The Precious Sister of The Villainous Grand Duke - Chapter 59

It’s a war.

Is it the first Rose War that Derek Lagrange is waging with Euclid?

“Did Dietrich go to war? So he wasn’t at Dahlia?”

Yuric couldn’t answer my question right away.  In the background, Veronica mumbles a little bit of abusive language, such as that back god or idiot.

“It can’t be that way.”

Dietrich and Hermann’s first meeting was around seventeen.  Herman was 17 years old when he first entered the battle.

‘The order is different from the novel.’

Did Dietrich roll the battlefield much earlier than Hermann?  He should have been sixteen knights of servants who do not take turns directly.

Even the war with Euclid was not part of the successor game.

“……. Alphonse didn’t go out. I saw him at Liatris Palace.”

“Of the successor candidates, only Dietrich is participating in the war right now, Nissa.”

“Why?”

“Because he is the strongest.”

“Dietrich is only thirteen years old.”

Yuric grabs his cheek, which is distorting his face in embarrassment.

“We are Lagrange. It doesn’t matter when we evaluate our combat power.”

I chewed my lips at Yuric’s words.

So, is it that the reason he came back from being injured was because he went to battle himself?

“Where is that?”

It was so unfair.

After the curse was broken, all the children who sought Dahlia were children who had given up the succession or were not qualified because of their lack of ability, and for this reason, they were being condemned by their families.

None of them was evil or evil like the villain in the novel.

‘What’s different with Lagrange?’

There were many times when I couldn’t forget the habit of aiming swords between brothers, but they were all normal.

I was more fond of tagging than seeing blood by poisoning the other person’s food and learning to assassinate, and I burst into laughter even at the slightest joke.

“The child of LaGrange is just a child.”

Ordinary children only grew up brainwashed that they were terrible humans mixed with evil blood and had to be villains.

‘Asmodeus’ curse, if only those pieces were destroyed earlier-‘

I shake off Yuric’s hand that held me in a flash of thought  After all, I had to take a piece of bar cheap from Dietrich.

“Where are Dietrich now?”

I jumped out of the chair and entered the office again.  Veronica shook her head as she glared at Yuric.

“Huh?”

“Maybe it’ll be in the basement, but it’s better not to go.”

I quickly left the room despite my pressure.  Every time I go out of the noisy gambling house and go underground, a fishy smell sticks to her nose.

Not greased, the old wooden stairs made a squeaking sound whenever they were stepped on.

The wooden door of the warehouse was as bad as the stairs, and the handles were tattered, but the basement was soundproofed and quiet enough to hear my breath.

“Dietrich?”

static.

It’s just quiet without even the sound of a bug passing by.  I wondered if Dietrich was really here, and as I stepped out carefully, a creepy sound, like scratching the floor with nails, rang.

‘What are you talking about?’

I can hear Dietrich’s voice in front of him at the same time.

“Anissa.”

The basement was a long, rectangular warehouse, and items that were supposed to be barrels were arranged on both sides.

Dietrich rises between barrels almost as large as my body.

The basement room without a single light was very dark, and only the yellow light from the hot water in Dietrich’s hand was the only one.

“Why are you here.”

But even with that light, I could tell the extent that Dietrich’s hands were covered with blood.

‘Was it smell of blood here.’

I frowned in the disgusting fishy, ​​and ran out to him, frightened by the drop of blood falling on his fingertips.

“Are you injured again?”

“……… .”

Neither the surroundings nor Dietrich’s clothes were black, so it was not properly discerned, but if it flowed on the floor, it would not be a normal injury.

I raised his arms in affirmation before and after.

“Are you okay? A little answer -”

“I asked how you got in here.”

Dietrich took it by the shoulder as if it were angry.  A sword red handprint remains on the white dress.

“It’s dirty. Don’t come.”

“Because Veronica says my brother is here. What is all this blood? Did you hit a lot?”

“……no.”

Dietrich, who answered so, was no longer looking at me.  I’m just looking down at my hand that touched my body.

“Hey, hey, save me! Save me !!!”

As I approached him, I heard a thin weeping sound behind the leg.  Someone was crawling on me, scratching the floor with a fingernail.

“Kak! It’s a ghost!”

I ran to Dietrich with a shrieking scream.  He hid the approaching me behind his back.

“Stop.”

When Dietrich mumbles and puts his sword in the back of a ghost that crawls on the floor, it dulls without power.

Only then I realized that the “ghost” I felt behind the leg was a man.

“……..Ears, it wasn’t a ghost.”

It wasn’t Dietrich that was hurt.

With a candlestick in one hand, he lifted his body and threw it behind his leg.

Quazzik.

The sound of powerless crushing rang in a quiet warehouse as if it were dead.

Soon Dietrich turned to me.

It was dark, so I couldn’t see it properly, but I can feel it with a sense of aura.

Dietrich was very calm now.  The Gray Aura is calm without even the agitation that he just killed a person.

“He is an assassin?”

“No,”

he replies like a knife to my cautious question.  I closed my eyes and stepped back.

“………Dietrich. Do you have a brooch that the bar left behind?”

“It’ll be in the office.”

Ah.

A low sigh broke out without my knowledge.  I was a little surprised that the evil ether had no effect on him.

I hadn’t seen Dietrich deal with an assassin once or twice, but I didn’t know he would kill someone who appealed for’live’.

No, didn’t I really know?

The reason people fear Dietrich Lagrange more than anyone else wasn’t his mighty magical power or his cruel hands.  Because he had no feelings for his evil deeds.

At that moment, I don’t know why the description of’The Men’s War of the Roses’ came to mind.

“Why?”

He reached out to me and reached for me.  As I flinch and avoid, he laughs low.

It sounds like self-help, and a tea gown cynic that also sounds like laughing at me.

“Why are you trembling.”

It was only then that I realized my body shivering.

“Are you scared of me now?”

“………. .”

“I haven’t had a single moment when I wasn’t me.”

The face that came across was half immersed in the shadow and couldn’t be read properly.  He is still just a boy, but his sharp lines are beautiful as if he was sharpened with a knife.

Cool eyes shining black like obsidian.

Faced with that gaze, I stuttered and opened my mouth.

“Oh, no. I didn’t tremble.”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not that you don’t understand.”

“Dietrich.”

“If you run away, I won’t catch you.”

Run away?  From what?

He chewed on unknown words and left the warehouse.

A pool of blood.

The candlestick he left illuminates the dark red liquid soaked in the floor.  It was a terrible landscape as if it were a real ghost, but I wasn’t scared anymore.

I hurt Dietrich.

How many puddles filled with a terrible smell of iron must we cross before we can become adults?

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Saint-Dena was like a garbage dump in the vast Lagrange estate.

The lakes poured with all kinds of pollutants smelled, and humans who were worse than the filth poured out of the drains mainly came in and out.

“Even if you’re in charge, you’re in charge of such a fucking earth.”

Veronica frowns, covering her nose with her pretty fingers.

It was a very elegant gesture.  In place of Dietrich, who couldn’t respond, Yuric opens his mouth as if it were amazing.

“Aren’t you from Saint Dena?”

“So what? Because it’s a gonghang, you should give me a generous score?”

Veronica shrugged and moved the shadows extending from the tip of her feet back and forth.

“Move, hear these pigs!”

“Sure, turn it off.”

As she whips the shadows, men with thick, so richer-looking stomachs shed tears and hit the floor.

“Oops. Look at these kids crying. How did you kidnap young children and sell slaves with such a weak mind?”

“In the first place, humans were only tolerant of themselves.”

As if against Veronica’s words, Yuric nodded with folded arms forward.

“Why, why are you doing this! You said you paid enough money to Lagrange!”

“Do you know that if you pay money, you can sell slaves that are absolutely illegal?”

do.

No, at least in LaGrange, that’s the way it has been.  Knowing that, Veronica frowned on the back of the slave merchant’s hand with a sharp heel.

“In Saint Dena, the only business that can be profitable is the slave trade! If you take all of us, Confucius will cut off the money line!”

One of the merchants who still have the power to stand up from the seat, appeals to Dietrich.

“Aren’t Confucius like Alphonse’s loneliness?”

The boy looked down at him with insensitive eyes and lifted his feet.

“I never allowed you to talk to me.”

Da!