Chapter 115

Sheria muttered to herself, clutching the rosary relic in her hand.

'It's okay. Even if I'm involved in a kidnapping case, I just have to go to court and prove that I'm not.'

She stood upright. It would be noisy for a while, but it would be enough if she went to trial and was proven innocent. She could simply buy the judge. The most painful thing for her would be making an irreparable mistake and being abandoned by her lover, Lennox, and the Pope.

Sheria looked at the cowering Priest Luftel and bit her lip.

"It looks like you were beaten up a lot by the original souls."

I listened to Luftel's confession with my arms crossed. The evil deeds he had been committing in the name of the temple began to pour out.

"...They also stole donations from the temple and used them for kidnapping."

"The details of the evil deeds will be listed in that ledger!" Mirissa added, and the people exchanged glances in silent astonishment.

I glanced at Dominic. Dominic smiled contentedly, then put his thumb and index finger together and made a snap.

"...That's all for my confession."

After Dominic's simple act, which no one seemed to notice, Luftel's words finally ended. I spoke to the audience, who seemed bewildered and unsure how to react.

"The reason why they were brought here instead of being handed over to trial is because they tried to kidnap another child in this very place today."

In truth, it was a lie. They had not tried to kidnap the children here.

'But you can add a little seasoning, right?'

The people who heard my words jumped up and even began to scold Luftel. I let out a subtle, mean smile.

At that moment, Mirissa spoke in a soft voice. "The person who stopped the kidnapping in the capital is Marquis Meldenik Kinnoa here!"

Seeing Mirissa's sparkling eyes and the fast-moving quills of the children's reporters, I quickly erased my mean smile and replaced it with a righteous one.

But suddenly, Sheria scolded Luftel, her head bowed, in a stern voice. "Luftel, how could you have committed such an act of blasphemy against His Holiness the Pope?"

'Oh... Are you going to come out like this?'

It was a typical attempt to cut ties. It had to be a trick to abandon Priest Luftel and protect her own image and that of the Pope.

"I was foolish for believing in you..." Sheria's excellent voice made people sympathize with her. Sheria made good use of her fragile appearance and was exceptionally good at acting. As a prominent figure in society, she could perform any role.

"It's truly, truly amazing..." I tried to see how far she would go, but her shamelessness was truly excessive.

"I will ask His Majesty to reprimand you on behalf of the temple. Reflect, Luftel." Sheria said innocently, as if she had done nothing wrong.

But I knew. The person who had brainwashed Mirissa into kidnapping her and tried to inflict irreparable wounds was Sheria. Her trembling gaze turned towards Luftel. She must have been worried that Luftel would drag her down like a water ghost.

At Sheria's tense words, Luftel quietly admitted his guilt. "Yes, I am a sinner."

"...I should go to His Majesty."

Hearing Luftel's answer, Sheria let out a long sigh of relief.

But Sheria was not yet at ease.

I erased the smile that had formed on my lips and winked at Isaac. Even though he was clearly far away, I could see him mouthing, 'I'm ready.' I winked lightly back at him. Then, the smile on Isaac's lips became a little darker.

'...Why are you laughing like that? It's getting exciting.'

I took my eyes off him and looked back at Sheria. I saw my half-sister, her face flushed as if she was very excited.

"Sheria has tormented me for a long time."

A child who tried hard to take everything from me, even my happiness. The word "ready" has various meanings. Of course, the words were as follows:

He said, 'I am ready to take revenge on Priest Luftel and Sheria Babyloa.'

The day before I was preparing for the conference. Dominic, Isaac, and I sat at the center table in the Madama and had the most important conversation. The first topic was brought up by Dominic. He brought up a surprising topic.

'Do you remember Viscount Tern?'

'...Ah, Mrs. Hildegard's closest confidant.'

A person who was abandoned for committing all kinds of evil deeds as Mrs. Hildegard's hunting dog. Concerned with the reality of being abandoned, the beast had entered the sword in a coma. Dominic continued, one corner of his mouth raised.

"I put it in the magic sword, but he just woke up from a coma yesterday."

'Really?'

'Yes. When he was on the verge of death, what happened to his mind? In the sword, life and hatred kept spitting out young self-talk.'

I paused for a moment. Depending on what came next, whether or not Viscount Tern could be used in our revenge drama would depend.

'Who is it he lives and hates for?'

At my words, Dominic tapped his magic sword.

'...I'm going to kill you.'

Just hearing the eerie sound made me frown. I felt bad when I heard that vicious voice. Isaac calmed me down by grabbing my trembling shoulder.

...Maybe he thought I was scared or nervous.

I lowered his hand and listened to the sword.

'I'm going to kill all those who abandoned me...'

I realized what exactly Dominic was talking about.

"I hate Mrs. Hildegard and Duke Sheria for abandoning her."

The Viscount of Tern was garbage. However, it was Hildegard and Sheria who used the garbage. Soon, we would see an abandoned dog biting its owner.

I grinned and asked Dominic to shake his hand.

'Dominic.'

"Yes."

'Viscount Tern. Can you call him now?'

'It must be dangerous. I don't think he's come to his senses yet.'

Dominic pondered for a moment whether it was a good idea to summon Viscount Tern, but soon nodded. Viscount Tern appeared before our eyes and scanned the left-center with miasma-filled eyes. He didn't show me the same contemptuous attitude he used to. It was like a muso, knowing nothing but hatred and a desire to destroy.

Dominic tried for a moment to calm him down.

'Calm down, mean, cowardly, contemptuous man. You're going to die anyway. I put too much effort into it.'

...Of course, it was clear that those words would not be comforting at all.

The Viscount of Tern was neither moved nor calmed down by those words.

'Blessed before death—'

'Yes. You want to take revenge. However, Hildegard Babyloa fell into a coma. Only Sheria Babyloa has returned from the Holy Kingdom.'

As soon as I finished speaking, his eyes sparkled. I looked at Viscount Tern and nodded. Then he immediately gave me the answer I wanted.

'Then I must take revenge on that daughter.'

Count Tern was Madame Hildegard's paternal relative and had seen Sheria since childhood. He was the hunting dog of the House of Babyloa, who had been doing what Hildegard and Sheria had instructed. The dog that is boiled and eaten after the hunt. He must know all the evil deeds that Hildegard and Sheria had done so far.

I looked at Viscount Tern and nodded with a grin.

'Why don't you end that day as it is, like Luftel?'

I stood up. It wasn't fun to simply disappear into a kidnapping trial like Luftel and be punished with a light sentence. He must pay for all the evil deeds he had committed.

"Sheria." I said in a friendly voice, like an adult. "Stop."

The impact of my words was great. The people who had been watching Sheria leave began to look away. Sheria turned halfway and asked quietly, "...Why?"

However, the repercussions of those words were great. It was strange. Had she drunk less holy water? It wasn't a hazy face that looked obsessive.

I beckoned towards Sheria as she was about to leave. "It's not over yet."

I stared at Sheria. Sheria's gaze fell into darkness. Perhaps she was chewing on her anger and looking for an opportunity to consult with him. But I didn't want to be counterattacked, and I didn't intend to.

"There is one more person behind the kidnapping of Princess Mirissa."

I took out the blacklist, ledger, and a small recording piece from the sack that Rasmus brought. It was a recording of Sheria's voice extracted from Professor Abel's memory. Of course, this was not the end of the evidence.

"He didn't try to kidnap Princess Mirissa alone. They carried out an atmosphere of kidnapping in the capital, enchanted people, and destroyed the business of high-ranking nobles in an unclean way."

I tried to talk about holy water and holy relics, but I held back. I couldn't touch the holy water, the holy relics, and even the Pope yet. Touching the Pope without knowing exactly about the uncleanness of holy water was literally a holy mother.

"Even if you don't trip over holy water and holy relics, there is enough way to destroy Sheria."

It was easy for me to get my hands on Viscount Tern to denounce the connection to the kidnapping by Luftel and the evil deeds that Sheria had been doing while working with Hildegard while doing business.

"...Princess Sheria Babyloa, would you turn yourself in now?"

I stood up lightly from the platform. Then I walked slowly to Sheria's immediate front. Sheria stared at me as I approached her, letting out a voice mixed with anger.

"...Keep going, sister."

The dreamy expression of walking in a dream disappeared, and only a look of deep anger remained in its place.

"Here is someone who will testify to your injustice."

"...Testimony?" Sheria smiled slightly. She must have believed that the testimony had nothing to do with the situation. She whispered in a voice so low that only I could hear it.

"Alas... It seems that he bribed his mother's servant or the subordinate of the deceased Viscount Tern, right?"

He is the 'dead' Viscount of Tern.

The Viscount of Tern is not dead yet.

Hildegard and Sheria returned from the sword with evidence of the evil deeds they had committed in the name of the House of Babyloa.

The girl, who was shorter than me, bit her lip as if she couldn't help but look up at me. I grabbed her chin tightly and looked down, making eye contact.

"No."

The door opened with a crackling noise.

"I'm not dead yet."

Sheria turned her stiff head forward, which had been halfway turned. I whispered to her as if I were giving her a death sentence.

"So keep an eye on me."

Whether it's your downfall or my perfect victory. Whatever.