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There were common nas and unusual nas, nas that were popular amongst the youth and others that were archaic; so were even won’s nas and n’s nas.
However, there were no last nas. Additionally, Elisha didn’t recognize any of them. That was even more peculiar.
It was because Elisha never forgot the nas of people she had heard once. When she t a person once, she made sure to morize their face and na. She acquired and honed this skill after learning special morization techniques as an adult. It was a requirent if she was going to work and survive under Jacob.
‘Pian… … this na. Umm, I can’t place it but, I think I’ve heard it sowhere before.’
Elisha held the na tag and scrutinized it for a while.
‘I must have t soone with this na before. Where have I t you…? … .’
It was definitely the na of soone she had t when she was very young.
It was when she was lost in thought. Just … … . just about… to rember it— It was at the tip of her mory.
Elisha unconsciously fiddled with her locket hanging around her neck. The heavy locket, which contained the ancient gold coin, did not rattle because it had a flaw on the inside.
‘Why did I touch this?’
When Elisha caught herself doing this, she was perplexed. But it seed her subconscious was telling her there was a connection between these two completely different things. It certainly felt like a clue.
Then—Slam. There was the sound of a door opening. Elisha’s eyes widened. She never really thought Lucerne would co.
And instantly, the stupidest thoughts of her entire life occupied her head: She recalled and was conscious of her appearance.
When she ca to the Red Club, she wore a black hat. The sh veil on the hat covered half of Elisha’s face. She then painted her lips red and wore a black dress that showed off the curves of her body. She had to dress like this so she could enter the club.
Occasionally, drunkards mistook her for a courtesan who worked there and aggressively pursued her.
‘I’m glad I’m covering up my burn scars today.’
Elisha wondered if she would appear at least a little bit of a woman to him or at least appear less ugly in front of him than before.
Those idiotic thoughts were intrusive, and she was unable to suppress them. So what if she didn’t look as ugly? How could she forget her place and want to look pretty to Lucerne?
Lucerne entered the room, and she said nothing.
“I was wondering what kind of trap I would encounter today.”
“… … .”
“It was a cuter trap than I thought,”
Lucerne laughed. Elisha realized that he was drunk. He was staggering, although he looked languid and effortless as usual. Elisha took a step back.
“Are you alright?”
She didn’t know how to talk to the man. She hesitated and asked quietly.
“I just returned from the battlefield. So I took a painkiller.”
That day, if Elisha had been a little more rational, she would have realized it was a hallucinogen.
“What is the deal you want to do with ?”
Elisha couldn’t understand what he ant. Lucerne took another step closer.
“Did you call because you were lonely?”
She knew that he would tease her like a gangster.
“I heard you were sick. Are you unable to speak properly?”
Lucerne whispered. Her heart was beating so loud now that she felt as if she would faint if she uttered the slightest word.
How exceedingly laughable that her heart was pounding like this even though she knew it was a light flirtation. Maybe sothing was damaged inside, Elisha thought.
“I thought I told you to stay out of my sight.”
“… … .”
“It’s not kind of you to call this way.”
Lucerne smiled. She raised her head and t his eyes.
What could she say?
What could he be thinking?
This man made her head blank just by making eye contact with her. She bit her lip.
“Did your master order you to call ?”
“… … Yes.”
That was the answer Elisha finally ca up with.
‘Pian?’
Only then did Elisha rember. It was an old mory. It suddenly ca to mind when she t Lucerne.
She should have kept her mouth shut, then.
She should have known that he was slowly reading the na tags with languid eyes in front of each chair at the table.
She should have recognized Lucerne’s change of air. Instead, her acute survival instinct, which had shrewdly preserved her life so far, failed before him.
“I’ve t a man nad Pian.”
“Really?”
“Yes. A long ti ago… … . I think it was when I was young.”
Lucerne did not answer. He walked slowly around the table. Elisha was taken aback by his bloodthirsty air.
“What did you say?”
Lucerne uttered with the utmost affection.
“They say hell resents ?”
“… … Yes?”
“You are the sa.”
Lucerne muttered. She raised her head at his words, which she did not understand. Her body continued to tremble from his threatening aura.
“You are the sa,”
Lucerne muttered again. He was suddenly furious. In his eyes flared a passion like a cold fla and fierce hatred.
“Who ordered you—Jacob? Or, Carola? You want to mock again for that?”
“Ah!”
He approached. Elisha reflexively took a step back. Suddenly, the wall hit her back. Her eyes trembled.
“I don’t know anything,”
Elisha barely managed to state calmly. Instead, he put his hand on the sword at his waist.
And then it happened.
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