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It was never easy to guess her brother’s intentions. However, it was clear that his attitude had changed significantly from before.

Judith blinked slowly. The days when Vincen felt like a strange person, passed by as quickly as a flash of light. From the sudden visit to the duke’s residence, which he had not visited for a long time, to the present moment when Derrick’s memory loss is questioned.

A certain fact flashed like thunder.

Derrick was always among Vincen’s suspicious traces. When he suddenly came to the mansion, he asked about Derrick’s well-being. At dinner, he talked about the gift and brought up the topic of his relationship with Derrick, and now he suspects Derrick of memory loss.

It all had to do with Derrick.

Perhaps Vincen is planning to find out something related to Derrick through her?

But, why? Why does he care so much about Derrick?

‘Because it’s Hannibal?’

There was only one assumption that ran through her mind. If that were true and not an assumption, then there was only one attitude Judith should show now.

“That’s right.”

“…”

“I don’t know what my brother is thinking, but it is true that my husband has lost his memory. As I have said, he doesn’t remember anything from before.”

Judith blinked her eyes calmly, as if asking when she had been nervous. There was nothing strange about her smooth-flowing voice.

Judith knows nothing. She had to pretend like that. The fact that a devil entered Derrick’s body, the fact that she has many relationships with him because of that, and even the existence of Hannibal. She has to pretend to be ignorant so that her true intentions are not revealed.

Vincen stared at his sister. His appearance greatly resembles that of Judith’s father, the deceased Marquis of Lipis. The late Marquis of Lipis used to look at her with such an intense look when he wanted to know if she was lying. The eyes, which seemed to be made of melted gold, were warm but sharp like the tip of a sword blade.

“That’s right.”

After a long silence, Vincen straightened his head with an expression of wonder as if he had made a mistake. Judith also looked away, pretending to be calm, but her heart had cooled off for a long time.

She felt the same way a week ago when I heard a story about Sylvia Wirrel at a tea party. Feeling embarrassed, anxious, and not sure what’s going on. There are clues, but they are blurry and it feels like only an afterimage remains without a clear shape.

‘Tell me, please. Is there a devil inside his body?’

The question he couldn’t say out loud stood out like a thorn on the tip of his tongue.

For the first time in her life, sitting with her blood-related brother felt awkward and uncomfortable.

* * *

Fortunately, the consecration ceremony, which had been thoroughly worrying, ended safely.

Although Judith expected it to some extent, Derrick really didn’t react when receiving the High Priest’s blessing. He was proof that divine power was of no use to the devil. As a result, even though it was broken into pieces, even the crumbs of faith that remained were in vain.