History at the Library

The red light, of course, had been ringing ever since I first learned of Aiden’s identity and headed towards the mansion with him.

Is he running away?

If she’s going to play moderately and end it, it might be the right time. If she procrastinates more, she won’t be able to back out at all.

Vivian knew that Aiden’s attitude had changed oddly in recent years. It’s hard to pin down, but the sharp atmosphere has definitely changed smoothly. Like a cat with its guard down.

Why do I keep comparing him to a cat?

It was strange that Vivian kept comparing a big man to a small, delicate beast. But as expected, a cat suited him.

Seemingly experienced in everything, surprisingly clueless, bothered by little things, and fond of reading alone.

I can’t leave you, either!

She realized she was really into Aiden and slammed her forehead into the wall.

She doesn’t know, but Vivian was attracted to him from the first sight, soaked in crotch and then completely fascinated.

She doesn’t know if this emotion is love, admiration, or maternal love, but she knows that it’s already gone wrong. Nothing could turn back like it used to be.

Her only option was to run like a train running along a set track.

Wow, I guess I’m dying.

She wanted to get closer to the truth, knowing that she had no authority, even though she knew that she was not supposed to interfere.

Who the hell is he? Why does he suffer from such rumors? Why does he have to have such a terrible scar on his body, and where does he go every night? For what? Does he happen to be…?

Vivian mumbled to herself and stopped glancing. There was a place she hadn’t been to yet, wandering around inside the mansion out of curiosity.

The basement of the mansion.

She never touched the basement. It was because of the memory of Aiden teasing her with Blue Beard before.

He said it was only a joke, but Vivian didn’t want to renege on it as much as possible as the taboo came out. She wasn’t prepared to take responsibility for anything she saw, and for some reason, she didn’t want to go in as much as possible.

Vivian glanced at the stairs to the basement of the mansion and quickly turned away. The sight of an abyss as dark as the abyss evoked a very ominous feeling.

“The taboo in the basement of the mansion, and the Grand Duke of Black, who disappears every night.”

As a child, Vivian cursed the heroine while reading fairy tales. Don’t go in with a blue beard giving you a package of keys is obviously a nasty sign that he will test you. If he really didn’t want her to go in, he would have locked the basement tightly and kept the key on his own person.

But Vivian can now see how a heroine feels.

She may have noticed implicitly that BlueBeard was different from others. She went into the basement of the mansion and just wanted to be confirmed. May the beloved BlueBeard be innocent as she believes it is.

In conclusion, he was a lunatic killer.

If it were just a fairy tale, it would be very interesting.

Vivian rubbed both arms with a chill. She wanted to take her eyes off the stairs right now and run as if she were running away, but her feet didn’t move as if they were stuck to the ground. Nor did the gaze fall off the steps going underground.

“Well, stop it. It’s crazy,” she muttered to herself.

The red light went off like crazy, and her whole body began to pound.

Vivian felt dizzy all the way to her head because of the loud heartbeat. She touched her dizzy head and looked around, swallowing her saliva. There are no people as well as rats.

It was so calm that even the sound of drops falling to the ground would ring. She’d rather have someone, but she has no choice but to go down.

Curiosity was said to kill cats. A cat had nine lives, but she was not a fucking fool. Vivian took a step down the steps to the basement with a tear struck face.

She quickly stole the sweaty forehead from the back of his hand. She thought her heart could burst and die. Or pop out of her mouth and die.