She Became The Devil’s Stepmother Who’s About To Be Killed - Chapter 36 – Can I Let You Go? (2)

Chapter 36 – Can I Let You Go? (2)

Sinclair was startled as she entered the annex. It was because Curtis of the Brooks Guild made ion water purifiers faster than expected.

“How did you do this?”

Curtis smiled widely.

“This is pretty basic. As promised, you must tell me that technique of fighting.”

At Curtis’s response, Sinclair smiled bitterly. Right at this moment, her head was aching due to Gerard’s divorce comments, but water purifier and martial arts…

‘Why do I feel hollow?’

It seemed she would be kicked out right now.

‘I shouldn’t be divorcing now.’

Gerard was right. If they got divorced… It would be a big wound for Theodor.

It reminded her of the faces of her parents, who often fought when she was young. Whether the relationship is good or bad, a child’s heart beats when their parents speak about divorce. It feels like the child is the one at fault.

She realized that her plan to maintain this marriage at least until the curse was lifted was arrogant.

“Madam?”

It was Sophia.

“Oh…”

“Arden and Thomas confirmed the usage and technique earlier.”

“Right.”

“It was amazing.”

“That’s a relief, let’s bring a cup of water.”

“Yes.”

Sophia hurried to the kitchen. Sinclair led her tired body to the outdoor garden chair where Curtis was sitting and sat down.

“So how many did you make?”

Sinclair saw a wooden box containing the ion water purifier he had made.

“A total of 100.”

“Okay.”

“Aren’t you impressed?”

“I am.”

Sinclair put her hands to her chest.

“Ha… You have no soul.”

Curtis was amazed. The third Holy Saint of the Demon Realm, Rurarisa, begging for emotion from a human woman who doesn’t even appreciate the gesture… The demon didn’t know where this servile feeling of wanting her praise came from.

Arden, who seemed to be her subordinate, approached, marveled, and said,

“Madam ordered this? As expected of Madam.””

That’s what he said.

‘No, hey. That lady just came up with the idea. I made it!’ He wanted to say that, but he was just tired of mixing human and language, so he crossed his arms and watched them fooling around. The butler said he couldn’t trust Curtis, so he couldn’t just install it. Next, healers and physicians were mobilized to confirm the toxicity of the object.

‘Should I kill some servants if they still have doubts after a while?’ He was hesitant. Nevertheless, he wanted to be praised by Bonya.* In the end, Curtis taught the principle and operation of the demon water purifier. Still, their answers remained the same. They said he had to get permission from the Duke. He had been waiting after all that humiliation, but just look at her attitude. He was disappointed. So, he decided to recount his hard work.

“Bonya, do you know how many people I’ve dealt with without you?”

[tl/n: If you all remember from the ch when they first met, Sinclair told Curtis her name was ‘Looking’ the joke here is that the word in Korean can be translated as ‘What are you looking at’ and since it sounds weird I’m just leaving the name as ‘Bonya’]

“That’s why you should have contacted me before coming.”

To his protest, she replied curtly.

“Contact you?”

“Ngh, if you had made an appointment in advance, you wouldn’t have been troubled. I would have been waiting for you.”

‘She would be waiting for me?’ In an instant, Rurarisa’s heart was filled with pride. ‘Right, this is exactly what I wanted.’

“Bonya?”

“Mmh?”

“Bonya?”

Curtis desperately called her out of a strong inner conflict between the desire to live as her slave connected with a line frequency, and the humiliation of being a human slave.

“What?”

Meanwhile, Sinclair was annoyed as Curtis kept calling her.

“Just say it!”

And eventually.

“We… Shall we set a frequency?”

“Frequency? Frequency exists here, too?”

Sinclair had been leaning on the chair as if tired, raised her head and looked straight at him. Curtis’ reason returned at the sudden interest.

“It’s– it’s nothing.”

‘Crazy. It’s like shooting my own feet. To such a cheeky person…’

“What is that?”

“That’s just–”

However, unlike his feelings, he wanted to stop his mouth which wanted to reply hastily. It was strange that the frequency did not settle by itself with her immediately after forming a master-subordinate relationship, but if they put their foreheads together and memorized a spell to match brain waves, it would be enough to set the frequency. In that case, he had to face a situation where he would have no choice but to rush to her at every word.

Curtis hesitated because he didn’t want to live such a life of slavery. His reputation was almost ruined. But if they had the frequency, ‘I can see her whenever she calls me, right?’

In an instant, the saliva in his mouth dried up, and his heart raced. Right, it was all because of his desire to learn. If he learns even one more of those mysterious martial arts, the Third Holy Saint would feel complete. In the name of learning, he secretly buried the desire for her that was rising from the depths of his heart.

“To match the frequency, we have to put our foreheads together first.”

Without even explaining the utility of the frequency, Curtis reached out to Sinclair without hesitation. And at that moment,

Pak! There was a huge wall of ice between Sinclair and him.

“Put your forehead on what?”

Curtis looked back at the voice, annoyed by the man’s alluring low-pitched voice. A man with a pure white face, transparent as crystal; hair shining like an obsidian jewel, and eyes as pure as emerald ice in a glacier was striding towards him in a white uniform.

“Who are you?”

“That’s rude. He is Gerard Vonzeyer, the owner of this castle, and my husband. Say hello.”

Even before Curtis’ question was over, Sinclair stepped in with a slightly flushed face. He was astonished. Earlier, when everyone casually shouted “Madam,” “Madam,” he believed that she was called like that because she was the woman responsible for housekeeping instead of her father. Because there was no trace of a man in this annex. So Curtis assumed that she was single. But, apparently, now Bonya was introducing this fellow as her husband. And naturally, he stood next to her. However, after looking at her slightly, he put his hand on Bonya’s shoulder and was blatantly wary.

“Don’t cross this ice wall and speak there. Your life will not be safe the moment you cross it.”

‘OMG. What the hell is this.’ A shy pink flower bloomed on Bonya’s cheek beyond the ice wall.

Ugh- Obviously, it wasn’t something to be shocked about. Clearly.

‘But why does it feel like my heart is falling apart?’ Bonya was only his Master, and whether she was married or not had nothing to do with him, right? However, he couldn’t control his facial expression. She was a beautiful human being. Enough to be jealous.

The fellow called her husband motioned all the subordinates to step back, leaving only Bonya and himself.

‘I’m not guilty of anything… So why does my chest keep shrinking?’ If he had committed a crime that would have been beaten by his wife and even been threatened… Besides, what is this terrifying mood?

Then.

“You want to see her over and over again?”

“…?”

Rurarisa, the third Holy Saint of the Demon Realm, who had lived for over 1000 years, felt embarrassed for the first time in his life and opened his mouth.

‘Does that guy know the feelings that even I don’t know?’

“Ha, you’re pretty good at acting too.”

Only then did Curtis point to himself and ask.

“Did you say that to me?”

“Who else is here besides you?”

“With what hidden motive did you come all the way here?”

‘Hidden motive? Should I reveal it?’

To learn martial arts?

Or to be her subordinate, that is, a loyal demon?

‘But the moment I reveal that I am a demon, a confrontation with that fellow is inevitable, isn’t it?’

Hold on, this fellow… Wasn’t the famous Gerard Vonzeyer?

‘Damn it.’

Curtis shuddered, suddenly fearful that he might have been caught in a trap.

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