Civil War Period – The Bloody Countess (Illustration)
Countess Yvonne, cornered, trembled with a pale, exhausted face and shouted.
“It’s all a trap set up by that woman! What are you doing! Instead of arresting the woman who murdered His Excellency!”
The door opened and the Countess’s guards rushed in.
Before Christine could give an order, Baron Charon and other vassals drew their swords and blocked them.
With the bedroom filled with screams, shouts and the sound of swords clashing, Christine slowly walked towards the bed and looked down at her sleeping father.
Christine looked at him for a moment, then quietly took the Count’s signet ring from his finger and put it on her own finger.
The moment she turned around, the vassals who had killed all of the Countess’s guards realized the meaning of the signet ring at a glance and knelt before her.
“I know that some of you may not have known about this and some of you may have tolerated it.”
In the death-like silence, only Christine’s cold voice rang out.
“So prove your loyalty. “Take into your hands the criminals who committed treason against the count and escaped.”
“I will follow your orders!”
The vassals and vassals shouted in unison and rushed out of the count’s bedroom like the ebbing tide.
“Should I call you His Excellency the Count or Lady Aquitaine?”
Christine turned her head and glared at Garp at the carefree voice that did not suit the atmosphere.
“Originally, I would have had to bill the Countess or Lady Duna for the cost of the in-person verification service, but it seemed a bit difficult to bill. Anyway, it was the Count of Aquitaine who requested cooperation from the Abyss Corporation…”
Christine spoke as if chewing the devil’s mouth, suppressing the urge to tear it open.
“Don’t worry, I have no intention of dealing with Abyss Corporation right now. I will pay the price. “Even if you didn’t mean to, it’s true that you helped solve this problem.”
“Ah, thank you. His Excellency, Count of Aquitaine. Abyss Corporation and Envy will continue to excel-”
“You guys.”
“yes?”
Christine suppressed her emotions for a moment and then spoke calmly.
“If we continue to do business like this, we must be wary of the day when we will pay the price.”
The devil opened his eyes round and then smiled happily.
“That’s exciting. “It would only be possible if there was a country that could break through the ‘Ras’ fleet and set foot in the land where the sun never rises.”
With those words, the devil who received the order to congratulate the guests retreated.
–
The Count’s bedroom finally became quiet.
Christine looked at her mother’s portrait on the wall.
The Count truly loved his mother.
My mother was like that too. So, even as he was dying, he must have asked his younger self to help the count.
The count probably loved himself as his mother’s daughter as well.
Christine also loved her parents.
The count was very happy when he offered to help his father, who was unable to properly manage his business due to the grief of losing his wife.
Christine supported her mother’s wishes and did her best to help the Count.
It was too much.
A girl who had no idea about the world and was only filled with the desire to help her father after losing her mother at an early age was too excellent.
By the time the Count came to his senses after forgetting his beloved wife, the business, which had been completely rebuilt and optimized by Christine, had already reached a level where it was impossible to operate without her.
In an instant, the lovely and cute daughter who wanted to help her father turned into a monster who made everything she had built throughout her life worthless.
Christine turned her head, walked over to the bed, and looked down at her father.
-His Excellency the Count also knew.
The words the top confidant said hurt her heart, and Christine unconsciously closed her eyes and placed her hand on her heart.
The Count knew that the Countess was purchasing ingredients for poisoning from Abyss Corporation.
He must have also known that Yvonne ignored Pierre’s warning and entrusted the caravan to Christine.
I can only feel the beating of my heart in my hand.
Chest pain is nothing more than phantom pain that does not exist.
She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the Count.
The demon’s explanation that he dies happily without feeling any pain seems to be true, as my father is lying with an extremely peaceful and happy smile on his face.
Originally, she would have been the one to eat that poison.
By none other than her former maid, whom she had lived with for a long time and considered a close friend.
A thought suddenly occurred to me.
I’d rather not know anything.
Without being betrayed by anyone and without spilling anyone’s blood.
She wondered what it would have been like if she had died alone, immersed in the happy illusions of that poison.
If so, would they have been happy?
It’s a meaningless thought.
I turned my back again and walked towards the door.
Christine gazed at her mother’s portrait once again.
Still, at least he took a second wife and cherished her child.
The love of my father, who left behind a portrait of my mother, must have been real.
It was a bit of salvation for Christine that at least the Count that her mother remembered was the kind of husband she was.
Just before leaving the bedroom.
Christine –
She turned her head when she heard her father’s voice calling her name.
The father’s mouth does not move as he sleeps in the illusion shown by the poison.
In the fantasy, was it her father’s voice because she was still his beloved daughter, or was it an auditory hallucination that she heard because she longed for it?
Christine couldn’t figure it out.
Christine left the Count’s bedroom and came out into the hallway of the mansion, which was in chaos as the Countess’s remnants had fled and vassals and vassals were chasing him.
In the dark building where the sun had completely fallen, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of her shoes clicking along with her steps.
She slowly passed in front of the Countess’s room.
Christine was frustrated when her father took as his wife the daughter of a fallen baron who was not from a great family.
An arranged marriage would have been a comfort, but marrying a woman who had nothing but youth and beauty was like my father forgetting his mother, whom he loved so much.
Nevertheless, Christine, who was blaming herself for unintentionally causing frustration to her father, welcomed her stepmother, who was only a few years older than her, with a smiling face.
-You can rely on me, lady. Since the age difference is not that much, I would appreciate it if you thought of me as your older sister.
She doesn’t know if Yvonne’s soft whispers were a deception from the beginning or if she changed her mind after giving birth to her son.
After passing the Countess’s room, Christine held on to the handrail of the stairs and slowly walked downstairs.
-sister!
At the bottom of the stairs, she had the illusion of seeing her younger half-brother, who had been following her for a long time.
As I came down the stairs, I saw a long table eerily placed in a restaurant immersed in darkness.
I remembered the memories we had together in the nostalgic days when my beloved mother was alive and my father was also warm.
-Eat slowly, Christine.
-ha ha ha.
An illusion that is nothing more than an auditory hallucination that can never be heard in a dark restaurant.
-sister! This is delicious!
-Eat slowly, Louis.
-I feel relieved that you two get along so well.
He also remembered himself taking care of his half-sister, imitating his mother, and Yvonne watching him with joy.
Christine slowly turned around and headed towards the main gate of the mansion.
One step after another.
The place where her memories and warm memories resided was overlaid with the smell of blood.
No, maybe.
Maybe the memories and warmth from the beginning were just an illusion on her part.
She was lost in sentiment with her eyes closed, but when she stepped out the front door of the mansion and opened her eyes.
“Please help me, lady!”
“Please have mercy!”
“Honey, I really didn’t know anything!”
Surrounded by vassals and vassals of the Aquitaine family and Lafayette’s knights and soldiers, the Countess, the Duna family, and their subordinates were seen captured and tied up.
Her half-brother, who is only 8 years old and doesn’t know what’s going on, is scared and trembling like an aspen.
Feeling a little awkward as the vassals and vassals who saw her all knelt down and waited for orders, Christine slowly approached her sister.
“Christine! It’s all my doing! That kid doesn’t know anything! Really!
Please save Lewis! “Isn’t he your younger brother?”
The voice of Yvonne, with her dress and hair a mess, shedding tears and pleading, sounded even more worthless.
When Christine took a step forward, Louis flinched and stepped back.
Christine stopped in her tracks when she saw the boy, who knew his older sister cared for him and was very charming and clever, back away in fear.
Only then did she remember that her black dress, worn as mourning clothes, was covered in blood.
Christine smiled like a flower and stretched out both hands to grab Lewis’s shoulders as he flinched and tried to retreat.
“Lewis my brother.”
Christine felt unfamiliar with the fact that her younger sister, who used to run to her when she called her, started shaking at the sound of her voice.
“You won’t know anything. yes?”
The boy’s eyes, which were shaking frantically, looked for his mother, who was covered in tears, instead of his older sister, whom he had followed well.
As the mother nodded with tears in her eyes, Lewis also nodded enthusiastically.
“I’m not sure how to explain it to you, who are still so young, so you’ll understand.”
Christine was lost in thought, but Louis’ mouth opened faster.
“Oh my god, please save my mother!”
Christine frowned when she saw Yvonne shed tears at the boy’s words.
Ah, how much.
Cruel innocence.
A daughter who trampled on her father’s pride while seeking affection out of pure love.
An innocent child who asks to save his mother, who killed his father to force his sister to death.
It was so terribly similar that I shuddered at its awfulness.
Christine held the child’s shoulder and poured out her words.
“Lewis I can’t save your mother. But I won’t kill you for just getting caught up in it. I will keep you alive. “I will keep him alive and raise him as a child of Aquitaine.”
Each word is said clearly and clearly so that a child who is still struggling to understand properly will not forget it.
Engrave it like an engraving.
“You can blame me. Still, you will still be my younger brother. I will take care of you and raise you as much as I can. It’s okay to try revenge someday. When that time comes, do your best to kill me. “I will too, my dear little brother.”
The child’s legs went limp due to the verbal abuse that bordered on a curse from his older sister, whom he usually followed around.
However, the sister stood up straight and declared.
“I am speaking as the representative of the lord of the Aquitaine family. Yvonne Daquiten. He was sentenced to death for treason against the count. “Baron Duna, an accomplice, will be stripped of his title, and his relatives and subordinates will also be put to death.”
“Oh, no!”
“Please help me, lady!”
“Please, please have mercy!”
Before the countess, who was dragged out amidst begging and screaming, could say anything to her son, the knight’s sword flashed.
Christine quietly turned her back, listening to her son’s screams as he saw his mother’s blood splatter and her body collapse.
Screams and screams filled the empty space in the hallway I had passed through, erasing memories with each step.
Christine silently climbed the stairs.
She herself didn’t know where she was going, but when she came to her senses, she realized it was her brother’s room.
Christine found a familiar music box in a corner of the room, slowly approached and lifted it.
[Christine to my beloved Louise.]
Christine was looking blankly at the phrase engraved on the music box and suddenly realized that Pierre was standing at the entrance to the room.
Our eyes met and after a moment of silence, Pierre opened his mouth.
“Thank you for your effort.”
Should he ask if I’m okay?
Christine, who had expected that, laughed.
The unexpected words were more comforting than I expected.
Christine secretly activated the music box.
The sound of music that she liked so much that she gave it to her beloved younger brother comes out.
Christine asked the man who was her driver for the day.
“Would you like to dance a song?”
Christine was quite confident in managing her facial expressions, but right now she had no idea what the smile she was drawing would look like.
Pierre, who received her offer, approaches her, bows politely and holds out his hand.
“If only you would give me the honor of daring to ask Lady to dance.”
“Gladly.”
The dance between the knight and the lady in blood-stained clothes to the sound of moonlight and music box instead of proper lighting and dance music was quite a mess.
It must have been quite a mess, but Pierre covered her up so well that he was a knight.
Just when Christine, who was in trouble, was wondering whether she should step on his foot or not, the music from the music box suddenly stopped.
Christine opened her mouth, feeling a slight disappointment at the dance that had naturally stopped.
“You have kept your promise, so now it is my turn to help you.”
“I’m glad you remember, Count.”
Christine asked, smiling slightly at the mention of the count.
“So what can I do for you now?”
“First of all, I would like you to strengthen cooperation with city powers that have ties to the Count of Aquitaine. “I will support as much as I can.”
“Well, I guess it won’t be difficult.”
“And in the spring, the plague will start to spread.”
Christine blinked her eyes without realizing it, and after thinking about it, the words she came out with were as follows.
“Marquis So, are you by any chance a prophet?”
“Well, it’s a little different. “It may be similar for a limited time.”
Christine was so dumbfounded that she laughed.
It sounds crazy, but I couldn’t stop laughing because I realized that I was seriously considering what he said.
“So… that’s why? To prepare for the plague, there are supplies we need to prepare-”
“I would like to ask you that too, but there is something more important than that.”
“What’s more important?”
“Shortly after the plague spreads, rumors will spread about a saint who heals the sick. “Maybe in the southern part of the kingdom, maybe not.”
“I suddenly feel very suspicious.”
Pierre also laughed at those words, and the two ended up laughing at each other.
“If you hear any rumors about that saint, please let me know right away.”
“Um, the city powers and the saint. “What are you trying to do? Become independent from this damn kingdom?”
Pierre responded to Christine’s comment that she thought was a joke.
“No, to survive the revolution.”
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