Chapter 76 – The Hunter (5)
Grace met the gaze of the woman glaring at her.
In terms of her appearance, she was definitely one of the most beautiful people she had ever seen. She had black hair and purple eyes, and was wearing good quality clothes befitting a rich girl.
Oh, this must be Isabella.
The only daughter of Gordon, the owner of a large farm that is practically the center of this town. She is the one and only Geum Ok-yeop and a woman who helps her father carry on her business.
Grace remembered her information she had researched before she arrived in the town.
That was exactly the information Grace sought. She is the landlord of the village, and she is a blessed woman with smart hair and her outstanding looks.
In terms of her future livelihood as a hunter, it was not very important information. Of course, she was well-known in the upkeep of the region and would have been remembered by those seeking success, but Grace was not a person who cared much about her career.
But now, when she meets Isabella for the first time, her thoughts are completely turned upside down.
The moment her purple gaze stayed on him, fine hairs all over her body rose.
The way she looked at herself was perfectly ordinary. Her curiosity about herself, her surprise at the uninvited guest she saw for the first time.
But her intuition was sending strong signals like needles piercing her body.
That’s not all she thinks about herself.
Between the deep purple veils, countless calculations were made and plans were drawn that were not allowed to be looked into.
Grace knew her eyes well.
For the first time, she felt in someone else’s eyes the feeling she had every time she saw golden eyes reflected in a clear mirror.
Her heart started beating.
What thoughts does that woman have, what goals does she have?
What is the relationship between this woman and Mason, and how is it related that Mason is so nervous?
If I get involved with you, what fun things I can experience.
Grace was a lazy person.
But at the same time, she did not hesitate to take any course if it could interest her.
She was someone who gave herself her goals and enjoyed the process of struggling within them.
A job that is so daunting and dangerous that you can’t handle it, the adrenaline surging in it and your breath rising wildly.
Excitement and pleasure brought by dizziness.
She was a human being addicted to such things.
And now, standing here, facing Isabella’s gaze, her instincts were screaming.
If I compete with this woman in front of me right now, I know that she will be able to feel the pleasure she has never felt before.
She continued to look at Isabella.
Emotions were well captured in her eyes. It was a calm gaze, like a pond with no wind.
And Grace threw a stone into the pond. By walking slowly and standing close to Mason.
Rough waves rise on the surface of the water pretending to be calm,
I felt the giddy hostility welling up in Isabella’s eyes.
Grace smiled, feeling the tension run through his body.
She smiles as pretentiously and plainly as she can.
“Hello? Are you new to me?”
Grace spoke in a soft voice and smiled,
A fake smile resembling his own, terrifyingly, returned.
“My name is Grace. I came to this village last winter. I am a hunter.”
Grace lightly introduced herself, and Isabella’s mouth opened slightly with an ‘ah’.
“Come to think of it, I think I heard that someone was coming. I’m Isabella. We…”
Her eyes turned to Mason, the corners of her eyes curling.
“I am a friend of Mason’s sister. I’ve known her since she was little.”
It didn’t sound like a lie. But at the same time, she could feel Mason’s body tense up when he heard that she was ‘her friend’.
What kind of relationship do these two have?
“Oh really? I am also a ‘friend’ of Mr. Mason. Not since childhood.”
Clearly seeing Isabella’s eyebrows twitch when she heard the word ‘friend’ this time, Grace was convinced inwardly.
This woman is not happy that she is acquainted with the Masons.
Then she said that there was only one thing she had to do herself.
“… So, what are you up to here?”
“Oh me?”
She said shrugging her shoulders.
“It’s nothing. Today I saved Miss Mason’s life.”
Isabella’s expression hardened slightly.
“… Life… Are you looking for me?”
For the first time, a different emotion arose in Isabella’s expression. Worry, but it was a little different from the worry that normal people feel about people.
Anxiety about plans going awry, close to ‘complaints’.
Grace said with a nod of her head.
“Yes. I was fortunate to find him collapsed in the woods.”
As she finished her words, Isabella came over to her with her worried and relieved young face. She reached out her hand and caught her own hand with both of her hands.
“Thank you so much for helping my sister.”
Seeing her expression of gratitude, with tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, Grace struggled to hold back a burst of laughter.
“I don’t know how to thank you.”
Watching her speak in her trembling voice, Grace laughed at her and pulled her hand away.
“Are you thankful for that? Why?”
A rude word deliberately brought out to scratch a nerve.
But Isabella didn’t care.
“Yeah, Mason is like family to me.”
With her little smile, she said, skillfully hiding her displeasure at having her hand removed.
“Is it so?”
Saying that, Grace looked at Mason.
Her blue complexion didn’t improve at all, but her brown eyes trembled as she looked at Isabella.
Isabella must have noticed this as well, so she turned the topic back to Grace with a slightly embarrassing smile.
“Thank you very much again. You said you were a hunter, right? I would like to personally express my thanks, may I invite you to our mansion later?”
Under.
Grace snorted inwardly.
It was a very obvious number. The appearance of openly spinning a spider web and beckoning to come in.
“Really? I am grateful.”
Grace was willing to hang on.
Isabella smiled broadly and turned her head toward Mason. She took her hand in a soft, concerned voice.
“Sister, what if you are not feeling well and go around like that? How worried I was while waiting.”
“… Mi-sorry.”
At Mason’s barely squeezed apology, Isabella shook her head.
“What do you have to be sorry about, sister? I’m glad though. Well done thanks to this guy. She waited because she had something to say, but she had a big deal today, so get some rest and talk to her next time.”
Isabella let go of Mason’s hand, which she was holding in her two hands, and she turned her head to Grace once more.
“Thank you again. I will definitely invite you later.”
Her eyes sparkled dangerously as she smiled and said that.
Grace gave a slightly crooked smile and nodded her head.
“No. Go carefully.”
Isabella walked past them and hesitated before turning her doorknob, then she turned slightly and opened her mouth.
“… Oh, Sianna says she’s doing well, please say hello.
After her words, Isabella opened the door and left the house.
As soon as Isabella left, the inside of her house suddenly fell silent, as if she had never done it. Grace slightly turned her head and watched Isabella’s back for a moment as she moved away, then she cautiously looked at her mason beside her.
“Are you okay?”
She smiled softly and tapped her mason on her shoulder.
Mason stumbled weakly and sat down on her shaggy floor, breathing hard at her.
Seeing her tears trickle down her eyes as she put her hand on her chest and gasped for breath, Grace sat down silently beside her and patted her on the shoulder.
The trembling of her shoulders reached her fingertips. Feeling her pain and fear, which Grace couldn’t fathom.
She thought to herself as she smiled invisible.
It’s okay Mason.
I’ll help you.
I don’t know what that woman is up to.
Nothing seems to give me more pleasure than ruining it.
“… Grace, Grace.”
Isabella kept repeating her name as she returned to her house. The image of her did not disappear from her mind.
Isabella could sense in her instincts that she was like him.
I can easily read other people’s feelings and thoughts,
Someone who enjoys using it to gain the upper hand.
She was a person who resembled herself, whom she had seen tirelessly in her life, and a type she had never seen in others.
“… Under.”
Isabella burst into laughter.
At some point, she had a thought like that. For these days, it sounds like you want a bit of fresh stimulation.
A little fresh stimulation, deflecting her own thoughts.
It sounds like you want something that can make you feel dizzy like gambling.
“At first, I thought that red hair was that kind of person.”
Isabella thought of the woman she had once made an impression of, the woman who looked straight at her even as she shed her blood.
Soon all she could think of was the golden eyes that had naturally left a deep impression in her mind.
Isabella smiled coldly and took her steps back to her house.
As she ponders how to bring down this woman.
