I Became the Youngest Sister-in-law of the Ruined Reverse Harem’s Male Leads - Chapter 112

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07. End of Childhood

“A ritualist? What did you do as the ritualist’s maid?”

“My role was to watch over that person when the ritualist fell asleep.”

“Tell me specifically.”

“That person periodically became ill. Each time, they would take medicine and fall into a very deep sleep, and sometimes they nearly died when their breathing stopped. When that happened, I had to pour medicine into that person’s mouth.”

“Where and how was their body unwell?”

“I don’t know that well either. But I know the medicine the ritualist used to drink.”

“What was it?”

Rebecca hesitated for a moment before carefully confessing.

“It was powder that mages carry around. I heard it was made through terror.”

“Black holy water then. Since you watched the ritualist, you must know about that person too.”

“Yes. The ritualist always wore deep robes so few people knew their face, but I do. It was a man with black hair.”

Disgust crossed Rebecca’s face as she slowly confessed.

Rebecca clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Hatred and hostility flashed in her eyes.

“About 185cm tall. Pale skin and bright blue eyes. Oh, and there was a mole near his right eye.”

“Don’t you know the name?”

“No one in the Order knows that man’s name. Please catch the ritualist. I became like this all because of that man.”

Rebecca sadly rubbed her bruised arms.

Edith observed her desperate expression before quietly leaving the interrogation room.

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“Something’s strange, Leopold.”

“What do you mean?”

Edith collapsed onto the break room sofa and explained while massaging her neck.

“Isn’t it suspicious that she has no memory despite not being under black magic? If it was from physical trauma, there should be traces left. But Rebecca’s head was smooth without a single scar.”

“Could there be such a power among abilities?”

“It could be a lie. We can’t ignore the possibility that she’s pretending to betray the Order while trying to extract information.”

“It would be more certain if we had an ability nullification unit, which is unfortunate.”

As the two fell into thought, Marco who was beside them asked.

“What are you planning to do with that woman? If she’s really a victim, she’ll be killed as soon as she leaves the palace.”

“We’ll keep her close and monitor her. We’ll use her as a palace maid but assign her somewhere she can’t extract important information or tamper with food.”

“Having her do cleaning would work.”

Then Dalia came out of the interrogation room, shaking blood off her hands.

She had a very serious expression.

Screams could be heard through the slightly open door.

“Edith. I think you need to come see this.”

“What…”

The Elder was tied up, covered in blood.

Enzo, who had been leaning his forehead against the wall catching his breath, noticed Edith and tapped the Elder.

“Say what you said before again.”

“I’d rather bite off my tongue than reveal who ‘that person’ is.”

The Elder answered firmly while breathing heavily.

Then Enzo kicked the Elder’s leg hard.

“No, not that. I mean the story about the adversary.”

“Ah. Hehehaha. Long ago, yes. Twenty or thirty years ago, we realized that Lord Razas’s adversary would be born into this world. So the Order deployed the best black mages to eliminate the adversary.”

Edith couldn’t understand why they were hearing stories about adversaries when they should have been interrogating about terrorism and the ritualist.

Nevertheless, instincts from long experience in the field stimulated her nerves.

It was a vague anxiety that something bad was going to happen.

“We gave him Trophancian identity, had him marry and have children so no one could suspect. We waited for the adversary to appear for a very long time, and the time came.”

Edith’s hands trembled. Her mouth went completely dry.

What was this bastard trying to say that made her so anxious?

“We killed the adversary at the most appropriate time. Hahaha! The Trobancha Branch was completely uprooted because of it, but it was worth it!”

“Don’t tell me—”

“Because the adversary’s name was listed among the casualties aboard the Victoria Ship!”

The moment the Elder shouted, Edith rushed at him and threw a punch.

“Edith!”

Enzo and Dalia grabbed Edith from both sides to stop her, but it wasn’t enough.

Edith pushed both of them away with her own strength and grabbed the Elder by the throat.

“So you committed terrorism? To kill some so-called adversary!”

With each punch, teeth fell out of the Elder’s mouth.

Even as the Elder spat blood through his teeth, Edith felt no guilt or hesitation.

“Edith, hold back!”

“Senior, you can’t! You mustn’t kill him!”

Edith only separated from the Elder after the inspectors from outside and Leopold joined in.

Even after pulling her away, Leopold held her arm tightly and wouldn’t let go.

Edith was in the most excited state Leopold had ever seen her in. No, it wasn’t just excitement.

She was roughly on edge as if she might kill someone at any moment.

Edith, who had swallowed slight madness, hot anger, and a raging storm, opened her mouth.

“What was that person’s name?”

“Nina Berchio.”

“Ha.”

Crack.

Edith, who had fiercely gritted her teeth, ended up punching the wall because her colleagues and Leopold blocked her from approaching the Elder.

Bang!

A harsh explosive sound shook the building.

The wall hit by her fist cracked and crumbled.

Still not satisfied, Edith trembled while breathing roughly.

“Enzo. Prepare the black holy water. I’ll interrogate him myself.”

“Edith, you should step back from this case.”

“I said I’ll interrogate him myself.”

Her dark blue eyes directed at Enzo glowed coldly sharp.

Derek, who had been silently watching the situation, shrank his shoulders at the killing intent the Empress was emitting.

Having no choice, Dalia brought the black holy water.

“W-wait. You’re not planning to make him drink that, are you?”

“That’s exactly right.”

“No, no! If you make him drink that, we’ll be no different from the black mages!”

The Elder jumped up in refusal despite being tied up.

Edith snatched the black holy water from Dalia’s hands and spoke coldly.

“I’m holding back from wanting to shove this down your throat and kill you right now. So don’t waste time and speak quickly.”

“B-black mages are created when the ritualist makes contracts between Lord Razas and mages. When the number of people killed by black magic exceeds the number of people sacrificed as offerings, that bastard gets a hole in their head.”

“What happens when a hole forms?”

“Lord Razas dwells in the hole. As the hole grows larger, at some point that bastard’s soul and body fall into Lord Razas’s hands. But if they drink black holy water, they become Lord Razas’s property immediately without this process!”

“Perfect.”

Edith opened the lid and poured the black holy water into the Elder’s mouth.

The Elder twisted his neck and contorted his body, desperately resisting, but he couldn’t overcome Edith’s grip strength.

“Mmph! Mmmmph! Mmph!”

“Razas, you damn demon bastard. Come out quickly!”

“Gack! Cough! Graaaah!”

The Elder’s eyes rolled back. He had been foaming at the mouth and convulsing, but at some point he began breathing lowly while glaring at Edith.

They were terribly wicked red eyes.

“So you’re Berchio’s daughter.”

Edith looked at Razas wearing the Elder’s skin and laughed maniacally.

“Interesting. If you know me, you must know my siblings too?”

Razas blinked slowly. Somewhat dazedly, or perhaps full of malice.

“Yes. I know well that your youngest sibling is alive. How do you know I’m targeting that little girl?”

“My mother was a nonbeliever even though her child was a Holy Maiden. There’s no way someone like that would be your adversary.”

“Ha. Right. That’s how it was. Thinking the Holy Maiden’s mother must have something special, I killed her again and again. In that sense, your brother was the most terrible obstacle.”

“Ah. Our brother is quite persistent.”

“Not knowing that persistence would create my political enemy, he kept trying—it was the most foolish thing in my life.”

“You created it with your own hands?”

Razas narrowed his eyes and smiled broadly.

“Originally, she would have been born without any special abilities, but Andrea Berchio’s persistent attempts planted tremendous power in that child. If I hadn’t killed your mother, such a change wouldn’t have occurred.”

Once, twice, three times… as the regression repeated over a hundred times, the child in the womb was blessed with a special ability granted by God.

That was hope itself. Even if great darkness descended upon the world, the possibility of defeating demons had emerged.

“Thank you. Thanks to that, I can kill your followers even more enjoyably.”

“Yes. Work hard at it. I too will do my best to kill your younger sibling.”

Razas smiled crookedly and snapped the Elder’s neck to an abnormal angle with a crack.

When the skin he was wearing died, Razas also disappeared.

Edith looked down at the dead Elder before leaving the interrogation room.

‘What exquisite timing.’

A letter had come from Emilia telling her to bring Lilliana directly.

Since it was a dangerous time, she couldn’t let the children return to the Imperial Palace with just the two of them.

Emilia’s summons felt like fate beckoning to her, so Edith suppressed the chills that washed over her.

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