Obsessed with Regressors

Elliot was hiding something from her. And it has something to do with Lady Devon. 

That’s what she thought. Very intensely.

 

“Let’s go, Lord Lannon.”

 

She motioned for Lord Lannon to go ahead. Lord Lannon looked a little excited. She looked at her with an expression of emotion, then gave Elliot a strange look and turned around. So, a boastful expression? What on earth? She followed after Lord Lannon, then realized Elliot was following her and turned to him. He said, raising his arms.

 

“It’s dangerous, so I have to be by your side.”

 

Those words must have made Sir Lannon feel bad. How did he know how the person walking ahead of him was feeling? Lord Lannon snorted.

 

“Lady Devon. Do you remember me?”

 

The cabin where Lord Lannon had taken Millie was quite a distance from the cabin where she had met the doctor. She opened the door a little and said hello to Milly, and she seemed to be worried that she was going to attack her, so she put both of her arms out in front of her.

 

“The noble Lady Biscon.”

 

Lady Devon gritted her teeth and called to me. oh. I nodded and said.

 

“Great. You too are a dreamer.”

 

“How…”

 

The response came not from Millie, but from Lord Lannon, the owner of one of the two arms in front of her. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Lord Lannon.

 

“First of all, Lady Devon. You are second.”

 

And then he immediately turned his head to Elliot.

 

“You are the third.”

 

Elliot raised an eyebrow in disapproval, but she didn’t leave. Meanwhile, she turned to Lady Devon and said:

 

“Do you remember the attack on Lord Voltigor?”

 

“I’m the one who couldn’t kill Hanji!”

 

Millie’s voice didn’t seem to be Millie’s voice. For a moment, it made her wonder if she was being controlled by an evil wizard. But her eyes were looking at me clearly. She said while thinking about how to say it euphemistically.

 

“The Countess will be on the Duke’s ship looking for you. She told me to bring her here as soon as I can get in touch with her.”

 

When the Countess of Devon’s story was mentioned, Millie’s expression changed slightly. She took a moment and spoke again.

 

“I hope we get our point across before that.”

 

“What?”

 

An expression appeared on Lady Devon’s face as if to ask what that meant. She twitched her lips, then sighed and spoke.

 

“You didn’t mean to kill Lord Voltigor. I will say it went down easily when I pulled you off me.”

 

“Lady Biscon.”

 

Lord Lannon interjected in surprise, but I shook her head. If Lady Devon is crazy, as the Countess Devon said, she needs to recuperate. It’s not like being locked up in jail.

 

“Do you think I’ll forgive you for that?”

 

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Millie’s response was not one of gratitude. I gave up trying to figure out how to keep Millie from getting hurt. This is because it felt ridiculous to prevent people who were not in their right mind from getting hurt.

 

“Lady Devon, you tried to harm someone by confusing a dream with reality. I don’t think there’s any reason for me to be forgiven by you.”

 

Lady Devon’s expression darkened when she was told that she had confused her dreams with reality. She tried to come towards me, but before she could, Elliot covered me with her own body.

 

“Count Burns.”

 

Anger appeared on Lady Devon’s face when she saw Elliot. As if she had then realized that Elliot and Lord Lannon were by her side, she turned to them and glared at Eugene.

 

“Are you here to criticize me? You were plotting treason? Or, did you come to laugh at me?”

 

It seemed that Lady Devon’s mind was consumed by dreams again. Rather, treason? She looked at Lady Devon in confusion and then turned her head to Elliot. But he didn’t say anything. She didn’t know if he doesn’t know, or if he knows but doesn’t say anything. She turned her head back to Lady Devon after seeing Eliot with her arms around her, expressionless. Lauren said in her dream that she was the king. They say that all the royal family died because of the dragon’s wrath. That means that hundreds of heirs to the throne before her have all died. Father, mother, and even Oliver.

 

“It’s a dream. Lady Devon, come to your senses.”

 

Her dream of Eugene becoming king was ridiculous. But Lauren, Gilder, and even Lady Devon seemed to have had the same dream. What on earth does this mean? She didn’t know what it was, but she hoped the palace doesn’t see this as a foreshadowing that she would commit treason. Millie’s face distorted again at her words. She buried her face in her hands as if in pain and stumbled to a sitting position. And she cried and screamed.

 

“A dream? That is? So what about our kids? What about Amy? What about Rohan?”

 

‘Oh my god.’ She bit her lip without realizing it. She could feel Lady Devon’s despair right before her eyes. It was only her dream and she was suffering from the loss of her own children.

 

“Rohan, Rohan!”

 

Millie began scratching the floor and calling someone’s name. It must be her son. Eugenie sighed. She felt much worse than she imagined. This was why she tried to adjust her words to her advantage. For whatever reason, Lady Devon was a patient. She couldn’t believe it was so right for her to go to her prison.

 

“I can’t forgive you.”

 

The next moment, Millie gritted her teeth again and raised her head. She looked in their direction, but she didn’t see us. It was somewhere far away. Maybe she was seeing her dream.

 

“I can’t forgive Wes. He killed my son, and because of him, Amy…” said the Countess of Devon. In Millie’s dream, her husband killed their two sons. I spoke to her to calm her down.

 

“Millie, it was a dream.”

 

“Dream? A dream?”

 

Millie started jumping with anger again. Elliot and Lord Lannon quickly blocked her path, but they couldn’t stop Millie from screaming.

 

“Bitch! You killed it! You killed Amy! I won’t let you go either!”

 

Oh, now she knew why she hated her so much. It seemed like in her dream she killed her daughter. That’s a huge dream. She sighed. It was obvious that Lady Devon had no idea about her, for she could kill someone. 

 

At that time, Sir Lannon shouted.

 

“Did you think you could plot treason and get away with it?”

 

Then, to everyone’s surprise, Lady Devon’s fuss stopped. She saw that she had stopped between Elliot and Lord Lannon, as if impaled by her sword. Right. Then it makes sense. That she killed Millie’s daughter. If she were king and had plotted treason with Lady Devon and her husband, Millie’s family would certainly have been punished. Usually, treason carries the death penalty.

 

“Amy was two years old.”

 

The problem was that he was too young. Millie sobbed. She looked a mess from all the fuss and scratching on her floor. She even got wet here and there as she attacked Lord Voltigor. 

Still, Eugenie thought she was more desperate than crazy. If you ask her if there was a big difference between the two, she had nothing to say.

 

“She was two years old. It was me and Wes who were at fault. There was no need to hang him, her child, her child.”

 

Millie fell to the floor again. She looked at her sobbing shoulder and turned her head to Lord Lannon. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do. It’s a dream. It’s not reality. It didn’t happen. But was that really the case? For Millie, it was real, it happened. Didn’t Lauren say that? It feels as vivid as if it happened just yesterday. Her son, who plotted treason but failed and was killed by her husband. A two-year-old daughter who was captured and killed for treason. She was living in a terrible reality. No matter how much it was a dream, it was reality to her.

 

“We should have killed each other instead. That little thing…”

 

Millie, who was sobbing, said she had no idea who she was talking to. It was a resentful voice, but she felt guilty. It was heartbreaking for her, but at the same time she gained some information. Millie’s son was killed by her husband. And although her daughter was executed, she did not die with her. Millie feels guilty over her daughter’s death. She didn’t like gambling. No, Eugenie was closer to hating it. But what Millie and she were losing here now were her non-existent children. So she decided to take a gamble.

 

“They’re not dead.”

 

“What?”

 

Lady Devon, who had fallen to the floor and sobbed at her words, raised her head.

 

“Lady Biscon.”

 

Sir Lannon was surprised and tried to talk to her, but she ignored her and stepped in front of Elliot and Sir Lannon. For a split second, Elliot’s hand seemed to grab her waist, but he only brushed it. She straightened her back and straightened her shoulders.

 

“I didn’t kill them.”

 

“But, but he died…”

 

“Did you see the body?”

 

Millie’s eyes wavered. Good. It seemed that her daughter’s body did not appear in her dreams. She took a deep breath. Do you know what’s most important when it comes to lying? Oliver did that. It’s called confidence.

 

“It was stolen. To a place you don’t know. I told people she was dead.”

 

“But…”

 

Lady Devon looked at her in disbelief. She got up and said:

 

“Uh, why?”

 

Why? She shrugged. Wasn’t it obvious?

 

“She’s only two years old. There is no sin.”

 

“Well, then why don’t you tell me…”

 

She appeared to be asking why she said her daughter was dead. She said calmly.

 

“That will be the biggest punishment.”

 

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