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Chapter 27 Part 2
Now, what are you going to do?
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.
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I
asked with my eyes.
"I
knew that already, but... ...Hearing it in person was quite a shock. More than
I expected."
Alexander
laughed awkwardly. His gaze was straight on me, and there was no longer any
trepidation.
I
looked into his eyes without saying a word. I thought that, perhaps, today
would be my last chance to see Alexander up close.
"Sister,
you really are the culprit, right?" asked Alexander.
He
took my hand, and pulled me into his arms with a smooth movement.
My
cheek touched his bare chest, I could feel his body heat. He pushed me into his
tight embrace.
The
sound of the heartbeat that I heard in my ear was very loud, then the sound of
the beating gradually died down steadily. Slowly, I lifted my head and studied
its powerful jaws.
"Are
you going to kiss me?"
As
if sensing my gaze, Alexander glanced at me. The question is enough to
embarrass me.
"......What!?
No! At a time like this?" I asked, but I seemed to have no right to
refuse.
Alexander
lowered his head as if he didn't hear anything.
He
gripped my chin so tightly he might even crush it. Alexander kissed me roughly,
with a force that would eat me up. A hard and hot tongue penetrated my mouth. I
quickly closed my eyes, he moved quickly, he caught my tongue and snared me
hastily.
"......Wait!"
Then,
at one point, I punched Alexander in the chest. The reason that was almost
swept away by it, is now back.
Is
this your answer to my confession? I want to ask that. Is this sweet kiss your
answer?
Really
crazy. This tongue that is being entwined with your tongue, just now, confessed
that I killed your father.
......How
could this happen?
The
corners of my mouth were wet with saliva. The more I opened my lips to breathe,
the deeper Alexander inserted his tongue.
"Wa—
...Stop!"
When
I tried to resist, Alexander grabbed both my wrists and pulled me, as if he
could not tolerate even the slightest resistance. I sat on his thighs and had
to receive passionate kisses from him.
His
thick tongue that ran across the roof of his mouth moved wildly inside my
mouth. My tongue was twitching as if it was about to be pulled out, I was
shaking subconsciously.
My
fingertips touched his already swollen pen#s. He opened his eyes in surprise,
instantly his body tensed up and he furrowed his brows.
"Ah,
Alex!"
In
a flash, Alexander put me on the floor. As soon as he opened his lips, a silver
thread stretched out like a spider's web. His red tongue seemed to stick out,
and he drank the saliva that was on my chin.
The
cold air coming from the floor gave me goosebumps. My shoulders shook slightly
because Alexander put his hand under my waist.
"Caught."
He
lifted my upper body and gave small kisses in every corner of my face. His fine
hair tickled my cheek, making my shivering body tingle. I turned my head,
ignoring his pen#s that rubbing my lower body.
"Listen.
You have to know it."
I,
who had been holding my breath, now finally opened my mouth. But Alexander
didn't listen to me, instead, he caressed my collarbone which was showing
through the gaping bathrobe.
"My
mother.... ...She's like a butterfly."
I
didn't care about the reaction, I kept talking. He gave me a disgruntled look
as I grabbed his hand holding my waist.
I
made sure he looked at me like nothing else mattered except me in front of him.
Alexander, who had not hidden his lust, finally stopped moving and his eyes
trembled. I started telling stories without missing any of those moments.
"My
mother is like a butterfly. Someone who looks like she'll fly away if someone
reaches out to her. That's why......"
A
sigh flowed out. Now, Alexander is like a loyal dog who listens well, he stops
moving and waits for me to speak again.
"That's
why... ...I killed her so I wouldn't lose her. I don't want to be thrown away
by her."
My
mother killed her husband by injecting poison through a syringe. As the
daughter of a farmer in the countryside, my mother had in-depth knowledge of
various types of medicinal plants and poisonous plants from an early age.
My
mother could kill someone with just an unknown flower, which grew by the
roadside. She knew very well how to use the flower as a deadly poison or as a
medicine to save people.
Her
angelic appearance made everyone believe her. When my Mother said, 'It's good
for your health.' with her sparkling blue eyes, no one doubted her.
"Even
my father died because of that."
I
laughed bitterly. I didn't know anything until I heard that my father had died
after my mother and I ran away. Who would blame Mother, when my father died
because he was attacked in the middle of a riot?
Then,
the truth was finally revealed. Time passed, and Cain's real father and my
first stepfather, Knight Cameron died.
At
that time, I had doubts about my Stepfather's death. He has a strong physique
and is not sick. But he died of a strange disease called sepsis.
After
my Stepfather's funeral. In my mother's room, while my mother was still
mourning, I found countless syringes in a drawer.
Likewise
with the poison hidden in the deepest drawer. The back of my head felt like it
had been hit with a hammer. Mother often injects Stepfather, as she did with my
father. Infecting a syringe is not a difficult thing for her.
"My
mother had killed her husband. And when I found out......"
I
smiled weakly as I looked at Alexander who was listening to me silently.
'Mother,
how can you just leave things like this haphazardly?'
Late
at night, when all the mourners who visited the funeral were gone, I went to my
mother and surreptitiously held out the syringe. Without any hint of criticism
in my expression and tone, my mother said,
'Ophelia,
that.... ...Could you keep it a secret?'
At
first, my mother hardened her face as if surprised. However, before long, she
smiled beautifully, as beautiful as an angel. Naturally, she seemed certain
that I would help her.
Of
course, as always, Mother was right. I also nodded my head while thinking that
my biological father's death had something to do with this.
I
can only laugh with my mother. The most important thing for me is my mother's
happiness. That's why I believed that Mom should be happy and she left my
father because my father couldn't satisfy her.
At
that time, Mother had some wealth left in the name of Stepfather. Even though
it wasn't enough to live happily, we didn't have to live hard, we also lived
together in the beautiful house that my mother really wanted.
Living
like that is enough for me. Nothing more to hope for. Live alone by sharing
secrets without having to worry about money.
'Mrs.
Blancier said she would have me as her maid of honor. Next week, I will pack up
our things and go to their Manor.'
However,
my mother, who had witnessed the life of high society behind Mrs. Blancier's
shoulder, became dissatisfied with this life. My mother wanted a lot of
servants to serve her. She wanted a thick jeweled brooch to wear on her chest,
and she wanted to attract the attention of a handsome Baron.
She
always wanted more.
When
Baroness Blancier, who wanted to befriend my beautiful Mother, reached out her
hand, My mother was blown away with joy. My mother had a deal to raise her
status, and it was right before her eyes. My mother didn't let go of that hand
either.
'Ophelia,
you look a lot like Isolde.'
The
Baroness loves me unconditionally and she is so generous. She doted on me,
saying if only she was healthy, she would definitely have a daughter my age.
My
mother looked at her with blurry eyes. It was then, I realized that my mother
used to do that whenever she had something she wanted.
When
I ate the ruby candy the Baroness gave me, I panicked. What if my mother
commits another murder?
"But
I don't feel like I have to stop it."
Because
maybe I will disappoint my mother. And she will leave me, just like she left my
father.
In
some ways, the Baroness loves me more than my mother. Even so, that still
didn't prevent my mother from making the Baroness sick when we went to the
resort.
All
I could do was burn all the syringes my mother used, just in case we didn't get
caught.
"Since
then, I became my mother's accomplice. You know that I have taken care of all
that.... ...She liked it because she thought it would be easier that way."
The
Baroness, who had gone to the resort for healing, began to suffer. My mother
took care of her, even to the point of scolding and kicking out all the
servants.
From
behind, with blurred vision, I watched my mother smiling while tending to the
Baroness. And the stupid Baroness told Mother and I that this would definitely
happen one day.
Instantly
my spine shivered. What my mother and I did was a crime.
A
crime that can never be forgiven.
If
I had the right thought, I should have reported my mother then. Let Mother
continue like this, will only put the Baron in danger.
'Ah,
that's how it ends.'
The
Baron is not particularly grieving over the death of his wife. Even as if he
had been waiting for her death, the Baron also proposed to my mother, and my
mother accepted it.
In
the first place, Mother didn't need to make any effort to get the Baron's
attention. Since we entered the Manor, Baron's heart has been taken over by my
mother.
Even
though the Baron married the Baroness because of a loveless arrangement……
Still, in my eyes the Baron is arrogant. His handsome looks and immense wealth,
but all of that was wasted because of his personality.
So
I took a step back. After all, the Baron is an existence to be banished when
Mother gets bored.
And
a few years later, my prediction came true. My mother killed the Baron.
This
time, the post-incident cleanup is my responsibility. While my mother greeted
the mourners at the funeral, I remained at the Manor and removed anything that
I felt might suspect my mother.
That
was because there were rumors that Mother was an evil witch who preyed on her
husband.
Again...
Once or twice, it could be considered a coincidence. But this is already too
much. Mother has killed 4 people.
If
I had to blame my mother's three husbands... ...was it their sin that they
could not satisfy my mother? I don't even have the slightest sympathy for their
deaths.
I
even ran in a panic so Mother would not leave me.
However,
Baroness Blancier's death was different. It makes me feel skeptical. Makes me
feel tormented.
The
Baroness did nothing wrong. She was killed simply because she was the Baron's
Wife, and because my mother wanted her position.
But,
my love for my mother made me unable to report it. So, that afternoon, after I
made sure that all the mourners had left, I asked my mother,
'Can't
we stop now?'
My
tone was very cautious, and as I asked the question, I looked into my mother's
eyes in panic.
'What
do you mean, Ophelia? What is it?'
Mom
tilted her head with a face that didn't seem to know what I was talking about.
It was as if, she had forgotten all the killings she had committed.
'Ophelia,
what did your mother do wrong that all my husbands are dying?'
My
Mother asked while we were at the Baron's funeral, My Mother held my shoulder
as if she needed me. No one could openly criticize her if Mother was a witch,
as she shed tears in the midst of this sad situation.
I
didn't answer. The reason why they died, I know best.
So,
without saying anything, I hugged my mother's slender waist tightly. I want to
stop her words and actions, clearly, I can see that my mother intends to find a
man who will be her next husband, husband for a while.
'I'm
sorry, Madame.'
But
I can't do anything. Seeing Duke Arpad who was caught in my mother's trap, I
couldn't help but feel nervous.
'Mother,
are you leaving?'
I
made sure.
As
soon as I asked the question, my mother looked at me with blurry eyes. When my
mother smiled, I suddenly fell into despair.
Mother
satisfaction never lasts long. Supposedly, Duke Arpad would be Mother's next
target.
Duke.
He is a Duke. Not an ordinary mercenary, not a Knight with a small territory,
not even a Baron. The Duke is the most prestigious family among the nobles.
With
ease, Duke Arpad can give Mother anything she wants. He was a man in the
position to be able to do all of that.
'Your
mother will be the Duchess. Aren't you happy, Ophelia?'
It
was a disaster. In fact, even though I smiled when I saw my mother face to
face, I was overcome with anxiety. In fact, Duke is a man who perfectly fits my
mother's ideal type. His handsome looks, immense wealth, a family of pure royal
blood, and even a friendly and humorous personality.
I
don't feel happy, but sad. I want to go back to Port City and live alone with
my mother. I miss those peaceful days. Gradually, I feel tired.
It's
not an easy thing to be behind my mother. I had a nightmare, where my mother's
ex-husband and the Baroness appeared while I was burning the needles, they
asked why I didn't try to stop my mother. They asked that while crying with
tears of blood, they also said that they hated me.
I'm
mentally exhausted. I couldn't figure out what my mother really wanted.
Even
so, Mother did not kill me. She didn't leave me. The days continued with me
continuing to comfort myself with that fact.
I
realized that lately I haven't talked much and have been moody. However, Mother
didn't seem to notice my condition, even on the way to the Duke's Manor, she
kept talking about Duke Arpad.
And
finally, after a long journey, we arrived at the Duke's Manor. And there, I...
"Alex,
I met you."
Mother
went down first and met the Duke, they looked at each other as if there were
only the two of them left in this world. Getting off myself, I pretended to be
fine and got off the horse carriage.
'Pleased
to meet you.'
You
are incomparable to the nobles of the South. With an elegant voice and
demeanor. I looked up and saw a very handsome boy looking at me.
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