It was playing with Evie, using the Saintess position as an excuse, and then driving her away at the last minute.

Also, failing to recognize Evie’s fangs before driving her away.

Cassel considered these two things as his mistakes. The answer Evie wanted was probably the former.

But Cassel didn’t want to confess it like that. So, he kept his mouth shut, and Evie gently smiled and told him the answer.

“The Count’s fault is that he mercilessly starved, beat, and tormented me, a young and delicate girl, leaving me at the very bottom of hell.”

“……I did?”

When did I do such a thing?

Cassel barely resisted the urge to protest, but the discomfort and disgust that had begun earlier intensified.

Meanwhile, Evie had brought up the old story.

“When I was young, struggling day by day on the streets of the lower continent, I always wondered. There are so many people in the world, why does no one see me? I feel like I’m going to die right now, why are they all so desperately pretending not to see me? But now I know. It’s all because of you, Count.”

The absurd accusation made Cassel feel a chill.

It was because Evie’s eyes were filled with sincerity. Her eyes at that moment were filled with conviction and faith, without any embellishment.

“Why is it my fault? I didn’t even know you back then.”

“You said so yesterday. The reason for withdrawing support from Evie Ariate was because she was out of line in Bis.”

This was true. Cassel had indeed said this.

―Seeing her out of line made me think she wouldn’t do.

―She played the role of Saintess well there, but that won’t do.

―She doesn’t know why a taboo is a taboo because she’s uneducated. Suppose she becomes a Saintess. Won’t the scum of the lower continent come seeking her every other day?

This was a conversation Cassel had with his friends.

It was secondary how this got to Evie’s ears; what did this have to do with the innate misery of the poor?

Cassel, not understanding Evie’s bizarre leap in logic, was left frozen, and Evie kindly explained.

“I thought about it for a long time after hearing that. If that’s the reason for being driven away, what should I have done? Should I have pretended not to see people dying before my eyes? Or should I have never set foot in such dangerous places, avoiding troublesome matters as much as possible?”

What’s this saintlike behavior?

Cassel thought Evie was criticizing his callousness and frowned.

He despised rhetoric like, “How can you turn a blind eye to the lives of those poor people, all lives are precious,” pushing unrealistic idealism.

But fortunately, Evie’s following words were not very saintlike.

“After pondering for a while, I reached a conclusion. I decided to kill Cassel Montral.”

“Kill… what?”
“Cassard Montra had I not nailed that helping others was overstepping and useless, I wouldn’t have lived like a beggar. But Cassard Montra shows an example that if you do foolish things, you’ll fail, so the whole world trampled on me, treating me like a bug.”

“What nonsense are you talking about, I was a kid then too!”

“Why would I know?”

Cassard argued against such nonsense, but Evie just laughed scornfully.

“The important thing now is that it’s all your fault, Count.”

Evie blamed Cassard with a face as if she was going to say that the weather is really nice. And she did not hesitate for a moment.

Cassard felt a faint madness in her appearance, and he finally realized the identity of the uneasy feeling that had been tingling at his neck.

It was a signal sent by his intuition detecting danger. Don’t touch her anymore, she seems crazy, it was an appeal of instinct.

Cassard was honestly a little scared. It was a legitimate fear that one usually feels when encountering a madman.

“……What is this nonsense, who are you blaming for being born so wretched?”

“That’s right, it’s my fault. I drew lots so dirty to be born a commoner in a slum, and that I’m struggling to live is all my fault.”

‘Shut up! Don’t admit it!’

Evie chuckled ominously and Cassard wanted to get rid of that strange kid right away.

No, rather it seemed better for him to leave himself. So as Cassard was about to get up, Evie calmly added with a smile.

“And it’s your fault for messing with a child without a backing.”

At Evie’s sweet voice, Cassard suddenly recalled the events of the previous night.

―You messed with the wrong person.

―You will be scolded by me from now on.

―Until you’re completely ruined.

Evie had said this yesterday as well. Sitting down on him, her face strangely dignified in the moonlight.

The confusion he felt then revived. And Cassard felt humiliated at that fact. Confusion, I feel this from such a girl?

Looking for a way out, Cassard eventually resorted to anger again.

“Listening to you, it seems endless. I know I can’t see anything in your eyes, but what do you think will happen if you scold me like a little mouse? What do you think will happen?”

“Won’t that be enough?”

“Stop talking nonsense, how long do you think I’ll put up with it? Oh, do you believe the Count? Maybe you had fun playing around as a child, but you need to understand your place. If you’re just a few months old and arrogant, you should take a hint if you’re treated well on this side…….”

“Are you afraid of Count Laurel?”

At Evie’s question, Cassard, who was pouring out his insults, stopped talking.

“You don’t have to worry. He won’t be able to mess with an innocent aristocrat either. All because of a few months old pet.”

As Cassard made a face as if he had been stabbed in the right place, Evie offered him a consolation that was not a consolation. His forehead wrinkled even more.

He didn’t know what Evie was trusting to do this. So when he looked at her suspiciously, Evie smiled brightly and asked.

“So, where did you sell the salt?”

At the same time, Cassard’s heart sank.