"What? How do you know..."

"You don't remember getting drunk on my horse and lying around in my house? Oh, you don't, because that was when you lost consciousness."

My ears lit up.

It was because I just remembered that on my last birthday, I drank a few glasses of dessert wine with Robert.

It was my uncle who responded to that.

"No, you mean you went to someone else's house while you were drunk? What were you two doing...?"

"Don't get me wrong!"

I waved my hands in surprise.

"That's why I was drunk and arguing... Well, no. It wasn't really surprising that we just looked like that, so don't worry about it."

Then my uncle narrowed his eyes and murmured slowly.

"You said it's comfortable for the two of you to share a room, and it didn't matter if you were drunk... According to my surprising sense, maybe..."

Ian and I did not commit any crime, but we exchanged tense eyes with each other.

As if my uncle had realized it, he clapped at once.

"Aren't you like old childhood friends who are like parrots shouting that nothing will ever work out?"

We were both speechless and had no choice but to remain silent.

My uncle added with a serious expression.

"That was like Marilyn and Oscar! It was my fault for believing that detestable cry. I will never again be fooled by such pretentious words."

So, from that time on, he was a man who had a surprisingly bad sense of humor.

It was fortunate that he didn't have a lot of people around him thanks to his eccentric personality and naive spirit.

It was understandable that he had believed in Lanella for over 20 years, and it was also understandable that he did not hire more people to work for him.

"Were my mother and father like that?"

I asked with my eyes wide open, so I could listen to my parents' love story throughout the meal.

It was a somewhat biased story about my mother, who was always attached to him while always criticizing my handsome but weak father.

"Therefore... Did my mother make the confession first?"

"No, Oscar did it. I mean, he has been liking her for a long time."

Anyway, it was when the meal was over and I was about to get up.

"Annabelle, you go up first."

"What?"

"I'll empty the rest of the drink with little Wade."

"Well, um..."

There was a lot of alcohol left, and Ian and my uncle didn't look drunk at all.

Ian also didn't refuse, so I nodded casually.

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"Yes, of course... I'm going to go up first.

In fact, there was a place I wanted to go without telling Ian and my uncle.

Just in time, I thought it was good and stood up first.

***

The place I headed to was a dungeon. The dungeons were crowded with people guarding several layers.

To be exact, they were waiting to throw stones at Lanella.

"Can you move away for a second?""

I spoke politely to the young people in front of Lanella.

"There are things to check about black magic."

Ordinary people didn't know much about black magic.

Of course, I didn't want to know that well either...

For now, everyone knew that I had solved this problem, so my words worked very well.

"Don't worry. There's a saying like this. Hate sin, but..."

I continued to talk skillfully.

"I'm telling you to hate sinners more."

Everyone looked satisfied with what I said.

"Good. I'll trust you and leave it up to you."

"Yes, I see."

"I'll hurry up and go out!"

"We need to cooperate with the black magic investigator!"

People fell like low tide, and only me and Lanella remained in the dungeon where Lanella was trapped.

Lanella was lying on a cold stone floor.

I spoke with my arms folded.

"Wake up. I know you've come to your senses."

Lanella didn't even budge.

It was clear that she was pretending to have lost her mind because it was obvious that people would come and throw stones and swear words.

I continued my speech coldly.

"You have two options. I brought the key."

I lied that I had actually been given the key, but Lanella didn't know.

"..."

"How many hits will it take for you to get up, or can you just get up without getting hit?"

Lanella, who had been lying on the floor, immediately opened her eyes.

She then rolled her into a corner and hugged her knees, and she looked at me.

Her eyes gleamed horribly, and her evil voice flowed from her blood-stained lips.

"I know you wanted to ask why I acted that way..."

"Not really."

I cut her off mercilessly.

Of course, 'Why did you do that, why the hell?! Because of you, my life!'

But asking those questions wouldn't change anything.

"I'm just here to tease you."

I smiled and chuckled coldly.

"When you're taken to the capital, you'll be immediately burned at the public stake. If you are involved in only one origin black magic, you will be sentenced to life imprisonment, but the two are different."

Then I extended two fingers and added seriously.

"Did you make money by using not one, but two?"

"What do you mean?"

Lanella jumped in anger.

"Two? What are you talking about? Don't force it over! I've only ever used one!"

"Cool."

I applauded.

"Once you have admitted one. You can't say you didn't know anything just because you did what Rayburn told you to do."

Lanella bit her lip.

Of course I had no intention of stopping her at this level.

"But it is correct to use both. There was evidence in your hut. Black magic has three origins, and the other two are blah blah blah blah... The backstory was torn."

"Do not be ridiculous. One of the two has already been smashed in the capital."

"Of course I'm talking about the other two of the three. You don't know, but it's all in Rayburn's letters. No matter how much you hate me, it's better not to think of lying."

Lanella glared at me as if to kill me and shouted.

"No one knows what the other one is!"

'Oh oh. She took the bait again.'

I groaned inwardly.

In fact, I had been lying to Lanella the whole time.

Because I wanted to dig up information about the other one of the three origins of black magic.

But if I asked, 'Where's the other one?', it was obvious that she would never say it.

It was when people were most upset when they talked the most.

In the past, there was a time when Ian, who had never even dealt with me, even responded to me.

That was when I forced myself to say, 'You told me to come first!'

Then, Ian, who usually ignored everything I said, got angry and said, 'When did I do that?'.

So, if I wanted someone to talk a lot, I had to frame them.

Of course, the evidence of the hut I was referring to was also completely fictional.

I didn't even know about Rayburn's letters because I had not seen it yet.

However, it was true that there were three 'origins of black magic', so Lanella seemed to have passed.

Now it was time to throw another bait.

"You really fell for a lie. I saw it all in the letter to Rayburn."

Growing up with lies, I continued to sell 'Rayburn's Letters' and pressured her.

"It was clearly written that it was taught by the devil, but does it make sense to only know two? Even if you testified like that, you would just be burned at the stake in public..."

"There is no way the two of them will get entangled by chance. You have to deal with the devil to really understand it."

It was the bait that Robert had thrown in the air as I recalled.

Fortunately, this time too, Lanella got angry before I could even finish my words.

"There are no more suitable sacrifices, but even divine power is not enough, so what should we do?"

I tightened my facial muscles more than ever before, so as not to show that I had caught an important clue.

When Lanella talked about 'The Devil', she seemed to think that I really knew a lot.

In fact, that was all.

In fact, Ian and I did not know anything about it until Robert heard it, so it must have been a secret that the general public did not know well.

"I don't know what letters Rayburn exchanged."

"Well."

I thought for a moment.

'Then the other one was that he was trying to find out with all his powers.'

It meant that there was a collaborator in the temple because no one could just offer their divine power.

"Anyway, Lanella."

There was nothing more to dig up, so I smiled and stepped back.

"One or two, I will burn you publicly."

"You crazy..."

"I got my home education wrong thanks to someone...so I was not brought up to be honest and just."

I smiled and pulled out my sword.

"Those who deal with evil don't have to be good."