When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 269

Chapter 269: Chapter 190: If You Say So Chapter 269: Chapter 190: If You Say So “...Hmm?”

Yulia, who was eavesdropping outside the door, suddenly paused.

The door to the princess’s chamber was quite thick, which made it hard for her to hear clearly.

However, she thought she faintly heard...

“...shall I accompany you in killing someone?”

Huh?

What is Brother talking about?

Confused, Yulia lifted her head and exchanged a glance with Lily.

Their eyes quickly communicated.

...

——Did I hear wrong?

——No, but it doesn’t matter.

Lily nodded slightly, then shook her head and gestured with her finger to her lips, signaling silence.

Yulia nodded and pressed her ear against the door once more.

“What, what’s going on?”

David, standing upright with his arms folded at the side, noticed the sudden change in expression of the two girls and immediately became curious about the contents of the conversation inside the room.

But Father said, knights should not engage in acts of theft.

Whether stealing money, objects, eavesdropping, or kidnapping is not allowed...

...but I’m really curious!

What exactly are they talking about inside, and why did Yulia’s expression become so complex?

David’s heart itched with eagerness.

Although he couldn’t listen in, asking someone who did shouldn’t be a problem, right?

“What exactly is Mr.

Aiwass saying?”

“Knight” whispered, lowering his voice.

However, Yulia paid no heed to him, as if she hadn’t heard him speak at all.

Lily, on the other hand, noticed his expression and considerately took half a step back, nonchalantly offering him a spot.

But the knight hesitated for just a moment, then firmly shook his head, bravely and decisively resisting the temptation.

——Although he regretted it immediately after refusing, David was still proud of himself for daring to refuse in that instant.

...That being said, he became even more curious.

And while David was still struggling at the doorway, a cry of surprise came from inside the room.

For Isabel finally put down her paintbrush and turned around to see Aiwass.

She almost lost her footing and sat back down in shock—

Aiwass’s wheelchair was positioned desolately far away.

And wrapped around Aiwass, who stood behind her, were strands of black smoke.

They were not the black smoke of something burning; rather, they looked like the negative color of the white frost emitted by ice blocks.

This smoke seemed to have its own consciousness, and it flaunted something—turning into energy-formed black serpents, coiling around Aiwass, emerging from his collar and winding up to the back of Aiwass’s head, lifting his strands of hair.

Below Aiwass’s figure, his shadow boiled like a pot of soup, bubbling and frothing as if something was about to form but then shattered again.

Seeing this sight, Isabel’s first reaction was to startle in fright.

It wasn’t out of concern that Aiwass might harm her...

but rather, that he might be controlled by some demon, having his mind taken away.

But quickly, she realized.

This was Aiwass showing her his secret.

“Since you, Isabel, are planning to reveal your secrets to me,” Aiwass said softly, lips curling slightly, “allow me to show you one of my secrets.

And with that, we are even.”

His tone was completely the same as usual, and yet, for some reason...

Isabel felt an eerie vibe in his words.

As if in sync with Aiwass’s words, a shadow crept out from his sleeve like a black serpent, subtly coiling around Isabel’s slender, fair neck, slightly lifting her head as if hooking her chin with a finger.

“Tch.”

Aiwass appeared slightly discontent as he gently slapped his shadow, which then promptly retracted.

Isabel felt her heart pounding, a thrill of doing something naughty, and answered earnestly.

In fact, had the Queen not directly exposed Aiwass’s disguise...

he would never have revealed “Aleister’s” identity at this time.

He still wanted to tease Sherlock, David, and Isabel whenever he could.

Yulia and Lily knew about it.

Yanis had the ability and habit of peeping everywhere through her drawings, so she must know everything.

The bishop was clever, and Aiwass never intended to hide from him and his wife, so he should know as well.

The rest probably didn’t know about the relationship between Aiwass and Aleister.

Such as Edward, Sherlock, David, and Isabel.

Now that the Queen knew about this and didn’t react much, there wasn’t really any need to hide his identity anymore.

After all, if he were to explain things clearly, they would certainly side with Aiwass—this was mainly due to Aiwass’s mischievousness.

Aiwass was just of a more twisted nature, wanting to play tricks on his friends.

But he didn’t want to go too far and harm those friendships...

So starting a new identity and saying ambiguous things to make them misunderstand was amusing.

—I’m not purposely deceiving you, am I?

I’m telling the truth.

It’s just not the whole truth.

And now, since Isabel seemed to be in a bit of a bad mood, why not give her something to distract her attention?

So-called “trump cards” shouldn’t be held onto for too long...

Keeping them hidden for too long makes them less interesting.

Especially since Isabel was quite clever, she might figure it out herself soon, and the Queen might mention it to her.

If she found out first, and then Aiwass showed her the truth, it would be somewhat embarrassing and unsightly.

It was better to reveal the secret now, bringing a little surprise.

Magic should be performed when the other person doesn’t understand the principles, or even know what’s going to happen next, for the best results.

—And indeed, the effect was very noticeable.

Isabel was now completely distracted from fear, her mind full of Aiwass and Aleister’s matter.

It was like going from a depressed mood to a gossipy one.

Now, probing into her past should no longer make her feel sadness and fear, right?

It might be a little disappointing, but curiosity and fear, excitement and sorrow just might balance each other out.

“In exchange,” Aiwass said softly, “let me take a look at your secret now?”

“...Alright.”

Isabel’s expression tightened a little, and her eyes no longer sparkled like before, nor were they as dull and lifeless.

She returned to a more normal state, just as she would be at school.

Under Aiwass’s gaze, she used a key to open her drawer and took out a thick notebook.

“This is the diary left by my family...”

She said in a low voice, “From eleven years ago, until now.

There are diaries of eight people in here.”

“All recorded in the same notebook?”

Aiwass asked curiously but didn’t reach out to touch it.

He politely inquired, “May I see it?”

“It’s for you to see.”

Isabel said, hands resting on her knees, earnestly, “Because this is the version I transcribed...

The writer was me.”

She straightened up, trying to appear nonchalant, “Of course, there’s also my diary at the end.

You don’t have to read that part.”

If you say that, it doesn’t work that way.

Aiwass thought.

—You didn’t mention it, and I had no desire to read it, but now that you’ve mentioned it, I’m kind of curious.

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