Celebrity Lady - Chapter 113

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Celebrity Lady
Episode 113
“What exactly is your complaint about?”
Wishit hurled Poze.
Landing softly, Poze drifted upward into empty space, grinning wickedly.
“No complaints, I’m afraid?”
“Maybe you need a hit to snap you out of it?”
“Aaaah!”
Poze squealed playfully, raising both arms to shield himself, but in the next moment his voice turned razor-sharp as he muttered.
“Your Majesty, surely you’re not asking because you don’t already know what troubles me?”
At those words, both their eyes hardened in tandem.
With a harsh, rigid expression that clashed with his cherubic features, Poze’s eyes blazed.
“……Forgive me. There’s no loyal servant like me, is there? Everyone else just lets themselves be tossed around by humans like fools.”
“…….”
“I’m working hard for your liberation, so please acknowledge my efforts.”
“When did I ever ask such a thing of you? Why do you do what no one commanded?”
“Then how long am I supposed to keep living as a slave, cleaning up after humans? Are humans more important to you than we are?”
Poze thrust his face forward, eyes wild with madness.
“Look at me, doing all this myself while you can’t even lift a finger. It’s humans who made you powerless. That stupid girl.”
Poze pointed at Rubetria Diolus.
“Watch your tongue.”
“We’ve all become fools because of the constraints and prohibitions she imposed.”
Spirit King Wishit had granted all spirits freedom. Originally, the spirits’ powers had no true limits.
In the distant past, it was said that stopping time across the entire world forever was no difficult feat for Poze.
Not until Wishit’s first Contractor, Diolus the First, placed limits on the spirits’ strength.
“I believe her choice was correct. The spirits’ power is dangerous, and without limits it could be misused at any moment.”
“Nonsense.”
Poze sneered.
“Our very existence differs from humans. Do we possess greed? Do we feel hatred or contempt?”
“…….”
“It’s all because of you. Ever since you made us clean up after humans!”
Poze ground his teeth.
“We had no choice but to obey the commands of greedy humans, eyes glittering with ambition, like slaves. How is that our fault?”
“…….”
“Tell me. Is that our fault?”
Watching the silent Wishit, Poze laughed softly and shook his head.
“My current Contractor is a complete fool. I selected him with great care. I’m going to make him Emperor.”
“Poze.”
“That way, I’ll steadily run this empire into ruin, eliminate every golden-eyed human, and finally end this wretched slave contract!”
Poze’s shoulders, wracked with madness, suddenly went limp.
“Then we might finally be free too, you and I…….”
“…….”
“Let’s go back to the beginning. Yes?”
He screwed up his face like a child again.
“Back to when we lived without those filthy, greedy humans.”
“I don’t seek liberation of that kind. And even if you did nothing, my seal could still be broken.”
“Hahaha!”
Poze covered his mouth with his hand and burst into hysterical laughter.
“You actually believe in your Contractor? That she’ll use the Final Wish for you?”
“…….”
“Wake up. That will never happen.”
Poze added, as if lamenting.
“Your Contractor is still human, after all. A filthy creature blinded by greed.”
* * *
“You actually believe in your Contractor? That she’ll use the Final Wish for you?”
Recalling Poze’s words, Wishit irritably ran his fingers through his hair.
The Final Wish.
It was the key to his liberation.
“I wish we could return to a time when humans and spirits didn’t coexist.”
“I’m sorry, but I cannot grant that wish. Returning the debt I owe to you and Deccard, choosing to coexist with humanity — that was the Spirit King’s own decision.”
Wishit’s first Contractor, Diolus, had endured countless tragedies before finally wishing for this.
The spirits’ freedom.
“Then, Wishit.”
“…….”
“I will place three Constraints upon you. These Constraints will set you free.”
A paradoxical statement — that Constraints would offer freedom.
Yet Wishit could understand. She was anxious about the greed of the Contractors he would meet in the future.
“I hope you won’t be used by any human’s selfish desires. And yet, I do wish that someday you might meet a human who loves you more than anyone else ever could.”
“…….”
“Because you love humanity.”
Diolus hoped Wishit would not be manipulated by humans, and yet she also wished that somewhere in this world, there existed a human who would cherish him above all else.
“If ever a Contractor appears who can truly repay your sacrifice and affection——”
“…….”
“That Contractor would gladly use the Final Wish entirely for your sake.”
In the gathering haze of memory, Wishit recalled her final words.
“The Final Wish. That is ……the wish you will make to a human who cherishes you, a human who loves you more than himself, a human who will truly set you free…….”
“…….”
“I hope such a person will appear.”
“Did you eat shit? Why do you look like that?”
“Good grief, you startled me.”
Wishit pressed a hand to his chest, his heart still racing from the sudden appearance.
Rubetria Diolus cut a grotesque figure — a damp, strange mask with holes where eyes, nose, and mouth should be.
“What’s with that bizarre mask?”
“A Mask Pack!”
Rubetria Diolus hummed cheerfully as she drifted toward the mirror.
“It’s gauze soaked in toner. It’ll hit the cosmetics stores next month.”
“Hm.”
Wishit sighed and shook his head slowly.
“Haven’t you made enough? Are you planning to drain this entire nation’s coffers into your own purse?”
“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”
“Your greed reaches the heavens.”
Rubetria Diolus chuckled and turned to face him, speaking with naked avarice.
“Humans are creatures of desire. Wanting things is human nature. I don’t think it’s evil.”
She shrugged lightly.
“Desire is what drives humanity to endless progress. A little greed never hurt anyone.”
“…….”
Wishit regarded her with an unreadable expression, then smiled faintly and nodded.
“All right. If that’s how you see it.”
“Speaking of which, what became of our twins who couldn’t exercise moderation and overreached?”
Rubetria Diolus peered into the mirror again, giggling.
“They made a contract with the same kind of spirit as before, didn’t they?”
“They did.”
In their last life, the twins had committed the folly of contracting with a bottom-tier spirit, claiming to seek a Wish Spirit.
“Poor spirits. What did they do to deserve such misfortune? Looks like they’re in for decades of suffering under unlucky masters.”
“Aren’t I the pitiable one? I’m supposed to be a Wish Spirit, yet I can’t grant wishes and will apparently spend my whole life jangling on my Contractor’s leash.”
“Again with that? You know you like being stuck with me all this time.”
Rubetria Diolus pouted and clambered onto the bed, sprawling out carelessly.
“So I’m back, the twins’ contract is ruined, and things should be falling apart. Why is everything so quiet?”
“Who — you mean Molga?”
“Yeah.”
Rubetria Diolus muttered uneasily.
“It’s too quiet. It feels suspicious…….”
* * *
Molga Diolus, daughter of Baron Bert, was a beautiful woman of humble rural noble birth.
Having yearned for the glittering lives of the empire’s wealthy and high nobility, she found her fate as a mere provincial woman bitterly unjust.
It was when the late Duke Diolus had come to inspect the Central Territory that everything changed — she had poisoned him and spent a night in his company, setting her life on a new course.
‘I can’t be cast out now. I’ve come this far. This is my house, my family.’
Hollow-eyed from sleepless nights, Molga crept toward the kitchen, oil lamp in hand.
“Now that the twins have completed their Contracts, I hope you and your children will depart and establish yourselves elsewhere, madam.”
Before the shock of the twins’ contract with a worthless low-tier spirit could even fade——
Leonard delivered his bombshell announcement to Molga.
“Until now, I have honored my father’s dying wish and kept you under this roof, but surely you understand that you and I find each other’s company distasteful.”
The Duke’s mistress. Though Leonard never said it outright, he could never stomach Molga — and he had been waiting.
Waiting for the moment when the twins’ Contracts were complete, when there was no obligation to care for them any longer.
‘Damn it, damn it, you rotten bastard.’
Molga had sensed Leonard’s patience all along.
Which is why she’d been working on him through a bribed physician.
“Why won’t that damned brat just die faster?”
“Sister, killing without evidence takes time and care. We’ve been slipping him poison and alcohol together, haven’t we?”
“Ugh, I don’t know! These days, that handsome face of his even has better color than before.”
Gale Bert, Molga’s brother, had a sharp eye for pharmacology and spared no effort in helping her rise to this position.
He had created the poison she’d fed to the late Duke — that was only the beginning.
And now, he had given her a new poison to hasten Leonard’s physical decline.
“You’ve fed him poison and alcohol steadily all this time, so his blood vessels are far from normal. This will accelerate his deteriorating condition. It’s not an outright toxin, but be careful — if discovered, he’ll grow fatigued.”
“Will this work? It should show results quickly, right?”
“Yes. About a week. Divide it and slip it into his food gradually.”
Deep night. A dark kitchen.
Relying on a single oil lamp, Molga withdrew a palm-sized Poison Pouch from her hidden sleeve.
She dumped half of the powder into the large cauldron, then spun around and hurried from the kitchen.
By dawn, this would grace Leonard’s plate.
‘The people I bought can’t be trusted anyway. I have to do this myself.’
Creak.
She quietly shut the kitchen door and turned——
“……!”
A ruddy oil lamp flickered, illuminating someone in the darkness.
As if he’d been waiting for her, leaning against the wall——
‘Leonard?’
No. Not Leonard.
“B-Biego?”
Molga studied his face in shock.
“What are you doing here at this hour?”
“Grandmother, are you——?”
“The water pitcher ran dry. I was thirsty, and I didn’t want to wake the servants at this hour.”
“Me too.”
“I see. Then sleep well.”
Molga smiled at Biego and hurried past him.
Thump, thump, thump…….
Her heart pounded as if it might burst from her chest, and cold sweat slicked her spine, but she forced herself to appear composed.
‘It’s fine. Biego didn’t see anything. Just act natural. Stay calm.’
And then——she froze.
Molga’s footsteps stopped.
‘Wait——’
She thought her sleeve, which held the Poison Pouch, had risen slightly.
No. It wasn’t a thought.
‘Oh no, no, no…….’
Molga trembled, her eyes wide and staring. Her pupils slowly rolled to one side.
Just beside her face, in midair——
The hidden Poison Pouch was floating.
Telekinesis.
“…….”
Molga’s rigid form couldn’t even draw breath. Slowly, she turned around.
Biego stood there, his face devoid of expression.
The Poison Pouch drifting through the air landed with a soft tap into his hand.

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