Back to Claudio's mansion.
After the carriage started again, Raju went to Catherine.
She was still angry and was tearing at the handkerchief until it hurt his fingers.
"Cath, what the hell is wrong with you?! Why do you keep grabbing Samon? What did Birna do wrong?"
"Don't you know why I'm like this? I think I'm going crazy!"
When Raju, who had always protected her, scolded her Catherine sat down and burst into tears.
"I can't stand it. sob-! I can't stand it!"
"..."
"The things that brought Samon to that state are prospering while our son suffers like this!"
"You must tell me clearly. I will only be able to help you if I can be certain that Brother Samon is not after His Majesty."
Catherine's red-faced eyes were filled with venom as she recalled the memory.
"I knew it. The explosion, and Samon getting hurt, it was all that girl's doing."
Catherine bit her lip.
When she recalled the way her niece mocked her with her whole body when she came all the way to her mansion to personally give her a bouquet of flowers, her mind felt like it was turning red.
Boohoo.
The handkerchief Catherine was holding was torn to shreds.
A voice so haunting that it was hard to believe it belonged to an elegant lady descended to the floor.
"I can't forgive you, absolutely for doing this to my son..."
But Catherine's reason already knew.
No matter how much she hates Medea, there is nothing she can do about it now.
The half-assed girl who was starved for affection is now the only Princess of a new empire.
But the beautiful Duchess Claudio, who once dominated the kingdom's social circles, has fallen to the level of a lowly commoner.
For someone like him who had neither title nor power, the miserable reality was that it was difficult to even approach, let alone seek revenge.
Catherine's teeth are chapped.
"Catherine, calm down. If you keep doing this, you'll fall over first."
Catherine collapsed into Raju's arms, desperately reaching out her hand.
To the only savior she can reach now, the one she can be sure will never abandon her.
"Medea, take revenge on that girl. I feel so bad for Samon. Robbie. Please, kill that girl for me. Yes?"
Sharp nails grabbed Raju's arm, Leaving a raw wound.
But he didn't seem to feel any pain.
"No. Catherine."
"..."
"Death is too luxurious. That girl should experience it too."
Raju's eyes, which were getting more and more excited, were imagining something.
"I'm talking about days when you don't feel like you're alive. Wouldn't that be fair?"
Catherine paused at the slimy malice in her sullen voice.
Crazy eyes. A trembling voice. The sound of a pounding heart.
Catherine raised her head from her bosom.
It was not like the cunning and easygoing Raju to be so excited. Somehow, it felt like he wasn't the man shr knew.
Catherine felt a little uneasy.
"Robbie, what did you do...”
"Don't worry, my love. When have I ever let you down?"
He said confidently.
"I've already taken action. We just need to sit here and wait for the right time."
Just as the wings of a bird flying away are broken.
That moment when you fall to the ground and break your neck.
"Oh, you said you used your hands? Then you went to Katzen a while ago..."
There was another matter besides finding Representative Samon.
Raju nodded.
"I found someone I can trust."
He patted Catherine's shoulder affectionately, as she looked anxious until she relaxed and leaned against his body.
"I'm talking about an enemy who holds a grudge against the Princess as deep as we do."
"... I hope that day comes soon er."
"Oh, I'll be right back, I promise."
The sinister malice that blossomed from the lover lingered around the room for a while, not knowing w youhere to go.
***
A week ago, in an alley on the outskirts of the Katzen Empire's imperial palace.
At the shabby alley, Raju adjusted his hat. He had come to the empire in a hurry to find a doctor to treat Samon's injuries.
He was wearing a black robe, but unlike his usual shiny attire, he was wearing plain clothes.
"Count, why did you come to such a dirty and dangerous place by carriage?"
It is true that in these times, they are moving without even riding a carriage and only with one escort.
Besides, isn't this the slum that Raju usually loathes?
"Shut up. Have you forgotten that we have a spy on our side? I might be under surveillance too."
Raju replied.
His eyes were sharp and he looked around without letting his guard down.
If it weren't for the fact that they were plotting to harm the Emperor of Valdina, how could they have discovered this and instead dragged Samon into it?
"The missing butler... How on earth did he get to us?"
Even now, thinking about it, he gets goosebumps thinking about the perfect liver transplant that left no trace.
If the explosion hadn't happened, and if he hadn't disappeared, Raju wouldn't have even known that the old butler was a spy.
'It's not good. Aren't you losing momentum?'
Repeated failures and despair. At some point, learned anger began to ring an alarm in him.
As a Valdinian, he had been through a long struggle while establishing himself in the Katzen Empire.
Maybe that's why he kept feeling like he was on a giant chessboard.
It was as if a mere pawn was being moved around by a giant hand on a board with all the numbers lined up...
If you ask him why, he cannot explain it exactly.
"Damn. What a place."
Raju frowned.
In the narrow street where two people would bump shoulders when passing each other, a dirty and ugly stench vibrated.
"This is it."
Suha arrived in front of a small bar at the end of an alley and opened the wooden door.
Creak.
The wooden door, which was so dirty It looked almost black, made a squeaking sound every time it moved as if its hinges were loose.
Inside, there was a strong unpleasant smell as if alcohol, food, and sweat were mixed together.
"It's not visible on the first floor."
"Then let's go to the second floor."
Raju, who had glanced at the crowd with contempt, climbed the stairs.
"... There it is."
He strode briskly toward a secluded seat on the second floor.
A large man was wearing a dirty robe, sipping alcohol like it was water.
"Bring me more, more!"
The bar owner frowned and stuck out his fat belly as the man shouted.
"This guy is really! Do you know how many times he's already done this without paying?"
"I said I'll give it to you! Don't you believe me? Can't you take care of this body?"
The man's pronunciation was slurred as if he was very drunk.
His bloodshot eyes bulged out and he looked like a madman.
"These things, this body is holding back from having its necks twisted and ripped off with just one wave of its hand-!
He kicked the table legs and started acting up."
"That man really-"
"Please step aside for a moment."
The owner, who was about to explode with anger, soon became calm like a mouse with its tail tucked in at the gold coin that Raju offered.
"Just how much did that punk spend on alcohol? Oh, of course. There are no customers on the second floor anyway, so feel free to talk."
Raju walked towards the man.
"Bring me more alcohol- Oh my. Who is this? I recognize that face."
The man who was about to cause trouble by grabbing the neck of the dirty bottle of alcohol stopped when he saw Raju. His blearily open eyes gradually began to look for Raju.
"It's been a while, General."
Raju greeted him strangely.
A drunk man who seems to be hiding in a corner of the outskirts of Katzen.
It was Jared.
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