Becoming The Villain's Family

Chapter 121

There was no reply.

Because Count Cortez had his eyes half-opened, staring into the air. The stench of alcohol wafted up to the place where Lloyd was sitting. It was as if the Count had fallen into a barrel and had come out.

“What should I do?”

“Well.”, Lloyd rather asked back.

“Wake him up in moderation. If I do it on my own, I’m afraid the person to question will disappear.”

Lloyd would like to break his neck right now, but he shouldn’t let him die so easily.

The Black Falcons also agreed with it. They exchanged glances, then moved in unison, and brought the buckets.

Splash-

“Oophh!”

And poured it on the Count’s head.

The Count staggered, unable to even focus, and finally looked up at Lloyd.

“Siren, bring the Siren… Come on and let me hear the fantastic song…”

Lloyd’s eyes changed when he heard that.

On his face, which was filled with only boredom, a murderous intent that seemed to paralyze the whole body was cast.

“Feed him.”

Lloyd threw the vial at the Knight Commander, Dustin.

It was a drug that temporarily awakens the mind of those who have lost their minds due to external factors such as drugs, alcoholism, and torture. It was like the medicine bottle he handed to Aria before leaving.

Dustin took the vial and poured it into Count Cortez’s mouth.

“Kugh, ugh…!”

The Count, who had been coughing violently, slowly raised his head. In an instant, the light returned to the eyes that had been completely hazy.

“What, what the hell is this… what are you doing! Who is it! Gu, guards! Is there no one there!”

No one was there.

Count Cortez looked around with a pale, weary expression, as if out of breath.

And he found out later. The fact that the knights who captured him were wearing black uniforms engraved with a Black Falcon pattern.

‘The Black Falcon Knights…… Valentine!’

That was the moment. The memories that had been erased by the effects of the drug were forcibly brought to the surface.

Count Cortez groaned unknowingly and lowered his head. As his drunkenness faded, his forgotten memories came back to life, and the pain that felt like he was going to break his head continued.

‘Why was I drinking?’

Because the only Siren died.

‘The only? No, no. Come to think of it, there was the Siren’s daughter. Of course, it was a halfwit who couldn’t speak, but the Siren’s bloodline doesn’t go anywhere. I could have used her in some way.’

Why did he forget all this time?

‘As if someone erased my memory…….’

That was the moment.

“How about forgetting that the Count had a daughter?”

Count Cortez trembled at the sound of an unfamiliar voice passing through his head for a moment.

Yes it was. He was taken to the dungeon by Valentine’s butler and…….

‘I think I met the Inquisitor. It seems that something like pure white smoke has risen…… I can’t remember exactly what happened.’