“Tell me to kill her. Say you want me to erase her existence from this world. Tell me you hate Countess Rieda,” he whispered seductively.
“Then I will kill her for you.”
Ronée knew those weren’t empty words.
Nabel’s voice was light, but each word held weight.
If she were to say the word, Countess Rieda would somehow be found dead.
“…”
But she couldn’t say that.
In the Western Empire, there was also a temple of Thuna.
And no good would come from hurting a mage who served God.
The Countess, as she remembers, was also a regular donor to the temple.
It was more accurate to say that the money she paid to the temple came from the Count.
There was no telling what the temple would do if something happened to Countess Rieda.
In addition, Ronée remembered the day when Nabel’s knights killed heretic interrogators.
Even if Nabel covered her eyes and ears, she couldn’t have known it.
“… No,” Ronée responded.
Nabel tilted his head slightly.
“Why?”
“When you dealt with the heretic interrogators, no one discovered your connection to the Western Empire because you were in disguise. But this time—”
“I told you not to worry about that.”
Nabel contemplated whether he should tell her about the Count.
The concern was very brief.
“Does Countess Rieda have frequent contact with the temple?”
Ronée nodded her head briefly at Nabel’s sudden question.
“She donated a lot, and often visited the temple.”
“That’s strange. Regardless of how much time she spent as a devoted member of the temple, the moment she became a wife of a noble family, she could no longer serve as a temple mage.”
That was the unwritten rule of the Eastern continent.
Although the temple of Thuna encourages temple mages to marry, there was an unwritten rule that if a temple mage married into a noble family, they could no longer serve in the temple.
This was to prevent the power of the nobility from spreading too far in the temple.
But Countess Rieda broke it lightly. While no one openly protested, it was very frowned upon.
“Would you be angry if I investigated Count Rieda?” Nabel asked.
Ronée looked into Nabel’s eyes.
Her eyes widened slightly, and Nabel let out a mischievous laugh.
“What should I do? I’ve already looked into it.”
He licked Ronée’s lower lip again, then whispered slowly.
“Even if you don’t like it, I’ve already moved against him. What should I do?”
Ronée smiled at the question.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Her affection for Count Rieda had long since been abandoned.
Ryne was the only one from that place whom she still had affection for, and Ryne, by now, will be sleeping in the maid’s room outside without a worry in the world.
