DYBAR - Chapter 112 < Last Chance For Someone (1) >
Do Your Best And Regret
"Oh my God....."
The process of the bruises coming off was not nice. Bethany, who saw my purple wrist, was speechless. I quickly waved my hand as her eyes quickly turned red.
"This is just a bruise, it doesn't actually hurt at all. Strangely enough, I think I heard before that bruises tend to last for a long time."
Bethany lifted her head and looked at me. Her anger rose above her bloodshot eyes to the point where her light sky blue eye color was not visible.
"Has something like this happened before?"
I closed my mouth in response to her trembling question.
I said it wrong. I was about to make any excuses again when Bethany barely touched my wrist with her trembling hand.
"Oh my God... The world's bad guy, a scoundrel with no manners or chivalry."
No one in the world could call the Prince that way. At first, the level of swearing, which was muttered in an endless, choked voice, gradually increased.
Dean, who was next to me, sighed and cleared his throat. At the same time, I laughed a little.
"It's really okay, Bethany. Anyway, how did you get here?"
"Look at my mind. I just want you to... No, this is not urgent."
Only then did Bethany come to her senses and hurriedly wiped her eyes. Then she very carefully grabbed my wrist, as if she were handling a porcelain doll.
Her strange energy seeped into the skin of my wrists. Her warmth hovered over my strange senses. It was a familiar feeling as if I had felt it somewhere before.
"It's been a while now."
Hearing her sniffle, I looked back at my wrist and blinked my eyes. My bruises, which I thought would last quite a while, disappeared without a trace.
"How...?"
"It's healing magic. Even though my magical power has decreased, it is still easy to handle."
Could it be that this unfamiliar yet familiar sensation is magic?
I stroked my wrist for a moment.
Meanwhile, Bethany looked thoughtfully at her Young Lady. Neatly combed silver hair, a small, pretty face, and even mysterious green eyes looking at her with deep red eyes.
Now she looked like a Young Lady when she left for the Island. Why did she lose so much weight again? Sobel, Bethany told you that.
"If I find the secret of the real mine, I will go up to the island and won't leave you alone."
Those words, mixed with tears, were the same as when they parted ways from Vikander to leave for the islands.
I smiled brightly and hugged Bethany.
Dean looked away and squinted at the top of the hill. Beneath the dense trees, where the sparkling greenery was baking brown, the conversation between Bethany and the Young Lady was heard almost inaudibly.
Not only the senior knights but also the trainee knights were all listening to the conversation between the two.
"It's a big deal. I thought she would be fine until she got back to Vikander Territory."
"You saw it earlier, right? I thought there was a spark in Bethany's eyes"
"Well, we have no choice but to pray. Please pass on to Lord Szellin."
"But you heard it earlier, right?"
Bethany's voice seemed to be heard above the trembling figure of the training knight.
"You guys, let's go back and see,"
Bethany looked at everyone with eyes that made people sleepy. Those eyes were enough to make Dean tingle.
Why didn't he see the Young Lady's wrist in the imperial palace?
As Dean lowered his head in depression, someone tapped his shoulder.
"Cheer up."
"..."
"Even if I can't go to hell with you, I will give you a sincere goodbye in."
"Oh my!"
***
"Bethenny, how did you really get here?"
"How did I get here? I came by carriage."
As soon as she received the telegram that the Lady was coming, she set off in a hurry, and if she had known she would have come sooner.
"No, I heard Bethany is in the mines now."
She says she can't even go to the castle because she's busy researching secrets.
At those words, Bethany looked at me quietly and asked cautiously.
"Aren't you surprised?"
Everything was a condensed question. My anxious feelings were clearly revealed as if she was watching me, and I smiled lightly on purpose.
"No, I would be lying if I said I was surprised, because..."
" ..."
"It was through His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, not through Edwin, that I learned about the previous Grand Duchess and about Lowell."
As soon as the Prince was mentioned, Bethany's eyes went back to my wrist. I nodded my head playfully.
"Bethenny is right. He is very bad and does not show any courtesy to me. I was almost shaken for a moment by the malicious words of that person, but the conclusion was that I was not shaken."
"No, malicious. What did the Prince say to you?"
I was going to pass it on because it wasn't a very nice thing to say. Bethany asked again, her eyes boiling with anger.
How should I get over it? I played with her gemstone necklace and I grinned.
"Uh, um. This. It is too precious a treasure to be given to someone who replaces her master."
"Miss, what is that...!"
"Ah really. I should have boasted about this to His Majesty the Crown Prince. It's a shame I hid it just in case."
Bethany belatedly jumped at the word. Substitute. Bethany's face turned red as if she realized what the Prince's malicious words were.
"Really, If I ascend to the royal level, I will respect the Crown Prince first, rather than Sobel. How could he say something like that!"
Beside Bethany's shivering body, I quietly reflected on my first meeting with Bethany.
"Oh my gosh, I was staring at you without even knowing it was rude. Sorry, Miss. You are so beautiful."
The sorrowful eyes that first saw me and the words,
"Nice to meet you, Young Lady, thank you for your hard work on the long journey. This is Bethany, Vikander's butler."
A voice that was so soothing.
Only after hearing the previous Grand Duchess' story did I understand Bethany's face the day she first saw me. She burst into tears while looking at the White Crystal Mine documents, and now I can understand her feelings.
At the same time,
"Thank you."
Bethany, who had been getting angry at my sincere words, suddenly stopped.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around Bethany.
Either before or after I brought the White Crystal Mine, Bethany's respect for me was infinitely deep.
She made my bed, made me cozy and pretty pajamas, and quietly came in every morning to put pretty flowers in a vase.
It was so sweet and lovely to receive her care.
It was so clear that her heart, at the basis of her sincerity, was for me, Olivia, and not for anyone else, that there was no room for doubt.
"By the way, Miss... It was nothing."
Bethany's eyes became moist as her anger subsided. I grinned and grabbed her arm, shaking her lightly.
"Now when I go back, I want to help Bethany and find out the secret. So while you're at it, Bethany, tell me a lot about Lowell."
"Sure. I'll tell you everything I know. You might be surprised. All stories about Lowell are shrouded in mystery. What you're most curious about is probably about the Young Lady's pretty green eyes, right?"
My heart was pounding. I nodded my head slowly. Bethany added with a grin, even though her nose was red.
"But before we leave..."
"Yes?"
"You should start by eating the sandwich that Anthony prepared for you, Miss. Maybe, just look at how fat your cheeks have disappeared."
Bethany said with her fuss. I blinked my eyes. I obviously finished eating a little while ago.
Bethany looked away at the protesting look in her eyes. And then she looked into the distance and smiled.
"I think it would be a good idea to show the Lady the letter I received while eating."
***
Bethany was right. The knight who came running from the direction of the island was Vikander's knight.
The letter he held out was from Edwin.
[ How does it feel to meet Bethany after such a long time? She may not be able to replace me, but I hope you won't have to be lonely on the way back. ]
But there was something else that caught my attention more than the friendly content. The signature at the end of the elegant handwriting is Edwin R. Vikander.
A font that gives off a feeling of déjà vu.
I blinked my eyes. I felt like lightning struck my head at the same time.
I had definitely seen this font before.
It wasn't the day after the banquet when I first received Edwin's letter, nor was it the day she signed the reservation magic document for the White Crystal Mine. Much longer ago...
For example...
My eyes twinkled coldly as I collected my thoughts.
***
Bedroom of the Prince's Palace.
"Your Highness. You really need to wash up and leave after a while... I will come back again."
Count Hodges, who had been persuading for a while, eventually shook his head. And he left the bedroom, wading through thick cigar smoke.
Even though it was midday, the bedroom with the curtains drawn seemed indistinguishable from the pitch-black night. In the room left alone, Leopold lay still and exhaled smoke.
As he looked through the smoke dispersing into the air, the words he had heard over the past few days were all jumbled together.
"Somehow, we have to bring the Princess back to the position of Princess. That is what you must do as the Crown Prince of this Franz Empire. That kid had green eyes... Yes, she had green eyes."
Was this yesterday?
"The negotiations are coming to an end, and seeing as your Royal Highness hasn't said anything, it must be that you are happy with these negotiations, right?"
No, was this yesterday?
Now that he thinks about it, how did the negotiations go? Seeing as Bertin is coming back, does this mean it is not over?
In any case, the Duke of Madeleine will take care of it.
The sound of the Leopold laughing suddenly stopped. The cloudy sea-colored eyes, as if covered with an oil slick, slowly closed. In the hazy cigarette smoke and strong alcohol, Leopold kept repeating thoughts that seemed to be at a standstill.
He was odd at first, complacent later, and now he misses her terribly.
About Olivia Madeleine.
Silver hair a pretty face that resembled the cold moonlight, and green eyes that looked at him. Oh, how those eyes looked at him.
Just thinking about it took his breath away, and Leopold once again sucked up the smoke from his cigar.
As he spit out the smoke filling his lungs, laughter naturally came out.
He thought he could get her back. No, he has to turn it back now.
The world that had always been easy, everything that looked up to him beneath my feet became a huge wall blocking him.
Leopold can't tell whether the surging emotion is irritation, longing, or affection. Leopold let out a sigh-like laugh.
The target of the bitter sneer decorating the corners of his mouth was none other than himself.
"I should have caught her. I should have caught her then."
Leopold muttered to himself. A voice filled with desire slowly spread throughout the bedroom.
"What should I do now?"
It seemed like it had been so long that he couldn't remember how many days he had been soaked in strong alcohol.
As words like lament were spoken, the sound of a door being opened and a loud voice came rushing in.
"Leopold! Come on, I haven't seen Leopold in days. How dare you, know who I am!"
"You can't do this, Young lady!"
Maria, who finally opened the door despite the servants' dissuasion, coughed repeatedly.
Her throat tingled. The dark room was filled with smoke so much that she could barely see.
"What is this...."
With a trembling voice, Maria hesitantly walked towards the bed.
She hasn't seen Leopold in days already.
A few days ago, she was handing money to a servant, and her nanny, who saw her face for a moment, said with a dying look on her face.
"Oh my, Lady. I can't believe you're trapped like this. The Marquis is also only in the mansion. Oh my..."
Her strong family, who protected her no matter what the situation, no longer served as her back.
Only Leopold was her salvation. Even if his gaze is cold, Maria Etel had to hold on to even vain hope.
It was hard work to stay in the Prince's palace, almost like being imprisoned. After the actual treatment of the Crown Prince was over, the maids' behavior toward her was rude, and even the chamberlain did not show up.
"Leopold, please. Come to your senses..."
Strangely, she wasn't feeling well either. She was always lethargic and couldn't control her emotions. It was still like that now. The moment his resentful face came into view, Maria Ethel couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.
"Ah..."
Leopold squinted at the light coming through the door. As he lost weight and took on a decadent vibe, his eyes began to come into focus as he looked at Maria.
The corners of his mouth rose as if she vaguely recognized her, and without realizing it, Maria called out Leopold's name.
"Leo..."
"Is it because of you?"
"Yes? What is that..."
"Is it because of you that Olivia left? Or because of me?"
Thud- thud- thud-.
As his languid voice continued, Maria took her steps back. The venom of a desert scorpion was at the end of the lightly laughing voice.
Leopold was blaming her. A lot of that too.
The moment Maria realized that fact, a cold sweat broke out. Her stomach felt cold and at the same time, her whole body felt like it was coming together.
Maria sat down and cried out as she felt pain for the first time in her life.
"Ah, ah, a doctor, a doctor..."
A pitiful voice echoed outside the bedroom.
However, the attendants passing by did not even look at her with indifferent faces. It was the same with Leopold.
A shabby location where no one cares.
The ground beneath her began to give way. Maria burst into tears.
The tears rolling down her cheeks were miserable.
Miscarriage.
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