Chapter 212 – Eat More Mother
It happened and several days passed.
The atmosphere at Callial Castle was not good.
There was a lot of talk about whether Count Roy became mad at a young age or that he fell for a girl.
The atmosphere of the mansion was added.
Even today, corpses lay in the yard of the mansion, those who had been beaten with a mace for coming to ask for pardon for the former Countess Werner, who was imprisoned in the dungeon.
“They’re not even cockroaches, and even if you keep catching them, they come out endlessly.”
“Still, I think I’ve caught all the guys I can catch now.”
It’s not that it’s not, the number of people who come to the mansion to pray has definitely decreased.
On the first day, dozens of people gathered in front of the mansion, but today there are only three.
“Sheryl, aren’t you getting assassinated at this rate?”
Currently, Cheryl’s image is going to the worst as she is called Callie Al’s fairy.
Yesterday there was a bug in the rice and it pulled out the tongue of the maid who said it was her mistake.
Perhaps she wasn’t put in by the maid.
She’s not an idiot, and if she did, she’d take her own poison.
Someone else must have sneaked it in while the maid was looking at it.
However, she was punished by an example, because the fact that she lost her eyes meant that she had no sense of responsibility.
“Insects are truly despicable.”
Sheryl said that the bugs were more disgusting than the poison.
Even the humans in Kelly Al Castle knew why she needed Cheryl, so she couldn’t be killed and she put pressure on her in this way.
“Now we have to finish it slowly.”
At my words, Cheryl nodded as well.
There were still iceboxes in her bedroom and mine.
An ice box that had been periodically maintaining the temperature of the freezer by receiving her ice from her maid for several days.
It was full of by-products of dismantling Roy.
She held the icebox in one hand and headed to the kitchen.
“Oh my, Count? What’s going on here?”
“I decided to hang out here with Cheryl for a while. She heard her say that, as it turns out, she is a good cook. So clear the kitchen.”
“But… “
“Isn’t it empty? I’ll give you 10 minutes, so empty it.”
The count told me to empty it, so what should I do?
If it’s black, you have to
Because I deliberately visited during a quiet time rather than meal time, all the kitchen staff, including the chef, were missing.
“Don’t come in. If you interrupt my time with Cheryl, you will be punished.”
Her servants, who had seen her maid, whose tongue had been pulled out only a few days before, were terrified of her and stopped coming.
The knights also didn’t really approach us, probably giving up halfway.
Rattle
When I opened the ice box, even though I kept the temperature carefully, there were parts that were about to lose their taste.
“Cheryl, discard any parts that are unnecessary or have already rotted away.”
There was a food dump on one side of the kitchen, and there was a pile of body parts of all kinds of animals, starting with pig intestines, so I threw away some of Roy’s parts.
When they got mixed up, Roy and the carcasses of the animals were naturally mixed and it was impossible to tell them apart.
“Oooh!”
Cheryl threw it away and vomited as if she was disgusted.
After all, when would a noble female knight do what a human butcher would do?
Even though she’s a girl who has been used to my way of life, it seems fresh again after tasting a new area.
“Cheryl, are you disgusting?”
“Oh, no. It’s okay because it’s what the master does.”
She looked intently at Cheryl, who was trying hard to calm her complexion.
Even a bitch who has already belonged to me and surrendered mentally can change his mind again with one such action, so it is to diagnose the possibility of betrayal.
It is a kind of habit that I do naturally without knowing it.
“Why did Roy go against the master’s will? It’s really pathetic.”
Sheryl seemed to think that it was really gross, but nothing more.
The saying that people change when they’re together for a long time is just right when you look at Cheryl.
Even the mediocre knights like Cheryl and May, and the docile maids resemble me, and their morals have been ruined a lot.
Conversely, I also met these years and there was nothing that changed.
At least in the previous world, I considered all women to be work subjects, but in the continent of Fantasia, I had no intention of working on my wives, such as May and Cheryl.
It’s like having a favorite toy.
“Cheryl, from now on, bring the marinade and seasonings I want.”
“Yes.”
It was a fun cooking time.
Of course, Cheryl couldn’t find the marinade and seasonings, so I had to practically make them all by myself.
The kitchen of Callial Mansion was quite spacious, and there were many things I hadn’t seen on Earth, so I was a little confused about cooking it, but as long as it’s good meat, it won’t fail.
“This… What is it?”
“It’s dumplings.”
There are probably no dumplings on the continent of Fantasia.
After roughly kneading the dough with flour, Roy was finely ground with a wooden mortar, then various seasonings, seasonings, and vegetables were put inside and steamed in the oven.
The final product that came out of the oven was steamed dumplings.
“On the surface, it looks plausible.”
“It will be delicious. Would you like to eat one?”
Cheryl hurried off to clean up after her.
I stopped because it was clear that if I fed this, Cheryl, who hadn’t been sane lately, would completely lose her taste.
The way to the dungeon with dumplings.
The knights guarding the entrance brightened up when they saw me visiting with water and food.
“Count! Are you going to your wife?”
“Okay.”
“You did well.”
“Huh. How is your mother?”
“Not very good.”
“I get it.”
The stairs leading down to the prison were dark.
I deliberately hid Cheryl on the side of the stairs, and only I showed up first.
It was to lower the second mother’s vigilance.
“Mother, I am here.”
Perhaps because the knights were considerate, her second mother was alone in the dungeon with no other prisoners.
Today is the 3rd day since I was imprisoned.
She looked quite haggard, probably because she hadn’t had a sip of water.
Even so, when my son shows up, he approaches me with twinkling eyes and parting lips.
“Ship… Count… Are you here… “
Still, he thinks his son is terrible.
To be honest, I have no reason to doubt her motherly love as much as her first mother or second mother.
If I hadn’t been the youngest son in this household and had simply been a driver or an employee, I might have respected my second mother.
That would be the case, the second mother gave birth to a child and even though she is old, she maintains her outstanding figure through thorough management.
Even though I am approaching 40, I am proud of quite glamorous udders and full hips, and above all, there is no belly fat that symbolizes age-old age.
There was not a single gray hair mixed with her wispy blond hair, and there were no wrinkles in her eyes.
Farming serf women are so old at that age that they sometimes look over 60 years old, but that mother is in her late 20s no matter how highly you give her.
That was all she said about her second mother being pretty.
If it wasn’t for a family relationship, it’s enough to want to eat it right away.
But that woman eventually bared her teeth at me.
She killed me and sent poison with her first mother to Krass Manor to make Cheryl a toilet.
I don’t know if it’s really sent, but I’m almost certain.
Just in case you don’t know, I’m going to do a final check.
“Are you having a hard time?”
“Count, please release me right now. Cheryl is the woman we need. She put a lot of thought into this mother figure. I’ll try to get along somehow… “
“Poop!”
Oops, I laughed without even realizing it.
I know the second mother’s personality.
You say you’re on good terms with Cheryl?
You’re pretending to get along.
“I’m sorry, mother. You said something so nonsensical. Just be honest. Please drink some water.”
When I handed her water, her second mother hurriedly came over and gulped down her water from the kettle.
After quenching her throat with her 2L of water, she opened her mouth with a slightly lively voice.
“Listen to me, Count. Cheryl is a young and beautiful woman. She is also capable.”
“You know me well.”
“But in the end, Mondur’s lineage doesn’t change.”
As expected, this mother has not forgotten Cheryl’s father.
From what I heard through Rockefel, it seems that her brothers from her own family lost their lives to the knight commander.
Roy’s uncles.
“Listen carefully to your mother’s suggestion. Be nice to Cheryl for now. Until we defeat James.”
Curious to what extent she was going to say it, I folded my arms and silently listened to her.
Dispose of her “By the time she has won her war and consolidated her earldom. Either she poisons her or she does it by any means. I’ll wrap it up as a sad death, and I’ll choose a young girl who’s much better than Cheryl as a new spouse.”
She seemed to be nervous when I didn’t respond, so she poured out her words like a rapid-fire cannon.
“Count, think carefully. The moment the succession to the count is confirmed, the value of the count rises tremendously. I heard that there was even a megacity in the north. Are you going to be content with just being the daughter of a knight family in the interior?”
“I think that means you can find another spouse.”
“It is a matter of course. You could line up with the Marquis of Banen or the Duke of Prius. The two families that are said to be the two pillars of the Willet Kingdom.”
Marquis of Banen.
Prince of Prius.
Even in such a small country, it seems that there is a family holding real power in its own way.
I remembered the two names in the corner of my head and continued to talk.
“Did you try to kill Damon by poisoning him this way? And Cheryl? I’m talking about Kras Manor.”
She was very sure that Roy was unaware of the poisoning plan, so she sneaked a peek.
As soon as I heard my words, the second mother’s eyes widened and her voice rose.
“How the hell did you know that?”
Again, this was my mother’s work.
I knew it would be like this, but it was the last confirmation process.
“Cheryl told me.”
“It could have been. But Count, it was necessary.”
“That loser bastard I could have killed anytime.”
“Don’t you know the heart of a mother who doesn’t want to leave even a little bit of a variable?”
“Did her first mom join in on this too?”
Now, all you have to do is check this out.
Whether this is the second mother alone or her first mother did it together.
“That woman suggested it first. I didn’t think it would be too bad.”
The instigator’s first mother.
Accomplice second mother
Roy didn’t know. Check.
It may sound funny to say this, but I liked Roy the best in my family, aside from my father.
Even though she was flirting with Cheryl and openly ignoring and mocking me, she wasn’t a different person.
It’s a story that I didn’t send poison to the back like this disgusting bitch in front of my eyes or pretend to be nice like her first mother.
Despite the fact that there are many ways to prevent me from dying even if I wanted to die, here was the reason I at least allowed Roy to die.
Now that you’ve confessed to the crime, it’s time for a verdict.
I’ll be hungry before then, so let’s eat something.
“Mother, the talk of a new marriage seems to have gone too far, so I will think about it later. You haven’t eaten for several days, so I brought you some food.”
“Are you not going to let me go? Count?”
“I’ll let you go when you finish eating.”
Then I took a Roy dumpling from Cheryl hiding on the stairs and put it through her grate.
“… It’s the first food I’ve ever seen.”
“The chef recommended it as a good dish for people who have been starving for a long time. Try it.”
Can you refuse my offer in the form of Roy?
Former Countess Werner, name Dorothy.
Without hesitation, she took a bite of the dumpling made from her son’s skin.
Agjak
Well well
“How is it? Is it delicious?”
I guess there is no need for words.
Once the food passes through the stomach, he does not even answer whether he feels the hunger for 3 days and inhales dumplings on his stomach.
Agjak Agjak
For a while, the dungeon was filled with the sound of a mother chewing on her son.
I looked down at her and raised the corners of her mouth and murmured.
“Eat a lot. Mother.”
