—Damn, really!
I'm going to kill them all!
What do I do, what am I going to do?!
The room was a disaster.
Marigold, unable to contain her anger, was throwing away the cosmetics and now beginning to sob.
—Enough, what are you going to solve by crying?
—Then you solve it, mom.
Do you know what that stupid Violet is doing at school?
Suddenly, the Winter Queen!
He sure does it to bring me down!
In reality, Violet had been doing Marigold's job.
Marigold didn't even know how to use a mana circuit properly.
Of course, the reason why Herbert and Sierra protected her was only because of their influences.
Even so, they could not ignore each other's reputations.
Marigold was also called to the academy early today.
(Until this incident calms down, please do not allow Miss Marigold to attend with the excuse of mental illness.)
That was the kind suggestion Marigold received from Herbert.
Edgar, if he finds out about this, what am I going to do?
The crown prince, Edgar, and she were not yet in an official relationship.
If Marigold's reputation deteriorated, the crown prince could change his mind in the blink of an eye.
-Even so!
How dare you grab a girl you've never seen before in front of everyone?!
Paula said with exasperation.
Walking out of the principal's office, Marigold saw a girl with two pigtails putting up posters with Violet's portrait.
Marigold lost her mind and yelled at the girl to stop.
(You, what do you have against me to do this!)
(My name is not you, it's Marin.
What can I have against you?
You should review your own behavior.)
The girl who identified herself as Marin chuckled and continued with her work.
In the end, Marigold couldn't stand it and grabbed Marin by the shoulder.
Marin broke free and the situation turned into a struggle.
Marigold lost.
People saw her with her hair disheveled and dazed.
—Snif, I'm really, really angry.
How could Violet do this to me?
You don't know what gratitude is!
Mom and dad picked her up from an orphanage and raised her until now.
How can you do this?
Ugh, aah!
Marigold acted like a five-year-old, even though Paula had hired all kinds of tutors to teach her manners.
Paula had a headache.
—That girl is nothing.
It seems like he's now hanging out with lower-class people from the academy and getting out of control, but it's all out of jealousy.
When you are the crown princess, who will tell you something?
—That, but…
—We'll have to call them.
Hearing that, Marigold's eyes widened.
—To the sisters?
—Yes, to the sisters of our sect who baptized you.
They are skilled at cursing, they will surely find a way to help you.
Do you remember?
They turned you into a spiritualist.
—It's true, if they come, it will be enough...
Marigold smiled.
—But are you really going to leave Violet like this?
Dad said if we left her, she would crawl back.
But look what he's doing!
-Don't worry.
Your father already located her.
Surprisingly, he crawled to Cyril's house.
—The eccentric Uncle Cyril?
Didn't you say that even if I felt a little sorry for Violet, I would never accept her?
"So when your father bothers her a few times, he'll throw Violet out." And when they bring her back home this time, we'll give her the hell she deserves.
—Punish her severely so that she crawls in fear.
OK?
So that all these damn rumors disappear.
Marigold, despite having spoken, was not relieved and finally burst into tears again.
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—Yes, it seems like you're in quite a bit of trouble.
He had already finished breakfast and was drinking tea.
—Did you see it, uncle?
—You've been in the newspaper for days, how could I not find out?
—I'm also very ashamed.
I warned you in advance, but anyway, do you think I'm causing you trouble?
Cyril looked at Violet for a moment.
—You seem more alive, niece.
—…I guess so.
Violet said softly.
To be honest, I felt a sense of relief and satisfaction.
It wasn't bad.
"So what else do you ask?" Keep doing what you do.
Cyril folded the newspaper.
Violet smiled.
—There is an unwanted guest.
At this time, Olive walked over silently and said.
Not a guest, but an unwanted guest.
Violet frowned.
I had a bad feeling.
Cyril wiped his mouth elegantly with his napkin.
—I know who it is.
You wait and don't go out.
Cyril said.
Violet nodded.
Cyril left the dining room.
Violet followed him silently to listen to the two's conversation.
—Damn, you dare to betray me!
Come out, Cyril!
The one screaming at the top of his lungs was none other than Violet's father, Godfrey.
Violet closed her eyes tightly.
—Why are you screaming so loud to break my eardrums?
Speak more quietly, I can hear you well.
"How dare you be so insolent, brat!" Give me the girl right now!
—Which girl are you referring to?
Cyril responded calmly.
—To my daughter, Violet!
—She is an adult and decided to live in our house of her own free will.
Damn, how do you expect her not to sue for abuse?!
Please be more objective.
—Then there is nothing to say.
Godfrey said.
Heavy footsteps were heard.
Hearing that, Violet couldn't help but peek out.
Father, that bad man even brought his guards!
Since he had money, he was probably able to get mercenaries.
At this moment, Godfrey saw Violet.
—Violet, come home right now!
That?
Lawsuits?
I thought you would come back on your own and I left you, but...
are you doing this relying on Cyril?
—It's not 'this', I do it because I think it's the right thing to do.
Violet suppressed her anger and responded coldly.
"How dare you stand in Marigold's way!" How envious are you, girl?
Envy.
The fact that he thought she was doing this because of that kind of feeling towards Marigold.
If I speak, I will let myself be carried away by him.
Violet concentrated the aura on her fingertips.
If necessary, I will have to knock them all out.
I could do it.
No, I had to do it.
But...
—In this house will you confront me?
Cyril smiled, as if he found it amusing.
And the house began to shake slowly.
Why is dust falling from the ceiling right now?
Violet stared into space in a daze.
"I'm too busy to kindly explain my profession to you, but I'll only tell you one thing." I am a first-class barrier dissipator.
Do you think there isn't a single barrier in my house?
—Ugh, a-aaah!
The men began to scream.
Blue and red lights came from the ceiling.
Some men had their necks and legs entangled in tentacles that came from all directions.
Their faces turned white with pain as they choked out screams.
Mana Circuits… right?
No, it's a little different...
The mana circuits I know are square, but these are round.
They were magic circles that were only seen in ancient times.
Magic circles were engraved on the ceiling and floor of Cyril's house.
Looking at them closely, the shape was interesting.
They changed color and letters could be seen between the lines.
Man, you are amazing...
The only one who was intact was Godfrey, who was close to Cyril.
But Godfrey couldn't move either.
This was because Olive, who had appeared from behind, had put a dagger to his neck.
…To be continued