The Lady Only Deals With the Real Ones - Chapter 193

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“I won’t hurt you. Really. So let’s have a conversation, okay?”

Eivor seemed to interpret my silence as room for consideration and coaxed me gently.

Just from his tone, he sounded quite friendly. As someone said, he seemed to have good social skills.

If not for his emotionlessly smooth green eyes like glass marbles, and the fact that he was smiling cheerfully while having Tesagh tied up.

I answered cleanly.

“No.”

“Why?”

“I have a policy of only conversing with humans.”

Eivor laughed as if troubled.

“So I’m not human? Hmm… Is stealing a few times such a wrong that I don’t deserve to be treated as human? Are you that lacking in tolerance?”

There were so many things I wanted to refute.

Was selectively stealing divine-grade relics something that could be downgraded to just “stealing a few times”? Did he have no awareness of what he had done?

And yet he was pinning the blame on me for lacking tolerance?

My blood pressure was rising, but I focused on observing him without reacting.

Perhaps understanding my gaze as room for consideration again, Eivor tilted his head.

“Ah, is it because my ‘collaborators’ were found as corpses?”

Hold back.

Giving him my information wouldn’t be wise.

I should listen and observe when this madman babbles on his own. An opportunity to counterattack will surely come.

“But they were strangers anyway. People I would never have known in my lifetime, people who had nothing to do with me. Why are you making such a fuss over a few such people dying?”

However, I absolutely could not just let this statement pass.

Perhaps noticing that my eyes had changed, Eivor smiled brightly.

“Besides, all those people were bad people.”

“Are you done talking?”

“Ah, you answered. But you’ll understand when you hear it. That butler had a good reputation, right? But did you know he was actually a vicious domestic abuser?”

Snap.

A steaming cup appeared in Eivor’s hand as he snapped his fingers.

“He continuously abused his wife and children. What do you think was the reason the butler had a good reputation? It was because he was good at complying with his superiors’ words without objection. He took out that stress on his family.”

Several sugar cubes appeared from thin air and fell into the cup.

“But the family didn’t dare report it… I told you, he was good at managing his external reputation. No one would believe that the butler was human scum who beat his family.”

Slurp, Eivor leisurely drank his coffee and tilted his head.

“So I used that. After he died, the family secretly held a party instead of a funeral. Hmm, and that maid?”

His green eyes gleamed over the cup.

“She was from the notorious pickpocket guild. She had no choice but to launder her identity and work as a maid after all the other guild members were arrested. There was someone who died because she stole a wallet containing hospital fees…”

“You’re talking too long. So what’s your point?”

Eivor, whose words were cut off, raised one eyebrow then burst into laughter.

“Just the main point? Ah, right. What I want to say is that everyone has shadows, and…”

Then he stared at me intently.

“I’m not a ‘bad person.'”

“A human who chose to use and then murder criminals among all the ways to prove that? Yeah, right.”

Eivor, who had hesitated, continued speaking.

“They were people who wouldn’t be punished by the ordinary judicial system. Tell me, wouldn’t it be better if such people didn’t exist in this world?”

“I don’t understand why you get to make that judgment, and more importantly, saying they’re people who wouldn’t be punished is somewhat contradictory.”

“Why?”

“Because if Duke here had known about those crimes, he would have somehow thrown them in prison, whether by using his fists or making new laws.”

You can tell just by how persistently he’s chasing you, right?

Pointing toward Tesagh, I leaned forward slightly.

“You were a mage belonging to the Duke’s residence. If you had known such tragic stories, you were in a position to confess them, weren’t you? There are always blind spots in the law. It’s people who fill those blind spots. But you turned your eyes away from the blind spots even knowing about them.”

“…”

“Thinking there might be a use for them.”

The smile disappeared from Eivor’s face, which had been smiling all along.

“It was the same with Duie Delphia. You incited him, using his desire for revenge against his father. A person who might have been able to live his own life now that his father was dead is in prison thanks to you. For trying to kill me.”

“I had no intention of harming you…”

“Do you want to become a god?”

Eivor, who had been trying to persuade me, stopped abruptly.

“A ‘fair’ god, unlike the World Tree that tormented you?”

My question seemed to have properly pierced through Eivor.

His smooth face hardened dryly.

“But that seems a bit difficult. If you were a god who was fair and just to everyone, you would surely be loved by everyone…”

Now I was the one smiling.

“But I don’t think I could ever come to like you.”

You’re disqualified from the start.

I heard from Tesagh. The person who visited Belcato Nursing Home was likely Eivor, not Milton.

No matter how much such an Eivor tried to win me over, I wouldn’t be swayed.

“So instead of thinking about becoming a god, try becoming a proper human first.”

Having added that, I briefly faced Eivor’s ‘real’ face.

Pale skin, a hardened expression, and empty eyes from which no vitality could be glimpsed even beyond the eye sockets.

Having this conversation that wasn’t even a conversation, I think I understood.

Eivor’s real purpose.

‘I gradually provoked Eivor. But this guy didn’t harm me at all.’

Not just me.

It was the same for Tesagh, who was practically taken hostage.

If he wanted to threaten me, breaking my fingers one by one or tormenting Tesagh would have been more effective.

Which means.

‘He really has no intention of harming me. No, he can’t harm me. Whether physically or mentally.’

Because I have holy power?

No. That’s not the only reason.

“Yes. You might be right, Princess. About half of it.”

Quite amusingly, the person in front of me was the first to call me ‘Princess.’

“It was a bit clumsy, but it was a good conversation. Is this called ice breaking? Then now it’s time for serious questions and answers, right?”

This guy has definitely never had a conversation before.

Eivor, who had been drawing out his words, stared at me.

More precisely, at my necklace.

For a moment, the madness he had hidden showed in his empty eyes.

“…Princess. How do you possess the fear of death?”

Yes, this was his real purpose.

Though he called it ‘fear of death’ in a roundabout way, perhaps being conscious of Tesagh, what Eivor really wanted to ask was.

How did you come back to life?

And, what effect does your regression have on me?

…Something like that.

And that means.

“We meet again.”

‘…You regressed too. You too, Eivor.’

I realized it as soon as I heard the greeting.

That strange greeting wasn’t continuing from the pawnshop. It was a greeting continuing from the previous life.

Like the code word ‘found it’ between Tesagh and me, the phrase ‘we meet again’ was both Eivor’s habit and a code that only I could understand.

“I’m curious. Will you answer? Then I might be able to answer too.”

It was half a provocation that Eivor was making toward me.

Your regression is a secret, isn’t it.

If your answer doesn’t satisfy me, I might expose everything to the Duke.

And you’re curious too, aren’t you. About how you came back to life. I might be able to give you that answer.

So, what will you do?

I smiled sweetly at Eivor, who was staring at me without even blinking, as if gauging my reaction.

“You’re right. If I’m curious, I should hear the answer.”

I slowly reached my hand toward my spread skirt.

“This is my answer.”

And as I moved closer toward Tesagh’s direction, I lightning-quick grabbed the sword I had hidden under my skirt.

The sword was aimed at my neck.

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