were a warning to Anita.


‘I need to go.’

But how can she run away? Were not all wagons in this region destroyed by fire?

First, let’s vacate the mansion.

With her luggage, Anita was equipped with the most casual appearance conceivable.
Pretend to glance outdoors for a bit, then request assistance from the farmer.

However, Anita’s plan encountered obstacles from the outset.






All outside entrances were secured.

Anita saw via the windows that each window and door was secured from the outside.

She could not have finished it in such little time.
It was erected before her arrival.

Worse was the subsequent.

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There was black smoke rising from the kitchen.
It was not only the kitchen.
The smoking also emanated from the living room.

Anita used a foul-mouthed expletive for the first time in her life.


She raced after her and pounded with all her might on the door.


“Is anybody there? Someone is encased inside!”


“Help me! There is someone inside!”

She had to do something.
She needed to live.

Because the home was made of wood, the fire spread so rapidly.

A strong likelihood existed that Anita would be roasted before outsiders noticed the fire.

She retreated to the second-floor bedroom and opened the window.
Fortunately, the second-floor windows were not secured, although…


‘Okay, Anita.
Let’s be calm.
Don’t worry… It is preferable to suffer a broken limb than to be burnt to death.’

If there was a silver lining to the disaster, it was the thick growth of weeds around the house.

Anita grabbed the discolored drapes and blankets, knotted them together, and flung them over the weeds.

If she tumble over it, she will not sustain significant injuries.
She self-hypnotized and snatched the bag.

‘Let’s concentrate.
You need to just fall there.’

The longer this goes on, the more difficult it becomes.
Simply take three deep breaths, then let go.
Three, two, one!

‘Ha, one more time.’

Three, two, one!

Anita put herself on top of the heap of clothing.


Her mind was spinning, her butt hurt, and her whole body tingled.

However, Anita could not afford to concentrate on the shock that struck her.


Before plunging from the second level, she caught sight of the servant standing between the gardens.

Anita unzipped the bag and extracted the pistol with an unprecedented speed.

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And she placed it on the servant who was ready to dash away.

“Stop moving.”

Anita’s head resonated with the sound of her heartbeat, which sounded like it was going to burst.

It’s peculiar.

“What are you?”

In contrast to the quivering of her hands, her head became cool and her eyesight became clear.

“What do you want to find in this villa?”

As her respiration became consistent, the tremor in her progressively normalized.

“What are you seeking from me?”

“Do you want to become a killer?”

He had a different appearance than when they first arrived.
His cruel and icy gaze heightened Anita’s tension.

A voice whispered in her ear.


“You will become a murderer if you murder me.
Do you want to burden Lancelot-nim and the Edenbahir family, who took pity on you?”

The eyes of the servant, who could not continue his sentence, suddenly widened in shock.

At that very time, Anita felt a familiar smell on her back.

A huge, white hand extended from behind her shoulder was tense and rigid.
The warmth that had naturally fallen on Anita’s trigger-holding palm murmured softly.

“Give me your hand, Anita.”

Anita’s hand, which was gripping the trigger, remained still despite the arrogant instruction.

She instead turned her head and inspected the person standing behind her.



How could this be?

However, Lancelot’s finger took grip of the trigger far quicker than her query could have been spoken.

His hand drew something with it.


A scream was audible.

She attempted to stare straight ahead, but Lancelot’s other hand immobilized Anita’s head.

He maintained eye contact and talked normally.

“Just stare at me like this.” Then he fired another shot.

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