NOVEL NEXT Chapter 211.1
“Oh my gosh. How can this happen!”
Margaret covered her mouth.
“Are you saying you’ll give this cursed, dreadful bead to the miss? Such a wicked person.”
“I’ve been hit.”
Leticia shrugged her shoulders.
“You’ve been hit?”
“I’ve heard of such magic. Magic that pushes cursed magical items onto others. Whether it’s spoken or written, once you agree to take it or give it, the magic takes effect when you receive the item.”
“What do we do then? The young lady shouldn’t be cursed!”
“Hmm.”
Leticia tilted her head.
“I’ll keep it and investigate!”
“…Huh?”
Margaret’s eyes widened.
“I have a magic barrier. If this magical item is dangerous enough to kill me, it will block it.”
Leticia’s eyes were already sparkling.
“Quite interesting.”
“Miss…”
Margaret looked terrified.
“Maybe we should discuss this with the masters? Perhaps the Duke…”
“That might be fine. Margaret, do you really not remember anything?”
“Huh?”
“A handsome man with silver hair and blue eyes. And someone’s tomb. Moreover, this letter… hmm, smells like the Sairei tree. In the northern Alhonstera region, they prefer paper made from that tree.”
“From the north…?”
“Yes.”
Leticia nodded.
“The person who wrote this letter went to the tomb of the ancient white mage, Kondan, met Kondan, attended a banquet, and then received this beads as a gift.”
“…”
“Margaret?”
Leticia’s eyes widened. Upon hearing the name of the terrifying mage Kondan, Margaret fainted.
“Oh dear, Margaret!”
Leticia was more shocked than when she received the beads. Eventually, other servants came and carried Margaret away.
“If you don’t have the courage, you shouldn’t be curious about these things!”
Leticia clicked her tongue, looking at Margaret.
* * *
After dinner.
Leticia examined the bronze beads until it was dark.
“Nothing special about it.”
“Leticia.”
There was a knock at the door. It was Cedric who entered.
“I heard there was some commotion earlier?”
“Ah, just a timid maid who fainted. But, hear me out about this beads.”
After hearing the entire story, Cedric sighed.
“You shouldn’t have such a dangerous thing. I’ll take it.”
“Cedric. Wait. I want to keep it. Hmm?”
At that moment, both Leticia and Cedric touched the bead.
‘Huh?’
Leticia felt dizzy and sensed her body falling to the ground.
‘What is this? Did I just faint?’
That was Leticia’s last thought before closing her eyes.
Leticia dreamed.
And the unforgettable voice of a man, cold and icy, but endlessly sweet and dangerous.
‘This is Doctor Siebel’s voice.’
When did this happen?
‘What is this memory?’
Slowly, with a pounding headache, Leticia opened her eyes.
“Uhm…”
Leticia looked around.
‘Wait, this place…?’
It was the back alley where Leticia lived as a child.
‘This is my spot!’
Old blankets, a few belongings, and a straw-covered spot. It was the barn where she used to hide in the winter.
‘Why am I here?’
Leticia stumbled outside.
‘Rather than that, I am now…’
She saw the warehouse where the female workers were waiting, always with an old mirror…
“What on earth?”
Seeing her reflection in the mirror, Leticia’s eyes widened.
‘Who is this?’
It was undoubtedly twenty-something Leticia, but with messy hair, worn clothes, and a dirt-covered face.
‘A pauper or… a beggar?’
She looked extremely malnourished, much smaller than the Leticia she remembered.
‘Impossible! I’ve become a beggar again?’
Unconsciously, Leticia looked towards Collen’s mansion.
‘Where is my family…?’
There was the sound of horse hooves.
Leticia stumbled outside again.
“They are the heretical inquisitors.”
“Everyone, avoid eye contact.”
“His Majesty himself has come! Beware of the king… If he doesn’t like something, he’ll go for the neck again…”
Intermittently, Leticia could hear the whispers of people near her ear.