Obsessed with Regressors

To her surprise, she understood what Gilder was talking about. He meant he saw her with Rachel. As she left her temporary home, she remembered the man watching her from the carriage across the street. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Julia gesturing towards her, but she didn’t notice anything. Instead, she continued to look at Guilder and said,

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 

Puck!

 

The statue that Guilder swung hit the table she was on. She was startled by the sound of the statue breaking and shrugged his shoulders. That looked expensive. But it felt like it was going to break. Things that are long and thin like that break easily.

 

“Don’t lie! You saw her manuscript!”

 

As expected, the person Gilder was talking about was Rachel. He even saw me bringing out Rachel’s manuscript. Suddenly, the fire at Rachel’s house came to mind. It was focused on the desk. Rachel says her manuscript was safe because she hid it under her bed. But normally, she would put the manuscript in a desk drawer.

 

“It’s you.”

 

She said as she went behind the sofa and grabbed the back of the sofa.

 

“The one who set fire to that little sheep’s house. You were trying to burn that manuscript.”

 

“Is it just the manuscript?”

 

An expression of exasperation appeared on Gilder’s face. He threw the statue, which had been cut in half its length. Then he picked up the poker next to the stove and said,

 

“I should have ended that bitch’s life too!”

 

She could not understand. If Gilder copied Rachel’s manuscript, why was he trying to take her life? And how did he write so quickly? He made sure Julia was out of his sight. She hoped she escaped without Guilder’s notice.

 

“Isn’t it enough to steal the manuscript? Why are you even targeting the life of such a small sheep?”

 

“Why?”

 

Gilder looked at her as if it was funny. He said, holding the poker tightly.

 

“Anything that could become a problem needs to be nipped in the bud. Isn’t that what you were good at?”

 

She? She didn’t know what I did well. Gilder said to her puzzled expression.

 

“The witch of Balcian is also good at acting.”

 

“Witch of Balcian?”

 

The name of this country was Balsian. And there were witches in Balcian a long time ago. However, there was no witch famous enough to be called the Witch of Balcian. Gilder’s eyes narrowed at her attitude as she asked him what he was talking about. He asked curiously.

 

“Didn’t you come here knowing everything? You also had a precognitive dream, so you must have had him by your side.”

 

She didn’t know. What on earth was this crazy guy talking about? But this crazy guy was the third person to call her a witch. She asked with a frown.

 

“Him?”

 

She vaguely felt like she knew who Gilder was talking about. The face she wanted to see the most right now appeared in her mind. She asked cautiously.

 

“You mean Count Burns?”

 

Gilder’s expression became serious. He asked her as if she was strange.

 

“Didn’t you have a precognitive dream too?”

 

It’s a precognitive dream. Suddenly, Lauren’s story came to mind. She said she lived her life as her dream. And she also saw something about her there.

 

‘No, did you say you heard it?’

 

She watched Gilder slowly lower his hand holding the poker.

 

“Are you talking about my dream of becoming king?”

 

The poker went up again. He said with his eyes shining.

 

“Look. You also had a precognitive dream. Or maybe you sent me back.”

 

She? Send him back? Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Julia approaching the door. Not yet. She said, trying to keep Gilder’s gaze on her.

 

“You know I don’t have that kind of power.”

 

“I don’t know!”

 

Gilder shouted, swinging the poker towards the sofa separating us. The fabric of the sofa that was hit by the poker burst with a ‘Puck!’ sound. He pointed the poker at her and continued talking.

 

“I heard that the witch of Balcian has strange powers! The power that lured General Burns!”

 

General Burns? As soon as she questioned the strange title, the door closed with a ‘thud’. Only then did Gilder realize that Julia had disappeared and turned around.

 

“Shit!”

 

Hearing him shout, she threw the tea cup she had prepared at him. Unfortunately, the teacup that hit Gilder’s head with a ‘thud’ did not break. 

 

‘Damn, you use something sturdy for the topic, right?’

 

“It’s okay to kill the Balcian witch.”

 

Guilder, who turned his head to her provocation, said that and adjusted his poker hand. But she was already running inside. She wanted Julia to go out. She would call someone, so she just had to hold on until then. All she had to do was stop Gilder from going after Julia and make sure she didn’t get killed by him.

 

“If you kill me, Biscon Family won’t sit still!”

 

As she said that, she picked up the statue next to me and threw it at Guilder.

 

Clink!

 

Perhaps he was a little weak this time, but the statue shattered at Gilder’s feet. She guessed she should have thrown something smaller. Fortunately, it seemed that her words were more of a threat to Gilder than her attacks. Gilder, who had stopped short after hearing that Biscon Family would not stay still, quickly walked over to the door and fastened the latch.

 

“I will kill you and burn this house down. You were unlucky enough to get caught in a fire and die.”

 

Gilder said that and approached her. He never thought he would try to burn down his own house. Well, he is the man who set fire to Rachel’s house to kill her. He could set his own house on fire too. She picked up the statue again and threw it. Then this time, Guilder quickly lowered his head to avoid it.

 

“Twice, ugh!”

 

That’s what she was aiming for. As soon as Guilder dodged, she threw the teacup she had prepared earlier towards his face. Unfortunately, this time the teacup did not break. It would have been great if so. As soon as she threw the teacup, she immediately ran inside the house. Usually, a house has a back door. To evacuate in case of fire.

 

“Shit.”

 

The back door was tight and wouldn’t open. She gave up only after trying a little harder. Giving up should be quick. Especially if it’s her life that’s at stake.

 

Bang!

 

The moment she felt the back of her head and dodged her body, the poker came crashing into the wall next to her. The wall seemed to have caved in, but she didn’t have time to see it. She ran straight through the open door and immediately heard Guilder come in. This was probably a dining room. They again engaged in an activity similar to a game of tag across the long table. She moved her body as if she was going to go out the other door, but when Guilder was fooled, she turned around and went out the door she came through.

 

“This!”

 

Guilder’s anger at losing her right before his eyes burst out vividly, but she didn’t care. How much time has passed? Her heart felt like it was going to explode, but she could only walk half a circle around the house. Wouldn’t it be better to go out through the front door? As soon as that thought crossed my mind, she started running toward the front door. But a guilder came out of nowhere and swung a poker.

 

“Die!”

 

Avoided. She thought she was dodging. The moment she thought that, she heard a ‘pop!’ sound and felt as if lightning had struck her arm. She couldn’t even scream and fell to the floor.

 

“Gotcha.”

 

Gilder’s voice came. It was fine. It’s the left arm, not the right arm. His right arm is fine. She placed her right arm on the floor. And then she rolled forward to avoid the next attack from the guilder.

 

Bang!

 

With the sound of something hitting hard, she saw someone’s legs and shoes right in front of me. As soon as the shoes moved, she smelled a familiar smell. It was a familiar masculine scent that made her feel relieved. Surprisingly, she immediately recognized the owner of the scent.

 

“General Burns?”

 

A sound of surprise was heard from Gilder. But it was only for a moment and soon there was no sound. She ran to the door to prepare for any unexpected situation and only then looked back. Inside the house, Elliot could be seen looking down at the fallen Guilder.

 

‘Oh my god.’

 

Gilder appears to have fainted. Or dead. She hoped he just fainted. Because she was very curious about the dream he had.

 

“Eugenie.”

 

Elliot greeted her. It may seem unreasonable for him to say hello to her in this situation, but that was just like Elliot. She confirmed that what Elliot was holding in his hand was not a sword but a scabbard. There was a sword in it, but at least he was holding it in its sheath, so Guilder wouldn’t have been stabbed by the sword.

 

“Eww.”

 

Sensation in her left arm began to return. It was so painful that she wanted to frown, but she tried to keep her face and spoke with an expressionless face.

 

“I hope not.”

 

‘Wait, you didn’t kill him by breaking his neck or something, did you?’

 

She read it in a book. You can kill someone by breaking their neck. So she checked to see if Gilder’s neck was bent in any strange way. But even if it was weirdly bent, she was not sure she would be able to recognize it. Elliot followed her gaze, looked back at Guilder, and spoke as if trying to reassure her.

 

“He’s not dead.”

 

That’s enough. This man was the one who tried to kill Rachel. And he tried to kill her. She was a witness. Now they could prove Rachel’s innocence. And if the magistrate investigates, he would find out why Gilder did what he did and what exactly he told her.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

Elliot asked, approaching her. She didn’t like his worried expression, but she spoke politely to maintain her courtesy as a recipient of help.

 

“It shows up whenever you think I’m in danger.”

 

Elliot smiled cheerfully. But she was not cheerful at all.

 

“I will try.”

 

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