Genoese Count.
The lineage of the family is inevitably called Nangzhongjichu (囊中之錐), and they are born with outstanding talents in any one field.
Therefore, the prestige and speed of growth of the family was overwhelming.
In particular, Isabelle Ron-Pierre Genova, at the age of 16, vomited the brilliance of becoming an Apollyon-class elemental wizard.
So, there were many families who wanted to marry the Count of Genoa and mix that lineage with their family, but the Count of Genoa was the only one who continued to show a closed path enough to firmly enforce incest.
There were many people around who secretly criticized the Genoese Count from behind, even though they did not show it on the outside, but on the other hand, there were also a few people who thought that it was worth maintaining the purity of blood while doing so.
Because of that, the lineage of the Genoese Counts stood out without any exceptions.
However, it was not only because of the purity of blood that the Genoese Count showed an extremely closed tendency.
As much as they have the blessing of showing exceptional talent in a certain field, a curse of that price has been binding on them.
An unavoidable, unusual eccentric of Genoese ancestry, who has a seizure at the moment of turning 19 years old when the full moon reaches its full moon.
‘… … ‘
okay.
Leaning back in the carriage, Laura de Charles Rosenberg vividly recalled the memories of her previous life–Isabel Ron-Pierre Genova.
19th birthday.
The unbelievable spectacle of tragedy in which the families gathered at the mansion as if they had made a promise when the full moon rose took them to a basement they could not access because it was not yet the right time.
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My mother, who was kind and dignified, became one with the horned animals and had s*xual intercourse, and although she was blunt, her father, who often smiled at her, devours human flesh… …Isabel tried to run away from the scene of madness where Genoese blood groups came together to completely unravel their eccentricity, but in the end, she was also Genoese.
After visiting an orphanage in the estate, the child she had been especially fond of, found herself after being dragged into human flesh, crying and crying for help, Isabel tortured the child very cruelly and then killed him.
A eccentric who wants to kill those who have good intentions for him.
While shedding tears from the scarce reason left, Isabelle was mad at the pleasures that swarmed in the process of corrupting and destroying the goodwill of the child at the time.
And when the morning came, the rest of the family, except for the faint Isabel, left the basement very calmly and went back to their daily lives.
Isabel, who was laughing like a madman, barely moved until the afternoon and was able to hear the truth about the Genoese family.
Thanks to this, Isabel realized that her family had incestuous marriages, not to preserve the purity of their lineage, but to hide this ugly side.
Although the Genoese blood flowing through her body was disgusting enough to make her nauseous even at any moment, Isabel tried to ignore reality as she saw her family returning to their usual routine as if last night was a dream.
However, the eccentric seizures that follow the full moon over and over have eaten away Isabelle’s spirit, and after struggling for two years to somehow get rid of the curse of the family, she decides to marry her brother soon after her father tells her to marry her. dropped the
To destroy the Genova family from this world.
As a woman, the act of passing on the curse of the family to her child was no different from torture for Isabelle.
So she became a witch.
By killing innocent people, Genova branded her bloodline and killed the royal family so that no matter how deep she hid, her bloodline would inevitably be cut off.
The reason she didn’t kill her own family was that she didn’t deserve it because she was also of the same blood, and she wanted to preserve the reputation of her family.
So Isabel, who worked alone and arbitrarily, covered up all the stigma and died hiding the other side of the family, erasing the Genova family from the world.
Thanks to this, the only blemish of the Genoese family left on the record is the only crime that caused Isabelle, who was called a witch, to be born into the world.
‘I must be the only one who knows this… … ‘
Inside the carriage moving comfortably, Laura couldn’t help but sigh continuously at the unanswered questions.
On my 13th birthday, how shocking were the miserable and ugly memories of my previous life that suddenly came to mind.
In the aftermath, I stuttered, but instead, I felt how happy I am with my current life.
‘I am the only one who fully understands the life of Isabelle Ron-Pierre Genoa. But why was it stolen?’
When she heard the news that the imperial family was putting up Isabelle’s own body from her previous life, Laura wanted to get her hands on it.
In order to make you watch yourself happy from the life you had once again after the miserable moment of your previous life passed.
Of course, as soon as she heard that the Brutein family would participate, she wanted to give up, but when she accidentally got the remarks Fersen had made in the past, Laura saw hope.
To be honest, Laura couldn’t believe that Ferzen had passed down the battle with her skills in a battle where the match was fought with the qualities involved in instantaneous understanding and proficiency using equal power and equal amount of magical power.
That’s right, it’s the Brutein family.
It was believed that many contenders were deliberately defeated in the so-called hospitality method, simply to enhance their reputation.
But Laura lost completely.
Despite a full understanding of the life of Isabelle Ron-Pierre Genova, the body of her ministry was stolen.
‘What the hell… … ‘
His wit to infer that he was a smoker and other evidence from little information was certainly impressive, but it was only a very faint fragment of the life of Isabelle Ron-Pierre Genova.
‘Bad… … !’
Slowly retracing the process, Laura recalled the words Ferzen had muttered involuntarily after removing the pants from the body of Isabelle, herself from a previous life, and checking the crotch.
──You seem to have no male experience. It’s not even discolored.
Her voice was quiet, and her gaze did not contain any emotion, but it was very shameful for Laura, the person involved.
“miss. Are you okay?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
Since she is an albino who quickly turns red, Laura’s nanny has been taking care of her anxiously.
“still… … I’m glad you’re not as eccentric than I thought. He threatened to make the young lady make announcements on a regular basis, but I knew there would be a big flaw as she had never appeared in the social world.”
“That, so… … ”
Nodding her head, Laura leaned back more comfortably.
In any case, the fact that he was hijacked despite having perfect understanding meant that at least his talent as a warlock was beyond imagination.
‘I’m not going to give a lecture in a way that teaches me how to mix my own know-how… … ‘
Even if he has memories of being an Apollyon-class elemental wizard.
It didn’t have a huge impact on the current Laura, who had the qualities of a warlock.
Because the area itself is wrong.
In order to acquire such know-how in the first place, it is barely possible to spend a large sum of money to serve as a private tutor, and then sign a vow not to disclose it through magical powers.
They’ll probably try to bore you with general theories, spit out boring lectures, and evaluate themselves with the right tests.
He is also a typical check-inist, considering that it is still too early to say that it is still too early.
‘I don’t really want to go… … ‘
Rosenberg’s name value is quite famous, so he won’t gossip openly, but anyway, what kind of ridicule would he want to make when he sees himself stuttering?
You won’t learn anything properly.
It’s sure to be a boring life.
However, considering the prestige of the current imperial family, it was impossible to know what disadvantages they would face if they refused admission.
“By the way, the 19th birthday of the young lady cannot be held at the estate. I am very sorry about that.”
“Oh, uh… … ”
Laura flinched slightly at the nanny’s words.
Because the word 19th birthday was a kind of trauma for her.
Of course, there is no Genoese blood flowing through his current body.
So, obviously, nothing will happen.
* * * * *
Unlike Ruerg, looking at the spire-shaped buildings that lined up, Euphemia opened her eyes wide and stepped forward like a kitten adopted into a new home.
“If there is a place you want to see, you can go in. I don’t touch you, I just follow you.”
As crowded as the crowd, I stood behind Euphemia and focused only on her back.
“You don’t have to worry about money.”
“… … ”
Euphemia, who shrugged at my words, paused for a moment, and then proceeded again.
“It’s okay to eat.”
A street vendor who entices passers-by with the sweet smell, where her gaze rests for a moment.
“I am well aware of your gluttony, so even if you fill your stomach a little in advance, it doesn’t matter.”
“It’s humble… … I thought you were going to do something.”
That’s right.
Actually, this body is showing resistance, but it was enough to suppress it.
Thanks to Seojin Lee’s ego, he was able to soften his view on food to some extent.
Frankly, from the point of view of modern people, antique cuisine in the Middle Ages does not look very elegant.
“Would you like to eat too?”
He shook his head.
I have no intention of eating… …
“not. I eat it too.”
The number of meat sticks on the lamb’s skewer is 11.
In this way, I, too, and Saya and Euphemia together make 22.
“3… … 3 This is Bern.”
“No change needed.”
“What?”
The least he had in hand was silver.
3 Bern would have to get 97 fairy tales for change, but I don’t like that number.
You may be asked to present only 96 fairy tales, but I did not want to give information that could be a clue to my obsessive-compulsive disorder in front of Eupemia, so this is the best option.
“I didn’t know it was a waste of money… … ”
Euphemia looked at me with a crazy gaze, but I didn’t care and ate the lamb.
The taste was surprisingly good.
“Eat so that the seasoning does not spill on your clothes.”
“Hey, it’s not quite as good as that.”
She took off her bulky clothes and was wearing a white frilled dress, so it was difficult if the seasoning had fallen off.
Of course, since there was no tuberculosis, it would not matter if the position of the seasoning was symmetrical, but the probability of that would be extremely low.
After giving Gri Brutein a slow tour, I took Euphemia to a nearby restaurant.
Since there were many places in Bruteyn that would circulate that much money, there were quite a few restaurants that offered dishes that were satisfactory enough from Ferzen’s point of view.
“Eupemia.”
“why… … ”
“There is no need to panic in a place like this.”
Looking at Euphemia with her shoulders shrunk in the luxurious interior, I said in a pathetic tone.
“I don’t have enough self-esteem.”
There aren’t a lot of things that I’ve contributed to, though.
“I was very nervous… … ah!”
“… … ? Why?”
“Rice, it’s nothing.”
Euphemia, who was about to pull up a chair to sit down, frowned and raised her hand.
On the middle finger of his right hand, he could see thin drops of blood flowing down from there.
“I think the chair wood has a little grain. It just rubbed over there… … Besides, isn’t it your left hand?”
“… … ”
Seeing me holding her left hand, Euphemia with a puzzled expression spreads her right hand in a bewildered tone.
Yes, I know.
I’m not an idiot, there’s no reason to confuse this.
but… …
“Do not leave for a moment.”
I was about to give more strength to the hand I was holding, as if I had regrets, but I managed to get up and leave the store and go into the small alley in the back and put my forehead on it.
Seeing the wound on the middle finger of my right hand, I almost unconsciously tried to inflict the same wound on Euphemia’s left hand.
If she had done so, she would have been shocked and cried like a seizure.
‘I’m happy if I’m lucky.’
If you get hit on the left cheek, give the right cheek.
If you hit your right cheek, you hit your left cheek too.
However, when she was slapped by Euphemia, she succeeded in striking her to create a diagonal symmetry and felt comfortable.
It’s probably because she’s his wife and he’s in equilibrium with her husband.
Close!
So I raised my left hand and bit my symmetrical middle finger as if chewing it with my teeth.
‘It hurts terribly.’
Unlike stabbing and cutting.
Biting is much more painful.
Take–!
However, I was more than happy to see that the discomfort that seemed to upset my stomach was resolved rather than the pain.
Taking a steady breath, he pressed the middle finger of his left hand to squeeze out all the blood droplets all at once and scatter them on the floor.
Noble self-sacrifice.