Chapter 8.2

Liv, who was busy making a living day by day, was now getting to know the story of the marquis who made the city buzzing. Most of the stories were grossly false and absurd to her ears. Rather than a person, there were many descriptions that seemed to refer to some mythical superhuman.

In the past, she would have found it a little interesting as if she were listening to other people’s love stories. Thinking she had nothing to do with it, she would have quickly turned her attention away without thinking about it deeply. However, she couldn’t do that now because she got entangled with him unintentionally.

Liv stared quietly at the surface of the lake. Looking at the shining blue reflecting the sunlight, the fatal beautiful eyes of the man came to mind.

All the rumors that are circulating cannot be true. Generally, stories that go through a person’s mouth are enlarged, and finally, they are ruined to the point where the original form is not recognized.

Nevertheless, one thing was definitely true.

‘An arrogant and cold man.’

The beautiful face would look good in whatever he did, but the expressionless and cold face fit him perfectly as if it was really his.

Maybe he had never had a smile in his life?

Liv still couldn’t believe she was involved with him, so sometimes it felt like a dream. Wouldn’t it be amazing to see his face once in a lifetime?

He was a man who had no relation to where she lived, who she hung out with, or even the vocabulary she used.

One may be pleased that she was somehow associated with such a high and noble man, but Liv was just bloated as if she had eaten something she couldn’t digest.

It’d be good if the work starts and ends quickly.

The Marquis’ visit was decided, so their work schedule was adjusted entirely to the Marquis’s schedule. She had no clue of what the Marquis told Brad, but when Liv went to Brad, he knew the whole story. Unlike Liv, Brad seemed very excited.

“If we do well, I’ll get a huge supporter too!”

Brad was delusional even more. From what Liv saw, it was a completely hopeless wish, but he seriously thought the Marquis liked his painting.

“But you know what, Teacher?”

Liv, who had been thinking for a while, suddenly came to her senses. Giving a habitual smile to Millian, who looked at her with shining eyes, Liv tried to empty her complex head.

Having found nothing unusual about Liv, Millian lowered her voice to the fullest and whispered as if she were telling a huge secret story.

“I heard there’s something incredible in the basement of the Marquis Dietrion’s mansion.”

“In the basement of the mansion?”

“Yes. The Marquis really likes art, isn’t he? But in fact, what he really collects are taxidermied objects made from living creatures!”

Millian had just described the Marquis of Dietrion as the prince of the century, but this time, she was turning him into a terrible monster. Liv let out a little laugh because that change was a little funny. Millian did not care about Liv’s attitude, which was not listening seriously at all this time.

“Did you know that Marquis of Dietrion was a military officer? That’s why he’s so used to killing. Not only animals, but also humans!”

It was unconfirmed information that the Marquis was a military officer. It was only speculated by people who had seen the Marquis relatively often, and because it really suited the Marquis, the information spread like an accomplished fact at one point.

A rumor being talked about irresponsibly in secret since no one could confirm the truth.

“Hmm…”

Rather than that, murder? Liv recalled the Marquis of Dietrion she had seen. The Marquis killing someone with a cold and apathetic face seemed plausible at first glance.

“The room where real people are taxidermied and displayed is hidden in the basement of the mansion.”

Dark and gloomy basement, bleak air, and the stuffed nude people in a transparent glass tube. Liv squinted at the sight of Millian describing it realistically as if she had seen it in person.

She didn’t know Millian had this talent for a storyteller. It was a skill second to no one for her to get a job at a theater company right away.

There was no reason for the only daughter of the Baron, Millian, to jump into looking for such a clownish job, so in the end, this was all just Liv’s vain imagination.

It might have been better if Liv herself had that talent. The theater company was just a ridiculous group of clowns in the eyes of a few high-class people, but it was a popular group for many citizens.

As it is a business that makes a big profit only with the entrance fee of citizens even if it does not earn the honor of the upper class, I will be able to earn stable and sustainable income if I have related talents.

Liv, who had been thinking so far, shook her head in vain.