The Harvest Mouse Exits the Fairytale Together with Cinderella - Chapter 15
Countess Bluewood fidgeted with her lips before finally managing to speak.
“That, what do you mean by that…….”
“Mom!”
Just then, Rose, who they had sent with Duke Valkyriesen’s grandson, burst into the drawing room.
“Mom! The young lord has disappeared! He was right there a moment ago!”
Their utterly uncouth behavior left the Count and Countess speechless.
“…….”
“…….”
“Indeed. Quite cultured…….”
The Duke muttered lowly, still tapping the armrest, as if in admiration.
The Countess, her face turning bright red, trembled at the corners of her eyes and retorted.
“What nonsense. Disappeared, you say. Surely, you weren’t playing around and neglected to attend to our guest?”
“No! He vanished in the blink of an eye while I turned my head! Daisy and I have been searching everywhere, but we can’t find him!”
Rose exclaimed, her face red with frustration.
Daisy, who cautiously approached, glanced at her mother and added,
“He kept looking into a transparent glass marble. As if he was searching for something.”
“What?”
They had sent the young lord with their daughters under the pretext of a tour, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, stressing that they should catch his eye while they’re young.
The young lord had willingly followed, raising hopes that he might be interested in their daughters, but…
Could it be that his true intention from the beginning was…
“I’m here.”
Edmund, whom the daughters had been desperately searching for, entered the drawing room.
Precisely, Edmund.
Clutching his sleeve was Sera, and in her arms, cradled tightly, was the werebeast harvest mouse, Elodie.
The Count and Countess were utterly shocked.
The werebeast they had ordered to be killed was alive and well, and Sera, who they had commanded to be locked away, had come to the drawing room on her own.
It was clear, even without explanation, that things had gone terribly wrong.
What shocked them the most was…
“Boy, why are you so late?”
The Duke closed his pocket watch and uttered.
His remark implied that he had been waiting.
Count Bluewood recalled the old man constantly checking his watch.
The young lord didn’t just disappear on a whim.
‘It was all planned from the beginning!’
Trapped.
The Count felt sweat trickling down his neck.
The Valkyriesen side had no intention of listening to them from the start.
Whether to find or kill the werebeast mouse, just send the young lord to see for himself.
And they had unknowingly allowed their young, naive daughters to accompany the young lord as he roamed the castle.
‘Bloody hell.’
How much had the young lord discovered?
Perhaps… everything?
The Count’s gaze trembled as he eyed Edmund.
His inscrutable expression mirrored his grandfather’s.
‘It’s not impossible that the butler missed the timing.’
As long as they haven’t been caught trying to secretly kill the werebeast mouse…
Yes, then it was still alright.
He stood up, his face alight with relief and joy.
“Was it you who rescued Lady Ratzen?”
And spoke to Sera as if she was a maid he was meeting for the first time.
That way, she would quiet down on her own.
Nothing is more convenient to use than a quick-witted and well-behaved child.
“Well done! I’ll commend you generously, so hand over the child and go rest.”
Elodie instantly read the Count’s intentions.
‘I know what you’re up to.’
As always, he would silence Sera, intending to forcibly take Elodie and suppress the child.
If asked how he could intimidate a child while the Valkyriesen were watching…
Of course, it was possible.
‘It’s no trouble to make a sniveling child doubt herself.’
Without raising his voice, just pressuring her if she was really sure about what she saw and heard would scare her into changing her story.
If Elodie were a normal six-year-old child, that is.
But Elodie, who was no ordinary child, …
“Gahh!”
She opened her mouth wide and fiercely bit down on the man’s approaching hand.
“Aaack! AHHH!”
The scream that escaped was distinctly different from the pain of being bitten by a tiny harvest mouse. It carried within a mixture of different agonies.
‘This Count doesn’t know how to learn.’
Never underestimate the biting force of a harvest mouse again!
