Chapter 182.

“…… Please answer, ma’am. Is that not trust either?”

Winter looked at me with bloodshot eyes and forced me to answer.

No, maybe that was tantamount to begging.

“That’s ……” I pursed my lips in thought for a long moment. It was hard to answer the trust question right. He thought I would kill Ibn and try to cover up the crime.

‘Nah. You still think of me as an evil, wicked woman after that last upheaval, so maybe the trust question is right?’

I answered him bitterly, and he eyed me.

“…… That seems to be a question of the Marquis’ humanity.”

“You mean human nature ……?”

“Yes, human nature.” Beatrice’s pupils dilated. Soon he disappeared like a leaky balloon.

“First time I’ve heard an accusation of humanity …….”

His vapid mumbling embarrassed me a little. Humanity pointed out in this grave situation. I sounded rude and ridiculous too. But he laughed “huh”, which made our serious relationship a little different. I glanced at him and asked what he wanted to know.

“I thought …… you said you were interested?”

Didn’t he say he only wanted to satisfy his curiosity when he only offered the contractual condition of “meeting”? Since when exactly did his heart change, I don’t know.

“…… I don’t know either.” He, who was silent for a moment at my question, grunted with a twisted smile.” I’ve been thinking about you every time I’ve been awake since the last time I sent you to your room …….”

“Probably a lot of the days with the lady seemed to have been ruined with my hands, so countless times I regretted it.”

With those words, he slowly loosened his grip on my fingers. Your suspicion of me engulfed this statement that was now in progress, and I kind of calmly forgot about it.

“I’m sorry, I can’t take it.” Your ambiguous love, I’m sorry, but I don’t really need it right now.

Wynter suddenly caught on to my words.

“I’m not begging you to accept it. But, what I’m trying to say is …….”

“Please don’t push yourself to the brink.” Wynter looked at me pleadingly, finally voicing the reason for wanting to have a conversation.

“Simply use me. I’ll fix it.”

“What?”

“…… everything.” I paused for a moment at his answer. And, even though he had ended his hardcore mode, he still looked up at his head with the floating meter box.

‘What does …… purple mean?’ Trying to answer didn’t require it, changing his mind was just plain erratic.

“Helping me when …… even though the Marquis’ mask fell off?”

“The realization has been there since the beginning of drug production.”

“What if I have to drive the real culprit to Ibn?”

“Prepare the situation with memory manipulation magic …….” I wondered just how far he was going to go, and was once again surprised by his answer.

“…What if I asked you to kill the boy for me?”

The last question finally rendered him speechless. His face, which had done everything for me, turned pale.

“Then ……”

His lips moved as he broke off like a new scream.

“Commission an assassination …….”

“And then, I’m turning myself in.”

It was at his answer that I laughed a short laugh. Too much to answer. If this is how it’s going to be before the end of hardcore mode, it might as well be good.

Despite being in the end stages of suspicion, Winter was basically amiable and attentive. As a result, I had planned to insure Ikris on several occasions. But now everything was pointless.

“What about the child the Marquis is protecting?” My voice filled with a smile, and Ichis’ pure dark blue pupils widened.

“The sorcerer’s offspring is probably still somewhere being persecuted by the Rilla believers.”

“That’s ……”

Still not thinking about there, his face became blurry without realizing it. Love or mission.

Now that he believed in Winter, he was carrying too much of a burden. And so do I. Sadly, unlike him, I was now going to throw it away. I decided to stop teasing Winter who was almost on the verge of tears.

“Don’t worry, Marquis. I wouldn’t ask you to do such a favor.”

“…… Miss.”

“I don’t know if you’ll believe this, but I’m a pacifist.” I added with a shrug.

“Don’t fail the Marquis because of me. Go ahead, I don’t want to be used as a defense for the Marquis.”

In contrast to the lighthearted tone, the person mashing on the icy content clenched his teeth. Taking it as the principal, I spoke absently.

“I just want to fulfill my dream of leaving the Duke as quietly as possible.”

“But …… it’s not a farce. It’s obvious that someone is aiming at Miss. But why did you use such a name.”

The actions of the man who had doggedly pursued the question suddenly felt fatigued. This seems like a long time has passed standing in the backyard. I sighed and told the truth.” That’s right, Marquis.”

“Poison doesn’t make much difference, does it.”

“Then it must be the doing of the person who bought that poison.”

“And what is that?”

“I’ve bought the poison through my very own maid.”

I tilted my head, and while I was asleep, everyone within the Duke threw riddles at him that he couldn’t find an answer to.

“…And who was the one who poisoned through the dead maid?” Winter took a deep breath at my meaningful question.

“Sure enough, you know that too.”

Harm. He stepped forward with a breath, closing the distance I’d pulled away.

“Who are you. Who is it, Ms. …….”

He who asked hastily suddenly looked at my expressionless face and stopped talking. As if noticing the right answer, he looked carefully at my demeanor with trembling eyes and asked carefully.

“…… Is this Ms. Iben?”

“Please answer …… Please answer, is this Miss Iben? Did Ms. Iben put on this farce?”

I didn’t answer but looked at him quietly. Because he wasn’t sure if he believed my words or not.

“Oh my god ……”

It might be hard to take in, as Winter raised his hands and roughly dried his taxes.

‘Yeah, it’s hard to accept right away that the heroine who only helps others like an angel did something like that.’

I know him like that. After a while, he asked in a low voice.

“…… Then, why did you know about that and drank sherry. If it’s for Ibn, why is it a separate matter for me …….” The hobbling escapee suddenly stopped talking. He slowly removed his hands buried in his face and looked at me.” Do you really want to die?”

The pupils containing the deep sea dilated and took on a strange glow.

“Really, like wake up and say …… want to die ……”

His creepy glare, stuttering and spitting out his face dropped coldly. Before I could open my mouth, he approached in stride and grabbed me by both shoulders.” Why …… exactly why ……!”

“You’ve already heard.” I replied carelessly. When I woke up, I didn’t make up lies, but really went with the flow and believed them.

‘Do you need a grandiose reason to drink poison?’

Probably remembering the same thing, despair seeped into the near military blue pupils that looked clear. He trembled so much that even my body shook a little, and dropped in a flash.

“Ah, ah ……” Wynter twisted with a tired face, touching my forehead. Strangely, I didn’t feel anything for that change in him.

“So …… how do I, then, act? If you drink the poison I made, I …….”

“There is nothing for the Marquis to do.”

“My lady.”

“If you must think of me, be good enough to shut your mouth and pray that I may be put to sleep in peace.”

I said what I wanted to say in silence. The eyes interrupted by my words faltered mercilessly.

“Poison, isn’t that what’s left of the poison I gave you?” Babbling nonsense, he suddenly, as if he had the straw, shouted triumphantly.

“You might have drunk that and died again, how ……!”

“There’s no such thing.”

“How do you guarantee that.”

“Just do it once, not twice.” I replied with a frown.

It was true. It was a desperate choice to run away, and would I still do that if I lost?

I don’t want to be at the mercy of one of the NPCs that are the heroine and die for nothing. Probably seeing the firm will from my face, Winter said in a more realistic tone than just now.

“Then what are you going to do with the poison …… then?”

“I’ll take care of it myself.”

“Please give it back to me. Indeed …….”

“Marquis.”

Wanting to end the stagnant conversation, I interrupted and changed the subject.

“Do you still think Ibn kind child?”

“That’s …….”

He didn’t answer right away. It seemed like it was still confusing. Maybe I’m weighing whether my words are true or not. Either way, making that skeptic blindly believe in the kind-hearted Iben was also impressive. Is that also the effect of brainwashing?

The truth is, it doesn’t matter no matter what it is. I’m leaving the Duke’s house and getting out of this story. Winter, who I’m still agonizing over, ruled that “time is over”.

“The answer will do, Marquis.”

“…… Miss, never give me time to re-investigate ……”

“I have more to ask.”

He tried to be flippant in his defense, but I blocked his latter words and only said my words. Biting off his lower lip, he reluctantly agreed.” What’s ……”

“The dead maid. The kid named Becky.”

“Ah ……”

“The Marquis please collect the body and hold a funeral for her.”

As if the words were completely unexpected, Winter’s eyes rounded.

“That, why ……”

“It’s just, it’s so sad.”

I looked at the purple flower with an unknown name blooming in the backyard and grunted coldly.

“Like an NPC, only to be used and die in vain.”

But suddenly, like the Beast, I was surprised. Why should I even care about the maid who drove me to the train station.

Suddenly, I wondered. I frowned and frowned and asked.” Doesn’t good Ibn ask the Marquis to do that?” “She ……”

was interrupted by my words, and for the moment fell into deep thought. The kind woman who helps others in the days of poverty should get the dead maid’s body before me.

But . . .” She …… never mentioned the dead maid.” He was in complete confusion and asked me why.

“It was a short time, but it must have been sad to be together, why ……”

“I don’t know.”

I laughed like I was humming a song and chanted jokingly.

“But to serve my child in a short time, why?” That’s your calling, think for yourself.

Winnie’s envoy’s face hardened, froze, froze.

I turned away without a care in the world.