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Karen's experience is ultimately extremely limited. Karen looked back on Tom from the past. Tom was a street bum and had a father who was a rapist. Karen took care of Tom as the heroine. Eventually Tom died, but his death was well written in the novel.

"…is double-track recovery all right? What kind of a subhead should we attach to the rebellion of the extras? Do you like that kind of story? Tom. Thomas. Hey. What do you think? What, this is an extra treason against "The Story"?”

“…….”

But there was no answer. Because Tom was mute. Because he's got a mouthful to live for himself. And Tom avenged Karen in silence at this moment.

"Words…."

Tom refused to answer, even though he could nod or stir his head.

Then he stared at Karen and twisted the corners of his lips.

Haha Karen laughed in a dejectionately.

I feel like I've been hit. Karen had no choice but to express her feelings like that.

"This life is not going as I expected."

Karen hoped to change her personality. So, if I could fully understand the story, if I could understand the boy who killed Young-joo and was afraid of Karen, I thought I would be able to relieve this pressure I felt.

"Actually, it doesn't matter."

“……!”

I felt a sign of popularity.

Damn it.

Karen realized that Tom ran out and opened the door. You're screwing me up.

Karen squinted at the door.

I can see your faded blonde hair. There is only one hair color like that in this mansion. Karen sighed and approached the door, wondering if it was a good thing that she was Isela.

This situation has been going on several times. It is the first time for a lord to die from Tom, but not the first time for a lord to die. It is not the first time that Isela has seen the death of a lord. It's still in the story. It's manageable. It's a story within her control.

Karen stepped to the door.

She has to work again. Karen recalled an ordinary expression. A face suitable for this kind of situation. Don't laugh. Don't get angry.

He took another step.

She looks like a daughter who is shocked by her father's death. mess up one's hair Rub around your eyes to make your makeup smudged. Tears welled up naturally.

He took another step forward.

Karen gave her usual lines to Isela.

"I, Isela... Oh, my God. My father, oh, my God.

I reached the door with one last step.

Karen opened the door. There stood Isela. Karen burst into tears. And this selfie.

"Ah."

That sigh was enough.

with one sigh

Karen knew that Isela didn't believe her.

Isela also knew Karen had noticed that.

***

Berdick sighed and took the pipe out of his arms. Fill it up and light it up. The smoke burns and the mood subsides.

"It's so hard to raise a daughter."

It would be comfortable to have a daughter who is a bit more attentive like Karen Haier. Berdick loved every aspect of Isela, but tonight's action went too far.

"…oh dear."

The diamond mining rights in Helion mine were guaranteed to marry his daughter and Raymond. I have a headache when I think of all the contracts and schedules that I've stepped on step by step. The complications almost got worse. No, is it twisted? The Countess will try to dig up Berdych's shortcomings at all. Aren't you already kind to Karen Haier, who doesn't have a single face and a background? Berdick was so pathetic that Isella slapped Karen in the face.

"…so interested in useless things. You should know when she's gone. Where is it?.”

It is bitterness that comes after the excitement from anger subsides. I wanted to pass only good things on to Isela. Isela insisted on not giving her shares, but Berdick didn't really want to. You don't have to know enough about this cellar. Isn't that a daughter's privilege? Dirty and violent work is men's work. Isela doesn't have to.

Berdick believed so and did not doubt it.

Wearing fine clothes and listening to music, I would admire a handsome man, cry, and have children and raise him.

"How did Selina raise Isela?"

Blaming his wife, Verdick lowered the pipe. He and his wife managed to live well for decades. She gave birth to a son and a daughter, and her husband's government overlooked her. She was always praised as a wise wife. But Isela was different. He was jealous and complained a lot. Who does Isela look like?

"…sigh."

Berdick closed his eyes, pressing hard on his rattling forehead. He locked his windows and doors and closed his eyes again, vowing to buy a new woman as soon as he returned.

***

Isela rolled her head desperately. What do I do? What do I do? I got caught. I got caught.

"…Icella."

"Ka, Karen. Hey... The lord is dead, it's all....”

You have to be sorry. She's a poor woman. Come on, take pity on me. If you don't think so seriously, you'll find out!

"He, I see, Karen... That's too bad... It's."

No, my voice is shaking.

She tried to force her face to smile, but her face wouldn't move at all.

Karen smiled face to face. Her smile was so natural. Karen said.

"What, Miss Isela?"

"Yes, yes?"

"Strongly."

Karen did not hesitate. The silver candlestick, which was hidden on the edge of the sleeves, was exactly after Isela's temple.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Since when have you been watching?”

Karen approached with a bitter smile.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...”

"Argh! Argh! Argh!"

"It's loud.”

Karen's white teeth shone in the dark. A hateful and disgusting smile was revealed. It was a laugh like the legs of a upside-down bug. It was a madness that wriggled under a fine skin. We have to step back. At that moment, he was able to avoid the vital point thanks to his nervousness. His acting was awkward because of the tension, but he was able to save his life. Isela turned around and ran.

"There's no one here! Argh!

Karen chased after Isela.

"Icella! Wait a minute!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

This cellar moved away in an instant.

"It'll only take a minute..”

It'll be over in a minute. What a shame. What's wrong with all this in the middle of the night?

I never thought I'd miss it. Karen kicked her tongue. I'm still not used to it.

Fortunately for Karen, however, the side where Isella ran away was a North Korean corridor that was rarely used by people. And at the end, there are stairs. Karen pictured the structure of the mansion in her head.

"...I have to go back.”

However, it is only a matter of time before people come if they scream like that. We should induce people to the less popular side first. Karen grabbed the candlestick and ran toward Isela.

"It's murder! It's murder! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Miss Isela! Calm down...Wait a minute, I can explain! Miss Isela!"

with moderate fright

You don't have to run in earnest and relax. But we have to threaten to get where we want to go. And let's wait on the way she comes first.

Karen found herself smiling. It was a much more natural smile than it was in front of Yeongju. There are many things to laugh about in this life. And when I saw her bloodstains, I lamented a little bit of sadness. Poor thing, I'll kill you at once.

"Miss Isela... after bleeding so badly."

Blood dripped gradually along Isela's steps. It's a trail of game.

How many times do I have to stab, or how many times do I have to hit to lose my breath?

"Icela Evans. You did...Father's sins are to be borne by his children. I'll confess. Actually, I lied then. I agree with you. You didn't kill me, but Mr. Berdick killed me several times. That's why. I really want to see Mr. Verdick die. But I thought of something more fun than riding poison. Wouldn't Mr. Berdick suffer if you died? So the sins of the parents are their children. Hmm… wouldn't it? Or not. Actually, I just thought of it. Haha. Can you hear me, Isela?"

I'm getting excited for some reason.

Karen swung at the candlestick. I liked the heavy weight. Is this the pleasure of hunting? Hunting was a men's entertainment. Karen always had to sit down in the hunting grounds, prepare meals, and cheer when she saw the fox that Raymond had caught.

It's a lot more fun than that. Next time, I'll try a heavier gun on the hunting ground. Karen felt sorry that she could not handle anything but a pistol. I think it'll be fun to end with a scope from far away. Raymond would be good at that.

"The hobby of hunting is quite... You're excited. Isela."

Even if he doesn't die, he might die.

The biggest game of my life? Oh, this is fun. It is much simpler and more enjoyable than fantasy or real life. It's a good choice. Shall we kill again in the next life?

"Oh... I shouldn't get addicted. Me too."

A sense of urgency strikes the heart pleasantly. Karen took off her heels so that there was no sound.

I've tried hunting a few times, but Karen didn't mix well with the animals. But what about people? My heart throbbed with laughter. It makes me want to hum.

"Hahahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I think I ran for a long time, but it was still an endless hallway. I feel like I'm wandering endlessly in the dark. Where am I? It's a mansion. How do I get out? I don't know. I have to go back to the stairs. I don't know inside the mansion. Let's get out of here right now.

But after Isela ran down the stairs at the end of the hall, Isela was forced to swear.

"Oh, shit!"

The first floor of the stairs where Isela jumped was locked.

Isela...

I can hear footsteps from afar. It's probably Karen. Strangely enough, Icella ran and screamed, but no one came across her. There could be maids and servants.

"I took the wrong road....”

It runs all the way down the unused corridor. I'm not used to the old mansion, so I don't know where it is even if I run. Was it this big?

Isela covered her face and clenched her teeth. The sound of footsteps gets closer.

Eventually, he had to run to another hallway.

"As expected... of her."

The moment I saw her face, Isela knew.

Karen killed the lord. Even if she hadn't seen the murder scene in person, Isela realized at that moment. She was the cause of everything. She doesn't see people as people. He would have tricked everyone with a bright face and a friendly manner and put a knife into their necks.

Karen must have killed the maid.