Chapter 119

Episode 119

Translator : Missme

Editor : Aru

“Oh, my lady!”

Bessie called me in a startled voice. It was worth it. Aside from the content, the visuals were so bad.

The dark red letters of the bizarrely dried letters were probably written with blood.

‘I didn’t even get a bloodletter sent by the stalker who made me killed by a car in my previous life.’

It was truly a new experience. Bloodletter, what the hell.

The first blood letter I received in my life felt more uncomfortable than I thought. I don’t know what kind of blood he’s using.

I let go of the letter with only one line written on it and let it fall on the floor.

There was one more letter. And fortunately, this time it wasn’t blood.

To guess, this one was relatively long, so I think there was not enough blood to use.

‘That’s funny to think about.’

[If you don’t want the secret of your wrong blood to be known, come out to XX place right now. However, be sure to come out alone.]

Well, the content itself wasn’t that great.

Bessie looked alternately at the letter with a speechless face and asked me.

“Lady, are you all right?”

“Yeah.”

It was a letter at best. Blood books were a little offensive, but that even wasn’t my blood.

Bessie was angry and tried to get out of the room straight away.

“I’ll let His Excellency know.”

“Wait a minute.”

I caught Bessie once. Then I was lost in thought for a moment.

‘Who the hell is he?’

A strange threatening letter has arrived.

It’s a phrase referring to the secret of wrong blood, by all accounts to the secret of my origin.

But it’s known, it’s already known.

It’s been a long time since a secret became a secret. He sent me a letter of threat that was incredibly useless.

‘What’s inside of his head?’

What is this man’s purpose?

Bessie looked at me in wonder.

“What’s wrong, my lady?”

I organized my thoughts and opened my mouth.

“Well......the letter says to come out alone.”

“What?”

“Will Ash let me go out alone if he finds out?”

“You’re not going out, are you? Alone?”

Bessie freaked out. I smiled reassuringly.

“Ay, no way.”

Then I folded up the letter and put it in my arms.

“May you call Sir Davery now?”

***

Accepting the request of a useless blackmail letter, which is not as threatening as this, is because there is one thing that takes place.

The sender of the letter was strange in many ways.

If he’s well informed, he’ll know that my origins have been revealed

It is normal not to know anything about people in nobility.

By the way, he didn’t know the latter and only the former.

‘If he doesn’t know what’s already spread among the noble, then he’s not a nobleman.....’

I don’t think he’s a nobleman.

Then, the only thing left is common people on the streets who are naturally ignorant of the news of aristocratic society.

‘He knows where I’m from?’

There was something. I don’t know what it is right now, but it’s strangely on my mind.

“Well, it’s rare for Ash to go directly into the battle. So, are you going to do that next time you fight with Ash?”

This is a question I asked without meaning. I think so was the content.

But Sir Davery pondered this question unexpectedly for a long time. Then the answer came a long time later.

“No.”

“.......”

“No, at that time.”

“Really?”

I don’t know what else to say. I wanted to ask why his expression was so serious, but I felt like I shouldn’t ask.

At that time, I saw the place I was aiming for. Phew, timing.

“Sir Davery, you didn’t forget what I said, did you?”

“Yes.”

The destination was a shop. I came in first, and Sir Davery decided to take some time to follow in, pretending not to be at the party.

“Then please.”

The interior of the store was quiet.

As soon as I entered, I was guided by the waiter and sat down by the window.

There was no other order in the letter but to come here.

I think the opponent knows me, so if I sit still, he’ll show up on his own.

And the idea was right.

A moment later a person plopped across from me even though I didn’t give permission.

“Long time no see.”

The opponent opened his mouth like that as soon as he sat down.

I opened my eyes wide.

“You...”

“Isn’t it new to meet you in a place like this, is it?”

“Who are you?”

Who’s this kid?

Why is it so natural for him to pretend to know me when I’ve never seen him before? I thought I’d known him.

The young man, whose voice is young but whose face is so thin that I cannot guess his age, frowned at my words.

“What?”

Wow, that’s what makes him look thinner.

“Now, did you ask me who I am?”

“Yes.”

I guess his ears aren’t dead.

“Who are you?”

The man’s whereabouts were like a sinister. Untidy hair, dirty clothes, somewhat stale smell of mud.

It was amazing that the owner of the store didn’t stop him from entering those skeleton figures. Does he know this store’s owner?

If I recall again, that face is not in my memory anyway.

When I asked again, the man looked at me blankly and soon burst into a laugh as if he was dumbfounded.

Then the next moment, he banged down the table.

“You don’t know me?”

Did Sir Davery come into the store? If I think he’s trying to threaten me, I’ll have to sprinkle some hot tea and yell for him.

But the man didn’t seem to have hit the table intending to threaten me.

He put his right hand on the table and gnashed his teeth.

“You made me look like this, and now, you don’t know?”

Only then did I notice that men’s hands were different from others.

His right hand was clearly short of fingers at a glance.

“Look carefully. Look straight, don’t you know me?”

“You...”

“How’s that? Do you remember a little now?”

“If you want me to recognize you like that, how about just saying your name?”

“Oh, God damn it! I’m Ligaa! Ligaa Kami!”

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