The Tragedy of The Villainess

about in the carriage, Linon immediately looked flustered.

“That… honestly, His Highness seemed insensitive.”

“What?”

“No, actually I was the only one who was deeply troubled about how to say this so that an important lady of the castle could comfortably come to the Laurel Manor.”

“Is that so? You just worry about me?”

Seria would have been seriously worried about coming here, too, if she knew about the black mold moving naturally in the manor, which was impossible to get rid of.

“Why?”

“It’s just…..,” Linon coughed, pointing to the shadow lingering on the walls.

“The sorcerers from Nessla Kingdom will be here soon.”

“The Kingdom of Nessla? Why so far away?”

“It’s the only Kingdom on the continent that is famous for its magic.”

“I see.”

The Kingdom of Nessla was a distant land of immigrants that required crossing the continent, and it was a polytheistic kingdom where gypsies thrived, and it was famous for its folk magic.

Seria had heard that they had certain abilities, unlike others.
The problem was that the High Priest treated all this as heresy.

“But can I know this? Linon, do you realize I’m a Stern?”

“His Highness will probably give you a little something extra as hush money.”

Money? There was no reason for Seria to refuse money to keep the matter secret.
But there was a fundamental problem.

“He didn’t have to bring me here.”

Linon said with a scowl.

“I think it was because His Highness wanted to show you to Lady Martha.
He had a lot of help from Lady Martha since he was a child.”

‘There was something warm about that person.
Was she a nanny?’

But Martha was a little young to be Lesche’s nanny.
Was it more of a playmate? No, most male nobles would rather have a servant than a playmate, but in any case, it was inferred that Lesche and Martha had no small bond.

However, there was still a hole in the story that didn’t quite add up.

“Why couldn’t he just bring me here when things got resolved? It’s not like I’m going to leave Berg territory suddenly.”

“Because this is the last time, My Lady.”

Linon’s voice was not heavy, but his meaning was.
Seria raised her head and asked again.

“What do you mean it’s the last time?”

***

Lesche looked up at the sky.
The snow was falling heavily.

It was a unique season for Central territory.
Whereas the weather in all the other seasons was mild, only a few weeks of winter were cold enough to remind one of the North in this way.
This was due to the Tomb of the demons – the frozen lake that kept the cold air of the North neatly accumulated for three seasons and spat it out unannounced sometimes in the winter.

In spite of this, the people of the Grand Duchy loved the heavy snowfall.
They believed that plenty of snowfall was the secret to a good harvest.
Many of the householders came all the way to the warm Central territory to see a snowy landscape.

Snowy landscapes go well with Laurel Manor.
At first glance, it sounded odd that a green mansion reminiscent of early summer would go well with pure white snow, but there was no denying the beauty of the scene one could actually see.

Knights were already on standby near the border.

“Your Highness!”

“How many demons are there?”

“There’s none.”

Then the knights glanced at the black shadows undulating at the border.

The black shadows were wavering near the border.
The knights cracked their knuckles and started to move.
There was no denying that those strange shadows looked like demons.
However, it was Magi.
A normal person would die if exposed to Magi’s proximity for too long, but there were no dead people yet.

But no one could deny that there was something fundamental in common.
Most of the knights were experienced wizards.
So when they first saw the shadows, they drew their swords and stabbed them like crazy.
There were still dozens of sword marks in the manor that were made for that reason.

It was the reason why Lesche banned the knights from entering the manor.
The people trapped inside it were not happy to come in contact with outsiders either.

Lesche’s eyes glanced down at the ring on his left hand’s finger.
It was a ring with the half split pattern of Berg estate.
It was a very old ring.

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For a moment, Lesche recalled the past.

It had been fifteen years since the beautiful green manor was infected by this sinister shadow.
It wasn’t this bad at first.
The servant in charge of the cleaning was scolded for neglecting to clean it.
However, time came to know that it wasn’t her fault because the unidentified shadow continued to grow.
Actually, Lesche did not know much about it at that time, because he was attending an academy for the best talents outside the empire.

He only learned about it from Alliot, a young knight who ran to find his Lord at the academy’s dormitory at the time, crying.

Lesche still remembered what was once the Laurel Manor.