—Don't move.
The barrier that has just been activated is the lowest level of those installed in this house.
If you provoke Mr.
Cyril, something bigger will come.
Olive said.
His gaze was cold.
Olive kicked Godfrey's ankle.
—Ugh!
Godfrey fell to the ground.
Olive climbed on top of him and pressed an acupuncture point on his neck.
—Paralysis completed.
-Begin.
-Yeah.
Olive nodded.
He whispered with an expressionless face:
—I inform you in case you have any hope.
I know more than a hundred ways to torture a person to death without leaving a single wound on their body.
There won't be a trace, so enjoy without worries.
We will treat you as an honored guest.
—Aaah, aah, aah!
Olive began to press every part of Godfrey's body.
A scream, on the verge of breaking, came from Godfrey's mouth.
—Stop it, Olive.
He already understood.
I don't want to hear a pig squeal.
Cyril said, making a gesture of wiping his ear.
Olive stopped what she was doing.
The other men also collapsed to the ground.
Most were already unconscious.
Only Godfrey was staring at Cyril with wide eyes.
—Godfrey, you idiot.
You were the one who attacked first.
If you plan to file a complaint, keep this in mind.
We will go to a countersuit.
Cyril said smiling.
At this moment, Violet and Godfrey's gazes met.
Godfrey's bloodshot eyes were filled with blood-curdling fury.
Cyril also saw Violet, who was standing in the space between the living room and the dining room.
—Try approaching my niece one more time.
Cyril whispered.
And he gestured to Olive.
Olive, as if she were handling the ingredients she bought for dinner (Violet had once seen her carrying a huge piece of salted meat on her shoulder), began to move the men one by one and throw them into the cargo cart.
—Are these people alive?
Violet hurried to follow Olive and asked her.
Olive looked Violet up and down and said,
—Don't worry and go finish your breakfast.
Proper nutrition is the basis of training.
—But… wait, where are you going to take them?
—We will try to leave them in a place as far away and deserted as possible.
Very far from the capital.
—…
—This way they will feel worse when they wake up.
And they will also be grateful for the mercy of not being buried.
—Yes, teacher.
Violet responded without thinking with reverence.
And when he was about to turn around, he felt that something was missing.
My uncle Cyril was pure madness today.
Olive too.
But after all, he is my father and my enemy.
Violet approached her father, who was lying in the back of the cargo cart in a lump.
—Father, I know that your entire body is paralyzed, but you are conscious.
In that sense, I'll tell you something.
Violet whispered and continued:
—Eln warehouse, accounting book number 33-2, taxes, embezzlement, the amount is 700 gold coins per month.
—Ugh, ack!
Ugh!
Godfrey's eyes widened, barely making a sound.
—If it bothers my uncle Cyril, I will scatter that ledger in the market myself.
I know more than you think.
—…
—As a daughter, I should know all of my father's misdeeds, right?
Violet straightened up.
Violet only had copies of part of Godfrey's accounting books.
This was because he had only taken a look at a portion of the books in the safe in Godfrey's study.
But he purposely let Godfrey imagine it.
So he wouldn't know exactly how much she knew.
This was pretty close to the manual of a good villainess.
Violet was proud of her growth.
Of course, he was still a long way from monsters like his uncle Cyril, the human villain, or Ash.
And Violet took the wallet out of her father's pocket.
She emptied it completely, down to the last silver coin, and put it in her pocket so that he would be even more frustrated when she regained movement.
—Father, think that you paid support for your children.
I will use it well to live a life of mindless luxury, like Marigold.
Violet returned the empty wallet and said kindly.
If luxury is not buying basic necessities, you can use it however you want.
Violet decided to buy her favorite novels and donate the leftover money.
-Well done.
I will loot other people's wallets.
Olive smiled weakly and started the carriage.
Violet waved her hand until the carriage disappeared from sight.
She felt very refreshed.
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The crown prince's ball was approaching.
—Ash, we agreed to leave the academy together, but is this the principal's office?
Today Violet was wearing a dress with a subtle gold sheen and long white gloves.
At this moment, the people in the audience applauded and cheered.
A play was about to begin on stage.
—In front, is the person to whom we must deliver the documents.
Violet stretched.
A bald man in luxurious clothes was laughing and talking to people.
Violet frowned.
It was Herbert, who had been on Marigold's side until the end, even when his guilt in the incident was evident.
—Although the academy is a very important place as an educational institution in the Empire, it is also a place that supports the power of the imperial family.
All students at the academy receive their education through the grace of the imperial family.
The academy also educates that way.
Therefore, the position of director of the academy is occupied by people who are favorable to the emperor.
—Aren't the directors former teachers?
—Even if they are former teachers, most of them are people who care more about appearances.
-…I understand.
—There is not a single director who is a renowned academic.
That's why it's so easy to manipulate ratings.
—Like Marigold, for example...
—That's right, for those who have connections with the imperial family, or are related to its power, teachers give grades at their discretion based on assignments.
If you think about it logically, it was strange.
Let the homework done at home replace the end-of-semester exams.
—Is that why you defended her so much?
—He who dares to touch an old practice will surely regret it.
Ash responded nonchalantly.
Violet smiled bitterly.
—It doesn't matter, we're going to leave it anyway.
—Yes, you are right, by the way, Violet.
—…
—Why don't we both leave it right now?
Ash said as if he was amused.
A singer came on stage and the music started.
The moment the singer began to sing, Violet saw something strange above Herbert's head.
A small balloon floated and approached the director.
And just as it hovered over Herbert's head...
BOOM!
The balloon exploded and a multitude of envelopes fell on Herbert's head.
-What is this?!
Aaaah!
Herbert jumped up and screamed.
-What's that?
People were murmuring.
The last envelope to fall on Herbert's head was a white envelope.
The show on stage had stopped due to the sudden situation.
Herbert opened the envelope, tearing it into pieces.
And he looked around.
—Is that our resignation notice?
-Of course.
"So what's in the other pamphlets?"
—A protest about the lack of financial transparency of the academy's administration, and a list of questions about the way grades are given, which you just talked about.
Ash said, standing up from his seat.
Violet instinctively took Ash's hand.
At first, people were stunned to see what had happened to Herbert.
But when they realized that the mysterious incident was only a protest against Herbert and the academy, and not an attack on people or a danger, some people began to laugh, turning away.
Violet walked hand in hand with Ash.
Without anyone asking him, his steps became happily faster.
—Ash, when I'm with you, my life is chaos.
Honestly, I'd say it's fun.
Violet said, walking quickly.
-Glad to hear it.
I live for your fun.
Ash said.
—I feel very relieved right now.
But seriously, why?
You have more to lose than me.
—I like to ruin and destroy things.
—Is that why you help me?
—Yes, it made me want to ruin your miserable life too.
What would a miserable life become if it was ruined?
Most likely, he would become happy.
In the end, Violet couldn't contain herself and burst out laughing.
—Have we really left school because of this?
—As there are procedures, I left two resignation notices in the principal's office, including yours.
That night, a small incident involving Herbert was briefly featured, without photos, in the evening paper.
Herbert was said to be so embarrassed by the incident that he refused to reveal the names of the people involved.
The incident ended without further ado, leaving only fun.
…To be continued