CH 146

The smile that appeared on Oliven's face was unusual. It was the smile that came out when his mind was twisted. Feeling it, the black magician tilted his head and asked.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Bad thoughts."

Oliven's cheeks were flushed. His trembling fingertips stopped vibrating at some point. He opened his mouth and clenched his bloody fists, as he had been biting all of his nails from the tips to the flesh under the nails.

"It bothered me from the first time I saw him. No, his existence itself has been bothering me for a long time."

A small body in his master's arms came to mind. The hand that seemed to hold the hem of his master's robe in front of him. The cheeky eyes as if showing off his master was his. A bold voice that talked back losing a single word.

"Master loves him so much, so I have to please him once in a while."

"......Don't even think about touching Great Elder-nim. Just thinking about her coming here makes me shiver."

"That's why I have to run away. To the place where Master isn't."

"No way, you?"

"That veil is useless in front of Master. It will take some time, but it will eventually be pierced. So I have to make a way to live."

At Oliven's words, the black magician's face was dyed with complexity.

Claude Ambrosia.

A little boy whom Sarah, the Great Elder of the magic tower, terribly cherished. She dared to show them how she remained in the Ambrosia mansion, pretending that only her disciples had been sent here to protect him.

"Wouldn't it be better not to provoke her for nothing?"

"Why?"

"Why...... Aren't you afraid of your teacher?"

He trembled as if he was going to get goosebumps just thinking about it. He had had nightmares every night since he blew everything up and left the magic tower. He imagined that the Great Elder, who covered her face dozens of times a day, took his life with one light gesture.

"I’m afraid."

"But?"

"But it's so thrilling. How angry must she be with me now? How many thoughts about me does she have in her head?"

Oliven smiled brightly. His eyes opened hazy as if walking in ecstasy. The black magician couldn't believe he could laugh like that just by focusing all of his master’s attention on himself.

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"......By the way Benjamin-nim."

"What."

"We also have to do laundry soon."

"But."

"I also have to take care of the garden."

"But."

"I need to clean up, too."

"But."

"......"

The Ambrosia servants only exchanged glances with each other without hiding their troubled looks. They couldn't feel anything in Benjamin's expressionless face, whether he knew what they were saying or not. Looking at Benjamin, who couldn’t be communicated at all, Belluna quietly swallowed her sigh and opened her mouth.

"......We understand the inconvenience, but we can't help it either. Please understand."

"Did Countess Millen-nim really tell you to do this?"

"Yes. Master asked and asked again."

"But how many days has this been? At this rate, it's like the mansion……."

The servants looked out the window anxiously. Managing a huge mansion was not easy. They wondered if it would be maintained even if many servants divided the area every day and managed it with all their might. However, they have not been able to fulfill their duty for several days already.

"But isn't this place clean?"