THIBV - Chapter 46

Born with a more sensitive and delicate nature than most people, he grew up to be a very unstable person due to Josephine's influence and a very lonely and terrible childhood.

His affection was absolute, yet strange and somehow distorted.

The problem, above all, was that it grew in a direction that stabbed itself.

Just looking at the fact that he risked his life to protect Millea and Bridget as Shadow Knights, it was evident.

"Yes, let's say that's true. So you're begging him now? That you were forced to become his mistress? To protect Bridget's reputation and keep me as your friend? Leave it alone, Bridget. I'm just His Majesty's maid. You don't have to worry about what I think."

That's something only Penelope would do.

Bridget shook her head firmly.

"I Intend to atone for my sins in the future. His Majesty saved me, and he saved me again. I intend to use this life to save him, too."

"Bridget."

Millea shook her head.

"His Majesty... Yes. I will be honest with you since it is a story that everyone knows. He does not have much time left to live. Risking your life on him is like building a house on sand. Do not devote the rest of your life to immature thoughts. Think of your life here as just a short-lived pastime."

"It might be a short time, as Millea said."

I hope not.

"But during that time, I will make His Majesty a beloved King, so that history will not haunt him to the grave."

It was an ambition too grand for a woman to have entered government.

Millea snorted.

But she lost her smile at Bridget's next words.

"So that he can stop cursing himself when he sees so many people who love him. So that he can close his eyes with the satisfaction that he lived a good life."

Millea swallowed dryly. She sat up straight.

Could that be possible?

Can this person really make it happen?

Can Julian stop cursing himself?

If only it could really happen.

It was difficult for Millea to maintain a cynical attitude.

If there was a way to soothe the cries of a depressed child dying of an incurable disease, there was no mother who would not be shaken by those words.

"Do you have any plans?"

Bridget stared at Millea with a firm gaze that never wavered throughout the conversation.

"The first step in this effort will be to destroy the focal point of the hostile forces."

***

Millea returned to the kitchen and started cooking, lost in thought.

She didn't like the fact that Bridget became Julian's mistress.

In fact, one could guess that Bridget had no choice.

Who can resist Julian?

Still, she shouldn't have followed along so obediently.

Millea hated the very institution of marriage that ruined the sacred bond of marriage.

Why is it legal for a married person to have a separate mistress or lover?

And why on earth did the friend you gave your heart to have to become someone's government?

Millea found those situations disgusting.

So she was sharp towards Bridget and it was awkward dealing with her...

But after hearing Bridget's story, her thoughts changed a little.

'If it will be of any help to His Majesty.'

If Bridget can save Julian, is her own faith worth it?

Millea was a woman of principle. But there were times when her principles were broken.

This usually happened when Julian was involved.

Julian was a sore finger that made him put aside his principles and beliefs. She couldn't stand feeling so sorry for him.

What should I do with my son, whom I had chosen to embrace in my heart, that unfortunate human being who seemed to have been abandoned even by God? 

Millea always felt sorry for him.

So this time, Millea decided to close her eyes slightly.

'If it helps His Majesty, I don't care whether it's the government or anything else. I'll be on her side.'

No one has ever spoken like Bridget.

'So that he can stop cursing himself.'

Even Millea herself had never promised that she would save Julian from his misfortune.

It would be correct to say that she couldn't even think of doing that.

Julian was so unstable and unpredictable that she was afraid to reach out.

All she could do was tremble in fear that she might touch it and lose it even more.

But Bridget said she would save him.

Her determined eyes were full of trust in Julian.

Seeing Bridget's confidence, Millea wanted to cling to her again.

She had a history of saving Eric's life.

Millea hoped that Bridget might be able to magically bring her other son back to life.

She was excited.

'Maybe it's just wishful thinking."

It remains to be seen whether Bridget will become Hope or Hope's torturer.

There was no need to make a judgment before anything was even started.

"You look happy, Ma'am."

The chef tilted his head and hesitated.

Millea quickly returned to her expressionless face and spoke sternly to the chef.

"Didn't I tell you not to come near me while I'm cooking?"

Millea was always on the lookout in the kitchen, worried that someone might poison Julian's food.

Even if he was a trustworthy chef that she had brought along, it was the same.

"Don't be so sad."

"Of course. I know you are a trustworthy person. But I can't stand the smell of something burning..."

Oops.

Millea remembered the pot she had forgotten while lost in thought and hurriedly opened the lid with her gloved hands.

She let out a deep sigh, feeling at a loss.

Thank you. I won't forget this, thank you..."

"Oh, that's okay. I do that sometimes too. It's nothing serious. Just put it in the dishwasher and I'll take care of it later."

The chef hurriedly went out to accommodate Millea, who was feeling embarrassed.

Millea, who had been gloomily looking into the pot, soon burst into laughter.

It was just as the chef said. Even though the food was burnt terribly, Millea couldn't stop smiling because she was in a good mood.

"I guess I'll have to make it again."

A hum came out.

Then suddenly, the sad expression on Bridget's face came to mind.

'I need to investigate Bridget again.'

She thought maybe that would be a way to repay her.

***

A day after Bridget left, the royal carriage arrived at Winston Mansion.

Isaac and Penelope hid, shivering, under their beds and in the closets of their respective rooms.

Penelope was afraid that she would be executed for her crimes, and Isaac was afraid that he would be punished because of Penelope.

But the one who emerged from the carriage was not a knight of the guard, but the King's secretary, Count Nicholas.

What the two men did not know was that the royal family did not use such luxurious carriages to transport criminals.

"Your Grace, come out and listen to His Majesty the King's message!"

Count Nicholas, who was angry because Isaac didn't even show his nose, shouted so loudly that the whole mansion shook.

The butler quickly ran and dragged Isaac out, comforting and coaxing him.

"I, I was wrong..!"

Isaac, who was dragged out as if clinging to Cedric, bowed his head to Count Nicholas with a pale face.

In fact, Count Nicholas did not know what happened at Winston Mansion yesterday.

It was surprising how little word had spread, as Cedric had sternly warned his employees to be careful with their words unless they are massacred like what had happened at the Count of Kensington.

However, Julian was not kind enough to explain everything in detail and command people.

He clicked his tongue, not understanding Isaac's actions.

'Are you crazy?'

Anyway, he had to do what he had to do.

"His Majesty will soon summon Viscount Winston to the palace to discuss matters concerning Lady Winston. Please prepare to enter the palace."

"Yes...?"

What does this mean?

What would the King agree on with himself? Entering the palace?

Isaac looked up blankly at Count Nicholas.

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