Chapter 56 – 5. Mother and Daughter in Crisis (6)
Same room as yesterday, different smell.
As soon as Lucienne opened the door, she visited the bedroom of the maid of honor for her second tea party, and frowned at the subtle smell of her body. I could be sure of the sensations I felt in my lower body until I came to this room right away, but my dear mother and my nemesis knight must have been having a relationship here just a short while ago.
“I’m here, Mother.”
“Ah, come on…”
Oriane, who was standing awkwardly in the center of the room, seemed startled when she suddenly opened her door and saw her daughter enter, then she said, pretending to be calm, pretending to be calm. Judging by her quick adjustment of her disheveled clothes, it seemed that she had changed her clothes, soiled by her love affairs, in a hurry.
“What were you doing?”
“Yeah, the corset is a bit tight, so I changed it.”
It was an unfunny lie. Lucienne sneered inwardly. She didn’t know how intense the relationship was, but her body hair clinging to her mouth gave me an idea of what had happened.
‘Bitch bitch, it’s lascivious…’
Even those red and pretty lips, but ten minutes ago, she would have vulgarly bitten, licked, and sucked her knight’s things. She would rub her cheeks like a high-class courtesan and drop all sorts of fawning. If it wasn’t for that, there’s no way I wouldn’t have noticed the curly hair all over my face.
‘I thought that must have been my plot.’
After that, Oriane made her excuse that her underwear was uncomfortable, and she left for a while. She was probably checking herself in the mirror in her bathroom. In other words, I didn’t have time to look around until I came in.
‘Well, it doesn’t matter.’
Immediately taking off the obsidian ring she was wearing on her index finger, Lucienne took out the Hellas pendulum she had been keeping. She gathered her mana, even risking the throbbing of her womb, just in case things went wrong.
‘It’s mine now anyway.’
The tea party is just an excuse. Lucienne Lemoyn doesn’t like black tea very much. It’s not that she hates her, but she’s not interested in her to the extent that she gets into groups of threes and threes like any other lady of her own aristocracy. In the same context, today’s seat is to get my hands on the female in front of me, just like yesterday.
“Sorry, did you wait long?”
“No.”
Soon after, Orianne returned to her seat and handed her an apology. She seemed to have finished her tidying up, as she had also removed the hair in question. As she belatedly rattled her teapot to prepare her tea, she raised her head at the sound of her daughter’s voice calling.
“Mother?”
“Eh, why?”
“Would you like to look at this?”
Tsaruk, Lucienne, who stretched the pendulum’s wire, grinned. She waved it gently at her mother, who without any wariness turned her gaze to the ball pendulum under her hand. As the best mystic in the frozen land, with a vast amount of magical power, she instantly dazzled what a normal witch would have to look at for a long time.
“Ah…”
Oriane slipped her mouth open. Her eyes, which lost her focus in a daze, told her that the beautiful Pulmonary Sign Language was now in a state of hypnosis. For the Lady of the Marquis, who had been waiting for this moment for so long since the murder of her father, she could hardly contain her thrill.
“Now, would you like to sit down slowly?”
Reflexively pulling a chair at the table near her, she sat down. Usually, hypnosis can only induce primitive, instinctive behavior. At least in the early days when the suggestion didn’t work properly. However, this pendulum airlifted from Hellas had the effect of differentiating it from other magic.
This letter engraved on the pendulum at the end of the wire.
The mystery it contains arbitrarily interprets the owner’s will. Makes even orders that would normally be difficult to follow and obey.
“Kuk-kuk…”
Lucienne couldn’t contain it any longer and let out her laugh. She had been on such an easy road.
Yes, isn’t love originally meant to be conquered?
Once you have mastered the body, the mind naturally follows. In that sense, the lady of the Marquis kept swinging the pendulum, recalling the tenacious and vicious assistant in her mind her. Looking at my mother, who was still unable to take her eyes off it, I asked a question.
“From this time on, if I ask a question with the title of mother, please answer honestly.”
“Yeah, yes…”
The question of why did not come back. The letters engraved on the wobbly pendulum were constantly interfering with Oriane’s mind her. I was able to attempt only the desired goal, namely brainwashing, while omitting all the troublesome processes.
“Mother, what is your name?”
“Oriane, Lemoang…”
“Before marriage?”
“Oriane, Aquitaine…”
At first, I started by simply asking for my name.
“Mother, what kind of existence is Lucienne to you?”
“My beloved daughter, my irreplaceable treasure…”
“Mother, then do you love me?”
Mrs. Changbaek quietly nodded her head. She has no recourse to the affection she may have for her family her. Her husband her, Gérard Le Moin, who was so patriarchal and only outwardly, was also to the extent that he was loyal and cherished.
“Isn’t it natural that you would do anything for the person you love?”
“Oh, of course…”
“Your mother loves me, so will you do anything I ask you to do?”
“Yeah, of course…”
“What if?”
Contrary to expectations, the response was lukewarm. She hesitated as to what she was so worried about, then shut her mouth. It was because her mind was not yet deeply asleep. Lucienne changed the subject, reluctantly thinking that she would have to wait a bit for her hypnosis to work perfectly.
“You seem difficult to answer, so I will ask you another question.”
“Yes…”
“Mother, what were you doing before I came?”
“A secret meeting with the West…”
It was as expected. Lucienne laughed and continued asking. It was a part she had guessed to some extent, but she couldn’t help but feel her annoyance soar when she heard it again from the mouth of the person concerned. That’s why she wanted to put in a hint that she should obey me right away.
“Who is the West?”
“Rom Dior…”
“Why is that bastard?”
Oriane hesitated for a moment before she spoke. It was common sense to say such a thing in front of her daughter, but the letters engraved on the pendulum of her pendulum her and the hypnotic power that resulted from it were truly powerful.
“Because I am his wife…”
She was the Marquis of the Marquis, who always answered obediently with a dazed look on her face. The fact that she was active differently than before was, in her mind her, her Rom Dior, a measure of how large her stake was in her man her.
“He made me free from the burden of being a ruler when nothing goes my way, and let me know the pleasure of a female who just obeys and follows and serves…”
“Under…!”
“In front of others, I raise my head like a lofty noble lady and give orders to this and that, but when I am alone with him, I get on his knees and bow my head. Then I’m very happy. When you stroke her hair her, I feel fulfilled as a woman…”
Lucienne spat her words into herself and shortened the wire of her pendulum. Adding her magic to her pendulum her at the tip of her tip her moving swiftly to and fro, she gave her spur to hypnosis.
“She’s not a slut, and seeing her flirting with such a fucking boy, as a daughter of her, I can’t just leave her alone. I think she will need a rigorous education.”
“Education…”
“Tell me again. Whose kind of wife you are.”
“Rom Dior, the West’s faithful cum-draining wife…”
“Wrong. Her mother her is mine, not him.”
“Lucien… ?”
Oriane’s blue eyes rolled quickly to and fro.
Left, right, left again, right again.
Eventually, it started spinning around and around. It was caused by the gaze following her pendulum not being able to keep up with its speed her. Madame Marquis Baek, staggered by the sudden dizziness of her, groaned on her temples.
“Yes, isn’t it?”
Lucienne didn’t miss the chance and injected her common sense that she had decided earlier. From the time she decided to use her means of hypnosis, it was the order of the day to play with her erroneous rules her in her head her.
“Now that my father is dead, who is the heir to the Lemoang family?”
“Sure, my daughter…”
“Isn’t it natural for me to inherit my father’s property?”
“Of course…”
“Isn’t it right, then, that my mother, who was her wife her, obey me and become tamed?”
The movement of the pendulum, which impairs recognition, kept stealing my gaze. She added so much confusion. She turned her conclusions from sophistry into the truth, and made her feel like she was the only one who didn’t know what everyone in the world knew.
Shame and remorse, indeed, was the way hypnosis worked.
Oriane nodded. If she wasn’t my beloved daughter, she would have stopped and she would have forgotten something important. The rightful heir to the Marquis is undoubtedly the only daughter, Lucienne, and it is only natural that the new ruler who succeeds her father will inherit her wife her.
“But, Lucienne…”
“Why, what else bothers you?”
“Yeah, of course you’re not wrong, but…”
Lucienne sighed and set her pendulum down. If it was what she wanted, she had already put it into her head her, so there was no need for such trivial things anymore. Now all that was left was to tame Orianne Lemoin, a woman from an impudent and arrogant family.
“We are not just a mother and daughter, but a mother and daughter from Mr. Rom’s family… ?”
“… I beg your pardon?”
“Because the representative of this family is not you, a mere female, but the trustworthy Seobang-sama…”
It was a mistake. And it was an illusion. The reason she realized that it was a mistake and an illusion was because her mother said something unbelievable. It was because of the way she calmly believed in nonsensical things as common sense, like hypnosis I had put on her.
“In her mother’s opinion of her, our daughter’s role of her is to be a receiver of jism for her, his of her, and her of her, with a pretty and graceful appearance…”
“Shit! Wait, what kind of bullshit are you talking about all of a sudden?”
Bang! Lucienne, unable to contain her bewilderment, stood up, hitting her poor table.
“… ?”
She was about to get up. But for some reason I couldn’t. She looked ahead, breaking out in a cold sweat, and she wriggled in disbelief at the sight of the winter stone unfolding before her eyes her.
“Lucienne, isn’t that what you taught me… ?”
Charreuk, holding a Hellas-made pendulum in her hand her, the Margrave’s wife shook it with a bewitching smile.
“… What?”
There was no way this would happen.
