I’ll Be The Warrior’s Mother

The count was a wealthy 60-year-old man who was already a widower from two marriages. Rebecca didn’t want to marry that old man, so she planned to prevent the marriage by killing the messenger and having him go missing.

She was relatively young, but she had no qualms about murder. That was just how she was born. If taking someone’s life was beneficial to her, she would do it as much as she pleased.

“A secret hideout? It’d be good for storing dead bodies. If this works out, I could get rid of every messenger who comes here.”

If all the messengers who came to deliver the proposal went missing, eerie rumors would circulate, and Rebecca would be completely liberated from her undesired marriage.

That day, Rebecca secretly followed the servant and maid and found out where the secret hideout was located. Then, she poisoned them so that no one else would learn of the secret hideout. After that, she inspected the inside of the hideout more closely.

“It’s smaller than I thought. What is this doodle on the floor… Ah.”

Perhaps it was because she had been fatigued by all the matters she had been occupied with recently. Rebecca’s nose started bleeding while she was examining the hideout. The blood dropped onto the motif that was drawn on the floor.

Something strange happened right after.

The floor absorbed the blood and in a split second, the text and motif turned bright red. Then, a mysterious pitch-black corpse appeared.

“What is this…”

Instead of screaming in shock, Rebecca diligently searched every nook and cranny of the hideout. At last, she learned the identity of the motif on the floor after discovering an old parchment.

It was a spell that summoned monstrous creatures from another world.

What was more surprising was that it was possible to use the summoned creatures.

[We make it known to the next fortunate person to discover this place. This motif is a summoning spell…

…

It is extremely dangerous to summon the living. Immediately after doing so, you must use the cancellation spell written below and send them back.

If you summon the dead, you can use the corpse’s blood. The effects of the blood and the method for using it…]

The summoning spell reacted to blood. It reacted to the ‘desire’ encoded in the blood.

That day, Rebecca summoned a dead creature and used its blood to brainwash Viscount Marezon into doing her bidding. What she had desired that day was ‘to have control over her surrounding affairs.’

“Ha. Haha.”

The types of creatures that could be summoned were quite diverse.

Rebecca used the summoned creatures’ blood to her heart’s content. She fortified the strength of one creature who desired power, making its strength incomparable to what it was before, and made it her subordinate.

“Will you pledge allegiance to me, in exchange for strength?”

“…Yes, Master.”

Even when there were too many corpses, she could use the blood of the creatures to get rid of them. One creature possessed blood that could erase corpses of the same type without a trace.

“No wonder the previous owner refused to sell this mansion until he died. Because of this…”

It was convenient and delightful. Rebecca felt a certain joy using the creatures she summoned with the summoning spell.

Sometimes, Rebecca would be terrified when living creatures would get summoned instead of dead ones. But there were never any problems because whenever that happened, she would use the cancellation spell that was written on the parchment and send them back right away.

After some time, Rebecca gradually began to take the summoning spell’s existence for granted, like she was entitled to it from birth.

Perhaps that’s why…

“Older Sister, what in the world is this…”

Rebecca’s younger brother found out about the summoning spell’s existence in her negligence. But she wasn’t too worried.

“Tsk. Come here.”

Rather, now that he had found out, she used his blood to summon a creature. The creature’s blood had the ability to make animals breed by themselves.

“Gross. That’s your desire?”

“Sh-shut up.”

“…”

Rebecca, who had been thinking about the past, took out a blade and smirked. She mumbled in a dry voice devoid of emotion.

“I should have just killed and gotten rid of him back then.”

She had made a mistake. A big one.

If she had known what Incan was going to do, she wouldn’t have let him off so easily back then when he had found out about the summoning spell.

At the very least, she would have gotten rid of him before he had converted a human corpse into a creature, consumed its fortified blood, and escaped.

But at this point, all she could do was harbor worthless regrets.