Chapter 3 : Slowly And Sweetly

The sudden light hit her eyes with a sharp pain which was giving her a heavy feeling at the back of her head and her shoulders slumped weakly. She shook her head from side to side trying to calm herself down.

At the same time, it flashed back to countless memories, like a fall down a hill.

They were all a part of what she had gone through here. Sadness, gloom, frustration, and anger washed over her body as her mind had gone black.

How long has it been like this?

She began to reorganize her surroundings. Which was familiar to her.

"I am....back" Melantha mumbled as her eyes gathered.

Melantha remembered the massive room which was given by the marquee. The room on the lower floor was near to the maids' rooms. It was to prove the level of the family members. To prove that Melantha was no different from the servants.

"How childish."

The slight hit of the mirror light shows the truth. The trembling finger-tip clenched against the mirror. The rosy lips pressed tightly together as she chuckled in a low voice. Those blue diamond-like eyes were turning into pure bloody eyes under the beaming mirror light. She would smirk wickily.

"How should I kill you".

She tapped her fingers on the mirror.

Melantha did return, as the deal made with the devil.

But she doesn't want to end everything so fast. She wants to torture them sweetly.

She wanted to make them feel the same pain and suffering she had gone through. She didn't want to end this so early. Slowly and painfully she wanted to crash them.

'Let's take this slowly and sweetly'.

Her eyes returned to normal as she made her move.

—Bang!

Without any proper knocks or asking for permission in a discourteous manner, the maids of the marquis' family entered Melantha's room.

"Huh! It seems her ladyship has awakened already." A woman with brown hair tied up in a ponytail first entered the room.

"Ho my, it's such a shame". The second one entered as she followed the woman while carrying the cold water.

"We wanted to wake you up. Now what should we do?"

"You! Didn't even clean the room!"

Melantha stood there calmly as her dark blue eyes narrowed down darkly at those two women.

Melantha knew those two maids. Who were prepared by the marchioness. The marchioness wanted to keep an eye on Melantha. She wanted to make her life hell while she was staying there. To make sure she would be under their control, those maids were a part of this.

The woman with brown hair is named Kitty and the other one is Nell.

Melantha smiled as she gazed down at those two.

Melantha wanted revenge. To do that, she had to be powerful both physically and politically.

—Slash

They splashed the cold water on Melantha.

"Ho, goodness! I'm sorry, my ladyship. You see my hand slipped mistakenly." She was mocking her.

"I hope you forgive us."

The long white silver hair which gleamed under the sun's rays was dripping cold and wet on her frail shoulders. Under the wet hair she glared at those two maids.

A tip of silence fell between them as Melantha glared at them with deep blue eyes which were showing the abyss. They could feel the chillness of the air which was coming from the back of their heads. Their weedy bodies were freezing, those two were white-faced like a puny child.

"The hell.....with that bitçh"

"Don't worry, that bitçh can't do anything."

Kitty moved forward to Melantha, who was glaring at them.

Kitty felt hesitant, her shoulders flinched when moving forward to Melantha. She bites her lower lip in displacement and her eyes rage because of the sudden change in Melantha's.

'What's with this bitçh! Why is she acting up today?', Kitty thinks.

It was rare for Melantha to fight back with them. She used to endure every time they oppressed her. It was not new to Melantha at all. She would endure everything pressing herself down.

Not now.

She is different from before. She stayed quiet because she wanted to live just like a dead rat. Everything is different from before. She had already died anyway. Now she is not the frightened child she used to be,

She is tired of being afraid and being like that.

She returned back all the way here. Shouldn't it be a good chance to make her move from here on?

Melantha's eyes glinted with a sharp shine. The corners of her lips went up with the tip of excitement as her glinted eyes slowly turning into light bloody colour.

Without noticing that, kitty raised her hand.

—Slap!

Slap, slap, slap.

Nell could heed those slaps in the air. But somehow Nell was scared of those sounds. Her eyes were terrified while her shoulders slumped weakly as she felt before understanding anything.

"W-what's going on?..." She whispered to herself in a heavy breath.

"That's not enough, continue." Melantha would click her tongue inside.

Melantha noticed Nell's terrified expression.

The similar emotion that she had gone through, but still, it was not enough to call this an end. She can't kill them.

They would be a great use for her in the plan.

"You go bring me a washcloth", Melantha said while glaring at Nell with her deadly eyes.

"Y-yes?, Ho! Yes, yes. My lady" Nell ran on her fourth without looking back.

Melantha desired to destroy the Béchalot family. But she doesn't have power in her bare hands.

Melantha clenched her fists.

More than anything, she had to break free from the Marquee magical contract.

Without knowing anything, she sighed the unknown magical contract which was given by the marquee before entering the Bécholot family. That contract is no difference from the slave and master contact.

But in the case of Melantha, not only her body but her heart was also under Marquee Bécholot's control. That's why the marquee is known as her master of life.

That's why she couldn't disobey him.

Even during the assassination of Archduke Weselton, her body was under the control of the marquee.

Who was forcing her to poisoning Archduke Weselton without her will.

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'damn it! Just what happened to that girl today? She was not like that last time, when I slapped her!"

Just what's happened?

Nell, who ran away from Melantha on her fourth, was going to report what had happened to the head maid.

Nell remembered the half-red eyes of Melantha, which were crying bloody tears.

A shiver ran down to Nell's spine as she froze midway.

'nn-no, I must be mistaken'

She was walking down the staircase. It was then she perceived something.

"But, why would Kitty slap herself?" She mumbled to herself.

'It's not like she went crazy?'

"What is going on here?" Nell couldn't understand what was going on with her friend Kitty. She was terrified by the sudden suspicious actions of the young lady.

Now, Nell was even frightened to report anything.

"What are you doing here?"

"Lady!!..."