No way.
Ernest turned his head in the direction where the carriage had disappeared.
If his predictions were correct, there was only one person who could currently avoid the power.
“Your Highness the Crown Prince.”
Deborah, looking visibly tired, approached him.
And he spoke so quietly that only Ernest could hear.
“Please... please save them both.”
In a very earnest voice.
The two people, entrusted to the rattling carriage, were racing towards the spire.
However.
'It should be time to arrive by now.'
For some reason, the carriage showed no sign of slowing down.
Perhaps I misheard the road.
I, feeling anxious, knocked on the wall where the groom was.
“How far is it to the spire?”
“...”
But there was no answer in return.
I sensing something strange, opened the curtains on the window.
“Here...”
It wasn't the way to the spire.
A look of disappointment came over my face as I realized that fact.
I got hurt.
The coachman who came with me was someone I knew well.
Because the man named Harrison was Isaac's long-time confidant.
'Now that I think about it, you've grown tall.'
Originally, Harrison's height was about the same as mine.
But the man sitting on the horse's back was a little taller than .e.
'When did the person change? Did they get switched during the transaction?'
It was something I should have noticed originally.
Before I came to trade, the groom was already sitting on the coachman's seat so I didn't notice, and earlier I was so surprised by Hazel that I didn't notice.
'Power is useless if I can't see with his eyes.'
Moreover, while trapped in the carriage, I could not wield my power over the coachman.
Tch.
It was when I, who had been clicking my tongue briefly, was looking for a way out of the crisis.
Hazel's eyes slowly opened as she leaned against ny knees.
“El..llie...”
Hazel, who was looking at me, raised her hand with difficulty and caressed my cheek.
I, holding Hazel's hand with my right hand, recited.
“...Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”
Hazel, who had been smiling faintly at those words, continued speaking.
“Looking at it this way... you really do take after your mother a lot. Ariana used to make that kind of expression when I was sick too.”
'Why isn’t the carriage coming?'
Meanwhile, Carsis, who was waiting for Bellona under the spire, furrowed his brows.
It was Jason who sensed that things were going wrong and stopped Carsis from going out to meet Bellona.
"If you go there for no reason, you might get lost."
There were several ways to get to the spire, so there was a risk that they might get confused and the situation would get worse.
But it was suspicious that the carriage, which should have arrived long ago, was late.
'I guess I should have gone out to pick you up.'
Carsis, who was hesitating whether he should leave now or not, remembered what he had seen from above just a moment ago.
The sight of the Duchess suddenly spitting out blood and collapsing. It was something they had not expected.
Bellona, who was supporting the Duchess who was coughing up blood, also looked visibly flustered.
It was certain that Duke Philosykos had hatched a scheme.
“I don’t feel good.”
Something uneasy had been poking the back of his neck for some time.
And whenever he felt like this, something bad would always happen.
Carsis was looking at the forest with anxious eyes, hoping that his premonition was wrong.
Someone's urgent voice was heard from behind.
"Your Majesty!"
The soldier who ran to Carsis told him with a pale face.
“Window, there’s someone in the warehouse...!”
The soldier was out of breath and couldn't finish his sentence, but Carsis instinctively knew what would come next.
Once again, something happened that was beyond his expectations.
'Shit.'
As expected, in the warehouse the soldier had mentioned, there was a cold corpse.
Someone who shouldn't be here.
“That man..."
“Hey, it’s Harrison!”
He was the coachman who had left with Bellona.
I opened my eyes wide as if I had heard something unbelievable.
'No way.'
There was no way she knew I wasn't Elizabeth.
When I first met the Duke and Duchess of Cretian, the first thing I did was to use my powers to imprint on them that I was Elizabeth.
'Could it be that Cretian's power still remains?'
It was quite well-known among the nobles that Hazel, who was born with a weak body, could not manifest her powers. But if that was just a rumor...
Then the Duchess might have realized that I was not Elizabeth.
But there was one question that remained unanswered.
'Why did you welcome me so warmly?'
I was still unforgettable even after more than a dozen years had passed.
The warm embrace of the Duchess who had welcomed me and her hot tears flowing down was vivid in my mind.
Hazel, looking at Bellona's confused face, recalled the moment in the past when she first met Bellona.
A young girl with blonde hair who resembled her husband and wore rags.
“My name is Elizabeth. I am your lost daughter.”
The child told her with her own mouth that she was their lost daughter, Elizabeth.
As if she were trying to brainwash her and her husband.
"So please be happy that I am back. And love me. Think of me as your real daughter."
But the child didn't know at that time.
The power that Hazel possessed was not only weak, but it was not so strong as to neutralize the power of a child that had just begun to manifest.
Bellona bit her lip as she looked at Hazel's face, which was smiling kindly at her as if she knew everything.
“Why...”
Hazel's faint smile said it all. I don't want to believe it, but she knew everything from the beginning.
Bellona stuttered in a difficult situation.
“You knew everything, so why...
Ernest turned his head in the direction where the carriage had disappeared.
If his predictions were correct, there was only one person who could currently avoid the power.
“Your Highness the Crown Prince.”
Deborah, looking visibly tired, approached him.
And he spoke so quietly that only Ernest could hear.
“Please... please save them both.”
In a very earnest voice.
***
The two people, entrusted to the rattling carriage, were racing towards the spire.
However.
'It should be time to arrive by now.'
For some reason, the carriage showed no sign of slowing down.
Perhaps I misheard the road.
I, feeling anxious, knocked on the wall where the groom was.
“How far is it to the spire?”
“...”
But there was no answer in return.
I sensing something strange, opened the curtains on the window.
“Here...”
It wasn't the way to the spire.
A look of disappointment came over my face as I realized that fact.
I got hurt.
The coachman who came with me was someone I knew well.
Because the man named Harrison was Isaac's long-time confidant.
'Now that I think about it, you've grown tall.'
Originally, Harrison's height was about the same as mine.
But the man sitting on the horse's back was a little taller than .e.
'When did the person change? Did they get switched during the transaction?'
It was something I should have noticed originally.
Before I came to trade, the groom was already sitting on the coachman's seat so I didn't notice, and earlier I was so surprised by Hazel that I didn't notice.
'Power is useless if I can't see with his eyes.'
Moreover, while trapped in the carriage, I could not wield my power over the coachman.
Tch.
It was when I, who had been clicking my tongue briefly, was looking for a way out of the crisis.
Hazel's eyes slowly opened as she leaned against ny knees.
“El..llie...”
Hazel, who was looking at me, raised her hand with difficulty and caressed my cheek.
I, holding Hazel's hand with my right hand, recited.
“...Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”
Hazel, who had been smiling faintly at those words, continued speaking.
“Looking at it this way... you really do take after your mother a lot. Ariana used to make that kind of expression when I was sick too.”
***
'Why isn’t the carriage coming?'
Meanwhile, Carsis, who was waiting for Bellona under the spire, furrowed his brows.
It was Jason who sensed that things were going wrong and stopped Carsis from going out to meet Bellona.
"If you go there for no reason, you might get lost."
There were several ways to get to the spire, so there was a risk that they might get confused and the situation would get worse.
But it was suspicious that the carriage, which should have arrived long ago, was late.
'I guess I should have gone out to pick you up.'
Carsis, who was hesitating whether he should leave now or not, remembered what he had seen from above just a moment ago.
The sight of the Duchess suddenly spitting out blood and collapsing. It was something they had not expected.
Bellona, who was supporting the Duchess who was coughing up blood, also looked visibly flustered.
It was certain that Duke Philosykos had hatched a scheme.
“I don’t feel good.”
Something uneasy had been poking the back of his neck for some time.
And whenever he felt like this, something bad would always happen.
Carsis was looking at the forest with anxious eyes, hoping that his premonition was wrong.
Someone's urgent voice was heard from behind.
"Your Majesty!"
The soldier who ran to Carsis told him with a pale face.
“Window, there’s someone in the warehouse...!”
The soldier was out of breath and couldn't finish his sentence, but Carsis instinctively knew what would come next.
Once again, something happened that was beyond his expectations.
'Shit.'
As expected, in the warehouse the soldier had mentioned, there was a cold corpse.
Someone who shouldn't be here.
“That man..."
“Hey, it’s Harrison!”
He was the coachman who had left with Bellona.
Carsis chewed on the inside of his mouth as if he had finally figured out the situation.
Was it because he was too careless about the fact that this was the Jamesburg family's territory? Or was it because he underestimated them too much?
He didn't know about anything else, but one thing was certain.
'It's dangerous.'
They had no intention of sending Bellona and Duchess Cretian off nicely in the first place. Realizing this, Carsis clenched his fist.
He wasn't sending it alone.
No, he should have declined the offer to exchange the Duchess and Liventia in the first place.
Carsis, shaking off the terrible regret weighing on his shoulders, mounted his horse.
Jason caught Carsis, realizing that he was going to go find Bellona alone.
“It’s dangerous to go alone! I’ll send my soldiers out right now and have them search the forest thoroughly. So Your Majesty..."
But Carsis ignored Jason's warning and kicked his front paw.
Then the horse began to neigh and run forward.
"Your Majesty!"
He heard voices calling his name from behind, but Carsis wasn't paying attention.
Because only one person was clear in his mind.
'Please, Bellona.'
I hope you stay safe.
So Carsis ran endlessly into the deep forest.
Inside a rattling carriage.
In that place where a heavy silence had fallen, my eyes trembled as I silently listened to Hazel's words.
She knew.
That I was not her real daughter, but a child of the House of Jupiter.
'Do you know this because you heard the rumor?'
Elizabeth's true identity had already been revealed to the entire country.
The fact that Princess Cretian is actually a survivor of the Jupiter family.
'Even if you were trapped in Gertz, you would still be able to receive news.'
So that's why she's bringing up my mother, I thought.
But Hazel's next words overturned my expectations.
“I knew from the moment you came to the mansion that you were not Elizabeth.”
“What is that...”
“There’s no way I wouldn’t know. You look just like Ariana when she was young...”
Was it because he was too careless about the fact that this was the Jamesburg family's territory? Or was it because he underestimated them too much?
He didn't know about anything else, but one thing was certain.
'It's dangerous.'
They had no intention of sending Bellona and Duchess Cretian off nicely in the first place. Realizing this, Carsis clenched his fist.
He wasn't sending it alone.
No, he should have declined the offer to exchange the Duchess and Liventia in the first place.
Carsis, shaking off the terrible regret weighing on his shoulders, mounted his horse.
Jason caught Carsis, realizing that he was going to go find Bellona alone.
“It’s dangerous to go alone! I’ll send my soldiers out right now and have them search the forest thoroughly. So Your Majesty..."
But Carsis ignored Jason's warning and kicked his front paw.
Then the horse began to neigh and run forward.
"Your Majesty!"
He heard voices calling his name from behind, but Carsis wasn't paying attention.
Because only one person was clear in his mind.
'Please, Bellona.'
I hope you stay safe.
So Carsis ran endlessly into the deep forest.
***
Inside a rattling carriage.
In that place where a heavy silence had fallen, my eyes trembled as I silently listened to Hazel's words.
She knew.
That I was not her real daughter, but a child of the House of Jupiter.
'Do you know this because you heard the rumor?'
Elizabeth's true identity had already been revealed to the entire country.
The fact that Princess Cretian is actually a survivor of the Jupiter family.
'Even if you were trapped in Gertz, you would still be able to receive news.'
So that's why she's bringing up my mother, I thought.
But Hazel's next words overturned my expectations.
“I knew from the moment you came to the mansion that you were not Elizabeth.”
“What is that...”
“There’s no way I wouldn’t know. You look just like Ariana when she was young...”
I opened my eyes wide as if I had heard something unbelievable.
'No way.'
There was no way she knew I wasn't Elizabeth.
When I first met the Duke and Duchess of Cretian, the first thing I did was to use my powers to imprint on them that I was Elizabeth.
'Could it be that Cretian's power still remains?'
It was quite well-known among the nobles that Hazel, who was born with a weak body, could not manifest her powers. But if that was just a rumor...
Then the Duchess might have realized that I was not Elizabeth.
But there was one question that remained unanswered.
'Why did you welcome me so warmly?'
I was still unforgettable even after more than a dozen years had passed.
The warm embrace of the Duchess who had welcomed me and her hot tears flowing down was vivid in my mind.
Hazel, looking at Bellona's confused face, recalled the moment in the past when she first met Bellona.
A young girl with blonde hair who resembled her husband and wore rags.
“My name is Elizabeth. I am your lost daughter.”
The child told her with her own mouth that she was their lost daughter, Elizabeth.
As if she were trying to brainwash her and her husband.
"So please be happy that I am back. And love me. Think of me as your real daughter."
But the child didn't know at that time.
The power that Hazel possessed was not only weak, but it was not so strong as to neutralize the power of a child that had just begun to manifest.
Bellona bit her lip as she looked at Hazel's face, which was smiling kindly at her as if she knew everything.
“Why...”
Hazel's faint smile said it all. I don't want to believe it, but she knew everything from the beginning.
Bellona stuttered in a difficult situation.
“You knew everything, so why...
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