“I’m blonde again this time.”

It’s already the third possession. Third time being blonde.

At this point, I have no choice but to doubt the taste of the god Pebula I serve.

The third body I recognized as soon as I opened my eyes followed with detailed personal information of Shiora is as follows.

[Shiora Velvet. 20 years old.

Parents died in a fire.

Currently entrusted with Count Bonetti.

The remaining property is 0.

To be kicked out in 3 days ]

It is clear that the situation is worse than the previous two possessions

~*~

A book was handed down one day to her – the priest, saint, pope – only follower left of the ancient god Pebula.

In the book called , there was written a story that this world would soon be destroyed by the villain ‘Cruello White Desert’.

“O ancient god Pebula, please perform a miracle.”

As soon as she finished reading the book, Pebula gave a revelation to ‘educate the villain!’

She immediately became the villain’s childhood fiancée.

First attempt. Rehabilitation failed because she ate poison instead of the villain and died.

2nd attempt. Possessing the body of a villain’s maid, but failing again.

Finally, a 3rd attempt.

She woke up to the body of Shiora, who had no contact with the villain, and try to make a relationship with the villain.

But there was only one year left until Cruello destroyed the world…

Above all, after two failures, the gentle kid has already grown into a vicious villain!

Like Cinderella going home at 12 o’clock, Shiora wanted to save Cruello and free herself from her duty.

Will she be able to fulfill her role and become independent from fate?

I lifted my eyelids.

An unfamiliar ceiling came into view.

Where is this place? Who am I?

I raised my hand, wondering if it could be.

The calluses were nowhere to be found, and the hands with only skin on the bones were seen.

My voice is also unfamiliar.

It was aesthetic, but that didn’t make me feel better.

I bowed my head in agony.

Then, my disheveled hair flowed down to block my view.

I grabbed a handful and smiled in vain.

“Blonde hair again this time.”

It was kind of funny.

Oh, my. This is not the time.

I looked around with my head up.

The bedroom is spacious, but there were only a few pieces of furniture.

A clean space in a good way and an empty space in a bad way.

There aren’t many places to search.

I jumped up, pulled my canopy back, and got out of bed.

I opened all the drawers, removed the sofa’s cushion, lifted the carpet, and tilted the curtain.

I also looked under the bed, the most secret space in the bedroom.

It’s clean. Without dust.

“It should be mandatory to write a diary by law.”

How can someone not write in a diary?

When I swept my hair back in disappointment, my hair tangled around my fingers like a trap.

Perhaps it was an ominous sign, followed by a knock.

“I’m coming in, Miss Shiora.”

“Hold on!”

I rushed in front of the mirror.

I checked the shape reflected in the mirror.

“It’s okay.”

It wasn’t just my voice that was good.

My hair was thin, but it’s as pretty as the sunlight…

“Miss Shiora?”

Pulling myself together at the sound of urging, I summarized the information reflected in the mirror.

Blond eyes, a beautiful woman, skinny, and a bad complexion.

Even when I smile or frown, my facial muscles do not move well.

And one personality.

“Come on in.”

A girl in her late teens came in.

Short red hair with freckles. Looking at her outfit, she was a maid.

I greeted her with a blank face.

“What’s going on?”

The maid was not very curious about my words and actions if she misunderstood.

She just brought washing water and helped with washing my face.

If I have questions that I can ask without being suspicious, what could it be?

“What was your name?”

“It’s Betty, Miss Shiora.”

I see.

The conversation was cut off as it was.

I wish she was a talkative friend, but I was the only one who was anxious and wiggled my fingertips.

Meanwhile, Betty started brushing my hair.

If I leave without any information at this rate, I’ll be the one in trouble.

Let’s ask.

“My mother…”

I threw a bait.

It was catched right away.

“You were placed near the annex. That’s what happened to your place.”

“Oh.”

The parents of “Shiora” seem to have died recently.

“It’s hard, right? I can relate a little bit because I lost my father when I was young.”

“…”

“But I’m glad you got better. You didn’t even talk at all and stayed in the bedroom, so I was very worried.”

No wonder that after saying a few words, my throat felt hoarse.

Naturally, Betty continued the conversation as she thought about what to say if I wanted to ask another question.

“It’s a pity that tomorrow will be the last.”

“What…?”

“You will do well outside.”

“Huh?”

“Okay, that’s it. You’re beautiful, my lady.”

Betty, who brushed my hair, smiled softly.

She was smiling, but her expression seemed to pity the person in front of her instead.

Her face overlapped with the words I had heard a moment ago, and an ominous surge rose sharply.

What do you mean, outside?

“Then I will go out. It’s almost meal time.”

“Wait!”

I grabbed Betty’s skirt in an instance.

If you’re blunt, I’ll change that.

Now is not the time to just adjust to the personality of this body of the previous owner.

Within 30 minutes of waking up in my new body, my intuition was dyed bright red.

Crisis!

And my senses are pretty good.

Therefore…

“Miss?”

“Help, I can’t remember anything!”

I’ve chosen that option.

Memory loss is not a good card to use.

If I am sick, and a child of a family, I have to waste months meeting all kinds of doctors.

What if I am now a child that doesn’t exist in the house? I’ll probably be treated as a crazy person and be prepared to be kicked out.

For reference, both are experiences.

Surprisingly, I got a good result this time.

“Oh my gosh! I knew you were a little different today.”

Betty was willing to cooperate with me, stomping her feet.

She also respected the opinion that the original Shiora didn’t want to talk to others.

I wrote down the results in my notebook.

「Name: Shiora Velvet. 20 years old. Adopted child.

Parents died in a fire.

The culprit is the owner of the mansion.」

The supposed mansion owner was slaving off without getting paid by the current evil mansion owner.

It was a case of revenge.

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At that time, Shiora would have died too.

Or else I wouldn’t have come into this body.

It was worth saying, but the problem is…

「Remaining property: 0」

The legacy that Shiora will receive has also burned down neatly.

When she was in a situation to sit on the street after a funeral, her uncle reached out his hand.

Her uncle had a bad relationship with her parents, but he recovered the bodies and held a funeral because she had no other relatives.

That’s already two weeks ago.

Here’s the question!

So what will happen to me?

「I’m going to be kicked out in three days.」

“Is it real?”

I fell flat on the bed mat.

Somehow, the bedroom was empty considering it was spacious, so I didn’t know it was a guest bedroom.

It was natural that the original Shiora didn’t have a diary.

I laughed my head off.

“What should I do?”

I’ve done this three times, but it’s the first time I’m going to be kicked out without a place to live.

It was so incomprehensible that I held Betty and asked her.

“Betty, who am I engaged to?”

“As far as I know, you are not engaged.”

Betty was puzzled by the strange question, but I found this situation even more bizarre.

Then what? Why did I wake up from this body?

There is no context!

I hit the pillow in anger.

“Who sent me here?”

I can go back in time and specify it exactly.

A few years ago.

A book fell down where I lived.

Brown leather tailor decorated with golden patterns.

On the outside, the new word 〈Fate〉 was written.

“It was the wedding day of Minuet Bonetti.”

The first sentence that comes to mind vividly was like that.

The book was conducted from the perspective of a character named Minuet, and the content was simple.

Minute’s husband destroyed the world!

Honestly, it wasn’t fun.

It was completely readable because the route that came in was amazing, but to give a star rating, I would only give a one. The problem was that it wasn’t a boring book, it was when I flipped to the last page.

「This is actually happening in the outside world.」

「Please make a miracle, Pebula.」

「Have compassion on the arrogant humanity who has forgotten you and save them.」

「Please don’t abandon humanity.」

The letters written in blood welcomed me.

I hardened as it was and belatedly realized that this book was a sacrifice to the God, Pebula.

As soon as I noticed it, an obligation was imposed on me.

Because I was the only believer left in the temple.

As for how it could be, it was possible because Pebula was an old god who had been forgotten by the people.

Priests, paladins, popes, saints.

All the positions were mine, and I was able to unfold my various abilities as much as I did, but I couldn’t leave the temple.

If even the one and only believer disappears, the god will perish.

I know that better than anyone, but why did Pebula tell me this?

To show me that?

As soon as I felt my doubts, it became clear.

Golden light poured into my vision, and the moment I opened my eyes again, I was in the body of a little kid.

“Hey, what’s with the eye level? Why are my hands so small? Pebula?”

“What are you doing standing blankly, Amy? The young master must be waiting for you, so hurry-”

“…Who are you?”

At that time, I became Amy Royalsand, the childhood fiancée of the villain who would destroy the world.

My god put me in someone else’s body without asking my opinion.

There’s nothing good about it, just the penalty and sticking around!

I can’t go against God anyway, so I tried to fix the villain.

But I failed.

Then I became the villain’s maid, and I failed again.

The third time, I opened my eyes to this body, who has nothing to do with the villain.

“It’s this body that will soon have to be sold on the street.”

Heh, does it make sense?

It was so absurd that I laughed.

But I have to make money.

Since I used to be an experienced maid, I am confident that I will do better than anyone else.

The problem is how to become a maid and make contact with the villain?

And to not die again while working?

“Yes, there is a place for money!”

I lifted my head and frantically waved the bell next to the bed.

“I’m going out for a while.”

***

After pretending to be pitiful, I barely managed to borrow a carriage and rode out.

My destination was Coltish Bank on the outskirts of the capital.

The bank, which keeps all customer identities a secret, has surprisingly been around for over a thousand years.

It is said that it was built to covertly support private activities that were forbidden in the country.

That’s why all of the Pebula Church’s assets are in this bank!

I proudly said the name of the account, and the staff answered.

“There are no accounts opened under that name.”

I don’t have an account…?

“There is not?”

“Yes, even if there was, there would be no way it would remain.”

“Why?”

“As you said, it’s been more than hundreds of years since the account was used. It’s because there was no one who took care of it.”

“It was never there, right?”

“…Customer. I’m sorry, but please find out exactly and come back later.”

The staff kicked me out with a face that I had bad luck.

“Uh-huh,” I said and got kicked out.

Even if I want to make a mess, I can’t do that because I don’t know anything.

I sat down in the carriage and muttered blankly.

“My money…”

I don’t even have a fairy tale?

Obviously, the Coltish Bank was the property of the Church.

Even if I didn’t, the amount of money I had was big enough to buy some castles at the time.

Just in case something went wrong, I memorized the account and password until my tongue was worn out.

So that one day, after I have endured entering someone else’s body, I can enjoy the game of rich people, but now I can’t?

“My money!”

My seniors deceived me!

I fell on my knees and cried.

Even the vibration of the rattling carriage was upsetting.

Go to hell.

No, they’re already dead, so they’re already there.

***

As I went up to the empty bedroom, my mind was empty.

The remaining time is 3 days, no, I wasted a day because I went to the bank, so now there are only 2 days.

“Let’s ask the maid to write a letter of recommendation.”

I’m told that my adoptive parents and the Count had a bad relationship.

The villain’s mansion flickered in front of me.

“If I were a Count, would I have that much power?”

Come to think of it, I still don’t know which family this house belongs to.

Betty also called him ‘the Count’, so I didn’t know.

Still, considering the size of the house, it must have been a fairly prestigious family.

Before begging for a letter of recommendation, I should ask what the people of this house like.

I was about to ring the bell, but I just headed for the door.

Whoever comes into the bedroom is going to be a random person anyway, and I can’t keep ringing it until Betty comes.

I have to go find Betty myself to check the atmosphere in the mansion.

The moment I opened the door with such a calculation.

“Woah.”

My eyes met a silver-haired young man.

He was tall and had a refreshing atmosphere, and his eyes were sharp.

“Hey.”

His voice was clear.

I hesitated to answer involuntarily.

Should I be respectful or should I be humbled?

The probability is 50%.

“Yes?”

“My father wants you to come down to eat together one last time.”

“Oh, I thought there were still two or three days left?”

“He’s busy, so today was the only day he didn’t have anything else going on.”

Phew, I thought I was going to be kicked out tomorrow.

I don’t think Betty gave the wrong date.

I calmed my startled heart and followed him.

I was hungry.

Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten even a single meal since becoming Shiora.

I arrived at the dining room, thinking about the food that might be on the table.

“Sit down.”

I was struck by the cool air.

Are you sure you invited me to dinner?

The Count’s family didn’t even look at me.

No, not only that, they didn’t seem to be interested.

To be honest, I was not interested in the people in front of me unless they would give me a letter of recommendation, so I just ate.

I could afford to look around only after I was somewhat full.

Three members, four including me.

A brother and sister with a slightly older man.

Maybe the older man is the count.

A while ago, the girl looked exactly like the boy who came to pick me up.

The family’s appearance was outstanding.

Other than that, what’s unique is…

‘What is this?’

A strange feeling was felt from all of them.

Is this a spirit that I’ve only seen on records?

“I can’t postpone my decision now.”

The count opened his mouth heavily.

I couldn’t tell exactly because my eyes were on the table.

Are you talking to me? You’re not telling me to leave as soon as it hits midnight, right?

“Minuet.”

He wasn’t.

But in a different sense, I was surprised and dropped the fork.

Thanks to me, the count paused for a moment.

“As you know, I have no choice but to accept this marriage.”

This time, the spoon rattled.

The count was annoyed as I made a noise twice in a row, but he continued.

“Marry the Duke of White Desert.”

Crash.

The wine glass broke, but it was not my fault this time.

The count stared at me and hurriedly looked away at the culprit.

The young man standing at the end of his gaze was the one who came to pick me up.

“No way!”

“What are you doing, Gabot?”

Thank you for introducing your son. I was able to confirm with the names now.

The silver-haired girl is Minuet, and her brother is Gabot.

And a marriage to the Duke of White Desert.

Let’s recall the first verse of 〈Fate〉.

「It was Minuet Bonetti’s wedding day.」

By the way, the villain’s family that was not mentioned was the ‘Duke of White Desert’.

Yes.

I was at the main character’s mansion now.

For some reason, there was no point of contact, it just changed the perspective from the villain to the main character.

I’m sorry for the doubt, Pebula.

The family quarrel continued while I was organizing my thoughts.

“You can’t do that! You don’t even know what the duke is like!”

“No, I can’t refuse! You know what kind of retaliation will come!”

“If you agree, will anything change?”

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“At least it won’t explode to the point where Bonetti collapses, so this marriage talk was actively pushed by the elders there.”

“It’s better to collapse than to offer the whole Bonetti.”

“How dare you!”

“You said that you were living proudly! At the very least, you shouldn’t have been caught with any weaknesses! Why should Bonetti become a duke’s toy because of father’s corruption!”

“Stop being noisy, Gabot.”

“Are you going to shut up now? Minuet! It’s not anyone else, it’s your marriage, not the Count’s marriage!”

“Then is there any other solution? Is there someone else?”

“Minuet!”

Let’s summarize that loud mess.

It is said that the Duke of White Desert has flirted with Minuet and asked for marriage, and if she refuses, she will be punished.

Due to the atmosphere, I didn’t think I could see anything good.

It is noisy as if they forgot that a third person was present.

I raised my hand in a flash, and their eyes gathered at once.

“I have a good idea.”

Their faces were distorted.

I quickly brought up the subject before they shut my mouth.

“What if I get married instead?”

The solution to this problem. I’ll give it to you!

But the Count did not immediately recognize the value of my opinion.

“You need to distinguish between your place and ours.”

“Well, I didn’t overhear since I was invited to a meal, so I can join, right?”

“It’s just morality… Fine, don’t try and get caught up in the marriage conversation.”

“Then you can adopt me.”

“What?”

“Uncle, no, father!”

Anyway, shouldn’t it be enough if my last name is ‘Bonetti’?

I jumped up from my seat and walked to the chair.

Then I knelt down and cried bitterly.

“I’ve always wanted you as my father!”

***

The count did not readily say yes.

But he said he would think about it, so isn’t that better than nothing?

What bothered me was the countess who was not in the mansion.

She was not feeling well, and it was said that she’s recuperating at the estate, but she’s hardly ever mentioned in 〈Fate〉, so I don’t know who she is.

Shall I go down to the countess, heal her, and lure her?

While rolling around in bed and making the next plan, Minuet came into the bedroom.

I got out of bed slowly and faced her.

“What are you up to?”

A cold, cool voice spoke to me.

I glanced at the person standing in front of me.

Silver hair pouring like a waterfall with delicate and mysterious features.

I’ve seen a lot of villains, but it’s my first time seeing the main character.

It was amazing and I felt a sense of reality.

But now wasn’t the time to think about it.

“Minuet.”

I can call her that.

She then spoke again.

“Let’s hear why you’re suddenly doing this after being stuck in this bedroom all the time.”

“Simple. You don’t want to get married and I have nowhere to go.”

“So, you want to go to hell?”

You’re exaggerating.

Hell is where my senior believers are staying, and the Duke of White Desert is nothing compared to them.

But I couldn’t say that, so I put the right words on my tongue.

“No matter where I go, a noble without money or ointment, won’t it be heaven?”

“Compared to White Desert, it’s probably like that.”

“Well then-“

“You’re bothering me.”

Minuet suddenly cut me off.

I blinked at the contextless words.

“It has been like that since the funeral. You didn’t talk, you didn’t have any expressions, and I thought you were some kind of doll.”

“Hmm.”

“So I put a person on you.”

“…Who is it?”

“Betty, of course. You lost your memory?”

Oh my god, I’ve already been stabbed in the back.

I confessed everything because of her innocent face.

This is how people are.

“You went to Coltish Bank during the day. Oh, relax. I couldn’t hear what you said inside because of security.”

The following words were not surprising.

“I did a background check on you, but nothing came out.”

“Oh my.”

“I’ll ask you again. What are you hoping for, Shiora?

What do I want?

There is no end to the answer, but the essence is simple.

“World peace?”

“Ha.”

“I don’t think about twisted things, they’re the way they are. I don’t remember and I went to the bank just in case, but I didn’t have money.”

I took a step forward and invaded Minuet’s space.

Then I touched her shoulder and whispered.

“You need me for this.”

You can’t say no.

Even if she pretended, she didn’t seem to be happy with the marriage.

Even in 〈Fate〉, I thought that about Minuet.

So, is it not good for each other if I replace the main character as an observer?

I then smiled.

“Is it wrong?”

“…That’s right, you’re helpful.”

Minuet clapped my hand a little nervously.

However, her eyes softened a bit.

She handed me an envelope.

I opened it without delay and checked the contents.

“Puppet show tickets?”

“The Duke, who has a very noble taste, told me that if I would agree to the marriage talk, to go to the place.”

“Aha.”

Alright, the opportunity has arisen.

Minuet passed her ticket and immediately turned around and walked away.

I stared at her back for a moment, then returned to my bedroom.

* * *

The theater was dark.

It was a space that was not just large or small, and only half of the space was filled with people.

I could see quite a few people covering their faces with masks, and I was also one of them.

It’s a shame that aristocrats enjoy the hobbies of commoners, which was why people wore masks.

I was deep in thought, buried in the backrest.

The topic was, of course, the person I was supposed to meet today.

The villain who will destroy the world.

Because of that, I went through three bodies.

10 ~12 years old, Amy.

15 ~ 17 years old, Rain.

And now, 20 year old Shiora.

Coincidentally, it is quite regular. What are the initials A, B, and C?

(tl/n: well the names are supposed to have initials\, A\, B\, C\, but I guess the translated names don’t *wheeze*. So to keep the story moving (and with a little research)\, her names will be as follows: Amy\, Biga\, Ciola from now on.)

There is one more thing in common.

‘I had blonde hair all these times.’

I fiddled with my hair.

At this point, I doubt the god’s taste.

Anyways.

[The performance will begin soon. Please take a seat.]

What I felt throughout the body is that the child grows up quickly.

While spending time together, the change felt slow, but when I died and moved on to the next body, there was a change as steep as the time gap.

The villain I met during Amy was innocent.

The villain I met during Biga was out of order.

Then what about him meeting me as Ciora?

I’m not really looking forward to it, but it’s a matter to judge after the meeting.

I thought about it this much. Why isn’t he coming yet?

“If you sent an invitation, shouldn’t you come in advance?”

“I’m here.”

Suddenly, I heard a voice.

It didn’t come from the stage.

The seat next to me was empty a while ago.

I turned my head to the side.

“I’m appreciating Miss Bonetti’s face because she’s changed.”

A dim shape is buried in the dark.

The tall man had his legs elegantly crossed and his hands crossed on them.

The silver mask that covered half of his face has only an eye hole.

The eyes seen through the gap bent in a familiar shape.

“Hi, fake Bonetti. So, you’re here to meet me, right?”

He didn’t even show his face and the space was dark.

I could not see anything.

But I overlapped several images on top of it.

His late, mid, and early teens.

A vision of a young man with cloudy sky blue hair going against time.

“Who are you?”

The voice of a young child ringed in my ears.

My breath almost stopped and the illusion disappeared.

Then what was revealed was a growing physique, deeper eyes, and a voice that had changed.

I exclaimed his name like a groan.

“…Cruello.”

Cruello White Desert.

He was the villain I saw again after years.

“It’s my first time meeting you, but I can’t believe you called my name.”

“Oh, well, I’m sorry. I’ve heard so many names.”

An excuse flowed out of my mouth by itself. Then I thought about it.

I feel like the story that had been organized in my head has been turned upside down.

What should I talk about first?

Cruello pointed to the stage with the tip of his chin.

“Don’t you like the puppet show? You’re not even looking at it.”

When he said that, I looked at the stage reflexively.

Dolls with strings hanging on each joint move around.

The curtains were quite deep down, so the person controlling the dolls could not be seen.

The dolls are singing something… It doesn’t come into my ears.

Because… I’m very nervous right now.

Why? I didn’t come here without knowing who I would meet, but I felt strange.

Will it be like this if I meet a person who shook the war zone again?

Cruello stared at me like that.

“It’s a huge surprise that people change at the proposal.”

“Well, I understand that you’re disappointed.”

“It can’t be disappointing. I’m fine. I’m good with blondes.”

I felt guilty for no reason.

“If you don’t want to watch the play, just tell me. You have something to say, right?”

“Here?”

“If you speak quietly, no one will know.”

It was bold to negotiate in the theater to decide whether to change the marriage partner or not.

But as he said, it was true. No one was looking this way.

Although I spoke quietly, someone would have heard it somehow due to the nature of the place.

I held my breath for a moment and focused on my senses, and suddenly saw Cruello’s outerwear.

There was a brooch.

“Magic?”

“…That’s right. It’s to keep the sound from leaking out.”

That’s right.

The small sense made me feel at ease.

I was able to organize the story that I had prepared again.

“Your Highness, what do you think of family?”

It was hard to say ‘your highness’.

Cruello, who succeeded to the new title he didn’t see, was at fault.

“I think it connects to the heart.”

“Get to the conclusion.”

“I want to be engaged to your highness instead of Minuet.”

Cruello squinted and looked at me.

Ah.

“I’m late to introduce my name.”

“Ciora Velvet.”

“Right. My age is…”

“Twenty.”

“And my parents…”

“The Count’s younger brother and his wife.”

“Yes. My surname is not ‘Bonetti’, but if Your Highness consents—.”

“They would adopt you.”

“Wow, you know everything!”

As expected, you’ve already completed my background investigation like a fox.

It was comfortable because there was no need to add additional explanations.

I wrinkled my nose and smiled.

“It doesn’t have to be Minuet, right?”

“Well, I don’t know.”

I know.

Since I remember everything Minuet did in 〈Fate〉, I can do twice that.

Cruello’s eyes tilted.

“If you marry me, Bonetti will give you something.”

“What?”

“Money? Power? Oh, because it’s Bonetti, did you want to bring a spirit?”

“He said he’d give you everything.”

It was a flurry of conversion, and he didn’t even blink.

No, he even pretended not to hear it.

“Whatever it is, it deserves to be a deal, so I would have accepted it.”

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“I’m not saying I don’t like the lady. But there’s a condition.”

“What is it?”

“I can’t say it now.”

Am I being teased?

“If you want to listen, it doesn’t matter if the opponent changes.”

“I don’t know what the conditions are.”

“It’s a verbal contract anyways. What do you think?”

If he doesn’t like it, he’ll break it.

It’s not wrong. I’m in a situation where I’m being trapped.

I nodded coolly.

Cruello laughed.

“Good, darling.”

What’s wrong with the name?

“It’s a bit disappointing. There was something I wanted to show the Count.”

“What is it?”

“Performance.”

Cruello pointed back to the stage and leaned to get closer.

The light shining like jewels in the sunlight is now dark as if blood is lumped together.

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Maybe the color of his eyes has gotten darker as he grew up.

“Darling, which doll do you like the most?”

I pointed to any doll on the stage.

The prettiest doll with black hair hanging down.

Cruello didn’t even pretend to see it.

Instead, he pointed somewhere with his neat fingers.

“But I like that doll.”

Brown hair was seen at the end of his index finger.

The figure wore a mask and a black coat.

He held a large bag in one hand.

Except, it was a human being.

I was confused and Creuello whispered.

“He’s Count Bonetti’s servant.”

“What?”

“I think they’re here to do a secret trade today. They brought in a pretty good product.”

Phew. Fortunately, the theme was not romance.

A movement occurred at the tip of Cruello’s index finger as I was relieved.

Count Bonetti’s subordinate crept his hand.

Fixing his gaze on the stage, he secretly turned the bag over to the person next to him.

The person sitting there pretended to be nodding and received the goods.

It was such a secret movement that no one around noticed.

“It is an item that is prohibited from being brought in twice by the Imperial Family and the Temple.”

“…”

“It’s a higher-quality energy source than the magic crystal, and it’s very attractive for illegal purposes.”

He continued, syllable by syllable.

In a very snake-like voice.

“It’s not likely that a high-ranking noble, like a count, would have a goal, but it would be quite troublesome if he were caught, so why did he do that?”

“What are you saying now?”

“And what should we do? Darling?”

Cruello slowly felt the ends of my hair.

His voice subsides as if immersed in darkness.

“Is it better to accuse your father of infidelity? Or do you want me to close my eyes?”

I frowned and hit his hand.

“He’s not my father yet, he’s just a man right now.”

“I know it too. It was a waste of the lines I had prepared, so I just recited it.”

“Did you mean to tell Minuet?”

“Of course, it’s fun.”

Did you mean to accuse her father of corruption when she came to agree to the marriage talk?

It’s a bad taste that will never happen again.

I narrowed my eyes and looked at Cruello, and he shrugged.

“I guess I’m the only one having fun. Then the boring part comes.”

“What else are you going to do?”

“Please have a good time.”

As soon as the words were spoken, Cruello stood up.

Then he took off his mask and threw it away.

A beautiful face outline was revealed in the darkness, and my mouth dropped.

Some people looked up at the sudden rise of a person.

Cruello cried out in a loud voice without stopping.

“Someone over there.”

He quickly captured the attention of everyone in the theater.

I was embarrassed, but Cruello was brazen.

His eyes tenaciously followed ‘Count Bonetti’s men’.

“Aren’t you Viscount Genium?!”

…Pebula.