Episode 764 Choice and Decision (7)
If it’s poison, I’ve been severely burned when I’m trapped in an underground dungeon.
As usual in the black room, it is not surprising.
However, the story was different if it was poisonous enough to poison even vampires who laughed at the extent of their arms being cut off.
Let’s think about it.
If you were in the black room, what would you do with the poison you created?
First of all, I’ll focus on poisoning the kingdom’s leaders by using the spies I released after killing all the objectionable beings.
After that, we will mobilize our soldiers and march down, starting with the small kingdom alliance.
Ray asked the black spirit.
“How much poison was made?”
“It’s expected, but I’ve probably only made one egg so far.”
It’s a single egg.
No matter what anyone says, the most annoying person in the black room right now is himself.
You’re interfering with everything you do, so you can’t see it well.
But unless they’re crazy, there’s no way they’ll come looking for you to poison yourself.
‘Then if you poison the people around you.’
You can use the antidote as a hostage to limit yourself to some extent.
“Are there any people around Hoffman?”
“yes. I heard that the main altar was destroyed, so the king of Beibon became enraged and dispatched an escort.”
Well, in terms of form, Halfman is a nobleman of Baybon.
He was definitely given the surname ‘Gieral’.
Thinking he was right, Ray waved his hand.
“That’s it.”
“Are you saying you don’t have to use your hands?”
“What are you going to do with the lack of manpower? By now, even a child would have gone to the principality, so it should be fine.”
There are Lacia, Ale Seil, and Sandal at home, and Sunbok and the Goblin Queen in the principality.
Not to mention Aira, so it seems there is no need to turn around to protect them.
“Don’t neglect watching those bandits. Because they don’t know what they’re going to do.”
“All right.”
The two bowed their heads.
Unlike usual, I felt some kind of uneasiness in that appearance.
Ray immediately shook his head, shook his thoughts, and left the office.
* * *
It was late at night, and Noorah came to see Ray.
Her hair is wet, probably because she just finished taking a bath.
She voluntarily sat down on a chair and gulped down the tea she had set aside for herself to drink.
Nura, who quenched her throat, wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and said.
“What are you thinking? Are you going to become the new wife of the family head Cerian?”
What kind of aristocratic woman could talk so wildly?
Ray, who was full of spirits, asked again.
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“You’re stuck with Cerian’s family all day long. What are you going to do if the curse spreads?”
“That’s not a curse.”
“So what?”
It’s still expected, but it’s a degenerative brain disease.
That is, dementia caused by Alzheimer’s.
But even if I told her, she wouldn’t believe me.
That’s also the case, it would be hard to believe easily if you tried to call dementia what has already been called a curse for hundreds and thousands of years.
Ray said to her sitting cross-legged.
“It’s not a curse, it’s just a little bit younger.”
“Are you getting younger? Then, are those wrinkles on the head of the household a sword scar?”
“It doesn’t mean that my appearance has become younger. It means you’ve lost your mind.”
“Then the saint was not trying to be a wife, but a stepmother.”
Only then did he shake his head as if he understood.
Shall I squeeze this one?
While he was seriously struggling, Ray happened to have something to ask the bishop, so he postponed his thoughts for a while.
“Rather than that, there is something I want the priest to do.”
“…great. What is it?”
“Take care of the Cerian Family instead of me. There are servants, but they seem to be having a hard time because of the difference in social status.”
“yes!?”
As if it were natural, a backlash erupted.
No, it would be more accurate to describe it as astonishment rather than protest.
‘You know!? I’m an aristocrat no matter how I look like this!’
That said, he couldn’t have So-young or Heuk-young, who were working until their bodies melted, so she was the only one left.
said Ray while trimming his nails.
“Who do you think protected you from the demonic cult? Now I have to pay for the meal.”
“That kind of thing is despicable!”
“The world is originally run by mean people.”
“But I don’t have the experience of caring for someone…!”
“are you okay. Did you see what I usually do? The servants will do chores like cleaning.”
If you think about it, there is nothing difficult about it.
Thinking about it, even the feeling of sorry that remained as much as dust in a corner of my heart seemed to fade.
“Wait a minute! Don’t make up your own story!”
“There is no one to entrust to you unless you are a priest. please.”
Noorah, who was about to protest at that, stopped saying ‘Ugh’.
Hesitating, she moved her head slightly up and down.
“I don’t know if I can do it well… but I’ll try.”
“Will you? thank you!”
Ray, who was contemplating whether to throw it as food for the Demonic Cult if he refused, smiled brightly.
* * *
As the morning dawned, Noorah began her day as she had heard from Ray.
First, cover your eyes with a thin cloth to prevent anyone from looking into your eyes.
Afterwards, the first thing she did after entering the bedroom with the servants was to feed Cerian’s family household porridge after washing her face.
“…How the hell did this happen?”
He let out a small sigh and fed the porridge, but Cerian family sighed (?) saying he didn’t want to eat it.
As if familiar, the attendants grabbed the limbs, and the family owner, who entered the user for aura, struggled.
Of course, there was no way I could stand it.
They fell like paper boats in front of a storm and clung to the householder again.
“Go, Lord. You must eat.”
“We are here to help.”
“hate! I hate it!”
Booung-! Booung-!
The technique of throwing people like toys is not common.
‘Can I really do it?’
I was not confident.
The opponent is an Auror user and at the same time has the status of a frontier prince.
He wasn’t someone I dared to deal with.
According to Ray’s words, it’s because his mind is young, but seeing his actions, it’s not that he doesn’t understand.
What can I do?
You can’t help with work until you can’t even feed yourself.
she lifted her up
I can only do a little magic like body strengthening, but even that would be helpful for now.
“Haste. Strength.”
When you say a short starter word, your body gets stronger.
Nura opened her arms and approached Cerian Family.
“I’m sorry, but I’ll put my hand on it.”
Without letting go of the strings of tension to prepare for an unexpected situation.
Her white hands, without any blemishes, grabbed the arms of the family head Cerian.
Back-!
When he felt the pressure, he felt uncomfortable, and he put more effort into it than before.
However, she has a lot of bar magic.
Noorah stood still despite the shock that would have caused her to fly through the air if it had been the servants.
“In this gap!”
The attendants rushed like crazy.
Although the head of the household kept his mouth shut and did not intend to open it, he could not overcome the continued invitation and surrendered.
Her job was to feed her breakfast, but a nearly exhausted Nurua looked for what to do next.
“Let’s see. Next… um.”
Tell a saga.
huh?
saga?
What saga are you talking about?
As she tilted her head, the attendant next to her spoke cautiously.
“Isn’t this the young lady’s heroic story…?”
“My own saga?”
Where on earth do you say that there is a saga to yourself who grew up in the demonic religion from a young age!
Seriously thinking about whether she should even talk about the fact that the sons of aristocrats almost started fighting over her, an attendant held out a book to her.
“If you don’t have anything to say, why don’t you read this?”
Noorah looked at the book.
It was an adventure book that even a child would enjoy.
“Will this be okay?”
“I don’t know either…. But you enjoyed listening to Ray-nim’s story.”
yes it will
Each one of them commits crazy things, so there must be plenty of things to talk about with others.
Taking the book with half worry and half anxiety, Noorah sat down in a chair and began to read.
At first, she didn’t pay much attention to the story, but she seemed to be getting more and more fascinated by the story.
Maybe an hour passed.
She closed the book and let out a lingering breath of ‘Haa’.
“It was fun.”
“I’m sorry to hear that you’re satisfied.”
“Then there is only one thing left to talk about.”
“yes. It looks like the Count has finished his walk as well.”
Ever since Ray took her outside, the Cerian family often went outside.
The attendants didn’t worry about it either, as it was much better than when they were crying out the name of ‘Teria’ in their bedroom and were filled with anger.
After reading the entire book, she went straight to the bedroom where the family head Cerian was.
“It’s rude. Get out immediately.”
It’s a way of talking as if the sun is still standing.
It seems that they have become a little more solemn than when they were making a fuss about not wanting to eat.
Noorah spoke as politely as possible.
“I’m sorry, but I came to visit you because I have a story I want to tell you.”
“good. Try it.”
hard expression.
The eyes looking blankly at the window, as if they were not interested, seemed empty for some reason.
My eyes were always on the flowers in the garden, but was there a story there?
Leaving her thoughts behind, Noorah started talking about the book she had read as if she had experienced it herself.
A person who longs for a knight begins to become stronger with determination.
It started like any other story, but it gradually gained weight and attracted the attention of the family head of Cerian.
In particular, his eyes sparkled in the part where he fights with his inner self and resolves the conflict.
After finishing the story, Nura looked at the family head of Cerian.
A face with wrinkles.
Only her eyes are bright like a child’s.
‘Is it really true that I am cursed?’
For the first time, I was a bit skeptical.
