A Dark Fantasy Spy

With great difficulty, the spy finally managed to open his mouth and declared, “This is all a scheme! You know this is just a prank, right?” Sadly, his voice failed to reach anyone’s ears.

“…Honey.”

“…Ah.”

Charles Nostrim and Grace Nostrim, having identified the identity of the lady who was either the third daughter-in-law or a mistress (both were correct), were left in utter shock.

Their limbs twitched like the mascot of Bikini City, and they broke out in cold sweat as if receiving a stinging slap to the face.

The astonishing romantic escapades of their child had shattered any semblance of composure, making their mind’s pressure gauge explode in all directions. Their brains boiled over, conjuring up a veritable brain soufflé.

Similarly, their eldest son Jerry Nostrim and eldest daughter Adela Nostrim were left in a daze, as if struck by an 8-inch monkey wrench.

“Ah, please, little brother….”

“Haah….”

Of course, Lucia and Francesca, accustomed to such petty antics (which the investigation agency sometimes referred to as harassment), sipped their tea with calm glances, commenting, “Oh, she’s at it again,” and “Can’t she be more careful?”

Duke Alexandra Petrovna, who had known the saintly lady’s troublesome nature since her childhood, clicked her tongue and thought, “That kid hasn’t changed at all,” while she continued to discipline her troublesome disciple.

However, the shy and adorable prank she had just pulled was akin to dousing gasoline on a family already troubled by two daughters-in-law and setting it ablaze.

“…Eh?”

Saint Veronica (the one causing the family chaos) finally sensed the unusual atmosphere and froze in place, not having properly noted the entry angle.

In the meantime, Colonel Frederick, with an intellect no better than that of a dolphin, repeatedly shouted, “I’m telling you, it’s a real scheme!”

Meanwhile, his only ally, Camila, was busy being scolded by her master and thus couldn’t process his self-defense, while Akande, who grasped that it wasn’t his place to intervene, merely sipped tea.

Only the silent outcry of the criminal echoed in that space. Perhaps this was the tenth circle of Hell that Dante had failed to convey in the Divine Comedy: Inferno?

“It’s not true!”

…Well, what does it matter?

Whether it was the tenth circle of Hell or the second, they were all essentially the same Hell.

Regardless of the circumstances, the threshold of Hell would always present the same message to those who arrived here.

『Ah, if you see this inscription, abandon all hope! (Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate!)』

The members of the Nostrim family, now with three daughters-in-law, had to quietly abandon any hopes they once held.