I Put all my Stats into Charm - Chapter 12

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I Put All My Stats Into Charm Episode 012

Isolation Room of the Imperial Court of Justice.

This was a place where nobles who committed crimes were confined.

Unlike ordinary prisons, there were no bars, and at first glance it looked like a quiet reception room.

On the red sofa in the middle of the isolation room sat Vivian with perfect posture.

Her composed appearance proved that she was undoubtedly a noble young lady.

Across from Vivian sat Count Angus in neat attire.

He opened his mouth with a worried expression.

“Vivian, tell me honestly, will you?”

“….”

When Vivian remained silent with her lips pressed tightly together, the Count tried to persuade her.

“You must confess with your own mouth to avoid the maximum sentence. At this rate, the trial will become unfavorable and it won’t be good for the family’s reputation either. Please open your mouth, my dear.”

“…I can’t say it.”

“Vivian, I need to know what happened so I can help you.”

Despite the Count’s pleading, Vivian kept her lips sealed and lowered her head.

Just then, the isolation room door opened and a guard entered.

“Visiting time is over.”

The Count stood up and tried to persuade the guard.

“Please let me spend just a little more time with my daughter. There isn’t enough time.”

“If you don’t leave immediately, I will carry out my duties according to Imperial law.”

The reluctant Count left the isolation room. Even after being left alone, Vivian just sat there like a wooden statue.

When evening had fallen, Vivian raised her head at the sound of footsteps.

“Gasp…!”

A stranger wearing a deeply pulled hood stood before her.

Vivian’s face turned not just pale but blue. Her body began to tremble like an aspen leaf.

“I, I didn’t say any, anything….”

Vivian’s teeth chattered together. Tears instantly welled up as she fell to her knees on the floor.

“Pl, pl, please spare me…!”

Tears like chicken droppings fell drop by drop to the floor.

The stranger reached out toward Vivian. Then recited in a low voice.

“Ave silentium eternum. Claudatur vox, obvolvatur anima.”

“N, no…!”

Vivian tried to say something, but only suppressed groans came out as if blocked by something. It was as if an invisible force was choking her throat.

“Cough…!”

She spat up bright red blood and collapsed onto the marble floor. Vivian, who had been trembling convulsively, soon showed no movement at all.

Only perfect silence announced her death.

Like a dog that was chasing chickens now staring at the roof. I blankly watched Jerome’s retreating figure.

What?

Why isn’t the skill working?

What’s the reason Jerome is suddenly putting up walls?

I’d never had a skill blocked while playing before.

“No way…!”

I immediately took out a mirror.

Through the mirror, I saw a face with pale skin and dark circles under the eyes. It wasn’t an appearance that would inspire any favorable feelings.

Did he lose interest after seeing my face?

Did the sympathy-inducing strategy backfire?

But Jerome is a male protagonist candidate. His character can’t be so shallow that he’d abandon the female protagonist just because she looks ugly for a moment.

I took deep breaths as calmly as possible and opened the system window.

When I examined the system window, I saw newly added content.

[Skill activation failed.]

[To activate the skill, special conditions must be met.]

Special condition achievement?

What’s that? How do I achieve it?

Wasn’t it enough to just get rid of Vivian?

I thought I only had a few days left before going home. The system’s whims of throwing ash on cooked rice made the path ahead seem hopeless.

I should have known. Things seemed to be going too smoothly.

A game that boasted extreme difficulty wouldn’t become easy just because one villainess was eliminated.

As I was blankly staring at the spot where Jerome had left, Rowell suddenly poked his head out.

“Where did Duke Winston go?”

“Eek!”

What kind of elf appears without any presence like this?

I patted my startled chest and answered.

“He said he had urgent business and left.”

“Already? What a shame, I didn’t even get to greet him.”

Rowell smiled brightly.

For someone who was supposedly disappointed, he had quite a cheerful expression.

What’s this, did something good happen?

Maybe my personality is twisted. I’m depressed to death from the failed conquest. Seeing someone else so excited made me feel annoyed.

Then, Rowell continued with the most refreshing smile I’d ever seen from him.

“I have something to tell you, Lady. His Highness the Crown Prince has issued an order to dispatch an investigation team to determine the cause of the increased monsters.”

Ah, is it already that time?

Around this time, the Imperial Palace dispatched the Imperial Knights to investigate the increased monsters. Rowell, being an Imperial Mage, was no exception.

“Lady, you’re also scheduled to join this expedition, so though it’s sudden, you’ll need to pack.”

“When do we depart?”

“Tomorrow at dawn. Will you help me pack?”

I nodded and followed Rowell to pack. Even while gathering magic-related books and tools, Rowell hummed a tune.

Is going on a dispatch that enjoyable?

When I played the game, Rowell showed annoyance about having to go on dispatch when he had so much research to do.

So it’s not because of the dispatch that he’s excited. What’s making him so happy?

Just as I was having these doubts, a servant approached and handed over a letter.

“Lord Cyprian, this is urgent news.”

Rowell hummed as he received the letter.

However, as he read through the letter’s contents, Rowell’s humming stopped.

Taking his eyes off the letter, he spoke with a darkened expression.

“It says Vivian Angus has died.”

“What?”

Who died?

I was dumbfounded by the unexpected news.

“They investigated the isolation room, but no traces of murder were found. She took her own life.”

“My goodness….”

I gaped at the sudden news.

I had hoped Vivian would be punished, but I hadn’t wished for her death.

She took her own life.

Did she choose death rather than lose her honor?

In movies and novels, nobles who valued honor often preserved it by taking their own lives.

But if she had been a noble who valued honor, she wouldn’t have used black magic in the first place.

There were some suspicious aspects, and the fact that someone had died left me feeling uneasy.

But Vivian is just a character in a game. There’s no need to feel sympathy for a fictional person.

I have my own problems to worry about.

Right now, I needed to focus all my attention on breaking through the game’s ending.

The mounted Imperial Knights, supply wagons, and carriages crossed through the dense forest.

The knights’ silver armor glinted in the sunlight, and the rays filtering through the leaves cast net-like shadows on the ground.

I sat in the carriage with Rowell as we traveled.

In this utterly peaceful situation, my mind was busy making plans for what lay ahead.

[To activate the skill, you must achieve special conditions.]

What could the special conditions be?

It’s like some kind of mission…

No, honestly, shouldn’t they tell me what the conditions are?

How am I supposed to achieve them if they just tell me to do it out of nowhere?

I have no idea what’s blocking Jerome’s favorability. Should I just go all out and target another character?

I looked at Rowell sitting across from me. He was reading, turning the pages of a magic book with his delicate hands.

…Let me hold back. No matter how desperate I am, I’m not that kind of person.

As I shook my head, a name came to mind.

Theodor Blair.

Theodor with his striking red hair was a cheerful and pleasant man.

But the ending where he was burned alive at the stake was shocking. It was just an illustration, but if I had seen an actual person burning, I might have been traumatized.

The very idea of targeting a holy knight who forbade romance was absurd from the start.

I thought of another target character.

Imperial Knight Hakin.

Dark brown hair and healthy sun-kissed skin. Even his slyly upturned eyes. He was personally the most my type.

Hakin wasn’t originally part of the Imperial Knights. Around the middle of the game, Rowell brought him to the Mage Tower, and he moved like a wild animal, excelling at any physical task.

The Imperial Knight Commander, who had been watching Hakin’s abilities closely, scouted him and he became an Imperial Knight.

Except for the part where he kills innocent people due to his pathological jealousy, he was my ideal type and a romantic who only looked at his lover.

But he appears too late in the story, and I didn’t have the confidence to reform a murderer.

Finally, Crown Prince Carlton.

He was annoying due to his arrogant personality, but they say a face can justify anything. When you looked at Carlton’s handsome face, even his insufferable behavior became understandable.

Among the three, Carlton had the lowest danger level.

But could I uncover the political forces that poisoned Carlton? What if I got poisoned too?

Better the devil you know.

Jerome really is the only option.

Just as I was thinking I should try targeting Jerome as far as I could, the carriage stopped.

One of the knights approached and knocked on the carriage window.

“Lord Cyprian, I think you need to come out for a moment.”

Rowell stuck his head out the window. He frowned slightly at the sunlight streaming in through the window.

“What’s the matter?”

“We’ve discovered traces of a monster.”

“A monster?”

At the mention of a monster, Rowell got out of the carriage.

Following Rowell outside, I saw the Desolate Forest.

Trees were either uprooted or fallen, broken in half. The sunken ground bore sharp claw marks, and dark red blood was scattered everywhere.

Wild animals were frozen like stones in various places, looking as if they had been terrified.

Rowell’s expression became serious. As he muttered low and chanted an incantation, the surrounding knights began to take battle positions.

Then, Rowell pulled my arm toward him.

“Don’t leave my side this time.”

As soon as those words ended.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The ground shook slightly. The small vibrations began to grow larger, and a monster about 3 meters tall revealed itself through the bushes.

“Kerrrrrrrrk.”

The monster’s head and legs were shaped like a chicken, its body like a snake, and its wings like a dragon.

The intimidating presence of its massive size felt crushing.

I never thought I’d actually see this thing.

It was a basilisk that I had only seen in game illustrations.

‘And it was my stepping stone to love.’

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