I'm a Villainess but So Popular

Episode 82

Translator : Missme

Editor : Aru

“Duke Ale Club, I got your message. I contact you as soon as I check.”

As I spoke with my mouth close to the shining yellow pumpkin, I could hear the voice of the Duke of Ale Club.

<i>-Yeah, you did a good job. I thought I should let you know, so I called you in a hurry. You seem a little excited. Calm down and listen.</i>

Count Postade was imprisoned at the Wiltern prison in the Ale Club territory.

After a riot at the Academy, Leon was confined in the capital’s central prison.

However, due to capacity problems, he was expected to be imprisoned in Wiltern prison for a month.

About 15 days after he was imprisoned in the same prison as his mother, all of them were founded dead.

‘What the hell is going on?’

I clenched my fist and chewed my lips.

I was angry at the fact that Countess Postade, who abused Yerine and tried to take her position, died without paying the full price for her sins.

There, Leon really tried to kill me.

If I hadn’t been careful, I might have felt the pain of dying by getting my skin cut with the knife.

‘I was going to make Leon pay for his sins this time.’

Leon’s trial was about to take place.

Everybody told me he was going to rot in prison for the rest of his life.

‘You’re a coward to the end.’

My teeth sharpened on its own.

<i>-The guard on patrol found Countess Postade dead in her cell last night.</i>

“And then, Leon Postade was also found dead?

<i>-Yes. Not long after Countess Postade’s body was found, he was also found dead.</i>

I can’t believe that that mother and son were found dead at the same time.

It was so strange.

“Was Leon dead in his cell?”

<i>-Yes, each of them was dead in their own cell</i>

“What’s the cause of their death?”

At my question, the Duke of the Ale club paused and said.

<i>– It’s because of excessive bleeding.</i>

“What? Both of them?”

<i>-Yeah.</i>

Both Leon and Countess used solitary cells.

It was unexpected that a person in a solitary confinement cell died of excessive bleeding.

“Did you hurt yourself? Or were they murdered?”

The Duke of the Ale club did not answer for a while, but she straightened her voice and went on speaking.

<i>– First of all, the investigation team said it was highly likely that they were killed.</i>

Her voice was as heavy as a rock.

<i>-And when I saw the body myself, I thought it was reasonable to say that they were killed.</i>

Who on earth did this?

‘Is there anyone else besides me who would have a grudge against the Postade family?’

It wasn’t that there wasn’t a possibility because they did so many bad things to others.

<i>-It wasn’t a wound that could be caused by self-harm unless someone was in control.</i>

“What?”

The Duke of the Ale club was still calm.

But through her voice over the pumpkin, I noticed at once that she was feeling disgusted.

“How the hell is the condition of the……..?”

<i>– The damage to both of them was really serious.</i>

“Were the bodies torn?”

<i>-Yes. It was as if it had been bitten by the teeth of an animal. It was similar to a wound from a series of high-intensity attack magic.</i>

What? It seemed like it was bitten by an animal’s teeth?

In a prison with strict security, it is possible for a person trapped in solitary confinement to suffer such a wound?

<i>– Considering the magic power Leon Postade showed at the appointment ceremony, he couldn’t use magic with that much power. There’s also control magic in the prison, so prisoners can’t use magic. </i>

After all, it was not self-harm using attack magic.

‘And if those humans are trying to survive, they won’t know, they can’t die themselves.’

He opened his mouth thinking so.

“I see. It’s unlikely, but is it possible that an outside animal broke into a prison? Like a beast or something?”

<i>-There’s a possibility, but I’m not sure.</i>

In the voice of the duke of the Ale club, there was an unusual confusion.

<i>– I can confidently say that the Wiltern Prison maintains as much security as the Capital Central Prison. Not because it’s in my territory, but in my own objective view.</i>

“No, I agree. I don’t think they’d let that kind of beast break into the prison. I don’t really know.”

With a sigh, I replied in a slightly weakened voice.

“First of all, thank you for letting me know right away, Duke of the Ale Club. I think I’ll have to wait and see the results of the investigation.”

The Duke of the Ale club agreed in a calm, soft voice.

<i>– I think so, too. I think it’s a little early to conclude…….</i>

The voice of the duke of the Ale club who was talking suddenly cut off in the middle.

And there was a <i>“bruk”</i> sound during the call as if she had dropped the phone.

“Duke?”

But beyond the amber, there was no answer.

‘What, is it malfunctioning?’

I turned the pumpkin around, but it looked fine.

As soon as I cut off the connection and tried to contact the Duke of Ale Club again, her voice came back.

<i>– Yerine?</i>

“Ah, Duke!”

<i>– I’m sorry, I got a call from the prison in the middle, so I rushed to pick it up.</i>

“A call?”

The Duke of Ale club was breathing hard like a man in a hurry, and her voice trembled a little.

<i>-Yeah, and I think you should know this, too.</i>

Her words made my eyes wide open.

“Can you tell me what it is?”

– Last time, the inspection team measured the mana, they said there was a human mana left on the skin of the Postade mother and son

The remaining traces of mana meant that it was not a beast who attacked Leon and Countess Postade.

“So, you’re saying it wasn’t a beast, right? So you’re not really saying that they did self-harm?”

<i>– I don’t know that yet. But I found another important thing.</i>

The Duke of the Ale club continued her talk in a split voice.

<i>– The mana found on Countess Postade and Leon Postade’s body had declined sharply from the figures previously identified.</i>

The more I listened to, the more I couldn’t catch up with it.

On the same day, they were killed by the same technique, but their mana was equally reduced.

There are so many strange things, but the intention or identity of the killer was not at all noticeable.

‘If the mana has decreased, it would be possible in the first place…… .’

At that moment the blood from head to toe seemed to cool off.

A cut tore by a sharp tooth.

The reduced mana that happened there.

No way.

<i>-I’m not sure what the hell happened. That’s all I got.</i>

“……..”

<i>-I’ll call you again when I get the final results. Please wait a little while until then.</i>

“…….”

<i>– Yerine?</i>

I couldn’t hear the Duke of the Ale club.

I couldn’t move my lips a bit.

I was staring blankly at the front, but it was not the front view of the office that unfolded before my eyes.

The afterimage of the black monster who fought against me in the Academy bothered me.

“I’m sure it was then…….”

<i>-Huh? What?</i>

The black monster’s mouth was closely studded with sharp teeth.

And the monster aimed for my eyes which overflowed with mana.

<i>– Yerine? Can you hear me well?</i>

I put my hand around my mouth, chewing on my lips.

It occurred to me that it might be the monster of the time that killed the Postade mother and son.

I shouldn’t have stayed still.

***

In a splendid room decorated with golden colours, a red-haired man leaned against a comfortable armchair and drank wine.

“You know there’s going to be another Housekeepers meeting, right?”

Buried in a chair with a couple of undone buttons on his coat, he turned the wine glass with a relaxed smile.

But his dialogue partner stood in an unbroken position, with his head and waist stiff.

“I know.”

A hard voice came from under a plain white robe without a single ornament.

“Really? Then you know what I’m going to do.”

Iker rolled up the corners of his mouth and said with a cunning smile.

The man in the robe did not respond to him.

Just quietly shutting his mouth, he watched Iker sipping his wine.

“You must not have listened to my question. I’ll ask you again.”

Iker put down the wine glasses he had been drinking and spoke with her eyes narrowed with pods in both hands.

“You know what I’m going to do in the future, don’t you?”

The man in the robe bit his lips still.

At last, a monotonous voice came from between the open lips.

“Are you going to be pleased with Yerine Spade again?”

At the man’s question, Iker leaned his upper body forward, with a pleased look on his face.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“It’s going to be difficult right now. Isn’t the Duke of Spades still wary of your Majesty?”

“So, the goal is to let her guard down and break those boundaries.”

Iker said, looking up at the man with his sharply shining golden eyes.

“I repeat, it’ll be difficult for the time being. She doesn’t have a personality to change her decisions easily.”

“Ha, I really like that part of her, too.”

Iker said with a big grin.

“But it’s a little annoying.”

Iker, as he brought it up, had a creepy look in his eyes like a starving beast for days.

The desire to put the claws of the creature in front of him and taste the blood seemed to dominate him.

“Do you know how to get a cute cat into the house?”

The man in the robe, who had been pondering for a while, gave a concise answer.

“I don’t know.”

“Really? Too bad.”

Iker shrugged and leaned his back against the back of the armchair.

“I gave her a doggy because she seems to like it, but she didn’t accept it, so I don’t know how.”

“Your Majesty, Yerine Spade is not a cat but a human being. And she’s a proud seven-family Housekeeper and a prospect who appeared like a comet.”

The man in the robe continued his talk in a slightly elevated voice.

“In this situation, if you take the same approach as last time, you can only make her raise her guard.”

“Hmm, is that so?”

Iker rolled his golden eyes and tapped the table with his fingers.

“But strangely enough, I’d like to keep seeing her.”

The fingers that were knocking on the table now began to curve around the table.

“Well, after I make her mine, I’ll see her as much as I can, so it doesn’t matter.”

Iker’s voice, saying so, was already in triumph.

“I can’t wait to put a bell on the cute cat’s neck.”

Listening to the sordid laughter filling the room, the man in the robe remained motionless.

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