Chapter 41: CH 40

All of a sudden, he couldn’t finish his words and fell to one side. Blanche appeared in the void left by Giacomo after he collapsed.

Blanche appeared from behind his back and hit Giacomo’s side with her fist.

She was draped in a robe over a loose pajama. Blanche glanced at Ricardo who was shivering like a puppy in the rain, and then turned her gaze to the floor.

Giacomo was crawling on the floor. The sound of his ragged breathing and broken ribs cracking while crawling on the floor was deafening.

Clicking her tongue, Blanche held her index finger over her lips.

“Giacomo. Why are you so noisy late at night? I don’t want to deal with knights or soldiers as much as possible, so please be quiet.”

But Giacomo’s painful moan only increased, showing no sign of diminishing.

Blanche gritted her teeth. Slowly she lifted her feet.

Blanche was going to stop him from screaming even if he died with this.

At that time. Ricardo’s trembling voice caught her ear.

“Mariette…”

Blanche turned and looked at Ricardo. His face was a little red and his hands were trembling.

But Blanche did not give him a sympathetic glance.

“Why are you calling me by that name? I’m not Mariette. My name is Blanche.”

“Is Blanche your new name for Digitalis?”

“No. I was Blanche from the start. Mariette is the name of my twin sister.”

In an instant, anticipation spread across his face.

“Then…”

Blanche shook her head at Ricardo who looked like he had a mountain of questions.

“You can ask me later. There is something more urgent now.”

“Oh yeah. I told you, you shouldn’t be loud.”

Ricardo looked at Giacomo as he rolled on the floor, his saliva dripping.

Giacomo seemed to be thinking, unable to stand up or crawl away with his broken ribs.

He moaned later, trying to reduce the sound even with the pain. But it was already too late.

Because Blanche had already decided on Giacomo’s treatment.

Ricardo watched Blanche’s calm expression attentively.

‘As expected, Blanche is strong. Enough to fight one or two men and win.’

His heart was pounding.

Ricardo was glad he knew such a beautiful and wonderful Blanche. He was so proud that she took down Giacomo.

But all of a sudden, Blanche’s anger, thinking that it would return to Giacomo, fell on him.

“Ricardo.”

“Yes?”

“So you really want to get beaten up?”

“Huh?”

He blinked st*pidly, and in a moment he didn’t realize, Blanche’s fist stopped right in front of Ricardo’s nose.

Blanche’s voice was cold.

“I told you to go first because you were going to be a hindrance, didn’t I?”

“B-But Blanche. I was going to save you…”

“Who’s saving who?”

With the cold rebuke, Ricardo arranged and fixed his disorganized attire.

“I- I’m sorry.”

Blanche let out a shallow sigh as she watched his head bow down.

“So are you okay?”

“Huh?”

Ricardo’s face grew hot just then. Come to think of it, this girl found him with a man who liked to m*lest other men.

Ricardo bit his tongue at once and wanted to die. He desperately cried as he grabbed Blanche’s sleeve.

“Nothing happened!”

“…”

“I’m not dirty!”

“Okay. I can see that you came from a bath because your face is clean.”

“Huh? Oh, no… I didn’t mean it that way…”

Ricardo waved his hands in the air in a hurry.

Blanche nodded her head with her typical expressionless face.

“I know. What you meant.”

“…”

“People are not objects, how can they get dirty?”

Ricardo’s eyes were wet with tears. However, unlike Ricardo, Blanche could not feel any emotion.

Rather, she was annoyed that she had to appease the crying Ricardo.

Blanche said, paying attention to his stress stat.

“I don’t want you to cry. It’s not you who should be shedding tears right now, it’s Giacomo.”

Ricardo sniffed and nodded his head vigorously.

“Yes. I understand.”

Finally, Blanche’s gaze fell on Giacomo. He seemed to not want to accept the moment of punishment.

“Y-You…!”

A mop entered Giacomo’s mouth, gasping and shivering in fear.

Blanche had taken an old rag that she found somewhere around the place and forcibly shoved it into his mouth.

Giacomo resisted. He swung his hands like rakes and grabbed her short hair.

Scratch. Blanche did not blink an eye even as her hair was pulled out. Then she did what she had been wanting to do.

She mercilessly broke Giacomo’s hands that scratched her cheeks because he couldn’t hold on to her hair.

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Blanche looked at Giacomo’s struggling legs indifferently.

“Do you want to be unable to use your legs properly for the rest of your life? Stay still.”

His crotch slowly became wet with water.

Blanche, who had a strong sense of smell, furrowed her brows, while looking at Giacomo’s chest while shaking.

This is because she has been informed that Giacomo always carried the second key to the treasury after she took the first key from the Count.

On the other hand, Ricardo, who was speechless at Blanche’s overwhelming power, was startled like a young bird by the unexpected touch between the two.

“B-Blanche! What are you doing now? Don’t touch him!”

“I don’t like touching him either. I have something to find.”

“What is that? I’ll find it for you!”

Ricardo hurriedly approached Blanche’s side.

Ricardo, who naturally sat next to her, flinched for a moment. It felt like all the blood vessels in his eyes would rupture because of Giacomo’s frightening glare. But he couldn’t do anything to Ricardo like before.

Blanche took out the key to the treasury that she had stolen from Count Juan from her inventory.

“I am looking for the key to the treasury. It probably looks like this.”

Ricardo nodded his head and diligently rummaged through Giacomo’s clothes.

Ricardo soon found a golden key that looked exactly like Blanche’s.

“I found it.”

Then, a graceful smile formed on her lips that could captivate any man.

Blanche grabbed Ricardo’s elbow then they stood up together.

Giacomo, who had been casually lying on the floor, could only see the drops of blood splattered on Blanche’s skirt.

Her sharp eyes fell on Giacomo again.

The next moment.

Crack!

Blanche slammed her heel, unannounced, at Giacomo’s crotch.

Giacomo couldn’t bear the pain and passed out. But Blanche did not allow this.

She found a bucket of mop-washed water in the room full of cleaning tools.

Blanche poured the water over Giacomo’s face. Her foot also stomped on his broken ribs.

When Giacomo finally came to his senses, Blanche broke his knees, again, using her foot.

Giacomo lost his mind at the excessive cruelty.

Blanche said casually.

“With this, you will die from excessive bleeding without any problems.”

Suddenly, a warmth touched her hand. It was Ricardo.

He didn’t mind Blanche’s puzzled look, but he clasped his fingers between the gaps between her hands.

Ricardo’s hand touching Blanche was hot enough to burn.

Ricardo’s eyebrows furrowed like he was crying. There were dozens of emotions that could not be expressed in words in his blue eyes.

Blanche said unconsciously.

“Do you remember what I said earlier? Do not cry.”

Ricardo shook his head as if shaking off his tears.

“I’m not crying. You saw wrong, I didn’t cry in the first place.”

“Okay. I must have misunderstood. Sorry.”

Blanche wouldn’t know. How comforted he was by her gentle apology.

Blanche tucked his hair behind his ear that had fallen in front of his face.

“Anyway, Giacomo will never find you, even in his dreams. No, even if he comes, what can a person who has lost all three legs do to you?”

Ricardo quickly blinked his eyes.

“Did you kill Giacomo for me?”

“That’s right.”

Blanche laughed softly.

“I did it for you.”

At the same time she thought.

‘So, keep relying on me from now on. Make me your most trusted person in this world. That way, when the time comes, I will sell you at the highest price.’

Ricardo, who would never have dreamt of her dark thoughts, blushed and muttered in a muffled voice.

“Oh, thank you…”

His ears were red and he seemed to have no choice but to love every inch of Blanche. However, Blanche who had a morality error never thought that he liked her like this.

Growing up with seventeen years of abuse made Blanche this way.

Moreover, her attention had long been diverted elsewhere.

“Okay, let’s go check out the treasury. Hurry, Ricardo. Let’s do this!”

Ricardo laughed bashfully.

Blanche left with Ricardo heading for the Count’s treasury.

Not hiding in the dark, but more proudly than anyone else.

It was natural. The guards and knights guarding the castle knew Blanche as Mariette, the Countess from today onwards.

They turned their heads to the sight of the Countess walking on the first night, but they could not boldly stop Blanche. However, not everything worked out according to Blanche’s will.

Blanche, who had descended underground and stood in front of the long-awaited treasury, threw a key to the floor in rare annoyance.

The key was thrown so hard that it stuck to the stone floor instead of simply landing on it.

Grit. She gritted her teeth.

“This is not the key…!”

The key from Count Juan fit the treasury door, but Giacomo’s key didn’t.

Moreover, the use of the wrong key also caused unexpected side effects.

[System/ Magic is concentrated in Don Juan’s treasure chest door. Magic defense increased to 800 for 24 hours.]

[System/ Magic is concentrated in Don Juan’s treasure chest door. Material defense increased to 700 for 24 hours.]

Blanche stared at the door of the treasury, which had already been covered with a thin bluish film.

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