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Chapter 33
Translator: effe
Walter snorted at Eden, who was screaming with a swollen face.
“You don’t have a hand?”
“What? Hey! Do you want to die?”
Walter didn’t even listen. He stepped down the hill, only showing his middle finger in the air.
“… Oh. What is wrong with that bastard?”
Eden was still caressing her tingling ear and didn’t know what to do.
Her earlobe was almost cut off. He really was going to pluck out her tongue? He’s resorting to biting now?
“You bastard, don’t you have some kind of strange disease? Why the hell did you become so savage?”
Unaware of Walter’s anguish, Eden, alone, tethered ropes to the four legs of the wild boar, constantly muttering swear words.
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At dinner time, the brutal man who bit Eden’s ear chewed up the roasted wild boar and poured wine into a pail. It looked as if he had been starving for several days.
However, Eden, the main character of today’s dinner, had no appetite. She yielded her favorite front leg to Cedric, but it backfired.
“What else do you mean by this?”
She only wanted to squeeze Cedric as he raised his slanted eyebrows and looked at her with suspicious eyes.
“Do you have any reason to give up food? When someone does you a favor, take it seriously.”
The skeptical Cedric scoffed at her, twisting his lips.
“Because it doesn’t make sense for you to yield food to someone.”
“Why doesn’t that make sense?”
“Eden, when is the happiest time for you?”
Eden hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth in a slightly lowered voice.
“… when eating.”
“When is the second happiest time?”
On behalf of her, who was silent, Cedric calmly offered an answer.
“When thinking about what to eat next.”
“…… !”
“You look surprised at how I knew. That’s just too easy. Aren’t you the type of person who wonders about tomorrow’s breakfast menu while having dinner? But you’re giving up your favorite cut of meat. Doesn’t it mean that there is a plan just by looking at it?”
It was only natural for Eden’s face to become wrinkled as she saw Cedric’s lengthening speech. There was nothing wrong with what he said, which made her even angry. Eden raised her voice.
“Don’t you think you’re a little too suspecting?”
“Not at all?”
Cedric shrugged his shoulders after meticulously wiping his lips with a linen napkin.
“And I’m in the process of losing weight these days. It’s unlikely, but if your favor was sincere, I’ll just accept your heart.”
“What? Losing weight? Why are you doing that?”
“It’s a little bit aesthetically painful to get fat. From an objective point of view, my appearance looks perfect if I’m a little skinny.”
“Ahh. You’re really annoying!”
Just before Eden was truly angry, Ayla, who was quietly biting the ribs from the other side, suddenly raised her voice.
“… Cedric is still pe… perfect enough!”
Ayla, the youngest of the trainees, turned red. For the first few months, she didn’t open her mouth, so they thought she couldn’t speak. The only time she made a loud noise was about Cedric.
“What? What did you say, Ayla?”
“Even… even if you don’t care about weight, you’re cool enough… No, you’re perfect.”
It was Cedric who brought young Ayla, who had been wandering in the forest while out hunting, to the Sernotti estate. Ayla followed him to live in the castle and eventually became Sernotti’s elite trainee and an ardent devotee of Cedric. If it’s Cedric’s words, she must have believed that there were two moons in the sky.
“Ayla.”
The other comrades who laughed at Ayla’s side looked unbearable because they wanted to tease her outright. The reason was that they can’t, of course, because of Cedric, who hits them with his solemn face.
“Is it because you want to eat meat? You can’t trust Eden. How many times have I told you? The more ignorant people are, the more distant and vigilant they should be. Give me the plate. I will give you mine.”
“Oh, no. It’s not like that….”
It was obvious that Cedric, who looked like an old child, mistook Ayla as his daughter, who was probably not that far in their age difference.
“Ayla, there are many types of traps, but the most rudimentary one is that of simple and ignorant people. It’s even more dangerous because it deviates from prediction. It’s written in Chapter 6 of The Assassination Theory, the Trap section, written by Cedric Schnee. Have you forgotten?”
“Oh, no…. No way?”