Duke's wife

Chapter 103

For about five minutes, a small man had made his way through the fog to a back corner behind the monastery building, and he stopped and muttered:

"...... What a bother."

Then he turned to the hulking man who stopped the cart next to him.

"Has anyone pursued us, Sir Oliver?"

Sir Oliver, a large man with a cart parked in the corner, gently pulled the corners of his exposed mouth up and replied to the little man.

"Of course, Lord Kaldine."

Afterwards, Sir Oliver approached the cart and carefully removed the cloth.

"Crrrrr.......rr

Then a figure crouched like the two men, covered in long robes, let out a low growl.

It is a creature with limbs like a man, with three bright red eyes on its face hidden beneath its robes and a long tongue like a snake glistening beneath its raised nose.

The creature is a monster called Crea, which inhabits the Chegaru Mountains north of Felix Castle and through the Duchy of L'Euenne, and it was a "gift" specially prepared by them for today's visit to Appleton Abbey.

Sir Oliver said, examining the chains around Krea's wrists and ankles as she snarled at them.

"More than half of the chains we've held in place have melted. I'm going to hurry up. If we do something wrong, we'll be captured and taken to the Duke of Alberton before he can break free from his bonds and go on a proper rampage in the Abbey."

"I see. Hurry up."

Lord Kaldin nodded, then nodded toward the monastery.

The two pressed their robes deeper into their faces, hoping that someone would recognize their faces, and then sped away.

They were often greeted nonchalantly by the priests and acolytes who passed by them, and made their way through the labyrinthine corridors of the monastery to their destination, the underground wards.

"......."

"...... This is."

When they finally arrived in the basement of Appleton Abbey, they frowned at the sight of the murderous figure before them.

The darkly dark hallway that could hardly be inhabited, the torches in the contrasting bright rooms, and the barred wards on all sides and the only bed in the middle of the room, made it easy for anyone to keep an eye on those in the room from the outside.

Above all, the faint smell of blood mixed with the strong smell of alcohol emanating from inside was so grotesque that it could hardly be considered a place where people lived, let alone a hospital room.

They looked away quickly, not even appalled by the murderous figure. To find the person who was supposed to be in the bedroom, Reina Young-ae, who had gone crazy.

Then, the bed in the center of the room wriggled small. Then a skinny woman with wild hair lifted the sheet that covered her body and stood up.

"Sir Oliver! Hey!"

Lord Kaldine, who was the first to spot the scene, tugged at the cuffs of Sir Oliver's robe, who was looking elsewhere. Sir Oliver turned his head straight in the direction he was pointing.

"...... Bloody hell."

At that moment, Sir Oliver could immediately recognize who was lying helplessly on the bed.

A few years earlier, after her engagement to her lord, she had gone mad with excessive obsession and madness, the Earl of Reina Hugues.

Lord Kaldin said to Sir Oliver, looking sadly at her sunken eyes as she stared blankly into the void with blackened eyes, and her skinny body exposed beneath the hem of her old dress.