[Chapter 144] You, take your revenge

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Yes, that's right.

'Adriene... I must kill that bastard.'

'Fine, but... after I kill him first.'

That's right.

The woman I loved was just like that.

Too wise and thoughtful to be confined to a frail body. With an outrageous courage that always surprised him...

'So cruelly lovely.'

A hollow laugh escaped through the cracked face.

'Well, if that's your way.'

His heart raced wildly, his hands trembling as he wanted to protect Adriene, who was standing in the midst of danger. Falling in love in such a situation is painful.

Roardnes, who had poured out a hollow laugh, wiping his face with one hand, soon stepped further into the center of the podium with deep, sunken eyes.

As he walked, receiving the anxious gaze of the Queen Grace, his eyes turned black and then lit up brightly, unnoticed by anyone.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

"Aaargh!"

Black, sticky monsters rose from the ground around the podium. The space around the monsters was emptied by people who backed away.

Originally, the teeth of these monsters would have pierced the hearts of those where he poured his magic.

For they were monsters who were eager to obtain his sweet magic.

And then, in an instant.

He made eye contact with those who dared to say they would kill Adriene.

Roardnes lifted the corners of his lips with a cold face.

Everyone who threatened Adriene.

He intended to use the monsters to eliminate those people and stain the ceremony to exalt Doris Castagna as a saint with blood.

And after letting the world know that the will of God was not with Doris, he planned to personally slay those monsters in front of people to clearly show who was protecting this country.

Even though he had awakened and controlled his magic on his own, Roardnes had no hesitation in using it this time.

'No matter what anyone says.'

Because he no longer cared about such gazes.

An invisible force twisted the necks of the rampaging monsters at once.

Roardnes drew his sword, which was stuck in his side, without hesitation and slashed several times through the panicking people.

"Kuwaaaaeek!"

Monsters that couldn't move were no match for him.

Roardnes instantly disposed of the monsters and looked at the people who were running away, avoiding the blood of the monsters that was pouring down.

The faces of those who had dared to say they would deal with Adriene were splattered with the crimson blood of the monsters.

"The West strongly supports His Highness Second Prince Roardnes as the true successor who will protect this country!"

Having witnessed his prowess firsthand after suffering damage from the monsters, the nobles of the West responded with thunderous applause.

Doris, the Crown Princess, who was neither the fallen Duke of Castagna nor the saint, was no longer the lifeline they clung to.

"The West wishes for the Second Prince to ascend to the throne!"

People who had been terrified by the appearance of the monsters finally relaxed and began to clap and cheer with all their might.

"The Second Prince has slain the monsters!"

"The Second Prince will protect us!"

It had always been this way.

It was something he had always done and was known for, ever since he left the capital.

Due to the winds of change brought by Adriene, he had become a saint who protected people from monsters, rather than a monster who sucked the blood of monsters.

From an object of fear to an object of awe.

Even though he was drenched in blood.

"The Second Prince is the new sun that will save the country and illuminate Ronta!"

The true successor.

Not the red eyes that would lead the country to ruin, but the red eyes like the sun that would protect people.

'Ha.'

A fake prophecy, which was clearly Adriene's scheme.

It had meticulously sewn up and straightened his torn and trampled past years.

It was the first time he had heard such thunderous cheers and applause, even while showing his blood-stained clothes.

Roardnes wiped the blood slowly, as if he couldn't hear the cheers of the people.

For a moment, his ears felt as if they were underwater.

He put his sharp sword back into its sheath and closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.

Not far away, Adriene was looking at him with her hands clasped together.

On her delicate and beautiful face, there was clearly a worried smile, albeit a very bright one.

"Arrest Doris Castagna, who impersonated the saint and tried to kill her!"

"The Lord said that those who impersonate saints are demons and can be killed!"

"Isn't it Doris Castagna who summoned the monsters?"

"Kill Doris Castagna!"

Cheers for Roardnes and accusations against Doris poured onto the podium simultaneously.

"Ah... Ah..."

Large tears rolled down Doris's eyes, who had stiffened her body due to the sudden appearance of the monsters.

No matter how much she reached out her hand, none of the Western nobles made eye contact with her.

"Ah, ah..."

Her lips, which could no longer make any sound, trembled and quivered, but Roardnes' gaze did not reach there.

"Arrest the criminal."

With a low voice that suppressed his excitement, Neil and Vincenzo approached Doris as if they had been waiting.

Roardnes' two aides grabbed Doris, who was dressed in white like a priest, by both arms and began to drag her away.

"No, let go! Let go! How dare you! Who do you think I am! A criminal? A criminal!"

Leaving behind Doris who was howling, Roardnes, who had finished wiping away the blood, finally approached Adriene.

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Doris's voice, who didn't lose her momentum even as she was dragged down from the podium, buzzed in my ears.

Amidst the cheers of people mixed with fear and admiration, praise and criticism, I finally faced Blier.

Sweet honey-like blonde hair.

She was definitely alive, with color returning to her pale face.

Just as I scanned her thoroughly, Blier also looked at me standing in front of her as if looking in a mirror.

"I have a lot of things I want to ask you and things I want to say."

"...Huh?"

Unlike before when we were happily cooperating, there was a slight hostility in my voice, and Blier raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"But there's one thing I want to say right now."

"Hmm?"

Blier slowly scanned me up and down and crossed her arms. As she tilted her head as if to say more, I quickly continued.

"You. You wanted me to see my miserable and pathetic situation directly and solve it myself, right?"

It wasn't entirely wrong, as one of her eyebrows twitched.

"You wanted me to take my revenge myself. Isn't that right?"

I recalled the old emotions I had felt while thinking about her for countless hours.

"That's why you saved me when I was dying."

Blier looked at my moving lips curiously and blinked slowly. I couldn't tell if it was a yes or no.

"Now it's your turn."

"...?"

I turned towards my father who was constantly shouting something at us.

"You take your revenge."

Blier's and my father's eyes met in mid-air.

My father and Gregory's faces turned pale at the same time as they looked back and forth between Blier and me.

I could also see Olivia crying nearby and Bianca comforting her.

Blier didn't pass in front of me, making way.

She just blinked very slowly, looking at her father and brother.

"Don't shed tears. Don't get angry."

But whatever it was about his father that provoked him, his father, who had reacted violently, soon disappeared into the crowd.

"Father..."

"...But right now."

My arm, which was stretched out to chase after my father, stopped in mid-air.

I slowly turned around, no, I tried to turn around.

Thud.

My other wrist was immediately pulled, and I was suddenly hugged in a frail but firm embrace.

"What, what is this...?"

It was Blier's embrace.

The most mysterious person in my life.

My strange... who seduced my husband and brought me back to life.

"I wanted to hug you once."

...My sister.

Ignoring me who was stiffening, Blier hugged me even tighter.

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"Your Highness."

In the farthest corner of the square.

A place where everyone had gathered towards the podium to see the miracle closer and the new successor closer.

Jimskar, who had run as fast as he could, approached a man standing behind a giant statue.

The man, wearing a black robe and hood, stood for a long time, only looking at the podium without saying anything.

"Your Grace."

"... It would be better not to call me that anymore."

Ignoring Jimskar, who couldn't leave due to his sadness, Noebian pondered Adriene that day.

'I have just one thing I want from you.'

'Die for me.'

He closed his eyes tightly and wrinkled his lips.

'Someone like you, who escaped from prison and came here, must be prepared for it. I mean, you're ready to give up everything.'

'Then give me that useless Duke of Trovica position.'

'Help me do anything for the woman I love. Die for you.'

The woman he loved was like that.

She was such a strong woman, who sadly said she wished she could do something for him.

A thin stream of tears ran down his pale cheek.

"Dying for you is the most useful thing I can do, so I'll gladly do it. But if the Second Prince chooses Doris over you to become the Crown Prince... then can I pretend not to know you when I'm near you?"

"No."

He was so desperate that he didn't even notice Epero's fierce gaze.

"No, Noebian."

I wanted to escape from all these dangers and start over in any country that knew him and Adriene, except Ronta or Elacon.

If Adriene was abandoned by Roardnes, I would think of it as an opportunity that the Lord would never give me again and spend my whole life with her... really, with her...

"Now, you too, live your life."

But in Adriene's eyes, there was no more resentment, contempt, or anger, let alone regret.

Pity.

"Give up the empty title you received from the emperor and just go anywhere as Noebian. Live your life doing whatever you want."

Sympathy.

"You decide for yourself whether you're destined to live a life surrounded by fakes, just taking care of someone else, or whether you'll live your real life..."

It was the first time in my life that someone had looked at me with such emotion.

It was the words I had always longed for someone to say to me, but now they came from the mouth of a woman who no longer loved him.

While the revived Grand Duchess eventually fainted and there was another commotion.

Noebian stood there for a long time, as if nailed to the spot, before finally turning around.

"Now, now where are you going?"

Jimskar, who couldn't reach out, asked.

Noebian didn't look back.

"...I don't know yet."

Because I've never lived like this.

With a voice that whispered, Jimskar called him again in a hurry.

"Your Highness, please, at least to me..."

"Since there's still someone I want to see alive. Anywhere I can see that person would be enough."

"Your Highness?"

"A place where I can come back anytime if that woman is sad or hurt... That's probably the place."

...Finally.

Recalling the times when he couldn't even do that when they were husband and wife, he muttered sarcastically.

A lonely wind blew through the people.

A man in a black hood finally stepped forward and disappeared into the crowd, which began to flock to the square after hearing the rumors.

Jimskar stood in that place for a long time, following the invisible man's back.

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