Chapter 13.1

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Pierre looked at Erina’s name written on the paper for quite some time.

“Hmm— I don’t think that the Demon King will be kidnapped by mere humans, but I think we need to investigate. A human who disappeared with the Demon King.”

“Or maybe she caught his weakness?”

Pfft!

It was a rare expression of Pierre’s emotions.

“Does he have any weaknesses?”

“… There are exceptions like Saint Serdebella.”

“…….”

Pierre, who was consistent in a relaxed posture, put the paper deep in his arms.

The human woman that Demon King Kaylehartz first showed interest in, ‘Serdebella Renee’.

Pierre couldn’t know for sure whether the interest was love, but one thing was certain: the Demon King was deeply involved in anything that had to do with her, so that anyone would feel it was reckless. A typical example was the mark of the token.

Pierre was disappointed that the Demon King, who was said to be more almighty than the unknown that exists beyond the earth and the sky, beyond the world, and who possesses the highest authority and power that no one dares to surpass, was moved by a single human woman.

In other words, his personal feelings toward Serdebella were not good. Very much too.

‘I thought that human woman would become a stumbling block for the Demon King.’

“So, did you find any traces of that woman?”

“I’ve identified all the people related to Erina Holden, and she’s an orphan. Abandoned in Bennon Village, an old candle maker took her and raised her.”

“The candle maker must be dead, no clue after all?”

“Of course he died. The last person who the Demon King killed was the candle maker.”

“It must have been a worthwhile death. Anyway, what is dead is dead.”

As he thought that the light of the cloudy sky was unusual, all of a sudden, heavy dark clouds were gathering over his head. Raynon wiped the raindrops off his cheek with his thumb.

“There’s still a clue.”

“Then, can you tell me quickly? I hate rain.”

“There was a postman who delivered the last time there before Bennon disappeared. There was also a letter for Erina Holden. A man named Theron Abitz knew Erina Holden. The content of the letter is roughly ‘I like the place where I live, so come visit me?”

“Where is it?”

“The capital, Trencia.”

Even in Bennon, where human touch had been removed, the sky was fair and a strong summer rain began to fall.

* * *

Drip, drip.

The raindrops pounded on the window incessantly to announce its own presence.

I sat dragging a chair in front of the window, resting my chin and staring endlessly at the rain outside. The rain didn’t seem to stop anytime soon. Ooh, I think I’m going to have an optical illusion.

“When will it calm down?”

The sky was dark all day, and I wondered what to use the time with. Perhaps because of that, Merson was also lying in bed later than usual, enjoying a good sleep.

Last night, I left the child alone and my heart continues to be bothered. The way he slept comfortably while breathing out his low breath regularly, somehow stimulated my protective instinct. Hush, hush, sleep tight.

I walked over to Merson and pulled the duvet that had slipped under his chest up to just below his chin.

“… What does rain have to do with it?”

It was the perfect weather to get a match with Chenin as the thick and rough raindrops quickly fell to the ground.

“I will take care of it and come back.”

I held the one and only black umbrella at home. Oh, it’s like the main character holding their sword in front of the enemy in the climax of a movie.

Whiingg-!

When the door was opened, the wind and rain rushed into the house. My house is going to get wet all over!

I quickly opened my umbrella and went out of the house. However, rain water came in from the front, back, side, and even from the bottom of the hand holding the umbrella.

“I’m not one to back away from the rain, pfft, pfftt.”

It’s raining so much, so I have to refrain from talking.

Eventually, I folded the umbrella and walked with it tucked into my waist. Like a valiant knight on the verge of war!

Bang! Bang!

It’s not ‘knock, knock’, it’s ‘bang, bang’. I knocked on the door with my fist.

Whiingg-

My hair kept hitting my cheeks and it hurt so much. Please open the door quickly.

“Who?”

“Village chief, this is Erina.”

“It’s raining hard, did you come here because of something?”

As I entered the house, water was dripping all over my body. I unintentionally made a small well in the front door of the village chief’s house.

“What is it? Oh, Miss Erina.”

Yes you bitch…….