Chapter 86

Is the highlight of the banquet on the last day? (4) – unedited

As I entered the corner hallway on the second floor, there were fewer people. Count Abitz took a moment to catch his breath before one of the doors of the many rooms, and then he vigorously opened the door and entered. How powerful it was when the doorknob slipped from the Count’s hand, the powerful door slammed against the back of the wall with a bang! sound.

Thanks to this, I was able to peek inside the room for a while. I’d be grateful if Chenin was there. Well, it’s unlikely that she’ll be the great person Count Abitz was going to meet after rushing around.

I daringly pulled out my upper body and looked inside. The interior of the room was not clearly visible because it was covered with Abitz’s large body, but a tall figure was reflected over his shoulder.

“… mask?”

The person was wearing a silver mask from above the nose so I could not see the face. When the masked man pointed to the door, Count Abitz looked around in a moment of surprise and called me, who was standing behind him.

“You, there! Close the door.”

“Yes.”

I think it’d be much better off closing it yourself. I closed the door with my eyes fixed on the floor. Firmly until they hear a ‘bang!’

Count Abitz seemed ambitious, but he didn’t seem like a smart guy. If a certain maid is standing behind him, it would be right to start doubting, but the only word that came out of him was ‘Close the door!’. Well, anyway, I’m thankful for the fact that everything went smoothly.

In other words, I, who was hired as a short-term part-timer, did not have time to leisurely look around the mansion and find something. There were a few places where my footprints had not gone too, and even the places I looked around were not thoroughly inspected.

Having finished the first search for Chenin by swiping through with my eyes, I headed back to the familiar onion smell.

When I returned to the warehouse, Uncle Grick’s humming song was now popping out with the voice of a majestic vocalist. I had to cover my ears to the loud resounding sound.

“You’re chasing people out!!”

Even though I shouted, it seemed that my words were not heard by Uncle Grick, who was so engrossed. Eventually, the song stopped when I patted him on the back.

“Was the sightseeing fun?!”

“Oh, you’re a singer, so why are you peeling onions in someone else’s house?”

I don’t know that he has talent.

“It’s good to keep things you want to do as a hobby.”

Uncle Grick smiled widely and continued the song. It wasn’t as loud as it was before, but it wasn’t bad to hear. Rather, there is a lively atmosphere in the empty warehouse.

Bang, bang!

Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud knock. An old man, half of his face full of beards, without a word beckoned to Uncle Grick. It was the first time I had seen him, but Uncle Grick greeted him briefly, as if familiar with him, and then tied the waistband he had loosened.

“Is it that time already?”

“Where are you going?”

“Ah, it looks like the ingredients for the banquet have arrived. Logistics check is my responsibility.”

“You’re busy.”

“Yes, well. It’s a banquet day, so I may come back late because of the high volume of orders, so if you’re going away, leave a note.”

“Yes I will.”

When Uncle Grick left and I was completely alone, my body collapsed to the floor without a cue. Even when I stretch my limbs out and stare blankly at the ceiling, my muscles throb here and there.

“Uh- I’m going to die, really.”

If I had to go and find Chenin one more time, I’ll really die.

“Is Merson looking for her properly?”

Instead of looking for her, I was worried that the Saint might stop him and gave a bitter cry, ‘Why did you kill my brother!’

If there was Evan nearby, I would have asked him to stay by Merson’s side, but from a moment on, Evan’s appearance was nowhere to be seen. With that slick personality, he might have been joking around somewhere.

“Ha…….”

I will never forget the Saint’s expression that I saw in her hall.

As a reader, when I faced the Saint, she was portrayed as a soft but strong, upright, courageous heroine who knows how to speak out loud in the face of injustice.

But when I met her as a person, it felt unsettling because she was breathtaking, like a rose that hid her thorns, and didn’t perfectly match the image of the Saint I knew. Like an affluent person.

It’s hard to face the Saint’s face. Although we had only talked to each other once, I had a foreboding that the relationship would be prolonged in the future.

I had to go back through the Saint, and Merson will one day find his memory and stay by her side, so it’s only natural in a way?

I remembered that the first official conversation that I prepared to get acquainted with the Saint had been in vain. There were scenes that could not be described as pleasant at all, tainted with drug, attempted gang rape, and murder.

I still get goosebumps just thinking about it. And things that didn’t make sense to me suddenly popped up over my head.

How the hell is the security of the temple so that a drug was mixed in, that I get the drug instead. Why is there bad people in a secret passage that only the Saint knew that I almost got raped. And I knew that murder was unforgivable, but in that situation, instead of being angry at the murder, wasn’t she supposed to check up on me first?

The Saint in the original story would have comforted me, the victim, and the weakling. She wouldn’t condemn the killing of the rapist.