Turning sideways, Chille nestled in Delfina Delettrez Fendi's arms. The beautiful and delicate face bloomed with a flower-like smile, appearing playful and delicate. Sweetly pouting, she pleaded, "Will you help me, Delfina Delettrez Fendi?"
"If I can help you find a way to immortality, my Lord."
Looking down at the little Count's twinkling eyes, Delfina Delettrez Fendi gently shook her head and said, word by word, "How can I eat you then?"
Tsk.
"Don't get too cocky."
Chille, sitting on Delfina Delettrez Fendi's tender legs, slowly straightened her body, looking down upon the enchanting face before her. The sweet and false smile gradually faded, revealing a cold gaze that treated her as nothing more than trash.
"I will win, Demon."
"Ha."
The corners of her thin, crimson lips curled slightly upward.
Miss Demon sneered disdainfully and forcefully pinched the small Count's upturned nose.
"I'm looking forward to the day when you cry and beg for mercy, my little Chille."
...
The restaurant was dimly lit in the night.
Pure white tablecloth with flowing tassels.
Enamel porcelain plates, glass goblets, silver cutlery, red roses and irises decorating the long table in the warm candlelight.
Ding... The silver dining knife unconsciously tapped against the coral-colored enamel glaze of the porcelain plate, producing a crisp sound.
Carefully slicing the roasted venison accompanied by raspberry sauce, Chille turned to Serena who made the sound, and asked, "Doesn't suit your taste, Cousin Serena?"
Serena shook her head, stealing a glance at Delfina Delettrez Fendi. The scene from earlier was still vivid in her mind—
The tall and beautiful figure of the maid gradually distorted and melted, which was something no human could do.
"If you're not used to Lorraine Land Manor, remember to let me know."
Casually brushing it off,
Chille didn't want to pay too much attention to Serena's situation. After taking a sip of tea, she went straight to the point.
"Cousin, do you know Mary Ciccarelli and Luke Hamovi?"
"Hm?"
Serena, who had just come back to her senses, was obviously confused by Chille's question.
"Huh? You don't know, Cousin?"
Seeing the girl's bewildered expression, the little Count furrowed her brows slightly and briefly explained her recent discovery.
"These two names... I've never heard of the latter, and Mary... feels like I've seen her somewhere, but I don't have a substantial impression."
Gently massaging her temples, Serena struggled to recall the history of the Hamovi family but couldn't gather much information.
"How did you find out about these histories, Chille?"
Letting out a sigh, the girl looked apologetically at the little Count, her eyes also revealing some curiosity.
"How did you find out?"
Chille paused for a moment, then calmly and naturally replied, "I found them in the family library of Lorraine Land Manor, in the bookshelves from the Bog Dynasty sorted by year..."
As she spoke, the little Count gradually understood something, her expression becoming somewhat strange—
Not everyone had access to the level of books and knowledge as the Lorraine Land family, even if they were nobles.
Tsk, she had originally hoped to pry some information from the other party, but now it seemed like she knew more than she did.
The surroundings became quiet all of a sudden.
Serena slowly pursed her thin, crimson lips,
Realizing that not even outsiders knew much about her family's history,
Especially revealing this embarrassment in front of the beauty before her, the girl's face flushed.
"Impressive, Lorraine Land."
She took a deep breath, trying to make her expression appear calm and composed,
"Actually, because of frequent wars and the rise and fall of the family, we don't know much about the history of the Hamovi family... Especially the first generations of family heads, there are hardly any records left behind."No record left at all?
This is not normal either.
Even if the world changes dramatically, it is hard to imagine such a situation would naturally occur unless there is deliberate interference – someone intentionally erased the history of the first few generations of the Hamovi family.
Difficult.
Chille sighed deeply in his heart.
Things are never that easy, after all.
But then again, the fact that Lorraineland has such a rich heritage and can still have relevant records in this situation is remarkable.
Perhaps I have underestimated this family.
After all, if even the Hamovi family, who lost their history, can have a way to be "immortal," then Lorraineland, which is even more powerful and can control even demons as servants, is not as simple as it appears on the surface.
Perhaps I have always been begging with a golden bowl in my hands.
Considering this, Chille glanced sideways at Delfina Delettrez Fendi, who was elegantly enjoying her dinner at the moment. She gave him a gentle smile, her purple eyes deep and mysterious.
Tsk, just by looking at her, it is obvious that she is a master of riddles.
If only he had tied up those people who took advantage of Lorraineland earlier and questioned them thoroughly.
But at that time, the situation was beyond his control.
"Oh, I think I remember now."
Suddenly, a light exclamation interrupted Chille's thoughts. He turned to look at the excited Serena.
"That picture book, the name I saw in a picture book when I was a child, Marie Cicale."
"Oh?"
With a slightly raised hope, Chille clenched his fist secretly, his ink black eyes hiding desire, his tone soft and casual.
"What kind of picture book is it?"
"Um..."
Close at hand, Serena looked at the beautiful face in front of her. The thick lashes partially covered the moist and clear black pupils, and she looked at her quietly and attentively.
Her heart thumped a little, like a hidden rabbit, jumping lightly.
"That picture book was filled with roses and people with red ink on yellowing paper. I don't remember anything else. But on the title page, I vaguely remember the name Marie Cicale. It was the only thing I could understand at that time, so it left a deep impression on me."
Chille slightly furrowed his brows, suppressing the slightly anxious and urgent emotions. He remained calm and casually asked, as if listening to an interesting story,
"What happened afterwards then?"
Serena shook her head.
"When I went to look for it again, I found that the picture book was no longer in its original place. I haven't seen it since then."
"..."
The rose picture book left behind by Marie Cicale?
Rubbing his fingertips, Chille had a faint premonition that this rose picture book may have recorded something important,
and its disappearance was probably not due to loss,
someone might have taken it away.
"It seems like you're really concerned about this picture book, Chille?"
With clenched fists, Serena stared intently at the expression of the young count, probingly asking,
"Is it something important?"
"I don't know."
Chille shook his head, his fingers instinctively touching the seal hidden by the black collar. At the same time, he cast his gaze to Delfina Delettrez Fendi beside him,
watching the maid quietly sipping her tea, her posture elegant and intellectual,
"It's just a strange feeling."
