The soft, flowing black hair, the sunlight falling on the slightly raised forehead, even the scene of sunlight gathering on the collarbone, where the hair was deeply tucked, along with the flowing strands.

The gaze, which was swaying, returned to the plump lips pouring out confused words and lingered for a moment before slowly sweeping through the slightly greenish marks like watercolor paint on the raised forehead.

Her clumsy brush swaying in the air. The thin wrist revealed under the rolled-up sleeve and the messy apron, which was hard to recognize its original color.

With a dense and slow gaze, Yuan recalled Claude, who was so dignified that he could ask the butler to make new clothes for her.

Yuan breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Claude’s gaze now returning to the exterior wall of the annex.

“I wanted to show you when everything was perfectly cleaned.”

“…….”

“Did I make you angry by touching it without permission?”
Yuan approached Claude, who was staring at the annex without making a move.

“Master.”

“I’m just out for a walk.”

Claude spoke without taking his eyes off the annex.

The deep, subdued voice echoed in Yuan’s chest.

“Just come out and see after three days.”

After the surprise walk that day.

The owner of the black mansion, who had not taken a walk for over ten years, began to spend daylight hours cleaning the west wing with my wife.

The servants created new rumors every morning, seeing the owner coming down the central staircase.

The face hidden behind the mask for so long wasn’t because it was hideous, but because it was too beautiful, according to the rumors.

Felicese Mansion.

“Any reply?”

“Don’t you know? The mansion has strict checks from the entrance. It’s difficult to find even passing servants, making it not easy to deliver letters.”

“How much money did I spend? Trends? Anything like bodies being carried out or screams?”

“Such things are neither heard outside the fence nor has anything like a corpse ever come out.”

“What the hell are you guys doing with my money!!”

Count Garrett Felicese’s plump fist slammed the laboratory desk.

The filthy adjutant standing in front of him didn’t even flinch at his bustling movements.

“Isn’t there anyone else to take care of this work besides me? It’s a place like an exile, far away from the village, difficult to find with the palace dogs wandering around and watching.”

The man replied in a grumbling tone.

Indeed.

In an attempt to meet and persuade Yuan personally, Count Garrett Felicese sent people several times.

However, half were drawn somewhere, and the other half were pressed and fled.

When Count Garrett Felicese’s momentum seemed to subside slightly, the man raised his spirits.

“It’s not anywhere else, but it’s the black mansion that’s spreading rumors about Upris because monsters live there. Even if it’s money, it’s like a stronghold that’s impregnable like killing people as if swatting mosquitoes. There are more than one or two guys surrounding and watching that place.”

The dirty man, secret mercenary Kiyotel, whispered with eyes full of gentle vitality and mischief.

He had made a living by taking on minor assassination requests and not hesitating to undertake investigations. However, he had never seen a place overflowing with such a strange energy as the black mansion in the northwest.

With eerie eyes, creatures flying and crawling around, and guys claiming to be guards wandering around the iron fence. Each one had a vibe very similar to Kiyotel’s, with a single word: big, rootless bastards.
Kiyotel glanced over the fat nobleman caressing the golden purse on his knee, assessing whether this endeavor was worth risking his life. Under the thickened hand, just enough to fatten his belly, the gold from the velvet pouch displayed a distinct presence. Sharp eyes soon turned to him, a man who had regained his appetite. Count Garrett Felicese, with a cat-like gaze from Kiyotel, concealed the golden purse and asked with a wary expression.

“First and foremost, the letter! Sneak it into the hands of the servants by any means necessary. If by any chance you meet that woman, make sure to tell her that her uncle will be watching. Your uncle knows your whereabouts; convey this message.”

“Sending the letter formally might be better.”

“Do it as I say if you want!”

The count yelled, pressing his temple with a loud groan. Though Yuan had been sending letters urgently, claiming they were letters from his family, not a single reply had arrived. Yet, sending letters every day risked the day when the snake-like Count Compani could catch him, and that would be the end. What if, by some chance, one of Yuan’s letters or replies with even a single line about Felicese’s power were seen by Count Compani or someone else?

The count shuddered at the mere thought, closing his oily eyes with his hands tightly, only to open them again.