Chapter 152 – Taffy (2)

The wheel of the wheel was rolling around in the shape of a person with arms outstretched. We crossed the old wasteland on a stream supported by four wooden shepherds. The twilight sunlight poked its head out through the mountains, blurring the movement of the reeds, and Sophia exclaimed in admiration at the dance of the waving grass.

“Master! Look! It’s so amazing!”

She twitched her tail and looked out her window, but I couldn’t sympathize with Sophia. I keep looking at the letter in her hand with a strange expression on my face, neither crying nor laughing.

[Evan]

[Evan]

[Evan]

[B, No. 13]

A short sentence and the address written below it. The kind letter asking me to come see him made me feel strange. Even when I first entered the facility and learned to read, she hadn’t learned to read properly. She was very poor at reading and writing, and her handwriting was scruffy like an earthworm crawling.

My hand always trembled because it was hard to hold a pencil, and the sentences I wrote were always badly spelled. Issue 13 says she doesn’t know how to read, and she always begs me to read her. Her children’s book, which she brought, ended with a wonderful prince rescuing a princess trapped in a castle.

Sometimes the castle was guarded by a dragon, and sometimes it was a place guarded by a terrifying demon king. After reading the book, we had quite a few silly conversations. #13 always said she wanted to be a princess. The reason was simple. Because the princess didn’t have to work and could eat a lot of delicious food.

“Master, look over there! It’s a castle! Castle!”

I heard Sophia’s cry and poked my head out the window. Certainly, the shadowy castle was visible. Because of the dark windows that did not transmit light, it was as if the entire castle was made of shadows. I said to Sofia.

“Sophia. You know the story of the princess trapped in the castle? There were many fairy tales like that in the past. A story about a princess trapped in a castle and a hero going to save it.”

Sophia looked out with her hips out, then sat back in her chair in the carriage and said,

“Huh. I know. The stories are all the same. I liked it when I was younger, but as I got older, I got bored and stopped watching it. But what about that story?”

“It just reminded me of that because I was suddenly looking at that castle.”

When Sophia heard that, she smiled and nodded her head.

“I know. It’s like a castle where demons live. It’s in a very remote place, so why does that woman named No. 13 live in a place like this?”

I was startled when she mentioned her demons, but shook her head. No matter how much it is, there can’t be two people who were demons in one group. Obviously, the castle name was eerie and this letter was also suspicious, but there was no way that she was a demon. Even if she was a demon, there was no way she would harm me.

Because in the past we were really close. I don’t want to bring feelings from the past to the person in the present, but I believed that our bond was strong enough to make 10 years worthless. No, I wanted my friendship with No. 13 to continue as it is. Because I broke up with No. 5 without being able to communicate properly with each other.

Because when I meet No. 5 again, I don’t think we’ll be able to meet with a smile.

“Welcome.”

The heavy iron gate was painted black to match the appearance of the castle. It was clean with no rust, but the too neat paintwork rather gave me a sense of incongruity. Sophia also touched the iron door and said.

“It was painted very neatly. It looks like it was painted with magic. There must be a skillful wizard.”

“Has Number 13 become a wizard?”

Whatever she was, she was relieved to know that she was not a slave. When her situation changes, the relationship is reversed. I wanted her to live a happy life of her own, free from her enslavement, and I didn’t want her to seek me out for salvation or begging.

Although the mansion was in a rather odd location, no landlord ever made personal letters to be sent to the “Slaves” Who lived in such places. I felt good because number 13 seemed to be living well in its own way. When I raised the corner of my mouth a little, Sophia pokes my cheek and plays with me.

“Master. Are laughing Did you feel better all of a sudden?”

“Uh. I feel better.”

I smiled and nodded. Where the carriage stopped, an antique gentleman wearing a bowler hat bowed his head.

“Welcome. I was waiting. Evan. Are you right?”

I nodded. The old gentleman’s eyes scanned my whole body, then moved to Sophia. The corners of her eyes twitched slightly, so she asked me a question.

“Who is the person next to you? … I know her wife, whom I saw in the newspaper, as Miss Plancia Isabel.”

“My exclusive maid. Her wife was too far to get here, so I couldn’t bring her.”

Driving all the way to the remote wastelands of the East, meeting her husband’s old lady, did not seem to be a pleasant trip for Isabel. So, on this trip, I was only bringing Sophia, who had been begging me to go with her. The old gentleman nodded her head and said.

“All right. You must have been very tired from coming all the way here, but Miss Sophia will guide you to her room right away.”

“I am?”

The old gentleman looked at me and said.

“Evan-sama, would you wait in the drawing room for a while? The lady said she wanted to meet me as soon as she came…”

“Doesn’t care.”

“All right. Well, Miss Sophia. Please come this way.”

“Yes-!”

Sophia answered in her pleasant voice, then turned her head and looked at me. She whispered to me

“She seems like a very well educated person. The woman named No. 13 must be rich.”

“It’s better if you’re rich. You won’t be living happily ever after It’s nice to see a friend who is finally living a normal life after seeing only the messy lives.”

“Master. Is she gonna fuck that number 13 too?”

“Are you eating? I? My friend?”

I shook my head. Number 13 was my friend. He was a child with whom he had spent his childhood and shared the most beautiful days. There’s no way you can fuck a woman like that. Sophia looked at me with her puzzled face, and I said,

“At that time, there is a good expression for making love.”

If you agree, it’s not like eating. It was all about making love. I wanted to face the grown-up No. 13. Although younger than me, she was an adult. Even as a child, she was a child who was told that she was as pretty as a doll, so I could be sure that she would be even more beautiful now.

We will have a rather heartwarming talk in bed. They would touch each other’s breasts, rub their genitals, and spit out terrible memories. After counting the colorful patterns on the ceiling and hugging each other tightly, we didn’t even know that we would go beyond friends and become ‘family’.

“This way.”

Sophia got off first and followed the old gentleman, and I got out of the carriage next. Another servant appeared and told me.

“I will guide you to the drawing room.”

I nodded and followed him.

*****

The drawing room had the atmosphere of a furniture store that had never been prepared to receive guests. Furniture took a defiant attitude towards the interior, and the ceiling was dusty. Cobwebs in the corner and dust on the window frame indicated that this room had never been used for receiving guests.

“Sorry. Since we moved in and started living in this mansion, we haven’t had a single guest reception…”

Seeing my shocked expression, the servant smiled and apologized. It wasn’t something he should apologize for, so I just nodded moderately and looked around. A house that was strange to see from the outside was also strange to see from the inside. A shady, soggy aura pervaded the whole house, and all the servants were muscular, as if they had been plucked from a military camp, and their skins were strangely pale, as if they had been plastered.

There was also a strange smell of blood in the air of the mansion. I couldn’t tell if it was because it was slaughtered indoors or if it was a real person, but the smell of blood was subtle, as if a rusty piece of metal had been brought in front of my nose.

The servant standing in front of me was short and tall like a frog. His arms and legs were tightly packed with muscles, so it looked like he could deflect an arrow. As I dusted the sofa and sat down, he said.

“You just have to wait a little bit. Hehe… !”

He rubbed his palms together and spoke in a businesslike tone. Every time I see something like this, I get a strange feeling. It was because the whole mansion felt like some kind of trick or trap. The reason why I didn’t bother looking for a trap was because I was confident in getting out of this mansion no matter what happened, and because I believed that the number 13 that summoned me would be the same as before.

Now that I have become quite strong, it was difficult to capture alive unless a northern minority or a devil like a branch leader appeared. I sat on the sofa and waited for the next meeting. Just when the servant’s smirk and the sound of his palms rubbing annoyed me, someone knocked on the door and said,

“Evan. The lady is waiting for you.”

Miss.

I thought it was a funny expression. I walked, enjoying the feeling of being a prince. The fairy tale adorns the first page with the image of a prince walking towards a castle. It must have started like this.

[Once upon a time, there lived a princess imprisoned in a castle. The brave prince ran towards the castle to save the princess.]

Then the door opened, and silver hair fluttered in the dim light. Red eyes glared at me in the gloomy shadows. White dress and silver hair.

Her face was the same as I knew it.

“Evan.”

And her eyes.

It was a little redder than I remembered.