Chapter 13 - You are my first, too! (2) (2/2)

On purpose, he slowly spoke elegantly and smiled.

The turkey served in here tastes amazing and I don’t know why they find it cheap. Sometimes it’s hard to keep up with the prisoners’ minds here. Maybe it’s because I am not born with any nobility in my genes.

“What else are you going to tell me? It would be nice if you could.”

“It’s a pleasure to be a good storyteller for the young lady. Well, talking to you is more of a hobby. Oh, did you hear about Count Andrea?”

Baron has a wide connection inside and outside the prison. They say that networking is the basic virtue of aristocrats, but looking at Baron, everyone should be careful because they are looking at a swindler. Perhaps this is why I was very impressed with the news and stories he told.

“You mean the lord who fainted from hysteria? The guard told me. It was in the room next door.”

Among the prisoners, there were some who could not admit that they commited a crime, and the Count is one of them.

“I woke up a few days ago with a scream.”

He used to scream every night saying that he was innocent. Not long ago, I was also surprised to hear a loud noise and hysterics.

“Yes. The hysterical one. It wasn’t just a simple thing. Count Andrea is dead. He exploded.”

“Hey, do you think a Count can be easily killed in one night?”

Is that possible? I ate cookies, eyes wide open with the idea of him being killed that easy.

Oh, eating cookies reminded me of something that I should forget…I shouldn’t have eaten a cookie today… I should never eat cookies from now on. Well, It’s not really that easy to forget a boy licking my hand, though.

“Of course it can’t happen quickly, but this is what Black Roses do.”

“Domulit?”

Why are they coming out here?

“Don’t tell me… Do you think they did it?”

“Yes. Chaser Rube Domulit, the next Black Rose of the family, has made a big scene.”

Oh, is it possible because they’re a bad family?

“But the problem that will shock you was that Count Andrea was the right-hand man of the Archduke of Hel.”

“Oh, my God! The Red Rose?”

“Yes. That Hel!”