Chapter 90 – 8. The Sabbath (Complete)
Gaul Kingdom, North.
As for the Lady of the Marquis of Le Mouen, she is undoubtedly a villain. She is the tycoon behind many conspiracies over a long period of time. It is also because of her ability her that this land was able to survive even after her father her, the Marquis, who was the center of her estate her, was poisoned.
“Miss Lucienne?”
Even though he was the one who killed him in the first place.
“This is Marion. Madame Oriane sent me to come.”
“… Come in.”
The young lady’s room was more dreary than ever. It was because the crystal ball was not only littered with items like tarot cards, but even objects like skulls and hairy hands of unknown beasts were trampled on here and there.
An ominous spectacle, the cause was of course Romuald.
About 15 days had passed since Francoise was taken away by him. In the meantime, until Lucienne’s sabbatical came, she tried to kill him with all the mysteries she knew. If she couldn’t, she tried to neutralize it. And such attempts have failed spectacularly every time.
It was a knight that was hard to find someone who could overcome it by force. If it was magic, he would be an outsider, but for some reason it didn’t work. In short, Lucienne’s mysteries could not overcome him. As of today, the time to choose the sabbatical has arrived.
With a click, the woman holding the doorknob and entering the room immediately stopped.
In her old age, she was Marion, the maid of the castle. Even though she was of a fairly old age, she was a fairly well-behaved figure, perhaps because she was so skinny that it was difficult to find wrinkles on her. She was an old-fashioned magistrate who handled things in a smart way, just as she had a stern impression.
Even so, even such a Marion could not help but be surprised to see Lucienne’s room her in a mess.
“What’s the matter?”
Because it was such a mess.
“He wants to meet you at the fortress watchtower. If you tell me that, I think you will understand.”
Lucienne bit her lip gently to let go of her anger her. She clenched her fists as she turned her sparkling eyes away like red jewels. When the sun goes down, she wonders why she calls herself to the watchtower. She must be what she wants to enjoy while looking down at her frozen land and snowfields ahead of her forthcoming victory her.
And that’s what she wants to realize.
“Okay. Stop going.”
“If you don’t mind, can I clean her room her?”
“Stop talking and go do your thing.”
“… Yes, then.”
Marion bowed her head respectfully and withdrew. She was short but she was conflicted but that was it. Left alone, Lucienne rummaged through her closet and took out a beautiful dress to put on. She was dressed for a fashionable socialite.
‘Wait and see, Romuald…’
How awkward it was to change her clothes without anyone standing by her side her to wait on her. Feeling Francoise’s absence again, Lucienne furrowed her eyebrows and adorned herself. As the most beautiful woman in the North and a mystic, she prepared everything for herself.
Yes, Lucienne Lemoyn is a villainess.
Daejeo, a group of people like her, does not easily give in to others. Wearing her mystical trinkets for the last time, the Lady of the Marquis looked into her mirror her. Her golden hair and bright red eyes her, resembling her mother’s her, were very alluring.
A dress that accentuates her attractive breasts her and makes the curve of her thin waist more graceful.
Anyone can’t help but pay attention to the outfit that goes from the nape of the neck to the collarbone to the long, concave bone in the middle of the breast. Although the knight who became a baron would not be a man so easygoing that he could take his life with such a trick.
‘This is enough.’
After completing all her preparations, Lucienne took her secret weapon her. It was so small that it could be hidden with one of her fingers her, but she hid it in the sleeve of her dress her. Then she opened the door and went out into the hallway.
She smiled angrily as she felt the reddish evening sunset gently filtering through the small window between the thick gray bricks.
She also chewed on how she had been playing with her lover her, Françoise, who had to become a female in exchange for her rebellion her, and her mother her, Orianne, who had already been in her hands her. I don’t know what kind of trick he did, but the abominable Romuald dyed the two of them in his own color.
‘I’m happy that Seobangnim’s house is here…’
Lucienne smiled even brighter. She felt a surge of lust as she remembered the image of her mother sticking out her tongue her and biting greedily at his cock her. She suppressed her anger while enraged at the fact that her rom her was taking the place of her own that should have been her opponent her.
‘Ah, master…’
So did Francoise. The maid, who was her lover her, gradually became lewd day by day, as if she had opened her heart her. It was very spectacle that she smiled happily and accepted his request of her that she would normally shake her hand of her.
‘Today, too, your maid of honor will serve you faithfully…’
Fucking maid, it goes without saying that the way she spit out even such a filthy word with red cheeks was foreign to her. While he was eating, he crawled under the table to entertain himself, and like her master her, she blossomed into a bitch who did n’t mind licking her back her.
‘I’m going to show this to Lucienne.’
‘Yeah, it’s hot, it’s hot… !’
‘Is it okay though?’
‘It doesn’t matter anyway, so please chew on me some more…’… !’
It was truly a betrayal to see her eyes closed and climaxed as I roughly poked at her cleft her with two thick fingers. Even though she knew it was a sight that would be transmitted to me through her crystal ball of her, she didn’t care and became a toy, but her maid’s behavior made her of Lucienne especially depressed.
Stepping on the hard stone floor with her shoes, the young lady finally arrived at the meeting place on top of the castle wall where the watchtower was installed. It was a fairly fine weather, so I found the man in question standing in a suit in the distance where only the wind was blowing coolly.
Romuald, the baron who will be the founder of a new family.
Standing next to him was his wife his, Oriane, who was neatly dressed as if it were natural. Arms crossed casually, as if showing off that the seat next to this man was mine.
“… Romuald!”
Lucienne, who had been smiling the entire time, screamed. It was because she would not have been heard otherwise, and the way she stood alongside my mother made me jealous. The grudge that had captured Françoise through mean means in the past few days was a bonus.
“Lucienne.”
Romuald politely accepted. In the meantime, the young lady, who had been wandering around in search of Françoise’s existence her, realized that she was not here, and she felt regret. According to my plan, it was necessary for everyone to gather as much as possible.
“What about Bijou?”
“Maybe it was mixed up. It’s been a while since Oriane sent her Marion, and there’s no sign of him coming. She sent me to go check it out.”
“Heh, I had something to prepare.”
With a confident look on her face, she approached the man Lucienne considered her enemy her. She confronted her while maintaining a reasonable distance, befitting a woman who once handled a sword in earnest.
“Really, perseverance is amazing.”
Added Rom, who shrugged her shoulders with her smirk. It was a nasty face, but she decided to put up with it a little longer. Anyway, the weapon prepared this time is like detonating the whole gunpowder magazine, so even the proud baron won’t be able to afford it anymore.
“Time goes so fast, right? Tomorrow is already the sabbatical.”
“Whatever.”
“The time has come to make a decision. If you reject me to this day, I will no longer be involved in your life. I’m just going to put everything aside and live happily ever after with Oriane.”
Back, pretending to let her anger go, Lucienne clenched her fist and quietly pulled out something of hers from her sleeve.
“Probably Françoise as well, because that child looks better than you now.”
Worried that even he wouldn’t notice, she changed the subject.
“Why did you call me here?”
“Because I wanted to show you.”
“What?”
“This scenery.”
Above the castle wall, beyond the watchtower, the land spread out was certainly beautiful.
“Those memories that can’t be forgotten even if you try to forget them.”
The setting sun at the edge of the mountain range and the horizon reminded me of the fact that it is someone’s hometown, even if the frozen ground illuminated by my scarlet sunlight may freeze and snow might blow.
“It’s such a nice weather, but still the northern winds are fierce.”
“On the subject of foreigners.”
“Still, Lemoang is like my home.”
It was an emotional place. There were so many intertwined stories. And he was also very attached.
“Fuck.”
Rom, full of emotion, gave a small laugh. She exchanged glances with the bride-to-be, her future baroness Orianne, who crossed her arms in the untamed figure of the Winter Stone Lady, then nodded.
“Before you begin what you are about to do…”
Encouraged by her affectionate support her, she approaches the finale.
“I would like to give you one piece of advice.”
Lucienne flinched. Then, as if she decided that there was no need to hide it anymore, she brought out the object she had taken out earlier. What she hid in the hem of her sleeve was none other than a needle. It was an ordinary needle the length of one of her knuckles.
“Where are you talking?”
Suddenly, the baron stopped laughing. And the article was straight. So, throwing off all the cumbersome things like her identity and position her, Rom stepped forward. She moved away from Oriane for a while and moved on to my former wife.
“Don’t come close!”
“You will regret using that needle.”
“Do you know what this is?”
Of course I knew. He added quietly.
“The needle of fate.”
An artifact said to show illusions through the blood that flows from the target when stabbed. Needless to say, the content of the fantasy is the past of the person concerned. To put it simply, Lucienne’s Needle is an item that specializes in exposing the so-called past that everyone wants to hide.
“I’m telling you this because I want to make sure you’re mistaken, but as long as a needle like that is aiming at me and attacking me, avoiding it is nothing.”
Fisik, Lucienne laughed silently. Still, Rom didn’t care and continued her words.
“But if you really intend to use it, I will cooperate.”
“Why should I ask?”
“Simple. To be honest, sometimes I think that too. I want to share my memories with you and put an end to this messy couple fight…”
“Under! A couple fight?”
It wasn’t even funny.
“This is a political fight!”
“Are you sure you won’t regret it?”
“Sure! In fact, I’m even convinced now! Seeing how you reacted like this, even with all kinds of poisons, curses, and magic tricks!”
The Marquis Marquis’ last weapon was self-destruction. Unwilling to admit defeat to an opponent she could not defeat, she was determined to take whatever Rom wanted. She must have lived a miserable life. She clearly tried to reveal Rom’s past to her mother and make his victory only hurt her.
“I’ll expose all of your trash-like bare faces in your proud past life… !”
Lucienne kicked her ground and ran. With the needle she held between her thumb and forefinger, she pressed it hard down the back of his hand. In case the words that he said he would cooperate without blocking were false, he made a defense as far as possible and a composition that was difficult to evade.
“So, this is my answer!”
I stabbed her man who said that we were married in a previous life.
“… Romuald!”
Wow, it was the eve of the Sabbath.
