamond necklace Erit had told her to have, and he was staring at Ezet.

The doll was looking at the Ezet.

The eyes met. And the doll’s lips moved.

“Have you said the important thing?”

Said the doll.

Ezet blacked out with an extraordinary pterodactyl scream.

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