She knew it too.
That this decision to carry the Duchess was reckless and dangerous.
She knew that it would be easier to send troops to the Bremen estates and subdue the inhabitants.
“Bellona.”
Did he sense her hesitation?
Carsis urged her again, demanding an answer.
Only then did she free herself from unnecessary thoughts and answer.
“Your Majesty is right. There is no comparison between Riventia and the Duchess. However, that does not mean we can ignore the situation of the Bremen people. At a time when many people have died in the civil war, there should be no more unnecessary killings.”
Carsis's voice became sharp at Bellona's vague words.
"So?"
“For now, let’s follow their wishes.”
“...”
What this meant, after all, was that she would agree to the Emperor's deal.
Carsis frowned at the unexpected answer.
Bellona continued quickly.
“Of course, I have no intention of handing over the real Riventia. I have no intention of going to Gertz myself.”
Bellona turned to Isaac as if she had a special alternative in mind.
“Isaac. Send someone to Gertz and tell him to make a deal with the Emperor. But add that we will notify you of the location later. And tell Deborah in Gertz about the location of ‘it’.”
If they were plotting, it would most likely be to set a trap in advance at the place where the transaction would take place.
That's why she was thinking of notifying the location.
So that they can't sell any traps in advance.
“Yes, I understand.”
Bellona was lost in thought as she gave orders to Isaac.
Duke Philosykos had a cunning mind, as befitting a man endowed with the power of wisdom.
Moreover, he was the one who took advantage of the confusion caused by the rebellion to move the Emperor's body away from people's eyes.
You can't let your guard down because you never know what kind of scheme that person might plot.
'Was this a good choice?'
Now that she has been unable to execute a plan she is confident in, she is overcome with anxiety about whether her choice is the right one.
Bellona also couldn't figure out why she had made this choice.
They're just using the territory people as an excuse.
It was while she was fiddling with the necklace for a long time.
Carsis, who was standing next to Bellona, wrapped his hand around hers.
She lifted her head to the warmth that enveloped her hand.
Isaac had already disappeared without a trace after leaving.
Only Carsis looks down at her with a straight gaze.
There was silence for a while.
As Bellona was about to speak to Carsis, who was staring at her without saying anything, Carsis's voice pierced her ear.
“You are a little...”
“...”
“I want you to lean on me.”
Because even a little bit is good.
“Carsis...?”
For a moment, she was taken aback by the expression on Carsis's face when he first saw her. Carsis, who had been smiling faintly, moved away from her.
It's been a few days since she came to Gertz.
All Deborah did when she came here was stay in her room all day or, at most, take a walk in the garden.
And Deborah began to feel anxious about this meaningless and repetitive routine.
“If things continue like this, it will be no different from when I was in the palace...”
Every other day, the Emperor's man would come and ask her if she had any dreams.
But there was no way she would suddenly have a dream like that when she came here, even though she hadn't had one in the palace.
“If I can’t see the prophecy like this...”
Am I being abandoned?
She couldn't hide her impatience and bit her fingernails.
She said she came here because she was anxious about being in the palace, but the situation here was not much different from that of the palace.
No, rather, the power pressure has increased rather than decreased.
It was when Deborah was sighing in frustration.
Suddenly, the sound of something falling was heard inside the closet.
Deborah flinched at the unexpected noise, sat up, and opened the closet.
Then she found the dress lying on an empty hanger.
'Did it fall because the clothes were heavy?'
The jarring sound seemed to be the sound of the decoration on the dress hitting the wardrobe.
Deborah, relieved at the normal situation, closed the closet door.
However.
“Now that I think about it...”
Suddenly, a memory from a few days ago flashed through her mind.
The day she got lost in the mansion, she heard a woman's voice coming from beyond the door.
“Who was in that room?”
She didn't bother to ask the butler because she was tired that day, but it seemed like he was trying to distance her from that place.
“I think you’re hiding something...”
Maybe it was their weakness or a secret they wanted to hide.
Deborah turned around, wondering what was the best she could do in her situation.
“Let’s check it out first.”
Because the person in the room might be someone who can help her.
Rather than sitting in her room anxiously doing nothing, she'd rather do something, even if it's a little reckless.
Deborah left the room with such a heavy heart.
The place she arrived at while searching her memory was the second floor of the annex where Deborah was staying.
Despite the sun being high in the sky, the chilly air in the corridor seemed to indicate that few people passed through here.
“I think it was somewhere around here...”
She was walking with her ears pricked up, afraid that the butler would suddenly appear like that day, and then she hid herself in the door that suddenly opened.
As she was about to hide, a maid appeared in the open room.
'That's the room.'
Deborah tried to see what was in the room the maid came out of, but the door was closing quickly, and she couldn't see anything.
But one thing was certain: there was someone in that room.
As evidence, the empty trolley the maid brought out had a faint smell of soup in it.
Crunch.
Deborah's prediction turned out to be true, and the maid took out the key from her pocket and locked the door.
'It's also certain that she's trapped.'
There was a reason behind the butler's actions of hurriedly taking her away.
The maid locked the door, hid the key under a flower pot next to the door, and leisurely crossed the hallway.
Deborah, who had been secretly watching the scene, revealed herself only after the maid disappeared.
“Who the hell is here?”
Judging from the fact that the door was locked from the outside, it seemed like someone was locked inside, but judging from the key being hidden under a flower pot, the security wasn't particularly tight.
'Wasn't she an important person?'
Perhaps she was a servant or maid who was being punished.
Because often when the subordinates made a mistake, they would lock them in their rooms.
'What should I do?'
Deborah let out a low sigh as she pondered whether to just go back or open the door and go in since she was already here.
“But I came this far anyway.”
It wouldn't be a bad thing if she checked who was inside.
Deborah rolled the small key in her hand and fitted it into the keyhole.
And when she turned her wrist, the door opened with a clicking sound.
What she saw then shattered her expectations.
"You are..."
A woman with light brown hair.
The middle-aged woman, whose hair on one side was strangely cut off, had the elegance of an aristocrat in her body.
Deborah's body froze at the sight of a picture different from what she had expected.
And the first to break the silence was a woman of mysterious age.
“Who are you?”
It was a voice too soft for someone who was locked in a room.
The woman who was looking out the window while eating a meal even exuded a slenderness.
“I, I...”
Deborah was stammering as she had not expected the person locked up here to be a noble lady.
The woman pulled open the half-draped curtains.
Then a white light passed through the window and crossed Deborah's face.
The sunlight, unusually bright for Gertz, who was always gloomy, hit Deborah's pink hair.
"You..."
The woman's eyes opened wide in surprise at the sight of Deborah's hair, then quickly narrowed.
Then, as if she had noticed who Deborah was, she loosened her stiff lips.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you since you was little, Deborah.”
“...Do you know me?”
Deborah unconsciously used formality when she heard the elegance radiating from the woman.
“I know. There’s no way I wouldn’t recognize Charles’ daughter.”
Deborah's eyes opened even wider at the familiar name coming from the lips of an unfamiliar woman.
“...Do you know my mother?”
“Yes. I know very well.”
The woman who had been sitting rose from her seat and walked over to Deborah.
“Because we were friends.”
"Friend...?"
Charlotte's life was cut short in a sudden carriage accident before Deborah could even walk properly.
Because of this, all she heard about her mother was her father's old memories.
"Charles was a beautiful and courageous woman, as befitting the head of a family. And she loved you more than anyone else."
That this decision to carry the Duchess was reckless and dangerous.
She knew that it would be easier to send troops to the Bremen estates and subdue the inhabitants.
“Bellona.”
Did he sense her hesitation?
Carsis urged her again, demanding an answer.
Only then did she free herself from unnecessary thoughts and answer.
“Your Majesty is right. There is no comparison between Riventia and the Duchess. However, that does not mean we can ignore the situation of the Bremen people. At a time when many people have died in the civil war, there should be no more unnecessary killings.”
Carsis's voice became sharp at Bellona's vague words.
"So?"
“For now, let’s follow their wishes.”
“...”
What this meant, after all, was that she would agree to the Emperor's deal.
Carsis frowned at the unexpected answer.
Bellona continued quickly.
“Of course, I have no intention of handing over the real Riventia. I have no intention of going to Gertz myself.”
Bellona turned to Isaac as if she had a special alternative in mind.
“Isaac. Send someone to Gertz and tell him to make a deal with the Emperor. But add that we will notify you of the location later. And tell Deborah in Gertz about the location of ‘it’.”
If they were plotting, it would most likely be to set a trap in advance at the place where the transaction would take place.
That's why she was thinking of notifying the location.
So that they can't sell any traps in advance.
“Yes, I understand.”
Bellona was lost in thought as she gave orders to Isaac.
Duke Philosykos had a cunning mind, as befitting a man endowed with the power of wisdom.
Moreover, he was the one who took advantage of the confusion caused by the rebellion to move the Emperor's body away from people's eyes.
You can't let your guard down because you never know what kind of scheme that person might plot.
'Was this a good choice?'
Now that she has been unable to execute a plan she is confident in, she is overcome with anxiety about whether her choice is the right one.
Bellona also couldn't figure out why she had made this choice.
They're just using the territory people as an excuse.
It was while she was fiddling with the necklace for a long time.
Carsis, who was standing next to Bellona, wrapped his hand around hers.
She lifted her head to the warmth that enveloped her hand.
Isaac had already disappeared without a trace after leaving.
Only Carsis looks down at her with a straight gaze.
There was silence for a while.
As Bellona was about to speak to Carsis, who was staring at her without saying anything, Carsis's voice pierced her ear.
“You are a little...”
“...”
“I want you to lean on me.”
Because even a little bit is good.
“Carsis...?”
For a moment, she was taken aback by the expression on Carsis's face when he first saw her. Carsis, who had been smiling faintly, moved away from her.
***
It's been a few days since she came to Gertz.
All Deborah did when she came here was stay in her room all day or, at most, take a walk in the garden.
And Deborah began to feel anxious about this meaningless and repetitive routine.
“If things continue like this, it will be no different from when I was in the palace...”
Every other day, the Emperor's man would come and ask her if she had any dreams.
But there was no way she would suddenly have a dream like that when she came here, even though she hadn't had one in the palace.
“If I can’t see the prophecy like this...”
Am I being abandoned?
She couldn't hide her impatience and bit her fingernails.
She said she came here because she was anxious about being in the palace, but the situation here was not much different from that of the palace.
No, rather, the power pressure has increased rather than decreased.
It was when Deborah was sighing in frustration.
Suddenly, the sound of something falling was heard inside the closet.
Deborah flinched at the unexpected noise, sat up, and opened the closet.
Then she found the dress lying on an empty hanger.
'Did it fall because the clothes were heavy?'
The jarring sound seemed to be the sound of the decoration on the dress hitting the wardrobe.
Deborah, relieved at the normal situation, closed the closet door.
However.
“Now that I think about it...”
Suddenly, a memory from a few days ago flashed through her mind.
The day she got lost in the mansion, she heard a woman's voice coming from beyond the door.
“Who was in that room?”
She didn't bother to ask the butler because she was tired that day, but it seemed like he was trying to distance her from that place.
“I think you’re hiding something...”
Maybe it was their weakness or a secret they wanted to hide.
Deborah turned around, wondering what was the best she could do in her situation.
“Let’s check it out first.”
Because the person in the room might be someone who can help her.
Rather than sitting in her room anxiously doing nothing, she'd rather do something, even if it's a little reckless.
Deborah left the room with such a heavy heart.
The place she arrived at while searching her memory was the second floor of the annex where Deborah was staying.
Despite the sun being high in the sky, the chilly air in the corridor seemed to indicate that few people passed through here.
“I think it was somewhere around here...”
She was walking with her ears pricked up, afraid that the butler would suddenly appear like that day, and then she hid herself in the door that suddenly opened.
As she was about to hide, a maid appeared in the open room.
'That's the room.'
Deborah tried to see what was in the room the maid came out of, but the door was closing quickly, and she couldn't see anything.
But one thing was certain: there was someone in that room.
As evidence, the empty trolley the maid brought out had a faint smell of soup in it.
Crunch.
Deborah's prediction turned out to be true, and the maid took out the key from her pocket and locked the door.
'It's also certain that she's trapped.'
There was a reason behind the butler's actions of hurriedly taking her away.
The maid locked the door, hid the key under a flower pot next to the door, and leisurely crossed the hallway.
Deborah, who had been secretly watching the scene, revealed herself only after the maid disappeared.
“Who the hell is here?”
Judging from the fact that the door was locked from the outside, it seemed like someone was locked inside, but judging from the key being hidden under a flower pot, the security wasn't particularly tight.
'Wasn't she an important person?'
Perhaps she was a servant or maid who was being punished.
Because often when the subordinates made a mistake, they would lock them in their rooms.
'What should I do?'
Deborah let out a low sigh as she pondered whether to just go back or open the door and go in since she was already here.
“But I came this far anyway.”
It wouldn't be a bad thing if she checked who was inside.
Deborah rolled the small key in her hand and fitted it into the keyhole.
And when she turned her wrist, the door opened with a clicking sound.
What she saw then shattered her expectations.
"You are..."
A woman with light brown hair.
The middle-aged woman, whose hair on one side was strangely cut off, had the elegance of an aristocrat in her body.
Deborah's body froze at the sight of a picture different from what she had expected.
And the first to break the silence was a woman of mysterious age.
“Who are you?”
It was a voice too soft for someone who was locked in a room.
The woman who was looking out the window while eating a meal even exuded a slenderness.
“I, I...”
Deborah was stammering as she had not expected the person locked up here to be a noble lady.
The woman pulled open the half-draped curtains.
Then a white light passed through the window and crossed Deborah's face.
The sunlight, unusually bright for Gertz, who was always gloomy, hit Deborah's pink hair.
"You..."
The woman's eyes opened wide in surprise at the sight of Deborah's hair, then quickly narrowed.
Then, as if she had noticed who Deborah was, she loosened her stiff lips.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you since you was little, Deborah.”
“...Do you know me?”
Deborah unconsciously used formality when she heard the elegance radiating from the woman.
“I know. There’s no way I wouldn’t recognize Charles’ daughter.”
Deborah's eyes opened even wider at the familiar name coming from the lips of an unfamiliar woman.
“...Do you know my mother?”
“Yes. I know very well.”
The woman who had been sitting rose from her seat and walked over to Deborah.
“Because we were friends.”
"Friend...?"
Charlotte's life was cut short in a sudden carriage accident before Deborah could even walk properly.
Because of this, all she heard about her mother was her father's old memories.
"Charles was a beautiful and courageous woman, as befitting the head of a family. And she loved you more than anyone else."
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