Chapter 61 I'm Just a Tool

"...In the end, how long will it take?"

Doreen squatted in the corner of the prison with her knees in her hands.

She has been locked up here for almost a week.

This is a completely closed room, isolated from the outside world.

There was no one else but her, not even anyone else's voice. When eating, drinking, and taking out garbage, you must first enter Room A in the back room. When the warden confirms that she has entered room A, he will remotely lock the door of room A through a ritual, and then send someone into room B to put food and water in, and take away the garbage.

Apart from a wooden tray for food, a wooden bowl for water, a small toilet for excretion, and a "bed" like a sleeping bag on the floor of Room A, there was nothing in her room.

Empty.

Only when being interrogated would a stranger with a grim face and a ring or white gloves push the door in.

Doreen would instantly lose consciousness just by looking at them.

It was a very uncomfortable feeling.

It's like dipping your head into ice water and freezing until you lose consciousness.

She didn't even know what question she answered, or when they left...it was like she had been drinking too much.

When she woke up, she would feel her brain was extremely hot, like a fever. It will take several hours to recover.

But the advantage is that she is being held in this confinement room, and the fear and anxiety that slowly accumulated in her heart will disappear with the advent of that state.

Doreen was very worried.

Did he leak the information about Mr. Gillandaio when he lost consciousness?

Or, is there a fight outside now? A battle for succession? Or a rivalry between nephews and nephews?

Will His Highness Dmitri be exiled?

He doesn't look very smart after all...

I heard that Archduke Ivan's health is not very good, will he have an accident? He was assassinated by Mr. Gillandaio, saying that he died of illness and then took the opportunity to seize the throne or something,

And His Highness Dmitry will be exiled abroad... It still feels very possible. But Archduke Ivan is said to be a good person, so it's better not to die...

Mr. Ghirlandaio—No, His Highness, Ghirlandaio, doesn’t seem to discriminate against werewolves like he is his brother. If he can become the Grand Duke of Winter, maybe the situation of our werewolves can be improved a little... Maybe, right?

But, but I know so many secrets, will I be silenced by Gillandaio?

"...Ugh."

Thinking of this, Doreen groaned and buried her face between her knees.

- Feeling cold, me.

At this moment, there was a creaking sound.

The door, which was tight and didn't even have a doorknob, was opened from the outside. The two Hands of Winter came in, held the door one mile away, and looked straight ahead without squinting.

Hey, I haven't gone in and locked the door yet?

Doreen shivered, looking at the door a little strangely and a little scared.

Usually this door can only be opened if she enters room A and locks herself.

Why don't you worry about me running away this time?

Difficult, is it finally going to be executed?

"—Doreen."

Mr. Gillandaio's voice came from the door.

The middle-aged man with a gentle smile on his face and deep and handsome features like sculptures walked in through the two hands of winter.

"Ghirlandaio... sir."

Doreen replied softly.

She struggled to get up from the ground.

But because I squatted down for too long, my legs were a little numb, and I stumbled and fell forward.

Before she fell into Gillandaio's arms, he grabbed her shoulders and helped her up.

...is it an illusion?

How do you feel that Mr. Gillandaio's hand is so powerful... It's like a living stone statue.

But she quickly reacted, breaking free and standing up straight.

"—Hug, sorry, Mr. Gillandaio! I'm sorry!"

Doreen made her voice as loud as she could, but it was still too small to be heard.

She was terrified of her own clumsiness.

And felt his throat tighten with fear, and his gums and fingertips were slightly numb.

However, Gillandaio showed a somewhat incomprehensible...a strange, almost scrutiny smile.

... This smile seems to have been seen somewhere.

Yes.

When the teacher selected her back then, she seemed to have shown this expression...

"Doreen."

"Yes...! I...I'm here."

Her voice was getting lower and lower.

But Gillandaio just patted her on the shoulder and showed a gentle smile: "Don't be nervous.

"By the way, why are you so afraid of me? It wasn't like this before, right?"

I, what can I say?

Because I don't know if I have leaked the secret, I don't know if I will be silenced...

Looking at Doreen who faltered, Gillandaio's eyes deepened.

As if to break the silence, the middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes spoke slowly:

"Don't be nervous, nothing happened."

"What do you mean..."

"Everything is the same as before."

Gillandaio said casually: "By the way. If you are released, what are your plans after that?"

"If you plan to..."

Doreen hesitated, unable to answer. I don't even know what to say.

"……I have no idea."

She hesitated for a long time, but finally said so.

This is the truth.

Because I don't know what the "right" words are, I can only tell the truth in the end.

At least if you get it wrong, you won't regret it too much.

"But if I can...I want to find [Teacher]."

"Professor Wolf?"

"Yes."

Doreen bit her lip—a real bite. She sucked her own blood like a baby sucking milk.

"I want to ask him...why did he give me such a task. Also, to him, what am I..."

As she spoke, Doreen's voice became smaller and smaller.

She became more and more lost.

In fact, there is no need for [Professor Wolf] to give the answer in person.

She had long understood that... she was just a one-time tool.

——After all, Professor Wolf himself is not a werewolf.

He adopted and raised werewolf orphans just for his own purposes. In this regard, Professor Wolf is no different from other people who see werewolves as tools.

"In that case."

Gillanda Eowyn said, "You might as well follow me first."

"……you?"

Doreen looked at Gillandaio in surprise.

But...is it necessary?

I'm obviously just a useless werewolf.

I don't know anyone, and I don't have any specialties. I only know how to follow orders...and I can't do anything well.

"Yes, follow me."

Gillandaio said slowly: "I want to go to the underground world first and do some things. After that, I also happen to go to Professor Wolf, and I have to ask him face-to-face about some things. From this point of view, our The goals are the same, aren't they?"

The goal is... consistent?

Doreen looked at Gillandaio blankly.

In her eyes, the gentle smile of the middle-aged man was reflected.

It seems, extraordinarily convincing.

"Like a teacher."

she whispered.

"what?"

"No, no."

Doreen was inexplicably more favorable towards the person in front of her.

Since I'm just a tool... let's use it for those who want me.

Thinking like this, Doreen felt that her mood had improved a lot.

- where she can't see.

Gillandaio held two crystal bells in the palm of his lowered left hand.

... as expected.

Gillandaio nodded thoughtfully.