One Hundred Nights with the Devil - Chapter 37

A pitiful man who couldn’t lose hope that the Devil would keep his promise.

You, who said goodbye to me while pretending to be fine, what kind of pain do you intend to endure alone for the sake of me, who has burdened you with cruel hope…….

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She was a strange woman.

Duke Dieter Conrad thought as he leaned against the locked door. The exorcist who had suddenly arrived, the time spent with her was all as unrealistic as a dream.

A lively face and a low voice that resonated in his heart.

Also the hand that approached, promising sweet comfort and hope.

It was reality, but it still felt like a dream, so he could not easily leave the firmly closed door. By the time he barely headed for the main castle, only darkness was prevalent because the sun had already set.

‘I’ve delayed too much time. I intended to return before the sun set.’

It couldn’t be helped. Having a conversation with a living person for the first time in a month was far too stimulating. While blathering on for a long time even useless words like a person intoxicated by d***s, he felt desperation rather than shame.

He even dared to harbor the thought that he wished the time he spent with her would be a little longer.

Thanks to those unnecessary actions and presumptuous emotions, Dieter came to know at least a little bit about the exorcist.

<Ah, pepper. You call it pepper. I saw it for the first time in the South, and there they called it Heoktanyeom. I heard it was something very precious.>

She seemed to be from the Southeast. The words she used were from there, and the way she slightly lowered the end of her sentences when asking questions carried the characteristics of the Southern dialect, and her appearance also reminded him of the Eastern nobles who used to frequent the Imperial Palace.

Of course, that was only speaking of her characteristic appearance; Elena could not be compared to any noble he knew.

To confess, she was beautiful. So much so that he often lost himself while looking at her under the pretext of conversation.

“I told you. You’ll be even more turned on once you see her in person.”

So much so that it was understandable why the wicked Devil coveted her.

<Yes. I am fine.>

<Ah. I apologize. I overstepped my bounds.>

She was beautiful enough to be afraid of touching.

So he tried not to look, but when he came to his senses, his gaze would often be directed toward Elena. Warm-colored hair and eyes resembling a deep sunset, a straight bridge of the nose, red lips, and white skin that went well with the flashy dress…….

If only her external appearance had been beautiful, he could have pushed her away, dismissing it all as the Devil’s trickery.

<Then, could you perhaps choose some books for me? I am only used to transcribing given books, but I am ignorant of how to actually choose good books.>

A candid confession that she was more used to copying books than reading them. The way she smiled brightly when he handed her a book of poetry he enjoyed reading.

Even her dignified attitude of addressing him in a friendly tone all of a sudden, while being as familiar with etiquette as he would mistake her for a daughter of a noble…….

<No. Your Grace is still the master of this place, and you will soon get back everything that was taken from you.>

Gentle comfort. Conviction. Every time those moments were engraved in his memory, he realized.

I won’t be able to forget this person even in death.

<……One volume might not be enough, so I will choose a few more for you if you wish.>

He wanted to talk just a little more. He hoped the conversation wouldn’t end even if his throat went hoarse. Because she wouldn’t be used to Western things. Because it would be difficult for her to live in an unfamiliar place without any servants to take care of her. Because she, too, had to be lonely alone for the time being.