Chapter 150 – Small Changes (12)

Dry reeds swayed like waves and greeted the wind. The road, as desolate as the dry land, stretched endlessly toward the gray sky, and at the end of the road, on the horizon, there was an old castle. The ramparts stretched out arbitrarily like a child copying a monster by shadow play, and the old moss-filled floor showed the age of the castle intact.

A man with a beard and a bowler hat was riding down the road on a skinny donkey. The heavy wagon rattled and was pulled by the donkey. Every time the carriage tilted, a painful voice resounded from inside the carriage.

Help me.

Please take it out.

No one?

The gagged, muffled call for help disappeared with the roar of the wind, like a signal flare thrown into the water. Seong-Eun opened the gate like an angler in the deep sea and ate the wagon and the man.

There was a woman in her window looking down at the wagon with a lofty posture. She stood with her back to the sun, out of the corner of her eye, observing her outside. The windows were made of a thick, low-light material and had a dark light, but her red eyes penetrated the dark, dim window light.

Men tied to chains came out of the wagon that entered the yard. Early 20s. Brown hair and blue eyes. From slavery. They all came from different backgrounds and looked different, but they were men who shared those commonalities. The woman swept her window with her pounding heart, waiting for her ‘guests’ to come up.

*****

“No.”

With a light flick of her hand, the slave rolled across her floor like a windblown straw. Before the slave could say anything, the servant grabbed her slave by the throat and spoke to the woman.

“What should I do with this guy?”

“He, leave it. Change everything else.”

“All right.”

Behind the bearded man was full of slaves beaten by women in the same way. Despite being lightly beaten, they were unable to keep their feet together. Some had missing jaws, others had her nose crushed and blood was dripping from it.

The attendant unfolded the sack with a familiar face and put the slaves in it like garbage.

Help me.

Please take it out.

No one?

The gag was off, but none of them could express themselves properly. They did not understand the misfortune that befell them, and they were doomed to die before they understood their situation. The heavy sack dragged along. The woman brushed her silver hair behind her and began to look through her newspaper.

It was because the international situation had changed a lot these days, so it was necessary to read the newspaper. According to the servant’s words, being as quiet as now could be impossible now.

“Ah, ah… ! Ah… !”

The man collapsed on the floor, crying and screaming. Like a fish that has landed on a pier leaping toward the sea to live, he moved his body toward the light-soaked window.

Did he believe that if he stretched out his hand toward the window, he would get out of here? Foolish yet steadfast, the man continued to crawl forward.

And the woman moved on, leafing through her newspaper. Her thin ankles were wearing black shoes, and each movement made a crackling noise against the marble floor. The contents of her newspaper articles were full of strange things even to her.

Imp Drek – There was a story that a being named Psy was annihilating the army of warriors in the North and making people tremble in fear. She thought it was strange that the woman’s name was Drek-Psy, and she was similar to the Imp K-Psy she had. And, I wondered how the Imps, who thought they were all the size of a rat’s tail, defeated the warrior’s army.

Could it be that there was a branch leader-level demon among the imps?

“Ahhh… !”

The man put his hand on the wall. His skinny fingers were scratching the wall.

The woman flipped through her newspaper. This time the news came from Ithaca, a city in the east. There was news that the powers of Ithaca and the Charlotte Law Office had collaborated to execute corrupt aristocrats.

Among these corrupt aristocrats, there were quite a few acquaintances of the hero and relatives of the Hero family, so it was speculated that the influence of the Hero family in the East would be significantly reduced.

“Ahh! Aaaaa… !”

The man tried to get himself up somehow. No matter how many times he scratched the wall, he couldn’t get up. The man wept as he watched his body keep slipping away. And the woman shifted her gaze to a newspaper published in the East.

Eastern newspapers also covered the execution case in Ithaca in a big way. She skimmed through that part because she had already read it. It covered the same content as newspapers released in the capital, and the writing skills were even worse.

The woman stretched out her hand. Her hands radiated silver energy, and the body of the slave floated to the floor above her.

“Ah, aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!”

The man screamed and struggled, but there was no way out. It was only natural that he would be dragged when she stretched out her hand, just as a stone thrown into a huge hole would fall under her. The man covered in silver mist was grabbed by the hair of a woman before he knew it.

“Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!”

The man tried to resist the woman by waving his hands, but both of her hands were bound by magical powers. Her hands tied tightly behind her and her head held tight as if splinted. The woman held her slave by the hair and opened her mouth.

“Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!”

The man screamed in horror. Because she knew what a woman would do. The woman opened her mouth wide at the top of the man’s head as she read her newspaper article with one free eye. Her sharp teeth gleamed in the light, and the man’s screams stopped.

“Ah… ! 100 million… ! Sigh… !ぅ… !”

Then there was the sound of chewing on her bones. The woman chewed the man’s head with her nonchalant face and then spat out her hair. Her floor was soiled with rolling bone fragments and drops of blood. She takes another bite and bites off the man’s head before she flips through her newspaper once again.

[Today’s Farm]

And the woman fixed her eyes on a newspaper article.

It was an unusual article. It was a newspaper article section that introduced a farm that was attracting attention, which is likely to exist in an area with many ranches and farms like Dongbu. This farm was talking about a vineyard that had recently been taken over by the Florentine family.

The woman picked up and tossed the already unconscious man and picked up her newspaper with both of her hands. She bent over and perused her article.

[Flancia Isabel. She is a very dramatic person. It was because she was born into the family of Plancia, and she lived without any family halo. By order of the family, she divorced the man she married, and she married ‘Evan’, a former slave man whom she loved. She conquered all her local rulers who had ignored her and made her fortune by uniting her vineyards.]

“From slavery…”

Her woman’s face turned red. She stroked her picture with a bright smile on her face. In the photo, Isabel and Evan were smiling warmly. The tightly held hands and the soft atmosphere made it possible to guess the affection between the two.

The woman brushed her hair and hugged her picture tightly.

“Evan. Name now. Evan.”

She kicked her dead body and ran to the crematorium. Although her own reflection was not reflected in her mirror, she sat in front of her dressing table and was busy dressing up. Another attendant, who was walking around her room, asked, sweeping her corpse she had made into her sack.

“Taffy. Are you doing anything good?”

“I found it.”

Taffy said with a bright smile. Her silver hair gleamed, and her eyes, which were once a different color, radiated a brilliant red. The attendant asked.

“Found it, what do you mean? Are you referring to the brown-haired boy by any chance?”

“Are you sure. That’s right. You can tell by looking at it.”

So said Taffy, and she continued to try to make up. But since it wasn’t reflected in her mirror, her makeup was scribbled on her face. The attendant, unable to see Taffy’s clumsy make-up, put her sack beside her and approached her.

“Now, Taffy, I will do it for you. Where is the man?”

Taffy held up her newspaper and showed it. The man looked at the photo of Isabel and Evan in the newspaper and nodded his head.

“You must be a handsome young man.”

“Name now. It’s Evan.”

“Evan, I think your name is cool too.”

The attendant erased the lipstick mark from Taffy’s face with her skillful hand. Taffy smiled as she stamped her feet.

“Evan. Evan. Evan.”

After calling out Evan’s name over and over again, she looked up at her ceiling and said.

“Evan. We live together now.”

The plain ceiling reflected the past. Taffy recalled the miserable past that came into her eyes and Evan, who was a ray of light in her life. Evan.

Evan.

Evan.

“Live together. Evan.”

Her teeth were sharp.

“And.”

She lived as a slave and was even turned into a demon by greedy humans. Other than Evan, no one loved her.

Taffy said with a laugh.

“Let’s get revenge.”

Laughter spread. The attendant corrected her lipstick, which kept crooked whenever she smiled.

“Together. Let’s get revenge Evan.”