Chapter 6

Her aunt wanted to marry off Christa, who had returned to the Count of Pasquier. Although rumors about him were not good, the marriage proceeded smoothly because she had already received a dowry from Count Pasquier.

“It’s a practice, and he’s a count. How nice is it that you don’t have to live with two children and have no one to raise? You’re going to be a rich woman. Besides, Count Pasquier is a guide.”

Through the war, “Esper,” with new abilities, and “Guide,” who has the ability to control them, were magnificent. However, the number of guides itself was small compared to Esper.

In other words, it was quite expensive for civilians to seek guides due to their scarcity. Therefore, it was a very tempting suggestion that Count Pasquier was a guide. Christa couldn’t refuse her marriage as she did when she went to war. It was because there was no other option.

However, contrary to what my aunt explained, marriage was terrible. Count Pasquier was sadistic. She had to endure the beating of her husband after marriage, just as she did at home. She was whipped for a small mistake.

In addition, the Earl’s guidance was poor. Rather, he is inferior to the general-purpose guide of the military. The incongruous guidance came as a pain.

But she couldn’t resist. Instinctively, Esper has a hard time refusing a guide. Going against the guide’s will itself was an act that went against Esper’s instinct. Therefore, Christa had to control herself by pressing down on her emotions for a long time.

One night when she was being hit on her back countless times with a dedicated horse whip. It ended up happening. Rather, it could be said that she endured it for a long time.

It was her eccentricity that went wild.

On that day, she felt her inner switch reversed, and soon lost her reason and rushed to the count. He literally hit the ground.

In order for Esper to maintain their reason, she needed a guide. Guiding was based on deep mental communication with the guide, and furthermore, it was possible by exchanging body contact and body fluid. That was why the inhibitor was made from the guide’s blood.

Christa, who has not been receiving inhibitors or proper guidance for a long time, suffered the extreme consequences.

The count died instantly on the spot. She was sucking his blood to the point where he had no blood left all over his body. His sons, who were watching her, died the same way. Because his sons also have the blood of a guide.

Normally, it would have ended there, but this time it didn’t stop for some reason. Christa, like her husband, absorbed the life of the people around her. Her casualties stood at 49 in total.

Her body, which gained 49 years of life energy, felt a force so strong that it could not be compared to before. The power of a human treated like a trivial delicacy boiled like lava deep inside her body.

Christa understood that her abilities were completely open. And the fact that this power cannot be controlled at the same time.

Not only did Christa swallow the life of the count’s family, but she wiped out the Golden Knights, which she belonged to. Eventually, even a heavy weapon for a monster appeared. The casualties she caused for two days were barely over 300.

Her awakening ability was not measured numerically. However, it was a skill that surpassed those of the higher-level awakening knights who appeared to catch her.

Although unofficial, Christa Palmaril was recorded as the first SS-level awakening.

The title Baroness Palmaril called Christa has always been “monster-like bitch”. She only resolved her doubts of that title  before she died.

‘She said I look like a monster because I’m a monster.’

Her sentiments were monstrous enough.

She was taken like an animal being brought to the slaughterhouse with a cannabis restraint on. Countless people watched the scene, spitting and throwing stones.

“Death to the Witch!”

“Monster!”

Christa was locked up in a dungeon. Her power was still rampant, and when someone got near her, she took away their life.

It was imperial law for the monster who murdered her husband to be beaten to death. On top of that, Christa Palmaril was a villain who took hundreds of lives. Therefore, she had to undergo severe torture until she died.

The torturer performed the torture in a protective suit designed by the great wizard Aquilio to block Esper’s ability.

Christa was in pain. It is not that torture was painful, she thought. The fact that she took so many lives with her own hands was so terrible. Among them were her colleagues who crossed the line.

Through “awakening,” she felt that she turned into a “monster,” not a human. However, the remaining human emotions dug through her heart. The fear of not being able to control oneself was an anxiety that she had felt vaguely since she was young. And the anxiety has become a reality in the worst way possible.

The torturer boasted that Christa would die in a week, but she could not. She lasted a record long time in the torture chamber, where the average person becomes half a fool in a day. Christa didn’t die even after 15 days, and she was alive until a month later. It was because of her terrible regenerative ability.

The matter was left to the denomination when everyone found her treatment difficult. Soon an order was issued from the parish.

[Crista Palmaril proves to be a witch and must be burned at the stake.]

A burning without trial. That was the final sentence she received.

Wood and oiled straw were piled high in the square. The parish monk brought a torch and threw it and caught fire. The onlookers who came to watch the witch burn cheered.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Christa didn’t even scream properly even after a month of torture. However, when the fire burned her skin, the pain came as if she was going to lose her mind.

She wishes she could have died. But her regenerative powers kept her alive the whole time.

Because she used her ability, her head hurt like it’s splitting. She felt nauseous. She’d rather die.

“I… Please…… Kill… Give……!!”

The fire lasted half a day, and the smell of burning flesh and oil was all over it. The square, which was filled with cheers, quickly became filled with surprise and fear. Everyone closed their eyes and closed their ears to the scream of a woman who could not die.

The beheading was inevitably decided. The use of the sword was authorized.

The end was vainly quick. It was only when she felt the silver blade digging into her nearly blackened neck that tears of relief flowed out of her burnt tear glands.

Christa Palmaril died at the age of twenty-eight.

No, she should have died.

Christa has gone back in time five years ago.

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‘Why did I come back?’

That was Christa’s biggest question.

She lay absentmindedly on the bed of the embankment of the Palmaril mansion. It was a narrow, dusty attic. Fortunately or unfortunately, the war was over.

‘Was marriage the problem?’