25 Chapter 25

"I'm first. The Crown Prince's expression was very bad when he heard the news. Why do you think he had that? Do you know anything?"

"How can you feel good when someone's going to take your dear little sister away?" Gereint answered lightly, but he looked like he had something on him. He gently rubbed his rough chin. "It turns out that Sir Gareth said something like that. What did he say? All the other women are okay, but it should not be Her Imperial Highness. He said he'd be humiliated."

Gareth said that?

Come to think of it, when Gareth Wallow felt like he was wearing a skirt, he would be able to flirt with it regardless of someone's status or whether she was married or not. I don't know if there was any other reason than the discomfort of Gareth who distanced himself from me.

"A shortcut to disgrace? What does that mean?"

"Do I get it? So it's my turn now. Is Her Imperial Highness and Lord Celtic really in that kind of relationship?"

"I don't know what about Sir Celtic, but at my Imperial Highness' side was not serious. It's marriage, it's a union, there won't be anything like this." Jedis, who said with a serious face, warned firmly: "It's a secret for the time being, so you can't say it anywhere. Gerry, you and I may have a hard time in social life."

"It's tough now?"

"A lot more."

"I see."

"Promise."

As the children promised, the siblings twisting their little fingers looked very close. She said he would cut off his little finger if he didn't keep his promise. Jedis, who even took the stamp, complained.

"It would have been nice if Rowenthal's rebellion had been successful." Gereint hurriedly shut Jedith's mouth, she bit him, and screamed silently.

Ahhhhhh. Argh. He was angry as he brushed off his sharp hands.

"Damn, Jedis Bell. I'm not really joking about that. If Rowental's rebellion succeeded, we're not good enough to go by, but your brother's going to go well~ We'll have a meal for the pigeons. Do you think?"

"I just said it. Can't you say anything?"

"You think that's a game played by a man who died because of that? Don't do it if you don't want me to."

After a while, Gereint asked in a slightly softened voice.

"What really happened?"

"You said it was obvious without looking at it."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry. Maybe it's similar to what you think."

Silence.

"Jeddy."

"Why."

"If you want to leave the Imperial Palace, tell me anytime. No matter what our parents say, I'll send ypu back to school. Success, I can do it, and money, if you succeed, it will follow, so you just..."

Jedis got up. She stooped down and tried to stretch out her pants, as if she were stretching out her crumpled skirt. There was no need to unfold. Jedis said, straightening his back.

"I'm going to bed now. Good night, Gerry."

"I can't sleep tonight. Go to my share."

I was dozing off, and I stood up. I crawled into my bed and closed my eyes. Heavy water words washed up like sand washed away by the waves. My eyelids were heavy. I closed my eyes. Suddenly I felt envious of the siblings. It is good to have someone to argue with and depend on. I had a time with such a person.

It was a memory of one summer day that was particularly hot and humid.

I didn't even know that I was scared of a summer cold, and I was running around in a drizzle, but I finally fell ill. Even though the maid handed me a spoonful of antipyretic, the heat didn't go away. My whole body was hot and my throat burned. Dad didn't show up his face once. Didn't the congressman who checked me and left notified my father that I was sick? So he doesn't know I'm sick?

Maybe my father knows everything but pretends he doesn't know. Because he was hoping that I would die from sickness... Tears kept pouring out. I missed my mother, who left me alone and left for an eternal paradise.

'Do not go. Mom. Please take me too. I was a good child.'

I sang it many times, but the stuffed mother in the portrait was just smiling without answering. As I was sick and exhausted, wandering between dreams and reality, there was a cold hand sweeping my forehead and cheeks.

I barely opened my eyes.

<Father?>

<I'm sorry for disappointing you.>

It was the Clown. The Clown, with the warm, faint light of the lamp on his back, lost the heat in my forehead. His little hands were rough and cold. I swung and held his hand tightly.

"Don't go anywhere..."

<I'm not going anywhere.>

"You can't go..."

<Don't cry. I'll stay by your Royal Highness.>

"Really. You have to promise me. Okay?" I cried and raised my little finger.

<Of course, I promise. I'll never leave you.>

Instead of facing my little finger, the clown wiped my swollen and dreary eyes. I closed my eyes quietly and felt the touch of the Clown. A cold hand swept the cheek. It was the hand of a murderer with the callus of the sword. At the end of my sweet dreams, reality flooded in. I opened my eyes wide.

Dawn.

A murderer with a veil was sitting by my bedside. My voice cracked.

"Brother... Aurest." The room was dark and my mind was mixed.

Is this the reality or a nightmare?

If it's a dream, turn to the happy side.

If it's real... Damn it. It's real.

"I must have woken you up. No, you don't have to get up. I'm thinking of going in a minute, so lie down comfortably." Halfway up, I lay back. The blanket, which slipped to my waist, was also pulled up over my shoulders. "You cried. Did you have a sad dream?"

Tears smeared as I rubbed my eyes and cheeks. I glanced down at my wet hands.

"I will tell the aide and call the seamstress to the Imperial Palace." I didn't respond. Aurest's voice was a bit quicker, seeming nervous. "I'll call a tailor and a jeweler. Nowadays the fashion of accessories has changed again. I heard that large eggs are considered even and small and delicate work is popular among young ladies."

You said you don't know any of the trends these days, but you know them well.

"I'll make all the payments, so choose whatever you want until you're satisfied. Is there anything else you want?" I wiped my hands on my blanket.

"No, it's okay. Thank you very much for your concern."

"I don't know what nightmare you had, but I'm always by your side, so don't be too sad."

There was a false laugh.

Don't be sad because you're here?

Do you think you deserve to say that?

You've always been the problem.

Why don't you know that you are the reason why memories are discolored into sad ones and every moment of my life turns into nightmares?

I envy you for living a life where you don't have to know the sins you have committed.

I always dwell under the weight of my sin, brooding over my sin!

You'll never get away from them.

I tried to soften my convulsed face and smiled.

"But from this early hour... What's up?"

The lights that lit up the night were off, but it was dark outside because the sun had not risen yet. It is never recommended to sneak into other people's bedrooms at an early hour.

"I promised you I'd come back to see you before the flowers wither." Aurest had the flower of the day on his chest. The red flower looked black in the dark. I really don't remember much.

Do you remember killing a clown?

"I couldn't come empty-handed, so I brought some flowers. Do you remember the vase I gave you before? It was in front of the window. I put it in that vase, so check it out if you wake up later. I hope you like it."

"It's a flower that my brother picked by hand, and I wouldn't like anything than it. It must be beautiful." The shadow on his face moved a little.

"Then it turned out that there was something I couldn't see in the vase."

"It was given by Sir Celtic as a gift." The shadow on Aurest's face moved again. I felt like he was smiling.

"Did you say that to him? Whatever the flowers you hand-picked are good?" There was a faint rage in his voice. The fluff on the back of my neck seemed to be on the edge.

"What does it matter?"

"Do you really like it that you can't tell whether it's a weed or a flower?" I answered coldly, flapping my upper body.

"Don't talk like that. You didn't throw it away, did you?"

"I cleaned it up because it withered."

"Why didn't you tell me? My brother always..." Aurest cut me off coldly.

"Do you like Celtic Durak?"

"Is there any other reason I won't like him? You know, not only his looks, but his character is great."

"He's great? I know Celtic better than you. He's not enough for you as your lover, as well as your husband!" Aurest said almost shouting. I shriveled up reflexively, but I tried hard to put a strain on my neck.

"Sir Celtic is lacking? Then no one is qualified."

"You know that well. Not a single one suits you!" Aurest unbuttoned his shirt roughly. If my heart had daylight, it would have turned pale. I pulled up the blanket and fumbled under the pillow.

Aurest grabbed the collar of his shirt and opened it almost as if tearing it open, revealing himself. Bandages were wrapped around the shoulders where the faint scars were crossed. There was a dark blood in the wound, whether it had broken again. Aurest's face was smeared with faint pain. Who dare to leave such a scar? I was surprised and groaned.

"The wound..."

Aurest said almost like he was chewinh.

"It's the wound Celat Durak inflicted on me."

"....."

"Yesterday... No, now it's the day before yesterday? I went hunting with the Durak family the day before yesterday. That's when I got hit by Celtic's blind bow." Aurest's mouth went up like a laugh. "I was confident that he was a sharpshooter, but his bow skill was not so good. Funny?"

"....."

"I was lucky enough to be so shallow that I almost mutilated.''

"....."

"They hurt the imperial family, so in principle, we must punish them severely. But he didn't do it on purpose, so I decided to forgive him with special mercy."

"....."

"But the Durak family, as well as the rest of them, kept asking for punishment. They're really loyal."

"....."

"So there was nothing to pay, and he decided to leave my mission on my behalf. Celtic Durak will soon be leaving for the Western Front."

It was so good even though the timing was good.

By the way, at this time, Celtic made the mistake of shooting the wrong bow?

He also hit the Crown Prince?

This is certainly not Celtic's mistake.

This is Aurest's work.

And that wound is real, not false,

I suddenly realized.

Aurest stabbed his shoulder with his own very hand.

You're a tough, funny bastard...

T/N: It was decided... My update schedules will be Friday to Monday then if I had free time at the other days... a.k.a. Tuesday-Thursday, I'd update, idk what time or how many but I decided that I would be doing fast updates so I would be able to pick up another novel again. It has only 160 chapters and the special chapters were still haven't finished (I'm waiting for them to be finished so that I could translate them too) and I already had the 25 done so I still have 135 chapters left!

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