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Chapter 112: The Story of the Countess

The next person to confess was the only woman among the nine, a noble lady with the title of "Countess".

The Countess is already over forty, and her youth is no longer in her prime. Although her figure is well maintained, her long skirt and thick makeup cannot hide her slightly saggy skin and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Under the guidance of Saratus, the noble lady first briefly recalled her own experience. She started dating when she was eleven years old. After thirty-three years, she got married seven times and had a total of hundreds of lovers.

She had so many romantic affairs that even she herself could not count them.

However, when it comes to the craziest things in her life, the countess feels that her romantic affairs are not even on the list.

"Merciful Father, my last marriage started six years ago. My husband is from the New World. He is a wealthy widower who runs a mining business. He is the same age as me and has a 12-year-old daughter."

"I love my husband, but I must admit that his millions of dollars is also an important factor in my decision to get married. After marriage, I can use my husband's money to repay the debt that weighs me down, sing and dance.

The party goes on all night long - if I can't maintain such a decent life, I would rather not live!"

"Of course my husband loves me, but on the other hand, I must also clearly realize that the reason why this diamond bachelor, tall and handsome millionaire pursues me like crazy is because he thinks that after marrying me

, you can add a noble title in front of your surname, which comes from a commoner class."

"For a factory owner like him who comes from a bourgeois family, his only pursuit in this life is to join the aristocracy."

"My husband and I made each other successful and lived a very loving married life. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Just four years later, my poor husband contracted smallpox in the New World and died."

"I put on mourning clothes and black veil, took my stepdaughter on a cruise across the ocean, and went to the Midgard colony to attend the funeral."

"My eyes were red from crying, and I kept vigil for my husband. With a broken heart, I accepted the inheritance left by my husband. After selling it, I received a total of 2.2 million gold pounds in cash."

"The death of my husband was a big blow to me, and I suddenly realized that I was no longer young. Looking at the middle-aged widow in the mirror, who was dressed in black gauze, her skin had lost its luster, and wrinkles and spots appeared on her face, I felt like

I saw the nightmare and didn’t want to believe that the woman who was becoming old and ugly was me!”

"Just when I was staring in the mirror in a daze, my lovely stepdaughter walked into the room, hugged my arm, and softly comforted me. I'm sorry."

"Ah... Father, I saw the girl's youthful and pretty face in the mirror, and I almost couldn't help but go crazy!"

"It seems that not long ago, I had the same young, beautiful face and the same charm. Why did everything suddenly change?"

"Time, time, I want to curse you! It's you who made me grow old and ugly, so much so that I lost the confidence to pursue a new romantic love!"

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"There is a stronger emotion that arises from my heart. I look at my stepdaughter beside me and feel an inexplicable anger. Why am I already old while she is still in her prime?"

"I played too crazy when I was young. My dissolute life ruined my health and I was unable to conceive biological children. After my death, all my family property and noble titles were seized by my stepdaughter. At that time, she not only had youth and beauty,

She is still a noble countess and a millionaire, and I have never had these halos in my life, so why should I take advantage of her?"

"A strong impulse prompted me to rush towards my stepdaughter and use all my strength to strangle her long, snow-white neck like a swan mirror image."

"My daughter, my lovely and pitiful little baby, is struggling, screaming, begging her mother to let her go."

"I feel very sad, but I just won't let go."

"Because I love her so much, I would rather she die in her prime and remain young forever in the arms of death, than I would like to see her one day like me, enduring the pain of aging beauty, fading beauty, and losing love for the rest of her life.

joy."

"In this way, I personally put my stepdaughter into a permanent sleep. Later, in order to avoid getting entangled with the police, I stuffed a poison apple into my daughter's hand, pretending that she fell asleep because she accidentally ate the poisonous apple due to greed.

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"I held a grand funeral for my stepdaughter, befitting her status as a noble daughter, and she burst into tears."

"The relatives, friends and guests who attended the funeral tried to comfort me not to be too sad, but I still burst into tears. Outsiders just talked lightly and were polite. How could they understand my deep feelings for my daughter?"

"Alas, in the days that followed, I couldn't sleep well every night and always dreamed about my daughter."

"In order to relieve the symptoms of insomnia, I consulted a witch. The kind lady gave me a folk remedy. She said that she mixed ouzo with the blood of virgins and took a cup before going to bed to have a good and peaceful sleep."

"I tried the recipe and it really worked!"

"Occasionally, there are one or two malfunctions. It's not a problem with the medicine and wine, but the maid who provided the blood deceived me. She was obviously having an affair with the groom, but she also lied about being a virgin!"

"In a fit of rage, I whipped the little bitch to death with a whip. Looking at her body, I suddenly remembered that the witch had said that bathing in the blood of young girls could slow down aging and restore the skin's luster and tenderness."

"Anyway, that little bitch is dead, so why not use it as waste and try to see if her blood can bring me any benefits."

"I drained the maid's blood, poured it into the bathtub, lay in the blood and took a bath, then wiped my body dry, and I found that my skin was much tighter."

"Since then, I have been obsessed with this way of health care."

"I spend money to buy female slaves and bathe my noble body with their humble blood. This makes me feel very comfortable."

"Occasionally when money is tight, I will be diligent and frugal and ask a trustworthy servant to go to the flower girl on the street and tell her that the countess is going to hold a banquet and give her a chance to make a big deal."

"Those greedy peasant girls came to my manor with flower baskets. In the end, neither she nor her flowers were wasted - I would sprinkle a lot of rose petals in the bathtub while enjoying the blood bath."

"My father, your faithful daughter has always maintained this healthy and elegant living habit, so to this day, people still praise my skin as smooth and firm as a girl."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Even the well-informed demon king Saratus couldn't help but laugh when he heard the countess' self-deceptive show off.

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