Pseudo-Villaines

Worst of All History

"It's rude of Miss Natasha, but can I borrow the restroom used by the servants? Suddenly my stomach hurt."

It's been an hour since the 'human circus' show'. Humans beat each other, bit, tore, and clawed just to get some breadcrumbs and a sprig of wine.

Even Natasha said, this time what her family is doing is really worse than before. It seems they were deliberately not fed for more than seven days. That made Natasha and Charlotte mentally very tired.

"Little room? Okay, I'm gonna have one of the waiters drop you off."

Then Natasha took the small bell next to her and shook the small bell. A moment later, a waitress in her 40s came to the balcony where the tea ceremony took place.

"Theresa, take this guy to the restroom you used to wear."

The waiter named Theresia then drove Jean to the restroom. They went through the backyard of the house that was used as a party and continued to go to the back.

There is a kind of building that becomes a residence for servants and other workers such as kitchen workers, gardeners, and cooks. This place is bigger when compared to the one at Uncle Hull's house but the impression it gives is more seedy.

'When we left we saw a child our age being beaten up by a lot of adults. Now, we're seeing firsthand how human beings are treated to no more than animals' degrees'

Jean stop. Theresa also stopped because Jean's footsteps were not heard. She wanted to look back, but unexpectedly, Jean jumped on her back and grabbed her mouth from behind and placed her index finger around Theresia's neck.

"If you scream, I'll make sure you don't see the sun for good. Shut up and follow all my wishes and I'll guarantee you your life."

"Hmmmpphhh!!! Mpphhh!!! Hmmh!!"

Theresia resistance weakened. Jean had no intention of letting this servant go unconscious but it seemed that he was overdoing it. Finally, Theresa fainted.

'Ah, I'm overreacting. Forced, I have to circle the area alone.'

Jean puts Theresia in a room that has a mattress. He then took a peek at some parts of his back. Jean does this so Theresa forgets what just happened. His mother taught him this.

'This place is really shabby. I don't know if this place deserves to be called a place to live. Ah right, I don't have much time.'

Jean immediately looked for some of the places she was looking for. Jean's time was limited but she managed to mark all the important places she was headed. Her breathing technique had reached a level where Jean could see through.

He also managed to infiltrate a certain place and prepare plans impromptu alias impromptu impromptu. Now, just take care of Theresa by telling Natasha that she suddenly fainted while driving her.

"Fainting? Ah, Theresa did have a certain illness so she sometimes fainted suddenly. Thank you Jean for taking care of it."

Theresia was Natasha's nanny since childhood. Even until now. So Natasha felt she had to thank Jean for helping the person she considered to be her own aunt.

Jean says Natasha doesn't have to thank me. Well, considering what made Theresia unconscious was her. Guilty feeling? There aren't. Jean didn't hurt Theresa. In fact, what he did did did not harm Theresia's body at all.

"Jean, would you like to come to dinner with us? Not here but there are restaurants serving high quality food. How, would you like to accompany us?"

Charlotte invites Jean to dinner with herself and Natasha. Well, Jean doesn't mind that.

And that night, they dined together at a fancy restaurant in St. Georgia City.

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"Come fast, quick! Slow down you guys, you useless pig! Oi you over there, hurry up! Is 50 lashes not enough for you guys, huh!?"

At the home of the Viscount Lostov family residence, where the party was held as well as Natasha's family, the people who had been used as a means of performing 'human circus' were being led to their confinement elsewhere.

Their faces look dead. Their bellies were thin and their mouths were always open, as if they were thirsty animals and found no water for them to drink.

"Geez these useless pigs! Why am I responsible for taking care of them!?"

"Oh, don't complain. If this is heard in the ears of the Viscount master, you might be executed!"

"OK, okay! I'm sorry!"

There were five knights who were patronizing these 50 people. They will be taken to the basement in the darkest corner of Viscount Lostov's residence.

".....the..nu...h....b...uh..."

Surprisingly, not usually these people murmured. Usually they just stay quiet and go down. No one dared to complain.

"Enough! What are you muttering Hah!? You pig cattle!"

One of the Knights approached a few people who muttered something. He intended to silence them by hitting and whipping several times. But as soon as he approached them.....

"Kill, kill, KILLHHHH!!"

At the blink of an eye, that person instantly took the dagger hidden behind his shabby clothes and stabbed his dagger into the chest of the knight. The knight was quite skilled at fighting. But being unprepared, he reacted too late and the dagger plunged deeply into his heart.

"WICK!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!?"

He wanted to help his partner, but it was too late. The stab in his heart made him die instantly. But he should have thought of his own safety. Because from behind, a small knife pierced his neck until it pierced his throat.

"GHHAAAKKK!!"

Pain running through his neck. Who would have thought that he would die at the age of 29? Instantly, the pain of his vision darkened.

Other knights were eventually also killed. Some were beheaded, wounded in the stomach and drained of blood, and the most sadistic was to be ganged up until his body was shattered.

The 50 men then took the weapons from the knight's corpse and ran madly, killing everyone who passed in front of them.

That night, the worst tragedy in the history of the Lostovs, had occurred.