episode_0180

“···So, what can I do to help?”

Douglas continued to glance at Shir.

I guess I’m smitten because I can’t make eye contact.

The Grand Duke Widow was that kind of woman.

“I heard that the Drekkarin’s body was dumped in a rotten swamp. Cut off everyone’s heads with just one guillotine.”

“I’ve heard of it. It’s an old story from before I was even born.”

It’s fast if you know.

“I need that guillotine’s head basket.”

Douglas, who had been preoccupied with Shir, finally looks at me.

“The guillotine was burned. It was about ten years ago. People keep saying that. It is said that the head cut off in that guillotine makes the sound of teeth grinding or crackling. That couldn’t be…”

“There are no ghosts in this world.”

I can guarantee this.

There are no ghosts. There is only a soul, a fragment of memory.

“Of course not. But didn’t you tell me that corpses move?”

“This is the power of a servant. When I find out the reason, I’ll let you know.”

“The reason Miss Shir changed earlier was─.”

“That is also the power of a servant.”

Douglas’ eyes narrowed.

“Do you know why this room is so deep?”

Replying to an answer with different words means that you have other thoughts. I hope you don’t think about it in vain.

“I don’t know.”

“This is because all kinds of incidents, accidents, and agendas requiring information security in the South come here. I’ve seen many stories about children born with servants’ blessings. Miss Sur…is Venus.”

It was just as Douglas said.

Is Venus’s protection surprisingly famous?

“Yes.”

“But the change just now was too drastic. Even if you receive a blessing, such as gaining wings or becoming a human, you cannot do that.”

I hope you don’t dig it up any further.

It would be better to point it out clearly.

“That’s right. Doesn’t it smell like a secret?”

“What the hell is Ms. Shir…”

“I told you. You shouldn’t delve into that. Because Seolrang and I don’t want the secrets of family members to be spread to others.”

Only then did Douglas close his mouth. okay. Don’t try to make inferences based on my reaction.

Because it’s breaking news and it’s ugly.

“Does Juyul know that you are doing that?”

···you?

“I know.”

“···Actually, I am more curious about your identity than Miss Shir.”

“Why are you curious about my identity?”

“Your performance is already at the level of three or four seasoned executioners. In just 4 years! Plus, this case was handled brilliantly. And now I’m about to meet a servant. Do you know what picture I wanted when I sentenced you to death?”

It was annoying, but Douglas seemed to have accumulated a lot from me.

“I wanted you to cry and apologize. They tried to commute his sentence with that. I think it was a wrong decision to ask a child like this to cut off his finger. Just get an apology and be done with it. But then he opened his eyes black and cut off his finger like nothing happened. I knew it then.”

“There is something about you. I wanted to talk to you alone at least once. Your reputation is well known. A human not even 20 years old who has already killed over 300 people! I was skeptical when we met ten days ago, but now I am convinced.”

The eyes looking at me are like a biologist observing me. The eyes showed the meticulousness of not missing anything, like a doctor performing surgery.

Douglas adjusts his glasses.

“So, what are you?”

···Mac’s jaw sinks.

I’m just a person trying to stand next to Jules. But Douglas’ eyes turned cold and began to tear at me.

“I’m not a great person.”

“Then what on earth should I understand about you?”

Well, whatever.

“Seollang I am Juyul’s slave. No matter how good I am, I can’t even reach the tip of Seolrang’s toes.”

“···You are not a slave. It’s an honorary United Line.”

Douglas looks at me motionlessly with a cold face. Just because there is no movement on the face does not mean there is no thought.

He is expressionless because he is thinking.

I felt like I was upset because I couldn’t get the answer I wanted.

“I will be watching you.”

“Yes.”

“You may be silent for now, but don’t forget that if your actions have a negative impact on Juyul and Yunaira, our promise to you will end.”

I have no intention of picking a fight with Jules’ acquaintance.

I just want to find my hair basket and leave right now.

“I will keep this in mind. Now, I would like you to tell me where the guillotine and the head basket were burned.”

Douglas stands up.

He took a book from the shelf.

“Look for related reports, just wait a moment.”

The cover that says “Property Disposal Report” catches my eye.

Douglas began flipping through the pages, quickly reading the report as if it were a speed-reading search engine.

“Found it.”

It hasn’t even been a few minutes…?

“···It was dismantled 12 years ago. The remains are said to have been taken to the incinerator at Ymir’s tomb, and the guillotine blades were melted down and recycled. There is no story about the hair basket.”

···ruined.

Things change in 10 years, and there is no way you can easily find items from 12 years ago.

Douglas strokes his chin and rolls his eyes.

“If it were elves, they would have recycled the baskets too. Because we like souvenirs and antiques.”

“Do you have any clues?”

The rolling eyeballs stop and look at me.

“Those who eat human flesh do not eat humans for taste. They eat it because they hate humans. In that respect… I don’t think there’s anything better to put your internal organs or head in than that head basket.”

···Sulky bastards.

“Thank you for your advice.”

I guess I should stop by the human meat market.

*

Human flesh.

When it comes to human meat, things like roasting a whole leg, cutting off a tongue, or roasting an arm. You may think this, but in reality it is different.

Even in their opinion, human meat is disgusting.

If you take out the ears and height, it’s no different from a small elf.

‘If it’s bad, you don’t have to eat it.’

However, as if they cannot think of it that way, they put more effort into trying to eliminate the perception that it is human flesh.

Wash the intestines well and make them into sausages, slice the liver into thin slices and cook them, etc.

Since the original shape has been erased, it is unrecognizable.

It doesn’t look good. Fried chicken was also a recipe created in the past for black people to eat chicken, including the bones.

Now, I am very worried that they are going through that process.

“Sihyeon. If you don’t want to see it…”

“It’s okay.”

None of the humans caught on the meat hook survive.

Between the slightly open door, there is a human being hanging upside down.

He is male.

The person died from a knife stabbing between the collarbones, and the blood flowing from the collarbones is pooling and flowing to the top of the head.

And, the people working in these places were looking at me with disgust.

This alley wasn’t big.

There were twenty stores close together, and they all handled different areas.

“Hello?”

The elf, who had a sturdy physique and a bushy beard, looked down at me and rolled his eyes.

Pop!

The sound of a knife cutting into pieces.

The wrist was cut off and the hand was cut off separately.

···You don’t eat with your hands?

“What is it? Did you come here because you wanted to spill everything you had in your stomach?”

“No. I have something I want to ask you.”

Only then did the butcher look at me.

“What?”

“What kind of basket do you usually use when cutting off human intestines or heads?”

The man lets out a laugh and looks up at me, then gestures with his chin and points to the crack in the door.

So you’re using a bucket. The head basket does not have that shape. It’s not wide and deep.

“Thank you.”

“If you want to die, always come.”

Humans are also a part of nature and a mammal, so it is not strange for them to be eaten. I brainwashed myself like that and left him.

“Crazy guy.”

Shir’s fangs are revealed.

I knew it.

“You…”

I covered Shir’s mouth before he could talk any more and bowed. The man glanced at me and then started cutting off the meat.

Shir freezes and just looks at me.

“···.”

“Don’t do it.”

When I let go of Shir’s mouth, the corners of his mouth trembled and eventually closed. The other person is very uncooperative.

If things continue like this, it’s obvious that if I just assert my opinion, a fight will break out. These low-demand jobs tend to be joined by people engaged in almost the same job.

If I could trick just one person…

Oh right!

“Do you know where the ‘human meat restaurant where humans also enjoy delicious food’ is?”

The elf flinches.

Then, I can see a hint of suspicion mixed in with his eyes as he looks up at me.

“···What are you going to do?”

“I am the one who ate that human flesh. I was thinking of stopping by again because it reminded me of old times, but it’s been a while so I don’t know the location.”

He glances at my face.

“Bullshit.”

“Because I’m not picky about what to eat.”

When I looked meaningfully at the elf, he shook his head and chuckled. It looked like fun.

“Crazy guy. Go west.”

“Yes! I hope your business goes well.”

Elves have good ears.

Thanks to this, the gazes given to me by the businessmen around me changed from disgust to horror mixed with grotesqueness.

The light feeling of victory makes me feel good. If you get the chance someday, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to serve elf meat to the elves.

Shir was about to say something, but was silenced by the look in my eyes. I was embarrassed. Shir couldn’t see me being treated like this since I was a child.

“Shir.”

“Huh?”

“If you get angry, you lose.”

“······.”

I said that and comforted Shir, who was crying.