MPBAGS Chapter 4

Count Rohanson looked down at the maid before him.

Even though she wasn't a criminal, Daisy was trembling with her eyes closed and head bowed. Considering that Count Rohanson wasn't such a harsh employer to his servants, she seemed unnecessarily frightened.

It was understandable, since Daisy had been attending to that Evangeline for the past two days at close range. No matter what was inside, the outward appearance looked very similar, so she would have caught glimpses of the young lady's fragments in Count Rohanson.

Knowing this well, Count Rohanson didn't scold the maid. The Daisy before him had been close friends with his dead daughter regardless of their different social positions, and that's why she had readily volunteered to serve 'that thing.' Count Rohanson slowly opened his mouth.

"So. What has that thing been doing?"

"She asked about Miss Evangeline. How old she was, what her family relationships were like. Whether there were any foods she liked or behaviors she often did. And she acts as if she's really become the Miss. When I said the Miss goes for walks at 8 o'clock, she said she would do the same. She puts on the Miss's clothes and walks around, but..."

The cute face with freckles became distorted. Her tightly closed eyelashes trembled. Daisy spoke as if vomiting, like giving confession to a priest.

The angry shout gradually died down and became blurred. She couldn't finish saying 'It seemed like she wanted to become Miss Evangeline' because she realized she was being too emotional.

The one who would find this most horrific would be Count Rohanson, Evangeline's father.

"She didn't seem to care whether the maids who saw her fainted or not."

Was that all? Daisy recalled Miss Evangeline watching the maid who was dragged away with her mouth covered.

Even though she was crying so desperately to be spared, the emotion in those red eyes watching it was definitely disgust. There was contempt as if looking at worms wriggling on the roadside.

The Miss Evangeline that Daisy knew wasn't like that. That fragile girl couldn't speak a harsh word to others even if she made herself sick. If she had wanted to become the Miss, she shouldn't have looked at people with such contempt.

Don't look like that. Daisy lowered her head, afraid their eyes might meet. By the way... is that thing, are those eyes still looking at me?

"Then suddenly she said she wanted to learn letters."

"Letters?"

Daisy nodded and continued.

"She said she had memory loss so she couldn't remember letters and asked me to buy some."

Since Daisy had promised to serve that thing, she couldn't go buy books herself, so she tried to ask someone else and just stepped away briefly to deliver the message.

In that brief moment, the room was empty. Wondering if she had run away somewhere with the Miss's body, she searched the entire fourth floor. Then she saw the very last room was open.

It was a room the Miss had never allowed anyone to enter. She couldn't find the key either, so she was just leaving it alone. She briefly wondered how she had opened it when it was locked.

The door was slightly ajar. Opening it more would make noise. Then Daisy would receive that contemptuous gaze too.

Holding her breath, she peeked into the room through the gap. That thing was definitely holding a book.

"The request to buy books saying she didn't know letters was definitely a lie to get rid of me. When I went back, I saw her reading a book. And, and..."

What happened after this was vividly remembered. She wanted to forget it, but the more she tried, the clearer it became.

"Her finger was bleeding. She seemed to have drawn a pattern on the floor with that blood. It was a drawing that made me feel sick just looking at it."

She was drawing a picture on the floor with her finger, but there was actually a rough sound. It sounded like scratching the floor wildly with her nails.

"And after finishing drawing all of that, she muttered something. The only thing I clearly heard was... 'contract.'"

The sound wasn't clear. Daisy put her ear closer to the door. Then she accidentally pushed the door slightly.

She prayed that she hadn't been noticed. But their eyes met.

Terrified, Daisy squeezed her eyes shut.

And that was all Daisy saw.

"Contract..."

Count Rohanson stroked his chin. A pattern drawn with blood and a contract. No matter how he thought about it, it didn't seem like a very good situation.

Some kind of witchcraft? He was already burning inside because of that thing that entered his daughter's body, and now another monster summoned with blood might appear, wouldn't it?

Count Rohanson sighed. This was all because his daughter committed suicide.

The temple wouldn't even preside over the funeral or allow burial, so an evil spirit possessed that body. The problem was that even holy water couldn't drive out that evil spirit.

Since there was no other way, he had no choice but to continue surveillance. He was about to encourage Daisy to suffer for a few more days when the appearance of the maid still squeezing her eyes shut seemed strange for the first time.

"But why have you been keeping your eyes closed?"

"Why, you ask? Of course it's because I'm scared. That thing keeps looking at me. Count."

Rather, Daisy asked back as if puzzled. Looking at her? The Count suddenly turned his head.

And his gaze met with the clustered eyes looking at him.