How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

Chapter 11.1



“Child?”

It was Collen’s voice.

“Wake up.”

I raised my head.

“Are you okay?” Zion asked anxiously.

“I fell asleep.”

I grabbed my left arm. It was still unbroken.

“What day is today?” I asked Zion in a thin, trembling voice.

“August 9th. Why are you asking all of a sudden?”

From now on, my left hand throbbed and ached. I remembered my unconscious wanderings.

‘Chapter 7. Days of Duke Lewellton, The Fortune Teller Murder Case.’

Obviously, I memorized this chapter in detail.

‘Thanks to this, I know the truth of the case.’

It’s no coincidence that red-haired women were dying of heart attacks. Collen, the royal family and the police still couldn’t find a pattern, but now…

“Fortune Teller…”

“What?” Collen leaned over to me and asked.

The fortune-teller was the killer.

‘These women had nothing in common. Some are rich and some are poor… All these people died of heart attacks. There is only one clue is red hair. It wasn’t a coincidence.’

I couldn’t stop thinking.

‘Over the past few days, they have visited the same place. Fortuneteller’s house. This is the clue. That’s a common point to really pay attention to.’

I felt sick. My eyes began to water. No, I don’t want to die.

Fortune Teller. The woman I met today. She was the killer. If she dragged me into the alley… Then I would be dead.

I grabbed Collen tightly by the hem.

“Duke.”

Collen looked at me in surprise.

“What?”

“I think about those women who died of heart attacks.”

“Yes?”

“I suddenly had a strange thought.”

Jade and Zion both looked at me in surprise.

“Do they have nothing in common?”

Collen became interested in what I was saying.

“What do you want to say? Tell me more.”

“For example, maybe they went to the same place or something.”

“Why do you say that?”

I forced myself to smile.

“I still remember the days when I lived in the slums.”

“…”

“Noble men often came to visit us. Betting on boxing, card games and underground shops. On the other hand, noble ladies come to the slums for one reason only.”

“What is it?”

“To see a fortune-teller,” I whispered.

In poor areas there were many fortune-tellers who weren’t averse to making money.

“So, if they had something in common, then my imagination suggests only one option. All girls of any status would like to find one.”

“…”

“Which restaurant, wardrobe or store to go to is a matter of taste for everyone. However, when they want to know the future, they all gather in one place. In our slums. That’s what I heard.”

“…I see.”

Collen said as he stroked his chin.

“This is an interesting idea.”

Collen smiled. I couldn’t take it anymore. The pain in the left arm increased.

I was still nauseous. Zion held out his gloved hand to me.

“Lady, don’t hold back. It’s okay. Then it will become easier.”

So while Zion was saying this, I vomited into his palm.

‘You are very kind, Zion.’

Not that. I wish I had died.

At that moment, Jade touched my back.

“I think you’re hungry. You have such a pale face.”

Um? It was very strange. Why does he keep his eyes on me? I felt my head spinning.

‘Fortunately, I’m at Duke’s house. I’m safe here.’

I thought with my eyes closed. I felt that someone’s strong arms wrapped around me. I felt warmth in the air. And the smell of incense with a woody scent.

It was Collen.

He hugged me and lifted me into his arms. Collen was barely dressed.

‘No…!’

I could not stand the dizziness and fainted.

 


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