Chapter 32 (1/2)
Translator: Wawaa
Editor: WilsonWilson
Her heart sank within her.
The black ink bottle, the knight commander who urged her, the high altar, and Prince Sidhar came to her mind one by one. Before her death, Lara bought poison from an alchemist, one that could melt her guts even with just a single sip.
The alchemist, oddly, sold his poison in a small, round ink bottle.
It was the exact same bottle that Lara was holding.
“Lara?”
Demian checked her expression.
As if he had a hunch that something was off, he reached out and took the medicine bottle.
Then, Lara raised herself up.
She slammed the carriage door open and grabbed the potion seller, who was counting money, by the collar as she got caught in the pouring rain.
“W-what?”
He was flustered and quickly pulled himself away.
But Lara did not let him go. Her long hair and pretty dress quickly got wet in the rain.
Lara stared silently at the man that she caught.
She could not see his face.
He meticulously covered himself with a hood so that only his mouth and chin were barely visible.
But then again, it was 10 years ago, so even if he showed his face, Lara might not recognize him.
She could not remember his look in detail because she did not encounter him many times.
Lara told him.
“I will double my payment.”
“Huh, w-what?”
“This time tomorrow, one more bottle.”
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“Okay, just let me go!”
The man shook Lara’s hand roughly and quickly ran away.
Lara looked at his back, not even thinking about shaking off her wet hair.
“Milady! You’re going to catch a cold!”
She might have stood there for a while if Konny hadn’t nagged and pulled her back in the carriage.
Then, Demian got up.
“I will be back.”
Though Lara did not say anything, Demian realized that he had to track down the seller, and thus left the carriage quietly.
The sound of the rain was loud, making it easy to follow him. Even if it wasn’t raining Demian wouldn’t have been caught, so he moved at ease anyway. The man who sold fake aphrodisiacs for 300 gold to Lara looked quite happy. He walked and hid, then walked and hid again, to count his bills while grinning.
He was very suspicious.
It did not seem like he noticed that Demian was following him, but he kept looking around and walked with his shoulders hunched as if he was being chased by someone. After repeatedly turning around and around in the back alley of the complicated red-light district, the man arrived at a shabby row house.
He ignored the door on the first floor, turned to the back of the building, and went into the basement through the side door. It was a very small door, one that Demian would not have known if he hadn’t been paying attention.
It was like a ventilation opening.
When he approached closer and put his ear up, he could hear someone’s voice faintly from inside.
“I’m sorry! Don’t kill me!”
“T-there was a rich woman at the end. I’m telling you the truth! I will give you everything. Please… don’t. I’m sorry!”
“Master, please spare me!”
It was the man’s voice.
Even when talking to Lara, he stammered with uneasiness, he kept checking his back as if someone was chasing him, and as soon as he arrived at his hideout, he begged the person inside to spare his life.
What a poor man.
It seemed that the man was a subordinate to a suspicious person and had been caught trying to sneak away some of the 300 gold Lara gave him.
Someone’s underling, huh?
Demian knew of people who used an underling while keeping a hideout like this and keeping themselves private.
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The black sorcerers.
He wanted to go inside and investigate, but since they were in the basement, he couldn’t see any windows. They might have dug a tunnel inside. But he could not just wait there.