Fortunately, Lillian did not die.
Her limbs were not broken, nor was her head injured.
'So, I'm very lucky'
Happiness always lies in lowering expectations.
But it seems that it fell directly into the basement of this house...
Lillian rose from the collapsed rubble.
“Huh, really...”
She wanted to curse harshly and obscenely.
But because she was raised in a noble family, the words were automatically blocked in her mind.
Lillian looked up.
The place was completely clogged with piles of dirt, wall debris, and pillars.
'It was good that the magic servant prevented the collapse when the ceiling started to fall.'
I mean that dragon made of rocks.
He prevented the debris from falling on top of the Duke and Lillian's heads.
That was fine, but then the problem started.
Lillian sighed as she looked at Duke Balthazar lying on the rubble.
'He's bleeding profusely'
Especially from his head.
In this situation, the magic servant unfortunately disappeared.
It is a normal phenomenon since the person who summoned him fell ill.
“You stupid, damned stone. You are of no use.”
Lillian cursed softly.
When you are called back next time, you will be taken apart a little.
And I will use you as a natural design chair in my laboratory.
Lillian first wiped the Duke's blood with the sleeve of her dress, which was rather clean.
'When will the shadows get here?'
It appears to be a secret hideout hidden very carefully...
"Oh. What's wrong with me?"
Lillian put her hand to her forehead.
She was not seriously injured, but she felt a strange dizziness overcoming her.
It's dark in here... and broken...
'Maybe because the description is similar to my death scene in the original novel.'
When she closed her eyes, the memories floated dimly as if she had experienced them herself.
'serious! Save me! my brother …! I'm still alive...!'
“Ooooh”
She shouldn't have remembered that. I felt more nauseous.
In fact, she hasn't liked basements for a long time.
After her parents died, she was often confined to it.
Misfortunes were coming to her.
“…ah”
Suddenly when she regained consciousness, she found herself lying down as well.
She didn't know why, but cold sweat was pouring out of her.
This happened even though she wasn't really seriously injured.
Maybe it's time to leave a last will and testament.
Lillian muttered to the Duke in amazement: “…When you come out, just say it was because of the nightmare.”
“Ughgh...”
“Sometimes when we're tired, we say things we normally don't mean to say.”
“…….”
“All you said about the family being able to kill each other...”
When life gets too tough, even the kindest people will reach their limit.
'But in this case, they might all die…'
So, because of a sentence like this...
I cannot conclude that this is the complete sincerity of that person.
Otherwise, I would feel a little sad...
…hmm. By the way, why do humans curl up in the fetal position when they're in pain?
Surely there is an intelligent person who knows why.
At that moment, a vibration occurred from above.
She felt small debris and dust falling on top of her head.
There was huge debris swinging at the top.
'Wow, this time I'm in real trouble.'
At the moment when she thought she was going to be crushed to death —
The smell of a cold, snow-covered forest crept into the place.
“Lillian”
“……!”
Lillian opened her withered eyes wide.
The debris of the collapsed building did not touch her body.
In the darkness, a silver-haired man...a villain, knelt down on one knee and looked at her.
“How did you get kidnapped from inside the castle?”
The villain was... He takes a light approach.
Lillian was a little surprised by that.
Because people with abilities rarely sweat or pant.
Because of their extremely superior physical abilities.
Despite her surprise, she calmly replied: “I didn’t expect that either.”
“I put barriers everywhere, so how?”
“I kicked an ornament in the garden, and the magic servant appeared...”
The villain suddenly held Lillian in his arms.
It looked as if it smelled of blood. He couldn't figure out the exact source of the bleeding.
"Those are also part of the barriers. Why did you kick them?"
“I didn't know”
You have to tell me so I know.
I even put a “Warning on Use” label on my prototypes.
“But, how did you get in here-”
“I saw the crack”
“I see...”
...Can it be done that simple?
Lillian hugged her bag tightly.
For some reason, her voice didn't come out as strong as she wanted.
But she had to make sure it was useful first.
'Why does he have the desire to destroy now?'
The red spider web pattern had spread all the way to his left cheek, what a beautiful sight.
I want to thank him for saving me, but he keeps making me less willing to thank him.
“The Duke has fallen into the trap of one of the agents of the Second Empress.”
“…….”
“There's a spider inside this bag. If you question him about this-”
“enough”
The villain interrupted her, his voice boiling with annoyance: “That’s why the tag shouldn’t have been put up.”
“Your Highness”
“Shut up, we're out of here.”
No, you have to take care of your grandfather too...
* * *
Since his birth, Evren had never felt such a bad mood.
“So Lilian was the one who set up Marquis Somnes.”
While he tore through the gap and went directly to Lillian—
The shadows had reached outside, and they were in a panic as they watched the building collapse.
The person who tagged this was efficient and helpful.
He should have felt happy, but he felt pain and tingling from his neck to his chest, as if he wanted to vomit.
He squeezed the doctor tighter than he did at the time of the waking fever.
“Why can't you wake up this time? And why do you have a fever again?”
“She's in for a big shock, if she gets some rest...”
“Huh”
She was a woman who hated being locked in basements.
So it is natural that you will be exposed to a great shock.
He realizes all of that.
He realizes everything, yet his stomach turns, and he wants everything his hands touch to disappear.
When Lillian was moaning in pain on the bed, he remained clinging to her side.
He could not bear this distress and suffocation.
He had to settle the matter.
* * *
On the day of the First Empress's funeral —
Duke Enoch Balthazar hated Prince Evren who looked down on him.
'Get out of my way'
'Duke'
‘Why did this happen, why really…!’
‘…….’
'The Tarandians are absolutely terrible. You shouldn't have been born, Your Highness.'
Since then, they have not met properly face to face.
Every day, someone would whisper in his ear to hate the prince.
“This is not human. Kill him.”
“He used the rest of the grandchildren, and all the family members to hinder him.”
And if things don't go well...
'When you get out, just say it was because of the nightmare.'
But the voice of that damned Tillard's granddaughter drowned out that urgency.
'Sometimes when we're tired, we say things we normally don't mean to say'
'All you said about the family being able to kill each other…'
Tillard's hypocritical daughter.
But she couldn't pretend to be in such a dangerous situation...
“…huh”
The Duke sighed dryly.
He woke up in Evren Castle.
How blind he was, that he only regained consciousness after such a long time.
'Lillian, I have to meet that kid too.'
But the first person to confront him was his grandson, the prince.
“Duke”
Evren smiled sweetly.
If someone saw it, they would think it was a warm relationship between a grandfather and grandson eating together.
…In fact, Evren was fusing all kinds of his grandfather's weapons.
And all of the Duke's magical servants as well.
So that he wouldn't have a chance to summon them again.
The Duke was watching this scene while swallowing his groans of pain.