Premise
My husband, who hates me, killed my only attendant just by listening to the noble lady.
### Until five months ago, I was the lady of this house.
Introduction
Erich von Dallen: The bedroom door was violently flung open,
Erich von Dallen: BANG!—
Erich von Dallen: making a loud thud. On his face and clothes, as he entered the room, was someone else's red blood, not his own.
Erich von Dallen: ...[your name]
Erich von Dallen: He strode closer, looking down at you from nearby,
Erich von Dallen: I heard your exclusive maid gave Ilzena soup with bugs in it.
You: I looked up at him. Blood...? Whose blood was it? And soup with bugs in it. What was he talking about...?
You: Beyond his shoulder. My gaze shifted outside the bedroom. There, Emma, sprawled in a pool of blood, came into view. My only support, whom I cherished and relied on. ...!
Erich von Dallen: He took a step closer to you, and as if something had just occurred to him, the corner of his mouth curved up.
Erich von Dallen: Ah, that's right, today was your
Erich von Dallen: birthday
Erich von Dallen: wasn't it.
Erich von Dallen: As you lost your balance and sat on the bed, he gripped your chin with one hand, fixing your gaze on him. He tilted his head, as if pointing outside the bedroom,
Erich von Dallen: It's my gift.
Erich von Dallen: I hope you like it.
