On the third night after Daisy and Viola arrived at Baron Bolus’s estate, while Viola and the Baron were having their unpleasant private discussion in the chapel, Daisy had once again been dragged into Pelinda’s ribbon-covered room full of giant plush dolls and candlelight.
Earlier, Pelinda had briefly fallen into a gloomy mood after thinking about her father’s habit of sacrificing himself for everyone else.
But after a little comfort from Daisy—
She had immediately revived at full health.
Now she was once again laughing, jumping around, hugging Daisy, and enthusiastically rummaging through her wardrobe.
“Little Daisy~~~ adorable little dragon~~~ come play dress-up with big sister~~~~”
One outfit after another emerged from the closet.
Childhood dresses.
Cute outfits.
Little coats.
Tiny accessories.
Pelinda looked ready for war.
“Pelinda! Calm down!”
“Stop pulling my clothes!”
“No need to be shy!”
Pelinda grinned shamelessly.
“I’ve already seen the most important secret thing you were hiding anyway!”
“Come on!”
“This outfit will absolutely suit you!”
“Young dragon style!”
“It’ll definitely be unbearably cute!”
The “important secret thing” she referred to was naturally Daisy’s dragon horns.
After discovering Daisy’s identity, Pelinda hadn’t become afraid.
Nor had she developed any strange intentions.
Instead, she’d somehow become even more enthusiastic.
Among humans, that level of acceptance was rare.
As rare as her father.
“Pelinda! Wait!”
“I’ll change myself, okay?!”
Only then did Pelinda reluctantly stop trying to help.
“Yay!”
“I can finally witness Little Daisy in adorable clothes—”
“DAISY.”
A cold voice suddenly interrupted.
Everything froze.
Pelinda’s smile froze.
Her body froze.
Even the room itself felt frozen.
Behind her—
Viola stood there silently.
No one knew when she had appeared.
“WAAAAAAAH?!”
Pelinda nearly exploded.
“M-M-Miss in Black?!”
“W-When did you get here?!”
“Just now.”
Daisy, meanwhile, forgot everything else.
“Viola!”
She immediately ran over and threw herself into Viola’s arms.
Pelinda panicked.
“Miss in Black! This room isn’t what it looks like!”
“T-These decorations…”
“T-They’re not exactly…”
“I mean…”
Before she could finish—
Viola had already lifted Daisy into her arms and turned around.
“Time’s getting late.”
“Good night.”
And just like that—
She walked out.
**
Inside the dark hallway, Viola carried Daisy quietly toward their room.
After a while, she suddenly spoke.
“Daisy.”
“You’re a kind child too.”
Her voice was calm and cool.
“Kindness itself isn’t bad.”
“The important thing is whether you have the strength necessary to remain kind.”
“If you aren’t strong enough to resist the world’s cruelty…”
“Kindness will only make you weaker.”
“And eventually drag down the people around you too.”
“Being kind also has a price.”
“Wuu…”
Daisy shrank slightly into Viola’s embrace.
“I don’t really know whether I’m kind or not…”
“I just feel bad when I see people crying.”
Beside her, Viola smiled faintly.
“That really hasn’t changed.”
“Huh?”
Daisy tilted her head.
She had no idea what Viola meant.
“It’s fine.”
“You’ll understand someday.”
After walking a little farther—
Daisy suddenly remembered something.
Right.
The Baron.
What exactly had Viola talked about with him?
Just as she opened her mouth—
Viola suddenly buried her face near Daisy’s neck.
“W-Wah?!”
“Viola?! Again?!”
Sniff sniff…
Sniff sniff sniff…
“As expected…”
“Her perfume smell is still there.”
Daisy’s face instantly heated up.
“T-That…”
“Pelinda’s just kind of clingy…”
Viola narrowed her eyes.
“That human really can’t be underestimated.”
“W-Whatever you do, don’t kill her!”
“Not killing.”
“Not killing.”
Thus, Baron Bolus’s mansion finally welcomed a peaceful night.
Everyone there could sleep peacefully.
But over a hundred kilometers away—
Inside Viscount Clyde’s territory—
The night was far from peaceful.
“What?!”
“Viscount Clyde was murdered by a witch?!”
On a crowded square illuminated by torches, a middle-aged priest wearing church robes shouted loudly.
“The servants reported a suspicious woman in black!”
“And soon afterward our noble lord passed away!”
“This is blasphemy against the gods!”
“It was Baron Bolus who sheltered this evil witch!”
“We cannot allow evil to spread!”
“Followers of the gods!”
“Come with me!”
“We shall punish the witch!”
The crowd erupted.
“God protect us!”
“Punish the heretic!”
“Burn the witch!”
“God is with us!!!!!!!!”
Torches rose into the sky.
Wooden crosses lifted like spears.
Religious frenzy swept through the crowd.
In a chaotic world filled with war, demons, suffering, disease, and famine—
Faith spread easily.
And blind faith…
Could be manipulated even more easily.
Behind the scenes, Viscount Clyde’s grieving and hate-filled wife had already requested help from a corrupt local priest.
Truth no longer mattered.
Whether rumors were real no longer mattered.
All that mattered—
Was finding someone to blame.
So throughout the night—
Large groups of fervent believers began marching toward Baron Bolus’s territory.
Not because they truly understood anything.
But simply because they had once again become weapons in someone else’s hands.
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