The Tragedy of The Villainess

Chapter 105

Alliot shook his head.

“I think he must have played some kind of speculative trick since he’s developed such deep friendships with the sorcerers.”

Lesche frowned, if it was before, he would have just let it go that this insane person had gone crazy again, but not now.

He was curious. Very much so too. It was a natural reaction because Lesche already had a wife. And that wife, to Lesche’s dismay, gave him very generous reviews to his face. It was not difficult to know the extent of it.

Every once in a while at dawn, Seria would wake up and stare at his face, thinking that he was asleep. There were even a few times when she would continue to pretend to stare at him too closely. Then he thought she’d at least kiss him, but why was Seria so cold-hearted? She only moved her fingers slightly on his cheek. It wasn’t even a strong touch. Then, she would lie in bed again and fall asleep as if she fainted.

However, Mies, an illegitimate child who had half the blood of Berg, looked similar to him. (Lesche)

It was only natural that his mood was down. At this point, Lesche wondered if Mies had done this to try to seduce Seria. Lesche kicked Mies ruthlessly on the side, and then lifted him up. There were two tied up sorcerers passed out on the floor.

“Take Mies out first. Lock him up separately.”



“Yes, Your Highness!”

Immediately after the knight dragged Mies out, Linon crawled in.

“…?”

Berg’s knights, including Alliot, blinked, and Lesche gently raised one eyebrow.

“Um… Your Highness…I’ll give you a brief report here first ….”

In this urgency, the brief report in that short amount of time proved Linon’s ability again.

The problem was that he was still severely wary of Lesche. Lesche knew that Linon was in fear. He looked nervous as he hadn’t seen Lesche in a very long time, the last time being when he was at the Academy.

Linon averted his gaze without looking at Lesche.

“Sir Alliot. Please give me a cup of water…”

“You can’t even drink water well.”

When Linon started to choke on his water, a knight hurriedly patted him gently on the back.

“I’m too scared to drink water. ….. But Your Highness.”

Linon couldn’t continue to speak until the end and swallowed a lump about ten times. In the meantime, he gathered his courage as he watched Lesche read the report he put up.

“Grand Duchess.”

Lesche lifted his head.

“What’s wrong with Seria?”

“…Did you see that lord Mies’s ear was torn off?”

“Yes, I did. Did you do it?”

“No, the Grand Duchess did it.”

For a moment, Lesche felt strange. At the same time, a feeling of discomfort rose in him. Linon’s diligent written report which he scraped his life force to write, fell plopped on the table.

“What did she cut it with?”

He had never heard that Seria was a sword-wielding Stern. Linon was now feeling pitifully frightened.

“Her mouth… She bit it off with her mouth.”

Crash.

Berg’s knights backed away in panic at the tense atmosphere as the flower pot on the table fell to the floor.