Poison Eve
Chapters-6

Years ago, Evelyn was just a little boy, unaware of the meaning of death, and believing her great father was on an exciting adventure on the battlefield, riding on the toughest horse and meeting the glittering Maharajas. That's what Rodrigo Knight told him.

His father promised to come home with a sack full of rubies for his mother and another sack filled with diamonds for him. "My little princess. Princess Evelyn! One day you will be the most famous spiritual master in the whole country..." Handsome, charming and a perfect dreamer, Rodrigo Katz tends to utter hyperbole, but at the age of nine, Evelyn strongly believes his father's words.

Now.the news of her father's death caused Evelyn's world to collapse.

That is why it is so difficult to listen to Lord Katz's new speech.

Two years ago the father who stood there told everyone about his father, he thought sadly.

Two years ago Father inherited the title and took on the role of the man who heads this family.

Two years…

That short!

Father has not even retired from the army, Evelyn made a bitter heart.

Perhaps, even though his father is still alive, they still remain bankrupt and still bear the shame of the worsening of their family after his father retired later, but at least they are still together.

Instead, all that was left of her father was the fading memories of the fairy tale she had been told, and the garden cottage she had not been perfectly taken care of before her father ran out of money and time.

Today those who live in the home are just the women with little income to keep their survival.

Lord, help us, Evelyn hoped as her gaze began to bow.

His unknown neighbors may be right. Their families are over.

So quickly, a mistake was set. Family mistake.

Maybe the neighbors who like to gossip have a point.

You can correct this mistake only if you're not selfish, his conscience begins to speak. Why don't you just get married if it's all solving problems? Look at your poor mother. Has he not suffered enough? Look at his pride. Your mother was not born to be poor.

But then he remembered the ridicule of the gossipers earlier.

"Of course, not the young. Miss Evelyn is indeed very beautiful, but she's too harsh, noble men won't like her man-like behavior."

You can do it, his conscience is convincing, trying to encourage him.

You can save them. You know you can, if only you could forget your dream of becoming a spiritual master and be softer as a noble girl.

Yes, now inevitably he must forget it.

A useless protective fairy is still useless!

Noble men will not like his man-like behavior.

As Evelyn was absorbed further into her mind, the funeral procession was over.

The gossiping mothers had been spewing out along with the accompaniment of the congregation, following a line of body-lifters walking out who with grim faces carried his master's coffin.

While the men headed to the side of the churchyard to bury the viscount, the women boarded their respective carriages to shorten the journey to Katz Manor, where the Evelyn family offered a simple recipe.

Her mother walked in graceful fashion, lifting the tip of her black skirt over a puddle of mud while one of their loyal family servants—who had not been paid in months, it was sad— rushed after behind her mother, holding an umbrella to shade.

Evelyn did not move in the slightest to follow, "I'd rather walk, actually. I need.." His words were interrupted by the parsimonious look his mother cast.

"Evelyn, it's raining. Don't mess around."

"I brought an umbrella. I really want to spend some time alone, ji."

Lady Catherine rubbed around her face and looked at her son. "Of course I mind! I need you to receive the guests. I should be in the sitting room preparing tea. You're in the front room!"

"Aunt Madeleine said she'd replace me. I won't be long."

Lady Catherine weighed in doubt as she stared at her tall and unreliable yet kind sister-in-law.

"Yes—ya, I will stand by the door," Aunt Madeleine said.

Lady Catherine rolled her eyes.

"Oh, let him, Catherine," Aunt Madeleine asked. "The poor girl wants to say goodbye."

Lady Catherine glanced at the funeral garden, then shrugged her shoulders. "Don't be too long in grief" he ordered. "In twenty minutes, our house will be filled with guests, and I need your help there."

"Alright, Ma'am," Evelyn nodded, looking at Aunt Madeleine with a look of gratitude as her mother turned to leave her.

Then Lady Catherine and the two remaining members of the troupe—Cheer and chattering aunt Madeleine and her cousin Nadine who was fond of raising her nose while busy cleaning her sunglasses that were hit by raindrops— riding on a horse carriage it is black and moves towards Katz Manor.

The big brick house was not so far from the big road. His pointed roof was visible from where he was standing, gushing among the trees.

The roof doesn't look broken, Evelyn denies it. There are one or two holes. Why why anyway?

As he watched the rows of horse-drawn carriages move slowly towards the house, he was pensively amazed at his grandfather's will two years ago. Lord Katz forgets his father and mother and bequeathes Katz Manor, his only untouched treasure, to Evelyn.

Evelyn never knew why her grandfather did it. It must not be because of his services in taking care of his grandfather as long as the old man began to get sickly, or because he inherited his grandfather's blood whereas his mother was only his grandfather's son-in-law, his father was still alive when his grandfather made the will.

Evelyn didn't want to know. All she knows is that life is going on as usual, but Evelyn still wonders if there is a way she can do in exchange for her family's disappointment at her failure in the Annual Talent Gali event.

Should I get married?

It was this, in fact, that he later pondered deeply, not about the loss of his father, but the guilt that still troubled him after hearing the words of his neighbor.

"The abundance of wealth will come through a marriage so as to improve their situation in the blink of an eye..."

Once again, the Katz family's pride will be at stake, this time not because of her useless protective fairy, or because of Nadine who ultimately proves to have no spiritual talent, but by financial troubles.

Some time ago, his family had risked everything for Evelyn and Nadine's registration money in the event of digging for talent in the hope that one of them could become one of the Spiritual Masters.

In the Fairy Country, the Spiritual Master was a gathering of wealthy people of global elite class.

Now that they stand once again on the verge of disgrace, doesn't he owe it to his family to save them when he has the ability? Doesn't he owe that to his mother?

Along with the moving accompaniment of the car, he looked back, towards the men who had gathered in the churchyard.

Tears filled his eyes when he saw them lowering his father's coffin into the ground.

Evelyn put her fingertips to her lips, looking back to the front as the speck of rain fell down on her black umbrella.