Even If I Have to Sell My Soul to the Devil!

The Archduke of Berhemoth had been cursed for generations.

Even when she read the diary, it wasn’t an easy feat to believe. She thought her great-aunt had engulf into a false delusion, due to how absurd and ridiculous that is.

The stories in the thick diary contained undescribed contents that couldn’t be written unless the person was related to the truth. In addition, in the following diary, there was a part that Berhemoth couldn’t ignore but ache for it.

A way to break the curse.

According to the diary, Berhemoth was afraid of the curse that the Devil put on them. Even the eminent mighty Johan Gabriel said he used to have nightmares and shiver in fear at night.

He had said many times how he would do anything in exchange for breaking off from the curse. That was the reason why her great-aunt began to dig into a curse related to Berhemoth. To grant her miserable lover a human life. Unfortunately, he met his end.

In the end, the secret her great-aunt discovered never reached Berhemoth.

A chilly silence settled in the drawing room. Johan Raphael scrutinized his eyes, resting his chin on his hands as if to gauge Grace's intentions.

He might be planning to kill Grace secretly now, as she found the secrets of the family. It might be because of her, Grace Zeronis. Who no one wanted and deserted, who put up a proud front as she proposed the idea.

Grace tried not to shake.

‘I got this.’

“Let me lift the curse of Berhemoth.”

She spared no hesitation in her voice.

It seemed to pique his interest. He played with the old watch in his hand. Johan Raphael didn't kick Grace out.

 * * *

After Laurentia left, Marquis Meyer’s life went on as usual.

Even if the wife of the Marquis had gone, the absence of her was something trifling, as if no one had ever welcomed her existence from the beginning. Her name was used only to demean her in the Meyer residence.

There was only one person who missed Laurentia in that house.

“Why isn't mom coming?”

Late at night, Cielle asked the maid who made the bed in a small voice. Her voice filled with dread as if about to melt. The sight of her figure with little eyes shaking over the blanket was pitiful.

Cielle, who just turned five, was quick to tell of the recent change in people's mood. Her always-by-her-side Mother disappeared while her father didn’t see her at all. The people who walked around the house also passed her by, paying no heed to her presence.

It was natural for children to be the first to notice the change in adults' emotions. Cielle knew something was wrong, but didn’t know what. It was strange. It was scary.

“Chelsea, how about mom? Where is she?” whined Cielle.

“Haaa.” The maid heaved an irritating sigh. ‘Such bad luck.’

The maid hoped to work at the Marquis and catch a golden rope, albeit she was in charge of taking care of the child. Who was also a loose string that no one else cares about. It was very disappointing for Chelsea as she wanted to marry into a good place by using her master’s fame.