Good Night

"Catch it!"

"Don't miss it!"

"Clariss, this way, quick!"

"Oh, Mother!"

The kingdom army flocks to the Marquis of Estrie.

They were soldiers sent by order of the King to punish the Marquis of Estrie.

The Marquis of Estrie has been around since the beginning of the kingdom.

But that power was not permanent.

The behavior of the Marquis of Estrie at the time was beyond the level that the royal family could turn a blind eye to.

It wasn't because of the harsh punishment for the servants.

It wasn't because he ruthlessly took blood tax from the common people.

Excessive bribery and black trade.

The main reason was to leak the kingdom's secrets to other countries to make more money.

It's okay because they are marquis writers.

He is a prestigious aristocrat who has maintained his generation since the honorable founding of the country.

The behavior of the marquis, who tried to raise money without hesitation with only such pride, earned the king's wrath.

The Marquis was caught by the invading kingdom army, and Clarisse and Clarisse's mother managed to escape from the kingdom army.

The Marquis was able to use all her connections to her to somehow escape the Kingdom Army's investigation and get to Slyam, hiding her identity.

However, even if she survived, the lives of her mother and daughter had already fallen into hell.

The marquis who committed the crime was immediately executed, and the Estre region became the possession of the royal family.

Estriga's privates were all captured, but they were not executed.

Instead of using black market or bribery, the Marquis of Estrie used a professional criminal organization and trained his privates only to raise them to show off the dignity of the later writer.

Gang-raping or violating a maid was a very trivial thing for nobles and royal families, so they were hired by other noble families based on their long-term training experience without punishment, or those with outstanding skills entered the kingdom's army.

Clarisse and the Marquis, who managed to escape, sold the money they had taken when they fled, bought a small house, and made a living.

The Marquis always spoke to her Clarice to reassure her daughter her and to reassure herself.

"It'll be all right, Daddy's coming back to save us. He's not going to leave us in this filthy place like this, is he, Clarisse?"

"Yes, yes… Mother…"

Clarisse's clothes were from Kan Mea, which she had custom-made.

Except for her undergarments her, Clarisse's clothes her were always Canmea, because she never got dirty and she didn't have to buy new ones.

However, the Marquis began to change her clothes every week.

"You should always buy pretty clothes for Boylon's return! Right, Clarisse?"

"Yes, Mother…"

To Clarice, who was a tomboy, the condition of her marquis was strange.

Talking to themselves halfway through, they suddenly screamed at night, denying the reality that this could not be the case, and repeating in front of Clarisse that the Marquis of Boylon would come to greet them soon, as if hypnotizing themselves.

But those days also came to an end.

"Extra! Extra! The notorious Marquis of Estrie! They say he's been executed!"

"That worm-like marquis is finally…!"

"There is justice in the world."

"Looks good!"

Most people were heartily delighted with the death of the Marquis of Estrie.

But.

"It's a lie! Aaaaah! It can't be! Mr. Boylon! Mr. Boylon! Aaaaagh!!"

Upon hearing the news of her marquise's execution of her, the marquise pulled her own hair and denied the truth she had heard in her own ears her.

"Mother! No, Mother!"

"Ah, Lord Boylon! Boylon Nieeeee!!!"

When the truth about her, which she had denied so far, came before her eyes her, the Marquis went mad.

She didn't eat properly, and the Marquis, who caused madness, was getting weaker day by day.

"Mr. Boylon…"

In the end, she died calling out the name of her marquise without giving her attention to Clarisse, who stood by her side of her until the end.

"No! Mother! Mother!!!"

At the end she was pickled in madness.

There were times when she broke things in the house, denied her reality her, and even went berserk, spitting her curse at Clarisse.

Nevertheless, until she learned of the death of her marquise, she was devoted to Clarisse.

So, Clarisse mourned the death of her mother her.

The shock of losing her last remaining member of her family of hers, the Marquis.

Clarice couldn't even bury her body because it just did n't feel real.

The body of such a marquis was recovered after a few days after her death her, after a report by a resident of her neighborhood her that it smelled foul.

"This is gross."

"Let's bury it quickly."

"No! Mother!

"Hey girl, stay still! Your mother is already dead!"

"No! It's a lie! My mother is over there! My mother! My mother!"

Clarisse riots.

However, Clarisse could not stop the body recovery team composed of sturdy men.

The Marquis was disposed of by the recovery team and buried in the backyard of Clarisse's house, with an unsightly tombstone erected.

It was an elementary tombstone with a pseudonym written on it because her identity could not be revealed.

"Mother…"

Clarisse lived almost like a living corpse.

Clarisse lives on the money she has left without any means of earning money.

But even that had its limits.

Her money her was not much, as the Marquise had bought her dresses her every week of her revelry.

It had been three months since the death of her marquis, that the money had run out.

Clarisse was born into a noble family and has basic education.

She could use basic life magic, but she didn't even think of using it for herself as a nobleman.

If he had been living without money from the beginning, he would have earned even a small amount of money by using magic at the suggestion of the Marquis in order to live somehow.

However, her mother and daughter her had enough money to live together, and her marquise, who could give her Clarice a hint of living, went crazy after hearing the news of her marquise's death her, so she could n't do that.

To Clarisse, whose pride as an aristocrat was still alive, working under someone was something she never dreamed of.

So that.

"Ugh… Haa…"

Clarisse, her money her running out, was walking down the street clutching her hungry stomach.

'I'm hungry… Green onion....'

She wanted to eat.

I wanted to somehow solve this hunger.

But she didn't know how to solve it.

Working under someone was not even an option.

Even begging was the only thought that he, the child of a noble marquis, could not do.

Just when.

"Uh…"

In the sight of her walking her, staring down at her in agony of hunger.

I saw a bag of money that had fallen to the ground.

'Money....'

Clarisse quietly gave the money bag.

The money in it wasn't that much by Clarisse's standards.

However, if you eat only, it is enough money to last for a week.

'If only I had this money... Oh, no!'

For a moment, Clarisse thought about spending this money.

However, that thought was rejected by Clarisse's pride as her as an aristocrat.

Just looking at the money bag, it was lagging behind.

No matter who sees it, it's a commoner's money bag, not an aristocrat or a wealthy merchant.

In other words, her use of this was tantamount to stealing money from commoners.

'I, an honorable Estrigan... I... !'

Clarice was about to throw away her purse her.

But just then, she couldn't eat and complained of hunger in her stomach, which had been continuously empty.

"Ugh…!"

'This is... The money of such an insignificant commoner, I... !'

Clarisse is in the middle of the street.

There were street vendors dotted around the street, and the smell of food that aroused Clarisse's hunger all the more.

"Haa… Haa… Haa…"

'I'm an aristocrat, I'm an aristocrat, I'm a commoner's money… ! Any money… !!!'

Conflict, conflict, conflict, Clarisse.

But if you put your mind to it.

"Heo-eup! Well well...Gulp….!

Clarisse used the money in her purse to buy skewers from street vendors and eat them.

Liberation from hunger like the sweet rain that came to the dry land.

Trembling with pleasure, Clarisse realized what he was doing.

"I-I…"

'I'm a noble… I am an honorable and great nobleman... Open, using commoners' money.... Ha, but I was very hungry! Hey, I'm dead if I keep going! He must have died! It can't be helped! It can't be helped! Yes, it was inevitable that I would spend commoners' money!'

Clarisse struggles in his mind to justify his actions her.

That time when he tries to weigh his own survival against his pride his as an aristocrat.

Clarisse suddenly thought.

'Why... Why am I so worried? Why are you in so much pain? Barely, barely spread, spread, I just spent commoner's money! Right, yes! That's it! Me, I'm not bad! Rather, it is justified! Oh, that I could rather satisfy my hunger with commoners' money! Rather, it is a great honor for the commoner who was the owner of this money!'

In the first place, the nobility is the blood tax of the common people.

In other words, it is natural to spend common people's money.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with picking up and spending this money, and there is nothing to hurt the noble's pride.

So Clarisse rationalized her actions her.

Restoration of self-esteem and relief of hunger.

What came next was anger.

'Why... Do I have to suffer like this? I'm having such a hard time... Why are the other commoners so unconcerned? Furthermore... All those cheeky commoners liked when his father died. Not a single one mourns the death of his father… There wasn't even one! I can't forgive... I will never forgive you!'

Their own parents.

Own family name.

And yourself.

He completely forgot what kind of life he had lived and what kind of injustice he had committed.

No, without caring in the first place, Clarisse was furious at the common people who were just rejoicing in their misfortunes.

Clarice walked down the street again.

For Clarice, who was still hungry, one skewer was not enough to completely satisfy her stomach.

'First of all, you have to satisfy this hunger, and then punish the arrogant commoners! Please watch, Mother! Father! I... I must take revenge on those who mocked us... !'

It was just then that he vaguely tried to kindle his vengeance her.

"Aagh! Where are you! Boo, I'm sure he fell here! Where are you! Where the hell are you!"

"Wow!?"

Hearing the man's anxious voice, Clarisse stiffened and looked at the source of his voice hers.

A slouchy-looking man was lying on the floor looking for something.

"My money! My food! My, damn it! Where is it! Where is it!"

The man was sweating and desperately looking for money.

'If it's for food....'

Clarisse looked at the slim money bag stuffed around her waist.

Clarisse had a hunch that this money bag belonged to that man.

"Ah, ahh…! No way! My money! I was only going to work today and be comfortable for a while…! Now I have to work again! Barely… I thought I could barely rest! Damn Damn! Where are you… Where the hell are you!"

Portrait of a man who is breathing heavily and is nervous.

A look that makes anyone unhappy.

It was Clarisse who made it look like that.

It was Clarisse who made the man unhappy.

It was Clarisse who stole the man's money.

Clarisse understood that fact by looking at the man's appearance.

"Ah, ahaha… Kihihe."

A smile formed on his lips.

'Form... Good night.'

An inseparable feeling of pleasure swept through Clarisse's heart her.

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