Count Scribe's Tutor

Chapter. 8

Curse

East of the Earl's Castle.

A grand mansion rises past the springtime garden of beautiful flowers. It is the residence of the second wife of Earl Archdut, Lianne Neshard.

And now.

There was a commotion here.

Tsk, tsk!

With the sound of the dish breaking, bread and stew rolled around the floor.

A neural cry that came to my mind.

"I don't need this shit, so get out of here!"

The voice is the owner of the cursor arcade.

Somehow, however, his condition is not so good. The scrunchy hair and blood-footed eyes were quite dull, even with a second strike.

You think he was worried about that?

The servant girl who brought the food said, weeping.

"Ha, but young master · · · · · · · · ·."

But the answer did not come back.

Boom!

Roughly closed door.

After being alone, Kasher freaked out.

"Ahhhh!"

There was nothing sacred in the room.

Beds, tables, chairs, couches. It was all smashed.

They all looked like Kershaw's work.

Bang, bang!

He punched the wall with his fist.

I was bleeding, but I didn't mind.

"Son of a bitch!"

Her eyes sparkled white.

It was obvious who "son of a bitch" was referring to.

Who humiliated him for the first time in his life.

Ferda Inoside.

Rrrrgh!

I wanted to break my arms and legs and swing my sword until I told him to save me.

With a cocky nigger!

But I couldn't.

Because my hands and feet were trembling at the thought of Ferda.

"Ugh, ugh."

When I think about that time, the tremor became more intense.

Vibrating eyes.

I feel increasingly afraid.

Whether he didn't want to admit it, he made an eloquent insult.

"· · · · · · · Shit, shit."

I bit my teeth tightly with an increasingly weak voice.

Meanwhile, someone is relatively close to hear him stir up a commotion.

Right next door. Who lives in a room as big and as opulent as the room of Coucher.

It was the owner of the mansion, Lianne Neshard.

"Phew, poor thing."

A saggy, golden head.

Eyes that look just like him.

Lyanne sighs as she hears the sound coming from beyond the wall.

He was always full of himself. In fact, I have a gift for swordsmanship.

But one day, a son like that suddenly stuck in his room, and he rarely came out.

I was familiar with the reason.

Lyanne's eyes are filled with fierce anger.

"· · · · · · Just a homeschoolteacher."

I heard you got hurt in a duel. But that's not what it looks like.

He must have used some kind of cowardice.

You won't be able to beat him otherwise.

And he's frustrated by his first taste of defeat.

That's what Lyanne expected.

Kwaak

The teeth bruised my lips.

The moment I heard the news.

I wanted to get rid of that arrogant homeroom teacher right away. He picked the strongest of the Knights under his command and tried to blow his head off with a duel.

But I couldn't put my thoughts into practice.

‘· · · · · · · If necessary. ’

Because I heard that Perda was hired by Earl Archdut himself.

That said, Ferda's entire army may be reported to the Earl. If you use your hands quickly on such a person, this may be the case.

Earl Archdut was a scary man.

‘But. ’

One and only child became like that.

I couldn't stand still as a mother.

In the car, Lyanne remembers one trick.

"Wait a little longer, my son."

Do it quietly, in a way that you'll never find out.

Clean enough to not even know who killed him.

If you do so, you will not be left behind.

And she knew one of those ways.

"This mother will take care of everything."

With a nigger you hate so much.

Lyanne's lips twist.

* * *

An alchemist living in Mullen, Alaf.

His fortune was quite good today.

It's been a long time since I won money in a gambling parlor I've always lost. Moreover, the unsupported experiment was successful, and I even came to the client in a short while. I'm wearing a black robe. It's a little suspicious, but it's a glitch.

What's the big deal? He's a paying guest.

Alaf swells in his dreams.

However, as soon as the client revealed his identity, his dream was shattered.

"Alaf Thorman. 35 years old. Lives at 13th Street, Ter 2."

A man sitting in a chair, expressing a dull voice.

After a while, he looks up at Alaf.

"I'm in the business of alchemy, but I'm a real commander."

Slow eyes.

Alaf tightens his head without any resistance. He would, too, since this man in front of him was an Archdute knight.

Moreover, he is more than a mid-level skillful Expert.

Even if you resist, you'll lose your neck in a few seconds.

"· · · · · · Finally, the main discipline is the 'curse’. Have I ever said anything wrong?"

Alaf shakes his head.

Apparently, I already know everything. If I tried to deceive him for no reason, I could not find my true nature.

"Then let's get back to business. I have a request."

If you say "Request," · · · · · · · · · ·. "

"We need a curse that can kill people."

An unusual quest.

A quest he would never accept.

But the opposing Pokémon is too bad.

So I was conflicted with refusal and disobedience.

"The target is these two."

The knight handed out his notebook.

It said:

Silvan Arcdue

Ferda Inoside

When I saw the list, I came to my senses.

"Ah, arc duty"? ’

Following Earl Archdut's castle, it was his blood.

Curse him and kill him? Not for Alaf.

Alaf was famous for his liver beans.

So I tried to say no. No matter how scared the knight was, he was right to refuse. I've seen a lot of bad things since I got caught up in a fight between nobles.

But more than that, the knight's actions preceded him.

Ser Leung

A knight who drew his sword in a heartbeat.

He said, as if he had predicted what Alaf would say.

"The moment I saw the list, you no longer had the right to object."

"I, I · · · · · · · · · · ·."

"You'd better answer carefully. It could be a testament."

I felt a sharp blade.

Frozen Alaf as it is. He rolls his eyes and nods.

Then I picked up the blade that was pressing him.

Alaf was a stuttering horse with a white face.

"It takes a lot of preparation to put a curse on someone. From the hair of the target, there are various ingredients."

Before he's finished talking.

Tuk

The knight throws a pouch.

When I opened it up, there was silver hair and military blue hair inside each one. From the length of each, it must have been obtained by a servant who tidied up the bedding.

"The ingredients are all ready. All you have to do is curse."

The moment I heard that.

Alaf closes his eyes tight.

I realized I'd lost my last chance to escape.

"The price of gold coins is forty cents."

His eyes widen as the knight continues.

It's a great reward for cursing. Even the materials are ready. All Alaf has to do is literally put a curse on it.

But it still came as a surprise.

"Forty gold coins per person. If they both succeed, I'll give you a hundred cents."

"· · · · · ·!"

A hundred gold coins is worth fixing. A small house just outside the city. There was greed in Alaf's eyes for a moment.

Yeah, this is an opportunity.

If you can't say no anyway, let's succeed and prove our worth.

If you tell them they're useful, they might be a little longer.

Alaf has decided to accept the quest.

* * *

Ferda was in the lodge all day today.

It was to organize my inventory

Except for the main purpose, the Heart of the Dragon, there were quite a lot of items.

The theorem that started this morning ended only after the afternoon.

Then there was one thing that stood out.

"This is · · · · · · · · ·."

A thick book with a black cover.

It was a skill book.

* [Name]: [Understanding Curse]

* [Grade]: Class A

* [Page]: 0/350

* [Effect]: When complete, obtain a random [Curse Skill].

"I never thought I'd have something like this."

I can't even remember when it started. He has never mastered command.

It was even more so because he was not usually a good organizer.

But thanks to you, I got something useful.

"Perfect timing."

It's perfect for teaching practice.

Ferda smiles and turns her head to look at the clock.

It's 6: 00 P.M. sharp. I had an appointment today.

"Let's get going."

I decided to have dinner with him.

It was only four days after the Awakening of the Commandments that the realm came to its senses. However, the class was postponed for a while because it had not fully recovered.

I picked up my skill book and left the house.

Profit

Past the garden and go around the left corner to get to the mansion.

When I was rushing to walk, I waited.

Ujik

Ferda stands still.

His gaze turned towards the backyard of the house.

"Huh?"

I can't see very well in the dark, but I can see something moving.

There can't be a wild animal in the mansion, so it must be a person.

Ferda narrows her eyes and stares at the place.

After a while, I saw someone.

A man crouching, asking questions in the backyard.

"I've never seen your face before."

At first glance, he's dressed as a gardener.

But he knows that the gardener is not coming here. You don't have to take care of it. If there was a gardener, he would have thrown away the vines that were attached to the walls of the mansion.

What are you asking me now?

When wonder lingered in Ferda's eyes.

Tuk-tuk

The man jumps out of bed.

I circled around a few times and then suddenly disappeared.

As soon as he disappeared.

Ferda turns and heads back to where he was.

"Let's see what you buried."

I could immediately find out where they were buried.

Because the color of the soil was different in one place.

You break a branch and dig straight into the ground.

Not long after that, Ferda frowns.

"· · · · · · · What is this?"

We dug up the ground and came out.

It was a doll with nails.