---

Chapter

132 – Just Show the Result. (6)

Ghislaine’s voice echoed in the room.

“I don’t want to live like this my whole life, but you’re probably too afraid to die, right? Well, it’s good that you feel that way. With such a half-hearted mindset, swinging a sword would only result in a slight scratch.”

“……You mouthy quack.”

The housekeeper, who had been listening to the two, flushed red and spat out in anger.

“Your words are excessive!”

Ignoring him, Ghislaine continued speaking.

“Are you really worried about dying?”

“Enough! Baron!”

“If you can’t make the decision yourself, I’ll decide for you. If you’re going to die anyway, you might as well hold onto your last hope and receive treatment until you pass.”

“Baron Penris!”

The atmosphere deteriorated to the worst it could be. The housekeeper and knights emitted a threatening aura.

Ghislaine’s close associates also started to counter with their own forceful presence.

At that moment, Marquis Branford and Knight Commander Toleo pushed through the crowd.

“My Lord!”

The housekeeper brightened and bowed his head.

He confessed to Marquis Branford that it was a mistake to recommend Ghislaine and stated they should immediately halt the treatment since the young lady’s life might be in danger.

Upon hearing this, Marquis Branford also came to assess the situation during the treatment hours.

With a blank expression, he surveyed the surroundings and asked, “What exactly is going on here? Are we hunting witches or something?”

Rosalyn’s hair was disheveled, and her clothes were stained with blood.

The bed was soaked in blood, making it understandable why he felt that way.

“Father….”

Rosalyn didn’t appear pleased to see Marquis Branford at all.

He was the one who unilaterally proceeded with the treatment without consulting her opinion.

No matter how much one must follow the family head as a member of the noble household, she couldn’t suppress the anger that welled up within her.

“Did you come to watch your daughter cough up blood? Or are you here to see if the merchandise for your arranged marriage is still intact?”

Seeing her brandishing a dagger with wild eyes made everyone gasp.

“Ah, my lady! You shouldn’t speak to the head of the family like that!”

The housekeeper stammered in panic.

The once gentle and refined young lady had reached such a state!

Though her personality had sharpened since falling ill, it seemed that Ghislaine’s influence had made it worse.

At Rosalyn’s fierce tone, Marquis Branford slightly furrowed his brows and replied in a low voice.

“It seems your condition is quite serious, just as the housekeeper said. Since it seems dangerous, I can stop the treatment if you wish.”

Shocked by this declaration, Rosalyn stood there momentarily dumbfounded.

Ghislaine subtly bit the inside of her lip, trying not to show it.

Now that she had just barely gained the ability to read minds, she couldn’t believe they were thinking of halting the treatment.

Rosalyn, who had been resisting the treatment, couldn’t possibly refuse this suggestion.

‘Is this it?’

Unless she stood firm with a strong resolve, she wouldn’t be able to withstand this treatment.

In her previous life, she had been tough enough to endure the fear of death and bone-crushing pain, but she was not that resilient now.

‘I’ll have to seek alternatives elsewhere.’

Though there were several things she wanted to ask of Marquis Branford, that chance was gone now. She had to look for other opportunities or methods.

At that moment, after maintaining her silence, Rosalyn finally spoke up.

“If I stop, what happens to Baron Penris?”

Marquis Branford responded with his usual blank expression.

“Since you rejected it, there’s no justification to detain him. The justification is with Baron Penris, so he will go back as he is.”

Upon hearing this, the housekeeper showed a slightly disappointed expression while Ghislaine’s close associates appeared relieved.

Surely, a marquis wouldn’t go back on his own words.

But Rosalyn held onto her mask, chuckling dryly as she muttered,

“This guy and that guy… they all do as they please… after humiliating and tormenting me like this, they just get to leave unscathed?”

Whether she was laughing or crying, her shoulders trembled as she looked straight at Ghislaine.

“I really don’t like you. Acting like you know everything and pushing your beliefs as if yours are the only right ones.”

Unable to say that she had returned, Ghislaine merely remained silent.

“I can’t even trust this ridiculous treatment. How can it be called treatment when someone could die?”

“It’s already a done deal. Even if you don’t believe it, what significance is such a statement now?”

At those words, Rosalyn clenched her teeth and spat in fury.

“Done? The start was at the hands of your father and you two, and who has the right to end it? Do I look like a puppet who does what I’m told?”

‘Huh?’

Clang.

She hurled the dagger to the floor and gazed at Marquis Branford.

“I will continue with the treatment.”

“My lady! Didn’t you just say you could really die!”

The housekeeper was taken aback by Rosalyn’s sudden change in tone.

Others shared the same sentiment. She had repeatedly expressed her reluctance, so why was she saying such things now?

Ignoring their reactions, she continued speaking.

“If the treatment fails, that quack won’t be let off the hook, right? I’ll decide how painfully to kill him.”

Marquis Branford responded with his usual neutral expression.

“Do as you please.”

“If I die during the treatment, please tear him apart.”

“Very well.”

At her chilling words, everyone swallowed hard.

Only Ghislaine struggled to suppress a smile.

‘Good, good. The poison is really rising, huh? I’d almost forgotten whose daughter she was.’

What a delightful twist!

At this point, treatment was no longer in Rosalyn’s mind.

She was certain Ghislaine would fail and her only remaining feelings were hatred and anger towards him, vowing to make him suffer as much as possible.

But nothing was better than this poison for enduring pain.

Rosalyn glared at Ghislaine, her eyes gleaming.

“You said we have about ten days left, right? If I can just hold on, I will definitely kill you.”

“Until then, you must stay alive to see that moment. Are you starting to feel a bit of will to endure now?”

“You absolutely won’t die peacefully. I guarantee it.”

Ghislaine shrugged and smiled.

“If I fail, I’ll gladly accept that. I like that look in your eyes.”

Seeing her maintain her composure, Rosalyn scoffed and said to the housekeeper,

“Make sure to tie my arms and legs tightly to the bed with ropes every time I receive treatment.”

“What?”

“And have a gag prepared for my mouth.”

“Must you go that far…?”

“Then I would be held down and thrash around like a madwoman while receiving treatment? If you’re going to do it, do it right.”

“Understood.”

While the housekeeper couldn’t hide his confusion, he nodded.

Watching this scene, Ghislaine felt a sense of admiration.

‘The poison is remarkable. They say a lion’s child can only be a lion. Oh, and the sigil of House Branford is also a lion. It fits quite well.’

No matter how engulfed in anger one might be, it’s not easy to put one’s life on the line.

Especially when there’s a corner to escape from, it’s even harder.

But Rosalyn was not ordinary. Once she’d resolved herself and embraced her poison, she wouldn’t retreat.

She glared at Ghislaine once more.

“Let’s see how far we can take this.”

A fierce determination to kill Ghislaine was evident.

Of course, Ghislaine wouldn’t be the least bit frightened by that.

“Very well. I will give it my all, so I hope you keep up. Now I can focus on the treatment with peace of mind.”

He chuckled, appearing rather pleased with the turn of events.

*

“Ugh!”

Since that day, Rosalyn truly held on well.

To the point where he wished he could apologize for initially underestimating her.

While her strong will made the treatment a bit easier, it did not mean that all problems had vanished.

“Baron! Can you go a bit gentler?”

“Baron! Isn’t there another way?”

“Baron! The young lady’s face seems to be getting worse!”

‘For heaven’s sake, this old man…’

Every day, the housekeeper nagged Ghislaine, who was already juggling so many worries during the treatment process using mana.

A week passed, and Ghislaine, with nerves frayed to the max, finally shouted.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“I said get out. I can’t concentrate.”

The housekeeper bristled.

“No, we need to stay here to respond to any sudden issues that might arise…”

“Just leave. Before I overturn everything.”

Ghislaine abandoned all pretense of courtesy and began to showhis true colors.

The housekeeper and knights protested, but Rosalyn neatly sorted it out.

“Everyone should just do that. It would be boring if we made excuses later.”

All the servants attending and Ghislaine’s close associates were chased out.

In the room, where only she and Ghislaine remained, a life-and-death treatment continued.

“Ugh!”

‘Damn it, just a little more!’

Rosalyn felt like she was about to throw up and coughed up blood almost daily.

While her torment was no less than that of Rosalyn, Ghislaine, risking it all, was also not in a normal state.

‘Must push through quickly, even if it means straining myself more.’

Her already weak body was getting weaker with each passing treatment, and the method of unblocking one spot at a time was far too slow.

‘As long as I don’t die, it’s fine, right?’

Not dying meant one could stand on the brink of death and as long as they remained alive, it would suffice.

If she weren’t to succeed in time, both she and Rosalyn would end up dead.

‘It’s tough. But has it ever been easy?’

Ghislaine chuckled as he shook his head.

‘Bursting through all at once.’

He identified the area in the best shape and ripped through the blocked energy mercilessly.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Rosalyn’s mana rods could no longer withstand the shock and burst forth completely.

“Ugh!”

Her eyes rolled back as blood gushed from her mouth, which had been gagged.

Yet Rosalyn bore through valiantly.

Ghislaine couldn’t help but admire her. A woman who couldn’t even handle mana holding on this much.

‘Good, good. I have to admit her fierceness.’

Ghislaine mobilized mana even more boldly, invading the depths of her body.

“Ugh!”

A treatment that put both their lives on the line.

Ghislaine pushed her without holding back, while Rosalyn gritted her teeth and endured.

As time passed, the two of them became increasingly haggard.

And on the fifteenth day, as promised to the marquis,

Rosalyn endured fiercely and ultimately survived.

The moment Ghislaine withdrew his hands, she smiled with a sense of triumph.

“You’re dead now….”

And she fainted.

“Haah….”

With a sigh, Ghislaine wiped her fainted face and replaced her mask.

Then he sat down in the chair beside her, closed his eyes, and stayed awake through the night.

As the last day passed…

Clang!

At dawn, Marquis Branford and the knights forcibly opened the door and entered.

 

---