The Tragedy of The Villainess

Chapter 112

“Is Stern’s divine power that strong? It can’t be. When was the last time their stars abandoned them…”

Lesche said, carefully engraving Mies’s enchanted words in his head.

“One question, Mies.”

“…”

“What do you mean when you say that the previous Grand Duke was mad for the previous Grand Duchess?” (Lesche)

The sorcerers were no match for the intense interrogation of Berg’s aides. And to begin with, Linon had a tough personality that squeezed out every last drop.

So the sorcerers frantically transcribed each and every dialogue they had with Mies. Not a single word evaporated in vain. It was a confession piled one foot long. All the other statements could be reasonably understood.

The fact that Mies’s biological mother was actually a sorceress, the fact that she deliberately tormented the previous Grand Duchess in order to have the circlet…

It was a flood of those many sins.



But only one of them. Lesche couldn’t understand just one thing.

[Mies repeated over and over the words that the previous Grand Duke was mad for the previous Grand Duchess]

The previous Grand Duke didn’t care about the Grand Duchess. He brought his mistress into the castle. So he wasn’t crazy about the Grand Duchess but the other woman. He tore up the memorandum to his b*st*rd son Mies and loved him lavishly.

Lesche knew better than anyone how that love had left his mother cold.

“They even confessed to such things? Those trash…” (Mies)

The anger in Mies’s face slowly but clearly changed. He began to laugh.

“Are you curious? You must be curious. But why should I answer you? You can keep being curious until you die.” (Mies)

Malice began to flare up.

“Telling the hidden truth will make His Highness, the wonderful Grand Duke Berg, suffer even more.”  (Mies)

Mies’ eyes dazzled and flipped over.

“Our father loved your mother very much. You don’t have to go far to see how enamored Grand Duke Berg was with the Grand Duchess, just look in the mirror.” (Mies)

“….”

“But, why was father’s love suddenly broken, not by the counter inscription of mercy, but by my humble mother? Isn’t that odd? Have you ever thought it was strange? Did father’s love change so much simply because my mother was beautiful?” (Mies)

Watching the complexion of Lesche who had felt inferior all his life changed so quickly was more fun than he imagined. Mies felt a numbing elation.

“The nightmare that had betrayed the Grand Duchess he loved so much and even threatened the rightful heir! How would it feel if it was actually just a magic trick that was treated as insignificant on this continent? I think it would have been more honorable to end up in a lascivious drama…” (Mies)

Mies’d voice stretched like a snake.

“No, Lesche Berg…… no, brother? If you get caught up in the spell and find out that you’ve lost your father’s love, your noble mother…..” (Mies)

Mies’s words were cut off mid-sentence. It was because Lesche, who had been cold and somber throughout the conversation, chuckled.

“…Brother? Why are you laughing all of a sudden? Why are you laughing? Why on earth are you laughing…!” (Mies)