Volume 3 - CH 11

“…… Hah~. How depressing.”

It was Sarina Owen, Cyclo’s mother, who was employed as a servant at Count Ikkemen’s house.

“He had a great face, but …… he wasn’t as manly as I thought he would be.”

The subject of such complaints was, of course, against Count Ikkemen.

To her surprise, Count Ikkemen already had two wives.

As an aristocrat, it was inevitable. Sarina had no problem with the fact that she was to be the third.

However, she had come to understand something when she began to see Count Ikkemen up close as a servant.

Count Ikkemen was the type of man who was always on a woman’s back.

On many occasions, Sarina had witnessed Count Ikkemen being bossed around by his two wives.

Sometimes, they complained because they didn’t get what they wanted.

At other times, he has become a sandbag to take out their frustrations in social situations.

Watching Count İkkemen like this, Sarina had only one thought.

What an unreliable man, she thought.

It was not something that Sarina herself was aware of, but Sarina’s preference was for a man with initiative who pulls her along strongly.

In fact, the adventurer, the father of Cyclo and Alice, was also a man with such a forceful streak.

For Sarina, who prefers such a strong and imposing man, Count Ikkemen was a complete waste of her time.

In fact, he is the opposite of what she prefers, and her liking for him has only decreased.

Since his face is to her liking, she has been trying to find the good in him.

However …… she still found Count İkmen’s unreliable side far more.

As a result – Sarina’s love had long since subsided.

“…… Well, there’s no point in dwelling on it!”

And on this day, Sarina is determined.

“I will find my next love!”

And so – Sarina quit her job as a servant of the Count’s family.

Since it was a live-in job, Sarina packed her bags and went back home — to her house where Cyclo would be waiting for her.

And what she saw was a sight she had not expected.

“What, oh my?”

The house where Sarina lived was uninhabited and uninhabitable due to Cyclo’s arrest.

That is why – the land had been confiscated by the state, handed over to a real estate agent, and even sold off to a family that would become the new owners.

To Sarina, who was unaware of these circumstances, it looked as if a strange family was living in her house.

“Excuse me.”

“Yes? Can I help you?”

“I believe this house is owned by a man named Cyclo Owen?”

So Sarina approached the family that formerly lived in our house to ask what was going on.

“Uh …… oh! You mean the person who used to live here before!”

“What?” Before?”

“Yes, that’s right. He’s the guy who was caught in that serial rape case, isn’t he?”

“What!?”

It was a revelation to her.

Sarina was at a loss as to why, but the new resident seemed to be a chatterbox and continued to talk one-sidedly.

“I heard that he was caught by the police when he tried to attack a neighbor. So we bought this house when it was vacant. Well, we were allowed to buy it at a very low price because it was a property with a history…”

The resident went on to talk about many things, but not even half of what she said entered Sarina’s head.