Chapter 12: 12

‘What do I do? What do I do?!’

Bloody red eyes caught my eye.

There was a strong murder intend.

Overwhelmed, Rosaria became panicked,and was at a loss.

“You… … .”

A hoarse voice echoed in the darkness.

The boy grabbed Rosaria’s stiff wrist.

“Ugh.”

‘It hurts.’

It hurt so much that tears came to my eyes.

But she didn’t cry.

Rather, she seemed to have come to her senses as she felt the pain.

‘If you get scared here, you will lose!’

Rosaria glared at the boy who pretended he would kill her at any moment.

Why are you looking at me like that?

‘I can glare at you too!’

It was then.

The boy raised his sword.

Her blood-soaked blade was pressed against Rosaria’s neck.

“… … What kind of sound would you make if you were cut in half like this?”

‘What? Are you crazy?!’

He is crazy.

He’s not just crazy, he’s a kid who knows how to put his words into action!

Rosaria wanted to say a word to this maniac.

But she couldn’t make a single squeak as if someone was covering her mouth.

It was a different feeling than simply being terrified.

‘It would have been less embarrassing if I had been threatened after stealing something!’

It would have been a little comforting if she had heavy gold in her pocket.

But Rosaria was broke, and she had nothing but a hungry stomach as much as her empty pockets.

She suddenly remembered the gold and silver treasure she had hidden under her bed and was about to be madly resentful.

‘I guess I should have brought everything.’

As the tide of her regrets came in, she swept over Rosaria.

Rosaria filled her head with half lamentation and half her swearing at the crazy boy in front of her eyes. Then there was something that caught her attention.

‘Snake?’

Her snake tattoo squirmed as it climbed up to the boy’s nape. It was as if it were alive.

‘It’s the first time I’ve ever heard of a tattoo moving.’

If moving tattoos had become popular, Humphrey would have had a roaring dragon tattooed on his arm, not just a dragon tattoo.

‘Wait, a moving snake tattoo? Then… … . Oh, it stings.’

 

As she continued her thoughts, her sharp blade pierced Rosaria’s neck.

It wasn’t very deep, but it was painful.

Rosaria frowned slightly. And she could feel the gaze scouring her own face like that.

“Then why don’t you just kill me? As if trying to see my reaction… .’

Ah.

Even in the dark, she met his bright red eyes.

At the same time, Rosaria, who was enlightened, swallowed a groan.

The boy was now observing her reaction.

Like a person observing how a white rat in a test tube would react to a shock.

‘He said crazy things about what I would sound like if he killed me . You’re so mean!‘

It was the wickedness that Humphrey would die for, who broke a child’s legs when he had tried to run away.

I can’t move, I can’t even talk. It was a total mess.

It felt like I was just caught in a trap and couldn’t move.

It was, though, as she was trying hard to find a way out of her head…

 

Growl-.

 

There was sound that did not fit the tense atmosphere at all.

‘Oh, It’s embarrassing!’

Rosaria blushed at the sound of her stomach, regardless of time and place.

The harsh atmosphere was turned upside drown in an instant with a single sound.

It seemed that Rosaria wasn’t the only one who was relieved of all that tension, and the boy, who was pretending to kill her, dropped his sword.

The bloody sword fell with a heavy sound. And the boy grabbed his head.

“Shit.”

The boy mumbled abusive language and took a step away from Rosaria.

It looked painful.

Also, the snake that fluttered its tongue from the boy’s neck had disappeared somewhere.

‘That snake head, where are you hiding? No, more than that he looks sick.’

As soon as the boy dropped the sword, his body, which had been hardened as if by magic, loosened.

Rosaria looked at the boy exhaling wild breaths.

The boy’s face was pale and tired.

“Excuse me… Are you okay?”

I didn’t mean to say that to the person who held a sword to my neck a while ago.

But Rosaria, confident that the boy would not harm her anymore, spoke to him in a tone full of concern.

The boy who had been staggering as if he had not heard Rosaria’s voice properly raised his head.

His deep red eyes closed slowly … .

“… … uh?”

He fell down.

Flop.

With a loud noise.

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“What, what?”

Rosaria knew that she herself had nothing she could do.

Confused, she looked around to find someone to help.

‘Should I call Emma? But I don’t know which room Emma is in.’

She went into a panic state in a different sense than before.

Rosaria, who was wandering around the boy without knowing what to do, felt unfair again.

‘I was just planning to stop by the kitchen for a while, what is this!’

My neck hurts, my wrists aches, and my stomach is hungry!

There was no energy left to move the boy to safety.

It was a time when I had a strong urge to just run.

I heard a familiar voice.

“Rosaria.”

“Mister!”

Rosaria was visibly pleased with the presence of the Duke of Valencia.

However, the Duke of Valencia strode closer to her, looking only at Rosaria, who was smiling broadly with a stiff face.

“Where are you hurt?”

“Hardly? As you can see, the neck is still intact.”

“Are you really, really okay?”

“Yes!”

Rosaria responded casually, habitually.

“How… … .”

 

The duke was choked up and lost his words.

He reached out as if to embrace Rosaria, then came to his senses and washed his face dry.

When he lifted his hand from his face again, the Duke of Valencia had his usual composed expressionless face.

“Rosaria. Why are you here at this hour?”

“Uh? That is… … .”

He sounded like she was being scolded.

For a moment, the embarrassed Rosaria blurted her words.

“Didn’t Emma tell you? If you need anything, you can pull the string and call her. But why are you here alone”

“… … .”

“By any chance…”

Gulp.

Did you hear it?

Rosaria was very nervous.

Was it because she was caught trying to steal the gold and silver treasures inside the castle because her bedroom wasn’t enough?

If so, will she be deprived of what she has worked so hard to save? After that she was sure to be kicked out.

In her head, she was already walking through the streets empty-handed until she died of starvation.

Unaware of what’s going on in her little head the duke said:

“Are you going to leave again?”

“… … yes?!”

How did you know?!

I didn’t show it!

“She did the same thing. I didn’t expect a mother and a daughter to look so alike.”

The Duke of Valencia gave a pitiful smile. His smile looked sad.

“Tell me what you do want. I’ll do anything for you. Instead, promise me that you won’t go out without a word like today.”

‘Tell you what I want?’

The Duke of Valencia didn’t seem to notice that she was stealing things little by little.

There are some few things Rosaria wanted .

Silver spoons, glass bowls, ornaments made by molten pure gold, and things like jewelry attached to them.

But she thought that it might be a bait.

So Rosaria bit her lips tightly.

And shut her mouth.

Only the mouth.

Growl-.

A huge cry shook her surroundings.

Rosaria’s stomach on the other hand was protesting.

Rosaria, feeling her face reddened again, changed the subject of the conversation.

“But shouldn’t we do something about that person first?”

  ****

 

Gulp.

 

Rosaria, who she had experienced her hell until a few dozen minutes ago, was now savoring heaven.

 

‘I was dead for eight years. And I was born again today!’

 

When she takes a bite of the cream puff, it melts in her mouth. Astonished, she ate another one,’this is the beginning of a new era. The best! Exciting! Every time I eat it, it feels new!’

With every bite, a yellow and fluffy cream enveloped my mouth.

It was a pity that it melted away with every bite, but I was so happy that the taste remained sweet enough to melt my tongue.

“It’s like eating clouds!”

Rosaria looked up at the Duke of Valencia, her eyes twinkling, twinkling.

Hearing this, the duke was taken aback for a moment.

“… … Rosaline said the same thing. Even though you broke up at a young age and had no memories of her. Indeed, blood can’t lie.”

“Oh, yeah. Is that so?”

‘She’s Not my mother.’

Even if she was misunderstood, she secretly avoided the gaze of the Duke of Valencia, who had deeply misunderstood.

In such a case, it was best to change the subject.

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