➤ Ⅰ. Cavalli Curses

"To you in a world that is not perfect, hoping for perfect salvation. 」...

You don't have an as it looks.

A girl's rant poured cold water on the fire-loving banquet hall.

"I'll have to say hello, though. It is an honour to see you like this, Count Zion Laurel."

The ensuing insults cut off even the remaining laughter and froze as the nobles stood on the scorching blade. The nobility at the party looked at a girl with a blank face. The girl's name in the watery dress was  Evie Ariate. She was the next candidate for the Saint-Woman, the culprit who had just smashed the atmosphere of the banquet hall in just two words. There was a chilly silence in the banquet hall, centred on the girl. And at a time when everyone was perplexed, Ivy the one of the contingencies, was very quietly, but more violently, horrified than anyone else.

'What did I say now?'

Evie looked back at the banquet hall where the silence had fallen with surprised rabbit eyes. Then She looked up again at the gorgeous, handsome man in front of Her. His name is Zion Laurel. He was the brother of Archduke Laurel, who hosted the banquet, and who had just been accused by Evie of missing the bur chieftain. While Ivy froze and blinked, the Count opened his mouth.

"What did you say now?"

At the Count's monotonous question, Evie was distracted and made excuses. No, I was trying to make excuses.

It doesn't have as it looks, but I said it was an honour to see you, Count.

But what really popped out of Evie's mouth was a youthful fertilization, and Evie Swallowed her breath in horror.

'Hey, how did this happen?'

Something is wrong. Otherwise, the polite Ivy couldn't say these last words to the person I met for the first time today. Evie was so surprised that she shook her head in a hurry.

"Poetry, excuse me, Count. That's not what I was trying to say..."

"Or."

The Count leaned against Evie, blocking any excuses. The distance narrowed, and the count's face became closer. So Ivy looked at the face that was placed in a corner of the street with a perplexed heart. The Count was a great beauty. His shaved delicate attention was impeccable, and the shoulders he lowered himself to face Evie made him realize how Large he was. Besides, the sparkling blonde under the chandelier was as dazzling as a halo. If there was anything different from the rumours, however, it was that the sky-blue pupils, which were empty and had no vitality, now had a strangely insistent colour.

"Or what were you trying to say?""

The Count asked, keeping an eye on Evie. Whether it was giving him a chance to explain or holding back his anger, he couldn't stop at it. But desperate, Evie replied, leaving her judgment behind.

"Say hello straight, To this spoiled bastard."

- - -

- - -

And I would rather die.

'This is a dream...'

Once again, his mouth moved at will, putting Evie in trouble. Evie couldn't believe the situation, so she looked at the Count like a trapped rabbit. Meanwhile, the look in the count's eyes facing Evie was still strange. It was the same to be angry, to watch the novelties, and to struggle with how to punish the previous rudeness. His vague eyes and the silence of the banquet hall tightened Evie's breath. The nobles watched Evie silently. Everyone wondered why the good and docile candidate had suddenly committed such a deception. Evie wanted to give them an explanation or an excuse. But I couldn't open my mouth for fear of saying something strange again. Frightened, Evie hesitated and hesitated, that she bit her lip. Then, leaving behind the countless gazes that fell on him, he eventually ran away from the banquet hall....

'What the hell happened?'

Riding in the wagon, Evie took a deep breath and recalled what had happened just before. Earlier, Evie insulted the great nobleman, Zion Laurel, in the presence of hundreds of nobles. Even while bourgeoisie luck. It is something that cannot be dared. Here in Tienda, there are only four families called the Grand Nobility, the first of which is the Grand Duke Laurel. Laurel is the nobleman of the nobility and the real master of this continent without a king. But at a banquet hosted by Archduke Graurel, She insulted the Count of Laurel. Evie wanted to cry and imagined what the nobles in the place would say.

―Oh my God, was that character original?

―Glad to know your nature before the appointment of the Saint.

―Educated, I wonder who is not a natural citizen from Bis.

At the accusations that were being drawn on their own, Ivy closed her eyes. Although she is now being cited as the next most influential saint, the truth is that Evie is a lower-class citizen from the lower continent, Bis. Evie, who lived in Vis' nursery and received the blessing of God when she was fifteen years old. So, in the eyes of the pagoda, She came up to the world of the nobility, the upper continent, here in Tienda. Later, at the age of eighteen, She entered the Tienda social circles in earnest, but the conservative aristocracy was bitterly cold against the lower class of Evie. Some young nobles made an ironclad bet on when that deposition would flee to Bis. But despite its entrenched malice, the rejection of Evie didn't last long. It was because of Evie's wondrous ability to receive the favor of God and the good and warm character that matched it. Eventually, the cold-hearted nobles opened their hearts one by one, and now they loved Evie enough to mention her as the next saint. But today, the efforts have collapsed. Evie had flippantly spit out the last words in front of everyone. But I swear to Heaven, Evie had no intention of saying this.

'The words came out at will. I don't even know. Why the hell is this happening.......'

Evie was confused and looking for a cause, but suddenly swallowed her gasp. Then, a deacon once said this.

―Evie, if you want to go out into the social circle, you need to know about curses.

- In very rare cases\, nobles often commission curses as if they were buying an assassination.

―The curse puts the object in trouble in a strange way. So be careful.

Yes, I've heard of it. About the curse. Remembering those words, Evie was at the same time convinced of her condition. Probably, no. Clearly, this is a curse. Otherwise, your mouth can't move so casually. As the thought got there, Evie's slender pupils shook anxiously.

'If you say it's because of a curse... Will everyone believe me?'

If it was not the intention of insulting the Earl of Laurel, the nobleman, then say that the disrespect of the previous one was all due to the curse. Evie thought so, and closed her eyes in a daze. He hated himself a little more in the eyes of the nobility than in the curse of the unidentified. But I couldn't help it. In Tienda and Vis there is a wall of identity that can never be surpassed, in which arrogance was a right and a non-subjugation a duty. The wagon between Evie's Balman East Rolling arrived at Evie's mansion. At the owner's early return, the servants came out in vain, but Evie left them behind and rushed straight to the room. Then he turned his back on the door and took a deep breath.

'To explain it, you first need to know what kind of curse it is.'

Evie thought so and looked at the full-body mirror in her bedroom. In the mirror, a neat girl with black hair was standing there, holding her breath. The painstakingly decorated figure that had escaped pretty, even in his own eyes, was sad to see. Evie bit her lip in frustration and whispered to the mirror.

"I'm Evie Ariate. Evie Ariate, the candidate for the ****** of the Tower of Magnanya, and supposedly cursed......."

Ivy muttered a few words as she could remember, and then built a road to cry. Unlike when I spoke the last word to the Count, now the words came out right.

'Why? Can you just twist your words in front of someone else?'

It's a plausible assumption, but it's still early to be determined. Earlier, Evie was able to speak properly in front of the Count for a moment. Ivy stares into the mirror and ponders it over and over again, but a smart knock sounds.

" Fold."

A calm voice came from outside the door. It was the voice of Dies, Evie's butler.

"I heard that he was back. You're here earlier than scheduled, so what's going on?"

The butler asked gently, but Evie couldn't afford to explain, so she looked around in moderation.

In the banquet hall, I cursed Count Laurel for not having a and ran away because I couldn't afford it.

"..... Yes?"

"Huck!"

No, I was going to look around. But Evie's voice once again offended the will of the main body, and Evie was surprised and closed her mouth. Again. His mouth moved in unison. Why? Why now.......

'Wait, this is a maybe...'

Evie, who was stark in a daze, swallowed a gasp of premonition. And then it turned out. When an unwanted word came out of Evie's mouth, there was a certain situation before that. Not in the very beginning, in the second and third, and even now. In the ensuing speculation, Evie swallowed a dry spit. Then She asked the butler outside the door carefully.

"Me, the butler. Can I cover this up for a moment, and ask you a question? Anything I'd normally wonder."

"That's what it is......."

"Just once, it's important."

Evie picked up a lingering butler. The butler reluctantly broke his luck.

"So, Evie, did you really accidentally break the statue of the Tower Lord that you discarded this time?"

"No, that's what I deliberately kicked and woke up."

There was a hint of silence at Evie's unflinching reply. Evie opened her eyes in amazement, and the butler outside the door was silent for a moment.

"...... Why?"

"It makes the tower tight."

The same was true when the deacon asked for English. Ivy replied unknowingly and froze blankly. After a significant static, the butler asked Najib.

"So, Evie, do you know the whereabouts of my Verdard-only teacup?"

"I know. It's buried in my room pot."

"Did you break that too?"

"Yes, but this was a mistake."

"But why did you say you didn't know every time I looked for it?"

"Because you have a lot of nagging and a huge back end ... That's it, stop! That's it!"

At the deacon's successive courts, and at the confession that flowed from his mouth, Ivy paused to answer the question in horror. The butler shouted for me to open the door. So Evie grabbed the doorknob tightly, held on, and groaned.

"I can't do this......."

Evie only realized. What kind of curse he was subjected to, and that he could not explain anything to the nobles, including Count Laurel. Evie Ariate, a candidate for the ****** of a gentle and virtuous disposition, was cursed. I'm sure it's a curse to answer other people's questions honestly. And just an hour ago, Evie, who had been cursed and honest, said in front of everyone:

―You don't have an as it looks.

―Say hello straight, this spoiled bastard.

"Ahh"

Chewing on Her words, Evie turned white on Her face. I had to admit that I had come this far. This cheap last word, which he blamed on the curse, was actually Evie's purity and sincerity. The good, docile Evie Ariate had a bond black-eyed and snobbish personality, but she had only pretended to be a sleazy man with the intention of becoming a saint. But if the curse that had fallen like a thunderbolt had fallen like a thunderbolt, Cavalli had a curse, and when he realized the situation, Evie sat down with Her back to the door. Then She forgot how to breathe and screamed in silence.

A/N Evie is Pathetic, it but so Funny