This BL Novel Is Ruined Now - Chapter 254

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Chapter 254

Translator: Yonnee

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Back to the past, right after Reina had just arrived at the Venzen castle—

“Tie that child up immediately.”

This was the sole command given, and Reina was dragged into Count Venzen’s office, bound at the wrists and ankles.

Well… in reality, without the ‘Goddess’s Compassion’, breaking those restraints wouldn’t have been a problem.

‘But if I shake these off and run away…’

Wouldn’t she soon become like a string of sausages, with the knights of the Venzen family trailing behind her like a tail?

So she calmly faced Count Venzen.

Soon, an older knight with a long scar across the middle of his face appeared alongside the count.

The count had a different aura from other nobles.

The knights of the Venzen family wore brigandines, not full plate or field armor, considering mobility by interlinking small metal plates only around the torso and shoulders. Remarkably, even the elderly count wore the same type of armor as his knights.

‘Meaning he’s not just a noble who sits around and talks.’

“Jeremy Venzen.”

The count’s voice was deep and had a commanding tone.

He seemed more suited to the battlefield than mere verbal disputes.

“Jeremy Venzen.”

Reina swallowed hard, not showing any reaction to the repeatedly called name. One must gauge the opponent’s thoughts somewhat before speaking out.

Then the count walked heavily towards her, pulled a chair nearby, and sat down opposite her.

It was exactly what Grace had done.

If one were to find a difference, if Grace was like an elegant swan, then the count was more like a leopard sprinting across the fields?

“That guy is my grandson who ran away from his house, blinded by love for his partner. And that partner of his isn’t completely sane, either.”

The count’s teal eyes scanned Reina from her toes to the top of her head.

“So he’s a very detestable punk, but… he’s like a sore thumb to me because I cherished him the most.”

Still unsure of how to react, Reina maintained her most expressionless face.

The count chuckled as if he had figured out Reina’s intentions.

“Yes. That’s how well-known it is in the world. That’s why a nobody like you showed up in disguise.”

Standing up from his seat, he scoffed dismissively, shaking his head as if he found the situation quite inventive.

“Even copying the handwriting and sending letters was admirable, so I played along and sent money… You really don’t know your limits.”

“A… letter?”

And money? Jeremy wasn’t the type to do that.

“You truly have a rotten and cunning spirit for exploiting others’ pain.”

“……”

Only then did she start to grasp what was going on.

‘Could it be… there was already a fake Jeremy wreaking havoc?’

Damn. If that’s the case, things are a bit messed up…!

“Not just once or twice… you really don’t know your limits.”

Crazy… Not just once or twice?

How many times had someone impersonated ‘Jeremy’?

The count’s expression was colder than cold, as if he would tear Reina apart and throw her remains to the wolves outside.

That much hatred for those who invoked his beloved grandson must mean something dire.

‘I’m doomed.’

Finally starting to panic, Reina frantically wrung her hair.

‘What should I do? Just release my divine power and run away?’

But what about after that? Escaping from the Venzen family would mean heading to the grand duchy overflowing with elves, or blatantly to the Elven Principality, or even back to the Bohr Marquisate.

‘There’s one more option, though…’

The sea next to the mountain range… the cliff creating a famously breathtaking view…

‘I’m really screwed. I’m truly, truly screwed!’

She had anticipated that the count would recognize that she was not Jeremy.

And in such a case, she planned to lie that ‘Jeremy sent me’, and then say, ‘I had to disguise myself as Jeremy to directly reach Your Lordship’.

Of course, the message she intended to convey after convincing the count was, ‘I am collaborating with Reina. Please assist Reina, who will soon come to meet you.’

‘The past me thought it would be fine to arrange a meeting with Jeremy later if things went well… I was too naïve.’

The situation was ruined by the numerous Jeremy impostors. Reina, head bowed, plotted her next move.

Then, at that moment.

“……?”

Thud, thud.

The sound of the count walking was heard. She lifted her head to see him heading towards a corner of the room.

And then.

‘W-Wait, what’s that…?!’

The count picked up a black bow tinged with gray hanging on the wall. He then notched a razor-sharp arrow on the bowstring.

“……”

Hot damn… what do I do now?

The arrowhead was aimed right at the center of Reina’s forehead.

For the first time, her breathing quickened, her hands became clammy, and her mind felt like it was drowning, her heart starting to pound wildly.

‘Those eyes are serious!’

He wasn’t just threatening with the arrow—his face said he was really about to execute someone who had impersonated his grandson right here!

Desperately trying to think of a way to soften his resolute will, but facing imminent death, no suitable escape plan came to mind.

‘Aish… I don’t know anymore!’

Finally, as if giving up, Reina muttered a curse to herself.

Maybe honesty is the best policy after all.

Revealing her identity might not be the best option, but at least it’s probably just contempt in prison rather than having her head split open like a watermelon!

Having hastily reached a conclusion, Reina shouted just as the bowstring was about to be released.

“Count! I’m Reina Chantra! I’m not the scammer who was impersonating Jeremy before!!”