To find that woman, she would have to enter the social circles of Tienda again, and it was too much to ask to step into that world of hypocrisy and deceit while bearing a curse.

So she needed a reliable friend to help her, and there was no one more ideal than the Count.

Already knowing about Evie’s curse, and being entangled with her to the fullest, and even rumored to be obsessed with her, a young and handsome nobleman.

If she could be with him, she would not be afraid of Tienda’s thorny path.

Of course, his bad personality and obsession with the position of the Holy Maiden would have to be sorted out beforehand.

DS muttered in surprise at Evie’s ambition to get the Count.

“Unexpected. I thought you hated the Count.”

“It’s not unexpected, I do hate him.”

Evie answered cleanly this time.

He had caused her heartache, so of course, she didn’t like him.

Furthermore, even disregarding the resentment of the past, Zion Laurel seemed to have gathered all the points that Evie hated.

His highhanded attitude, unpleasant speech, cold expression, and a prickly personality that left no room for roundness.

Everything about the Count was exactly opposite to Evie’s ideal, and she still quite disliked him.

But fortunately, Evie was the kind of person who could temporarily set aside her likes and dislikes for a purpose.

“I think I can be friends with him, regardless of disliking him. Opposites attract, they say.”

Evie said calmly and smiled.

Then, her eyes were filled with determination to win over the Count, and DS, seeing this ambitious young lady, unknowingly shook his head.

“It seems more like using him rather than becoming friends…….”

DS, a servant who trusted his lady completely, could not fully support her ambition this time.

The Count’s stubbornness seemed as fierce as the wild horses of the western mountains.

The wild horses of the western mountains were creatures that would rather leap off a cliff than bear a human rider, possessed of a pride or temperament.

And in DS’s eyes, Zion Laurel was exactly that type of person.

He was someone who had all the rights to be arrogant, and he knew it himself.

Such a haughty person never bends. Not even once, for he does not know how to bend.

So whether the Count liked this village, whether he was sincere in his role as a teacher, how much he cherished his students, etc., was not the main problem.

No matter how affectionate the relationship, it would be far less important than his pride.

So DS was skeptical about Evie’s plan, but he did not voice it.

Evie probably knew this, and it seemed she was thinking and plotting on her own.

DS was curious about Evie’s small and profound mind.

Bang, bang, bang!

It was already close to night when someone knocked on the door from outside.
“Big trouble! Big trouble!”

And what followed was the desperate voice of Mrs. Marso.

At that sound, Evie opened her eyes wide, and DS immediately went out to the entrance to bring in the lady.

The petite woman, seeing Evie, spoke with an almost tearful face.

“Evie, what should we do……!”

“What’s wrong, what happened?”

“Bayon soldiers have taken the teacher!”

Evie’s face, which had been serious for a moment at Mrs. Marso’s desperate cry, returned to calm.

“It’s a big trouble indeed.”

To the investigation team. A very big trouble.

Evie’s eyes clouded, but Mrs. Marso seemed not to notice as she rambled on.

Apparently, at the village square, the investigation team leader, with his face all messed up, had ordered the soldiers to arrest the detestable glasses.

As Mrs. Marso was so out of breath, she couldn’t even catch her breath, sweating profusely, DS handed her a handkerchief.

But instead of wiping her sweat, the lady buried her face in it, and then burst into tears, saying that the teacher might be badly hurt or not return.

So it became hard for Evie to remain lighthearted, and eventually, she reassured Mrs. Marso on behalf of the count.

“Don’t worry too much, I will find the teacher.”

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There are about fifty members in the investigation team that came to this village.

That’s enough for them to stay in the village, but the investigation team leader insisted on setting up camp outside the village.

Because he believed his tent was of much higher quality than the villagers’ stablelike homes.

So Evie was in a hurry this midnight, looking for glasses, passing through the barley field.

“It’s strangely quiet.”

DS, who was leading the way, said.

The brightly lit investigation team’s camp was just beyond the barley field.

It should be normal to feel their presence, but instead, as if everyone was asleep in the investigation team’s tent, it was silent, despite the fact that they should have been alerted by Evie and DS’s footsteps.

Feeling suspicious, the two quickly made their way through the barley field. The camp they arrived at was extremely splendid from the entrance.

With many soldiers sprawled out like stuffed dolls.

DS checked the fallen soldier’s condition, then said in a voice mixed with a sigh.

“He’s unconscious. I know who did this without saying.”

“He must have been angry, being called glasses.”

Evie also swallowed a hollow laugh looking at the annihilated soldiers.

Sure enough, Evie’s assumption was right.

The big trouble that Mrs. Marso was talking about was the investigation team’s big trouble.

Evie and DS, leaving the fallen soldiers behind, went into the camp. And the view inside was no different from the entrance.

Soldiers were lying neatly inside and outside the tent, and there were no signs of fighting or resistance. It seemed that they were all subdued at once.

Evie and DS, after looking around this unbelievable situation, dispersed to find the count.

And Evie soon encountered.

In the largest tent, Zion Laurel, who was using the investigation team leader as a footrest.