DYBAR - Chapter 138 < The Princess's Three Wishes >

DYBAR - Chapter 138 < The Princess's Three Wishes >

Do Your Best And Regret



When he closes his eyes, the whole war comes to mind vividly.

From the biting wind to the scorching heat and humid climate. A time when he felt alive with pain in a never-ending battle.

There was a time when they didn't even know how time passed, and the weather was all that could be used to measure time.

It was a time when Vikander's knights were the only ones protecting his side, and he was filled with only desire and used poison as his nourishment.

Edwin slowly opened his eyes. The dulled memories disappeared at once.

A room where the only light is the moonlight passing through the glass. The air that touched his skin was moderately warm, and his father was lying in front of him. The cutting surface of the magic stone held in his father's hand sparkled.

"Although it is slow, His Highness the Grand Duke is showing clear improvement."

Edwin pondered and reflected on what his doctor said a moment ago. The corners of his handsome mouth rose slowly.

Now he was living in a moment of supreme happiness. Everything was perfect.

The father he longed for, whom he thought had died, was there before his eyes, and the lover who had brought him all happiness.

"Your Highness, A letter has arrived from you."

They were trying to play a cute house game on him. And that too, in a way that makes his heart burn in a dizzying way.

Edwin quickly grabbed the purple envelope that Brock held out and carefully opened it.

The first sentence of the letter began with a surprisingly nostalgic word.

- To the unknown knight. This is already the sixth letter. Surely you haven't found the first letter yet?

The night Olivia left, on his desk in his office.

A letter is full of stern yet kind words telling him to go quickly and get some sleep.

The corner of Edwin's mouth gently tugged.

Starting with the letter she left behind, Olivia wrote letters to him so that one letter would arrive every day. One, two, three... And now to the sixth letter. It had already been six days since Olivia left for Tristan.

The letters written on purple stationery reminded him of the time he received letters in barracks on the battlefield.

Of course, unlike back then when he waited without knowing when the letter would come, now he expects it every evening, knowing it will come.

- This is Tristan. We were a little late because we were taking our time enjoying the picnic. But my health is very good, so don't worry.

It was a little surprising that it took six days to go to a place that would have taken two or three days if she had rushed, but Edwin slowly opened his eyes when he heard the word "picnic."

The following letter contained a warm greeting expressing excitement about the things to do in Tristan, a kind heart saying that she was praying for the ancestral Grand Duke, and a hope that everyone was doing well.

The last paragraph of all six letters was the same.

- I really want to receive a reply from Edwin, but you have to write it down and save it.

- Because I want to go back and read Edwin's letter in person. If you wait patiently, I will return with a very nice gift.

- Liv Green, who hopes and prays for the best for Edwin. With all my heart.

As Edwin read and reread the letter, Brock looked at the envelope with a serious expression and said,

"...... Would you like me to send you our envelope?"

The purple stood out too much. If the letter was delivered by an ordinary janitor like it is now, there was a good chance that it would be lost or intercepted by someone.

Because Grand Duke Vikander had many enemies.

It was a letter from the Grand Duke's Lady. This meant that there was a high possibility of causing confusion by imitating handwriting or following the color of the letter.

But Edwin laughed and shook his head.

"it doesn't matter whether you imitate the handwriting or use the same stationery."

"You are very confident, Your Highness."

"Of course. I already have Liv's handwriting memorized."

"You only received six?"

Brock asked as if it were absurd. It was a face that did not know the story of 'Liv Green' that had spread quite a bit in the castle. However, Instead of providing friendly guidance, Edwin Issued an order to congratulate the guests.

Even after Brock left, his red eyes still looked at the writing on the letter with an affectionate gaze

Neat, tightly pressed handwriting. Elegant writing with a combination of strokes and sperm. 

It was a handwriting that had already been seen on the battlefield.

***

There was a long way to go. First, the Retail Territory, Miner Territory, and Javiel Territory.

Baron Javron took a deep breath as he looked at the list. It was fortunate that it was a territory close to the border.

The Baron lightly swung the horse's reins. Three knights followed him.

The smell of ripening rice could be heard through the wind blowing through the air. The smell was a little more ripe than when the Young Lady was there three days ago. He naturally remembered the words she had said while looking around the grain.

"Furthermore, there are three things I would like to ask of you."

Beneath the surface of a request, a command had a more natural dignity.

"First, send a worker every day to deliver these letters to Vikander in order. This envelope and this letter must remain intact. I have to send this letter number 4 today."

Numbers 4 to 15 seem to have been written in letters. It was enough to make the Grand Duke believe that Tristan had a Young Lady.

"Second is..... Will there be a wagon train to the islands?"

Are the Young Lady about to join the procession to the islands?

Now, Baron Bronn was about to say something about his shiny silver hair and striking green eyes, but he closed his mouth. He instead informed them of a wagon train of merchants entering the archipelago via the estate.

He accepted all the requests, but what he could not understand at all was the last request.

"Thirdly, I would like you to prepare a very fancy knight's livery. It has a lot of lace and funny cheap decorations, and it would be nice If the measurements were just like that knight."

Where is she going to use it??

"Baron! A letter!"

The Baron, startled by the knight's urgent voice, grabbed the reins as if by snatching them. A letter stuck out through a slightly open gap in his luggage was blown by the wind and landed on the road.

And that too, on top of mud marks.

The Baron hurried over and quickly picked up the envelope. 

He's sending a letter the day after tomorrow! There was a fairly large mud stain left in the corner. 

No matter how he looked at it, it didn't look good. The Baron blamed himself a little while ago, but he couldn't turn back time.

The Baron was conflicted for a moment. Meanwhile, the knight spoke.

"Baron, there is a rather large store in the retail estate. I will go there and get the same envelope."

It was a good idea. The conflict ended in an instant. The Baron smiled brightly and praised the knight.

Yes. It was just a matter of changing one envelope. It was an envelope with only four words written on it: 'Dear knight.'

***

A morning where the sunlight sparkles brilliantly. Leopard had the most perfect morning in a while.

Olivia appeared in the dream, and when he woke up, he even heard a cheerful report.

"It is said that a wagon train departing from Tristan will enter the islands through the North Gate in the morning!"

After hearing Count Hodges' report, Leopold was intoxicated with a sense of victory all morning.

But before lunch, his mood took a turn for the worst.

"The Princess said that she had departed from Vikander territory five days ago, Count."

The pitchless voice was chilling. The title of Count, not Count Bertin or Count Hodges. Goosebumps appeared on his back, but Count Hodges silently faced this fear with his bare body.

"And they said that three days ago, after stopping by Tristan's estate, the carriage came out right away."

"But why!"

Bang-!

The sound of the explosion hitting the desk was harsh. Count Hodges tried to straighten his shrunken shoulders. But everything was useless in front of the Prince's sparkling eyes.

"Why is there still no report that Olivia has passed through the Island Gate when she should have passed through the North Gate in the morning?"

The voice that came out as if it was being crushed between teeth was threatening. 

Count Hodges barely answered with his lips filled with glue.

"I'm asking for you, Your Highness."

Even two mouths had nothing to say. Who would have known that there was something that a knight, who had sent to Tristan's territory, had not reported to him?

"I'm sorry, Count. In fact, the carriage procession coming out of Tristan was quite long, so it was not possible to check inside exactly which carriage the Princess was in. There was a time when the carriages left the territory, but they always followed the procession of carriages coming to the island....In fact, the Princess was not seen in the procession that entered the system."

He was standing guard at the north gate where carriages were supposed to come in, but the Princess was nowhere to be seen. 

The distant feeling of that time came flooding back.

But the Count could not bear to tell the Prince that fact. He just closed his eyes and knelt in front of the Prince.

There was no way it would work because his anger was sky-high, but he had to scream death.

"Your Highness. Portraits were sent to the four city gates, as well as servants from the Prince's palace. Silver hair and green eyes. Doesn't anyone in the system know much about the Princess?"

The Prince's brows relaxed slightly. It was an opportunity.

"Also, doesn't the Princess care very much for her people? The princess will definitely come!

Count Hodges was so busy that he didn't notice. Among the things he said to ensure that the Princess would follow the system, there was a word that upset the Prince.

'Her people'. 

Leopold, who was instantly driven out of Olivia's bounds, frowned at him. A sharp and sinister spirit was just beginning to bloom.

"Prince...! Do I really have to come visit you?"

The office door opened without permission and the Empress came in. At the very least, this is a request to take the Princess's side. The pale, dry cheeks of a few days killed the Empress's beauty and dignity.

Leopold, who was about to burst out in anger, clicked his tongue instead. And he gave the order to congratulate the trembling Count Hodges.

"... As you said, it has an eye-catching appearance. Find her quickly and bring her back"

Striking appearance. The Empress's eyes narrowed as she immediately grasped the context.

"Surely, did Princess Madelaine come to the system, Prince?"

***

Midday when the sun is at its highest.

The Prince's palace servant standing guard at the eastern gate stretched out and yawned. He shrugged his shoulders and looked at the carriages lined up at the east gate with bored eyes.

"No, searching the carriage! What is going on?"

"Didn't you even hear the news? I heard that someone in the imperial palace insulted the royal family...!"

The whispering was loud.

News had been flowing in since morning that a carriage procession had already entered the north gate. As to what was going on, Count Hodges huffed and ordered to be on even tighter alert.

Thanks to this, he was in a situation where he couldn't even eat lunch. While the guards were searching the carriage, they were checking all the people who got off the carriage.

The owners of the carriages that came in around lunch were usually similar. Even after the festival is over, country bumpkins or merchants come to see the island.

The attendant, who had been looking at the people with a sour expression, tilted his head. 

"For a moment!"

It was a common combination.

A plump middle-aged maid and a country bumpkin girl with her hair and face covered with a colorful old shawl.

But strangely enough, the atmosphere was different. the maid asked, stopping the Lady.

"What's going on with our Lady?"

"Could you please take off your hood, Miss?"

As if sensing an unusual current at the servant's request, three guards approached. The maid looked helpless when she saw the menacingly approaching guards.

The servant looked at the Young Lady intently. And he tried to recall the Princess he had glimpsed. There seemed to be something similar somewhere.

His heart was pounding. There were already rumors that His Highness the Crown Prince was persistent about the Princess. If by any chance he finds the Princess here.....!

He swallowed his saliva without realizing it. It was when the servant's trembling hand reached for the Young Lady's shawl.

"What's going on?"

Huh?

A man wearing a flashy knight's uniform walked out from behind the carriage with a strange tone of voice. The servant couldn't believe his eyes.

That was clothes more likely to be worn by a clown than a knight. Even the sword on his belt was cheap, like something a country bumpkin mercenary would wear, not a knight.

The steam leaked out. No way, a Princess would take someone like that around as a knight .

As the anticipation was cooling down, the Young Lady lowered her shawl a little. Straw-colored hair and a plain face.

"Oh my, Lady. Hide your face cheaply. If he finds out, I will die."

The knight's foul language even made him look embarrassed and intimidated.

Haa......

The Princess he remembered was very beautiful, although her mood was gloomy. And she had incomparable dignity.

This woman was definitely not the Princess.

"Go"

The servant sighed dejectedly. In an instant, his dream disappeared like a bubble. After receiving permission, the carriage moved slowly. The knight's elaborate decorations fluttered in the wind.

The Princess has not yet entered the system.

The servant guarding the eastern gate looked. at the long carriage again and yawned.

Thankfully he couldn't see it.

As he passed through the castle gate, the knight's face turned red as if he was overcome by the embarrassment he had been enduring.


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