A Cynical Principle - Episode 1.2.4
Episode 1: Watchdog of the Dark City (Part 2.4)
His hands pressed steadily on the back of the Lord, who spoke quickly, “I would rather be alone to heal my wounds.”
He brought Lord Rothschild to the middle of the entrance hall and bowed gratefully. Then Univale withdrew for about three steps and firmly pulled the bell-string attached to the wall.
“Take a rest then.”
Then there was a strange sound, and the figure of Lord Rothschild disappeared abruptly. The floor on where the Lord stood was open.
“Partita~! I’ll write a letter~~~”
As the words of the man who drew the tail grew farther, Partita quickly peeked through the hole. Nothing could be seen, the darkness directly spread downwards.
“… Where is this going?”
“To the middle of the Dark City.”
That’s what he said and went straight away.
“And what is the truth?” Partita asked while putting the carrot juice on the desk of the study table, as she saw the Lord throwing himself into the cushion of the chaise longue.
“He didn’t tell me that he was looking forward to it in the carriage on his way home. It’s a lie, isn’t it?”
“You’re so sharp.”
“Did his wife conspire to kill Lord Rothschild?”
“A normal mind would think so. There must be a thick fog in the boy’s head. With Rothschild and Savoa, no matter how you think of it, money, position, and promises are too different. Lord Savoa would have wanted to get the famous Miss Miraille, who was a beautiful woman, for there seems to be a rumor that the mansion is full of mistresses dressed as maids. The wife chose money, but the Lord got in the way because he was hindered by the straight line of vision. So his wife hid from him and Lord Savoa beat the noisy flies. If you put your tusks on your neck, you’ll have to confess, that lady.”
The mouth of Univale twitched ironically.
“It’s a question of whether to take love or money…”
The morning bell rang in the distance. The alternation of light and darkness, anomaly and human control begun.
“-and I’ve taken the trouble to do that, Partita, let me drink your blood.”
“No, you just drank when you worked a lot the other day. It’s not that easy for my body to produce blood.”
“If you could do that, you would be the Queen of the Black City.”
“Even if you got attacked by a vampire, you won’t die; you won’t become a vampire… you have lived for many years and you are the first to do so.”
“Everything has its beginnings.”
“That badness is fatal.”
“Leave me alone.”
Perhaps he was tired of dealing with the open, youthful vampire. The unpleasant taste that always continued to interrupt and a defenseless breathing could be heard instead.
A beautiful person from southern France, like an actor whose presence itself stood on the stage.
The absolute watchdog in the Dark City: Charlo de Univale.
Partita sighed and tightened the thick dull red curtains without any gaps, and blew out the flame of the candle.
The book of perfect darkness was unloaded in the room though the outside had begun to wait for dawn.
And, the dreaming tenor will be heard again.
“By the way, I have received the gold coins from Lord Savoa.”
“── I’ll give you a special allowance for Lord Rothschild.”
If you look at it, the red was laughing coldly on the other side of the darkness.
Partita returned a gorgeous smile that seemed to be a thing of the world, and said in a light voice like a cloud sparrow, “Thank you very much for your hard work. Do you want me to rub your shoulders?”