“Then, is the Count’s curse, a curse that prevents you from speaking about something unknown to the other party?”

Evie cautiously speculated, and Zion’s feelings became complicated.

“Why do you think so?”

Zion asked for the reason, and Evie briefly explained her inference, then added,

“And you told me yesterday, didn’t you? The reason you didn’t tell me about you was because I couldn’t think of it.”

Yesterday, right here, Evie had lightly questioned Zion.

“Why didn’t you teach me earlier that the person I asked for lived here as an astrologer?”

“Because you couldn’t think of it, I couldn’t tell you.”

At that time, Zion answered like this, and Evie thought his character was really nasty.

But after learning about the curse, she could understand the true meaning of his words.

“If the Count had talked about you from the beginning, things wouldn’t have gone this far.”

Of course, giving up the saint’s position is a separate matter.

“But the Count didn’t say anything in Tienda and only told me here, belatedly. After I knew that the Count was staying in this house, and after I guessed about you and him. Is this also because of the curse?”

At Evie’s question, Zion quietly swallowed his breath.

Zion’s sworn enemy, Amaneser, foresaw a typhoon by looking at the sea in the past.

He counted the number and nature of the typhoons as if he could see the future, but his ability was not foresight but only insight.

A miraculous insight that confidently predicts future storms by meticulously reading the movement of the land, the weight of the sea, and the flow of the atmosphere.

If Evie Ariate, who looks at every small piece without losing it and invariably penetrates the truth, is compared to such an Amaneser, would it be an excessive leap?

“It is accurate.”

But Zion said flatly without any facial expression.

“As you say, I cannot speak of what the other person does not know. Mentioning the astrologer was possible because you were already sure, and I admit this now because you know it now.”

At Zion’s calm words, Evie’s eyes widened again.

In fact, Zion didn’t quite understand Evie’s expression like that.

He wondered why she always acted so naively surprised while being quicker than an average snake.

But looking at it again, that wasn’t feigned, it was Evie’s sincerity.

Evie doesn’t know much, only according to her standards.

So she wants to know more, and as much as she wants, she learns new things.

Zion watched Evie quietly, and then asked just in case,

“What are you thinking about now?”

“I’m thinking that you are ready to shake hands with me, whether you have a standard for not using violence even though you are dissatisfied with the curse, whether you can distinguish what the other person knows and does not know with this curse, whether becoming a teacher was intended to understand the curse, and it would be nice if DS made sandwiches for lunch today……”

At Zion’s question, Evie gave all her thoughts in her mind.

And then she protested in a voice full of dissatisfaction.

“Count, I don’t think it’s gentlemanly to ask that knowing my situation. What are you going to do if I get caught thinking something wrong and kill myself in shame?”

Evie’s warning was valid and stern, but Zion didn’t have the room to accept her dissatisfaction.

Because he couldn’t help but admire.

Zion Laurel, superior in everything except character, naturally had high standards.

So, he rarely admired others. Even if he saw a brilliant talent, his positive level was at best a light acknowledgment.

But this time, he had no choice but to admire.

How long has it been since she confirmed the essence of the curse, and Evie is running again. Planning her lunch in the process.

At Evie’s endless ideas, Zion suddenly recalled Evie Ariate’s childhood, which he learned about through the astrologer.

Evie, who was only twelve years old, reached out to Tienda, wanting to be a difficult person.
Zion now knows that it’s not just blind and reckless vanity.

Evie had already realized the countless moments of the world at that time, and had drawn her own conclusions.

So it’s obvious that it’s useless to say that Zion could only be used if he became a saint.

There are fools who rank above him, and it’s unlikely that the fraudulent talent would behave obediently.

That Evie Ariate was too good a person to be left below just because of her birth.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“It seems like a fatal curse all of a sudden.”

“Why are you doing this when you know?”

Evie grumbled at Zion, who was staring at her intently.

Zion thought it was quite an ability to be able to act so cutely in the midst of this.

Of course, whether it’s cute and clever or cool and clever, it’s not an important part.

What’s important to Zion now is the new possibility shown by Evie Ariate.

For the past five years, Zion had to swallow what he knew alone, grudgingly, because of this curse.

He had tried to convey this or even tried to break the curse.

But the snare filled by his father’s life was malicious and cunning; it could be broken, but not untied.