“What about the Count who swears to take care of Evie by owing a debt to the astrologer? Will he take care of Evie entangled with Topju in the same way?”

Yesterday, the Count mentioned the astrologer and told Evie to recalculate.

But Evie thought that the one who needed to calculate was rather the Count.

Being a powerful ruler, he will surely be able to save a commoner girl in any way.

But what will happen if he knows that commoner girl is in the clutches of Topju?

Will he still step up to save me willingly?

“It’s not easy to judge.”

“What about consulting the Count on this?”

“It’s dangerous.”

At Die’s firm response, Evie clucked her tongue, as if she had expected it.

Topju Rohika Sedro is a noble equal to Laurel.

They support the world with the protection of the dragon, so they are superior to other nobles, and therefore they never invade each other’s territories.

So it’s uncertain whether the Count will break that taboo to pay off the debt.

And he can’t even tell the Count about this and entrust the calculation to him.

If he talks about what’s under the Manya tower outside, whether a holy woman or a commoner, the head might fly off to Topju.

“I wish I had a huge scale. Let’s hang all the problems we have one by one.”

“Just have two dishes since there is a tower.”

At Evie’s idle grumble, Die also threw an unfunny joke. So Evie let out a dry laugh.

“I have to stay here longer.”

To meet the collaborator to break the curse, she had to move this morning, but Evie decided to change the schedule.

She judged that it’s more urgent to clear the stumbling block called Zion Laurel than to break the curse.

So Evie decided to meet the person she wanted to slap last night.

It was also a humiliating decision, but Evie accepted it lightly.

The world relies on miracles and runs forcibly, and dignity in the notsodifficult life of Evie Ariate is a clear luxury.

So Evie decided to flounder again.

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Die sent back the waiting carriage to the city. And he sent a letter to the collaborator in that direction.

Die’s going and coming made breakfast a little late.

Yet the Count did not come down until the meal was over, and Mrs. Marso complained that the teacher reads books late into the night and always skips the morning.

The Count did not come down, so Evie put on earmuffs. Die was beside her, so she could easily pass Mrs. Marso’s trivial questions.

Thus, the time until tea after breakfast passed smoothly.

It was a peace like the last serenity before the full moon.

“But why go on a full moon day, it’s going to be a big deal.”

Mrs. Marso suddenly worried.

So Evie felt a little odd.

In her childhood, Evie too feared and was on guard against the dark night.

But she had completely forgotten about the darkness while spending the last five years in Tienda.

In Tienda, the curse of the dead didn’t stir, so even the dark wasn’t dangerous.

It was then that she felt anew how different Bis and Tienda were.

A girl ran into the house with the clanging of bells.

“Huh?”

The child, about ten years old, came in as if it were her own house, and then stopped abruptly, discovering unfamiliar people sitting around with Madam Marso.

Among them, she looked intently at Evie and asked outright.

“Who are you, sister?”

“I’m Evie Ariate, who will become a saint.”

“This is a joke.”

“Yes, it’s a joke.”

To package the truth as a joke, Evie laughed, “Ho ho,” and Diez laughed, “Ha ha.”

But the child did not laugh and looked at them openly strange.

“What’s up this morning? There’s no class today.”

To Madam Marso’s question, the child loosened her guard and answered.

“I have something to give to the teacher.”

“The teacher is still asleep; shall grandmother pass it on?”

“No, I’ll give it myself.”

“All right, if you want to do that.”

While the lady chuckled, the child bounced up to the second floor. Then she came bouncing down and complained.

“The teacher’s door is locked!”

“That’s because you always barge in.”

“Then I’ll wait in the small room.”

“Didn’t mom tell you to stay home today?”

“It’s okay until lunchtime!”

The child said so and went up to the second floor again.

Then Madam Marso said with a smile.

“That child follows the teacher particularly well. Come to think of it, she’s just like the old Evie.”

Evie felt a sharp pain in her chest and awkwardly turned her eyes to the stairs.

“Can I go upstairs too?”

“Yes, that’s fine. The kids are fussing around anyway.”

The young Count had rented the entire second floor, but now that permission was granted, Evie went straight up.

There, she still looked around the hallway and found a child in a room with a halfopen door.

Coincidentally, it was the room Evie used to use.

“Huh.”

Feeling a presence, the child looked back at Evie. Then she asked again.

“Are you really going to be a saint, sister?”

“Not yet. … You know that was a joke earlier, right?”

Evie approached the child with a forced smile.

The child was lying on the floor carpet, diligently writing something in a notebook.

“What are you doing now?”

“Homework.”

“Did the teacher give it to you?”

“Yes.”

“Is the teacher good to you?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Ah, I just want to talk to you. I’m not really curious.”

An unexpected word popped out, and Evie quickly shut her mouth.

The child’s expression became strange. As Evie was about to hastily explain, the child suddenly nodded contentedly.

“You’re sincere. Sister, you’re very honest.”

At the unexpected words, Evie blinked in surprise.

Not rude but honest. Evie found this word unexpectedly refreshing.

So she was standing blankly, and the child chattered, swinging her legs.

“Sisters interested in the teacher all ask like that. Do you like our teacher too?”

“No, I really hate your teacher.”

Ah, she spoke too honestly again.

But the child calmly accepted it this time as well.

“I felt your sincerity again. You’re right, our teacher has a bad personality, so many people hate him. Since you spoke honestly, I’ll tell you too. The teacher and I are going to get married.”

“Um… is that so…?”

“But the teacher doesn’t know yet.”

Fortunately. She almost hated humanity.

Evie quietly stroked her chest, and the child asked again.

“Will the teacher accept my proposal?”

“I don’t know, but if he does, you should run away. He’s a pervert, less than an animal.”

Words came out without thinking, yet she felt at ease. It was a sense of liberation she hadn’t felt since being cursed.

What was this to feel so refreshing about?

Evie was somehow moved.

But that emotion did not last long.

“What does that mean to a child……”

A choked voice came from behind her.

And that voice instantly choked Evie’s breath again.