As the sun rose, the curtain of night quickly dispersed.
Light shone over the land again.
Sicar, however, had yet to recover from the curfew three days ago.
The sun was already high up in the sky and there weren't that many pedestrians in the city.
As a matter of fact, two days ago, when the viscount's mansion was set ablaze and the respected viscount went missing, the whole of Sicar fell into a state of panic and panic.
If it wasn't for the viscount's younger sister who stepped up and temporarily took over the management of the city, chaos would have broken out.
A lot of people were glad about it.
But a lot more were surprised by it.
No one would have thought the younger sister of the viscount, who lost her husband a long time ago, would possess such capabilities.
People couldn't help but admire the baroness from the bottom of their hearts.
After all, even a man would have a hard time pulling the chaotic city back to order in a short period of time.
Especially the noblewomen who were also women, it seemed like it was the first time they met the baroness. Therefore, when the baroness sent out an afternoon tea party, the noblewomen started to prepare meticulously. The husbands of the noblewomen were even more careful when they tried to present their best side.
Compared to their wives and mistresses, they knew more about the world.
The next morning, after the viscount's death was confirmed, some people in Sicar started to get restless and the bandits around the land of Sicar even rubbed their fists.
However, on the same night, those people disappeared one after another.
The bandits that they contacted also disappeared.
Dead or alive, nowhere to be found.
Then, on the second day, there were still some unreasonable people who jumped out and disappeared as well.
The continuous disappearance was enough for even an idiot to understand what happened.
Therefore, Sicar and the land of Sicar quietened down.
Those who knew the truth looked at the baroness with fear.
She was a vicious woman who disguised herself very well.
A lot of people even speculated that the viscount's death was related to her.
Of course, it was just a thought.
No one dared to say it out loud.
No one wanted her to disappear after all.
The baroness, who many people in Sicar were afraid of, didn't show any delight or calmness like she had everything under control. She paced anxiously in the viscount's mansion.
This room was hers. It had not changed since she got married.
When she came back from visiting her family, she stayed here.
This time, after rushing here from her manor, she returned to this place again.
The baroness couldn't help but furrow her brows when she thought about the changes that happened in just a few days.
His son was missing.
His elder brother was dead.
She was the only direct descendant of House Sicar left.
After confirming this fact, she immediately wanted to seek refuge in Castle Aïtantin.
She would never meet those relatives who harbored evil intentions.
Because that would only bring her surprises.
In fact, he had even died of depression because he was' worried 'about his son and brother.
She knew all too well what those relatives wanted.
Therefore, when the collaborator came to her, she immediately agreed.
She had no choice, did she?
Compared to a bunch of relatives who were like wolves and tigers, she trusted a single God's messenger more, especially when the messenger was gentle, graceful, and handsome.
And the series of events that happened afterwards proved that her choice was not wrong.
That collaborator wiped out those bastards.
She started to take over Sicar unscathed.
However, it wasn't done once and for all.
At least she had to get through the afternoon tea gathering.
However, she wasn't that confident.
She rarely showed herself in front of the public and wasn't used to it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed in the manor for so long.
She was more used to reading.
When she was a young girl, she was used to reading in her room with her dog. After she got married, the habit didn't change. As a matter of fact, her husband loved to read as well.
Both of them enjoyed reading together.
However, her son didn't inherit their reading habits.
Quite the opposite, he loved swords more than books.
Both she and her husband didn't object to it.
She thought her son should be able to make his own choices.
Her husband, on the other hand, thought a boy should learn how to protect himself and his family — he did the same. During a mandatory hunting trip, he was attacked by a brown bear and he carried out his vows.
The baroness's gaze started to drift away.
She thought of her husband again.
That messenger was very similar to her husband.
Not just in terms of looks, but also in terms of temperament.
On top of that, the messenger promised to search for Carl.
'I hope the child is fine!'
The baroness prayed softly.
The God she prayed to wasn't the God of War but …
The Mist!
Before she came into contact with the messenger, unlike her brother, she didn't have any firm beliefs. Most of the time, she just chanted whatever she wanted. If there was a God of Books, she wouldn't mind believing in it as long as the God of Books could provide her with more books.
Now, believing in the Mist was one of the terms of the deal.
Although it sounded like blasphemy to a God, it was really just a deal.
She believed in the Mist and the Mist would provide her with protection.
Compared to leaving her hometown and heading to Aïtantin Castle, believing in a God wasn't that hard, especially when the God wasn't as evil as the rumors said.
So be it, it didn't cost anything anyway.
Dok Dok Dok.
Knocks sounded on the door.
The baroness, who had been waiting for a long time, opened the door without a second thought.
Bloody Mary was standing outside the door with a smile.
"Good afternoon, Baroness Nord."
Bloody Mary bowed respectfully.
Nord was the surname of her husband's family. After she married, Erin Sicar became Erin Nord.
After Baron Nord's accidental death, Erin Nord inherited her husband's title and land — because the viscount of Sicar didn't have any children, her son was destined to inherit everything from the viscount.
"Good afternoon, Simon."
The baroness greeted.
Despite the anxiety in her heart, the baroness maintained her perfect manners at the moment. She didn't lift the hem of her dress, which was unique to unmarried ladies. Married or widowed ladies would be seen as frivolous if they did so. They chose a more conservative way of greeting with a smile. She didn't need to bend her knees, stood straight, put her hands on her tummy, and nodded with a smile.
If she bent her knees, she would be facing the superior.
Given her identity as a baroness and the fact that she was about to inherit the land of Sicar, only Aïtantin VI in the whole of the Northern Land could afford such a high etiquette.
As for the rest?
Some of them were of the same rank.
Most of them had to bow to the baroness.
"Are you nervous?"
After Bloody Mary closed the door, it sounded relaxed, as if it was chatting with a friend.
It was what it realized in the past few days. As long as it treated her as a friend, most of the time, the baroness would lower her guard and become friendly.
Of course, there shouldn't be any lies.
Her intelligence far surpassed most people's imagination.
She had read tens of thousands of books and had knowledge that commoners didn't have.
Although she didn't practice most of the time, it was still praiseworthy.
At least, Bloody Mary couldn't sit there for more than a dozen hours to read a book.
Its boss, on the other hand, had a similar interest, but it was also because of the power in the books, it wasn't as pure as the baroness.
"Mm.
It's been a while since I've faced such a situation.
In fact, other than my marriage, I've never faced such a situation before. "
The baroness didn't hide anything from the friendly Simon.
"Just treat them as pumpkins.
Unimportant pumpkins. "
Bloody Mary said with a smile.
"But pumpkins don't mean harm."
The baroness smiled bitterly.
People always lacked confidence in something they weren't good at.
The baroness was no exception.
If it was reading and memorizing, she had the confidence to beat everyone.
"Believe me, they don't mean harm either."
Bloody Mary assured her.
It wasn't some perfunctory or comforting words, it was the truth.
This was a mission given to it by its boss, of course it wouldn't let it fail.
They were just a bunch of bastards with ulterior motives but no strength.
Bloody Mary was best at dealing with these kinds of bastards.
When it pressed these bastards on the ground and rubbed them against each other, they wouldn't even resist.
"Mm."
Looking at the gentle 'Simon', the baroness nodded slightly.
"Do you want to see Carl?"
Bloody Mary suddenly said.
"You guys found him?"
The baroness asked in surprise.
"Yes, I did.
But he isn't in a good state.
"He was cursed by the Resting Deer. Although the Resting Deer was killed by my lord, the power of the curse didn't vanish. In fact, it became even harder to deal with."
Carl and the power of the curse have fused into one!
In simple words, if my lord forcefully dispels the curse, Carl will die as well! "
Bloody Mary explained.
It had quite an impression of the Skeleton Knight that it had met a few times before.
One needed to know, not any random person had the qualifications to make Bloody Mary take a bullet.
"Can I see him?"
The baroness asked.
"Of course.
"But you need to be mentally prepared."
Bloody Mary kindly reminded Kieran.
It knew what kind of person the baroness was.
In fact, it had seen a lot of people like her around its boss.
As long as they could maintain a basic living standard, with electricity, internet, a phone, and a computer, they could spend the rest of their lives in any room.
They were the extremely harmless kind.
It was also the biggest reason why its boss chose Carl.
It wasn't worried that Carl would have any bad intentions or ulterior motives.
"Very well!"
The baroness hesitated for a moment before she nodded.
Carl then walked in with a full set of black armor and a helmet. Behind him were Shegal and Forv, the two young men who had just become the leader of the city guards and the leader of the personal guards of the viscount's mansion.
"My lord."
The two young men bowed and stood on both sides of the door like door guardians.
Carl, on the other hand, stood in front of the door, hesitating.
Of course, he saw his mother.
Before he came, the two young men had explained a lot.
But …
When he really stood in front of his mother, Carl was still afraid.
After all, he had turned into a wicked person.
"Carl?!"
The baroness jolted for a while before she confirmed that it was really her son.
The son she gave birth to when she was 15, the one who was naughty and mischievous, the one who sneaked into the patrol team when he was 16, the one who never listened to her, the one who thought he could take care of things on his own.
Two steps forward, the baroness touched Carl's visor.
She didn't lift her son's visor.
That was because she felt her son trembling again.
It was fear. Fear.
Fear that she would see him like this.
Fear that he would lose her.
"Don't worry.
I am your mother, I know what you are thinking and I won't force you. Besides, the curse is not unbreakable. "
The baroness said softly.
Carl wanted to tell his mother that his current state had nothing to do with the curse, but he couldn't, let alone he had lost the ability to speak.
In the end, Carl nodded.
For the next hour or so, the baroness didn't stop talking, she kept telling Carl what happened to her recently.
Carl listened in silence.
Bloody Mary was smart enough to leave the room for the time being.
It wasn't until the maid came to inform Carl that the tea party was about to begin that Bloody Mary knocked on the door again.
"Baroness Nord, the tea party is starting soon."
Bloody Mary reminded the baroness.
"I'm ready."
The baroness walked out of the door and stood in front of Bloody Mary. She looked at it with a pleading gaze and said, "Simon, can you come with me? We don't have to walk side by side, just watch me from the corner. "
"Of course."
Just in case, Bloody Mary had to stay invisible at the side.
With the baroness' invitation, it couldn't be better.
"Great!"
The baroness jumped in joy. Dressed in formal attire, she was accompanied by the maid.
Shegal and Forv bowed to the oracle before they quickly followed behind Kieran.
Carl stood on the spot without moving, staring at Bloody Mary. His soul fire was jumping in a complicated manner.
"What's wrong?"
Bloody Mary asked straightforwardly.
"You said you saved me because you saw my pain and you are willing to bear my pain."
Carl communicated with Bloody Mary in the way of the dead.
"Yes, my brother.
"I don't mind carrying your pain."
Whether in the past, now or in the future. "
Bloody Mary showed its warm smile again.
"Then take care of my mother for me.
I don't want her to suffer again.
In exchange, I will pray to the Mist day and night. "
Carl replied.
"You must address him as my lord."
Bloody Mary reminded Carl.
"I will pray to my lord day and night, for you and my mother."
Carl then turned around and headed to the afternoon tea party.
Of course, he couldn't attend the tea party openly.
But he didn't mind protecting his mother in the shadows.
If anyone dared to jump out, he wouldn't mind dragging them to the graveyard for a heart-to-heart talk, to see if their hearts were red or black.
"For me and your mother?"
Bloody Mary felt weird about Carl's words, but it couldn't pinpoint what was weird about it.
Then, it was happy to find that it had found a powerful helper for its boss.
More importantly, after this tea party, the whole of Sicar would become its boss' backyard, providing endless manpower for its boss and alleviating his biggest shortcoming.
At the same time, it started to plan the expansion of the Mist religious sect.
How could a mere Sicar be a match for its boss?
The outskirts of Mozaar.
The center of the Northern Land, Aïtantin Castle.
In fact, the entire Northern Continent should be shrouded in a dense fog.
Only then would it be a good match for its boss.
'I am really the best follower of my boss!'
Bloody Mary walked towards the tea party in delight.
Since it had promised someone, it had to keep its promise.
It wasn't a demon that went back on its words.
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