Trap (13)
I could feel Nadia, who was waiting behind me, trembling. She looked like she was going to pounce on Sierra at any moment.
"Nadia, can I have a glass of water?"
"... Yes, Miss."
Sierra snickered as she watched Nadia bring water.
"She has to stay by your side to eat, so she follows you. There are only people like that around you."
"Are we done talking?"
Sierra's expression changed at the indifferent response. She was buying time by fanning herself again and asked casually.
"What is that medicine?"
"Medicine?"
"Is that the medicine the Grand Duke is taking now? Is that the medicine made by the 'Savior'?"
"Well."
"If you are thinking of using the 'Savior' to heal the Grand Duke, don't even dream about it."
This is the main point...
Sierra came here to say this.
"I guess you knew that the Grand Duke was in poor health."
"He's gained so much weight. Is he healthy?"
"Wouldn't it be good for you if he gets better? I don't know why you're stopping him."
"I don't need a healthy man. What I need is a fat kid who sweats every time he walks a few steps."
"... His health could get worse than it is now."
"I really hope so. A fat little bastard I don't even want to touch..."
"Lady Sierra Coelho."
Sierra raised an eyebrow as I cut her off.
"Why?"
"Watch what you say."
"What does it matter if no one is listening? You should fix that obsessive-compulsive disorder. Anyway, you're the only one who thinks you're great and arrogant."
She, who had been sarcastically mocking me, turned her head away and apologized as if doing me a favor.
"Yes, anyway, indeed, I couldn't resist the temptation of His Highness the Third Prince, so I'm sorry about that. I'll apologize."
Eventually, her voice became softer. She stroked my hand with an affectionate expression and soothed me softly.
"You too, don't be so obsessed with revenge. Be smart."
"..."
"If I marry that fat guy and go off to Romena, we'll never see each other again. Wouldn't that be good for you too?"
"Well."
As I shrugged my shoulders, Sierra's eyes fluttered.
She grabbed my arm and pulled me hard. My body jerked forward, causing the glass of water to fall over.
"Miss!"
Nadia stopped when I raised my hand. The corners of Sierra's mouth went up in a crooked manner.
"Millenia. I've put my life on the line for this marriage. If this marriage goes wrong. I'd rather die than go through with it."
"..."
"Do you understand what I mean? If you don't want to die with me, then don't bother me. Your being a Guardian means nothing to me. To be honest, if you're going to die right now, it's just stupid to worry about that, right?"
"What will you do if I continue to interfere? Will you send assassins again like you did in Eldern?"
"Anything is difficult at first, but it's easy the second time. Actually. It wasn't difficult at first..."
Sierra, who had been threatening me, trailed off.
Anton, who had been hiding in the dressing room, came out.
"...Your Highness?"
She jumped up from her seat with a terrified expression, shock spreading across her carefully made-up face.
"Why, Your Highness why are you coming out of there?"
Anton was surprisingly calm. He looked at Sierra Indifferently.
"You sent an assassin to the Guardian?"
"Oh, no! How could I do something like that! I just got emotional as I was talking..."
Anton smiled bitterly.
"You asked a pointless question. To someone who lies every time she opens her mouth."
"Your... Your Highness?"
"Miss Sierra Coelho, you don't have to be engaged to some fat brat you don't want to touch. I will send a separate letter to your family."
Sierra's face turned pale. She stood there like a block of wood, clinging to Anton's leg.
"Oh, no! Your Highness, please look at me. It's Sierra! The woman you love! You said you couldn't live without me!"
"How can I marry a woman who sends assassins to the guardians when I'm so scared? If I make even the slightest mistake, I could die."
"Why would I kill the Grand Duke? Absolutely not! There's no way I could do that!"
"Even if you don't kill them with your own hands, you want them to get sick and die. That's a kind of murder, Miss Coelho."
Anton firmly pushed Sierra away from his leg.
Sierra was dumbfounded by Anton's cold attitude, which he had never shown before.
Then she stood up with a stern look on her face and threw the glass of water on the table onto the floor.
Crunch!
She grabbed the sharp shard of broken glass and held it to her neck.
"If a woman like me were to meet you, you wouldn't be grateful, but you dare to end it? Who would let that piglet do what he wants? No. I would never do that, even if it meant dying!"
Nadia hugged me urgently.
"Young Lady! Put down the weapon!"
"Shut up! Before I rip your face off!"
"Sierra! What the hell are you doing!"
Anton shouted. Sierra's eyes, strangely flickering, turned to him.
"If you don't promise to marry me, I'll die right here! So take that promise back immediately!"
"You know that problem can't be solved like that!"
"Then, let's all die here!"
Sierra acted like a complete lunatic.
The way she looked around with her eyes wide open was obviously not normal. She seemed unaware that blood was dripping from her hands.
The strong smell of blood made me gag. I couldn't stand it anymore and was about to cover my mouth when I heard a commotion outside.
Soon the curtain covering the entrance was lifted, and through it, the servants gathered in front of the private room were visible.
Among them were the partners of the attendees. They were all gaping at the chaotic situation inside.
By now, everyone who was worth seeing had seen it. Only then did I call Baba.
"Lionel."
"Yes, Guardian."
"Get that woman out of here. Now!"
"Go, don't come any closer! I'll stab you! Don't come near me!"
As Baba approached, Sierra swung the glass shards wildly.
Baba, who had been lightly throwing random attacks, tripped her and knocked her down.
"Ahh!"
Baba pressed his knees on Sierra's back as she fell to the floor. Then two attendants joined in and grabbed her shoulders.
"Let go! Aaah! Who do you think I am? How dare you touch me, you filthy bastards! Don't you hear what I'm saying? I told you to let go, you filthy bastards!"
She screamed and thrashed, but the attendants did not budge.
The attendants, who had quickly subdued Sierra, forcibly lifted her up.
She was in a state that was difficult to look at.
Her hair, which was always done up, had become a ghostly mess, and her dress was so wrinkled that there was no need to clean it.
One sleeve was also torn. She seemed to not notice that her skirt was pulled up so high that her thighs were clearly visible due to her struggling.
"I remember all your faces clearly! Just get me out of here! You're all balls!"
Sierra was dragged out by her attendants in an ugly manner. People frowned at her evil shouting.
As I looked at that sight, I suddenly burst out laughing. It reminded me of when I was locked up in prison in my past life.
At that time, I was quietly dragged away by the knights of Oslo who had stormed into the villa. Because I had a gut feeling that everything was over.
Rebellion requires hope. It was clear that Sierra had not yet given up hope.
"Lionel."
"Please speak."
"Turn Sierra Coelho over to the Imperial Knights. The charge is attempted murder."
"I will do so."
Baba bowed his head politely and whispered quickly.
"Oslo's partner is Vivi."
"..."
Anton, who had been dumbfounded until Baba left, wiped his face with his hand.
"Thank you. For allowing me to choose... This grace, I will never forget.'
Anton's eyes were moist as he spoke.
I chose to remain silent, knowing how painful it would be for someone to face the truth.
"I'm sorry for being rude, then."
Anton nodded and walked out.
I stood blankly in the middle of the private room that had become a mess.
"Let's go, Nadia. It smells like blood in here."
"Yes, Miss."
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