Rosentine fell to the ground.
"Your Highness..."
"That's enough of the courtesy. What's going on, Hostang?"
"I, Your Highness. No, that's it. This old woman suddenly jumped in front of the carriage."
"I have committed a mortal sin! However, my eyesight was poor to begin with, and I became completely blind within a few years. That is why I did not dare to recognize that it was your noble person's carriage! However, oh. God has blessed me with the opportunity to meet you, Your Highness!"
The coachman and master looked like they were in trouble. Originally, it was a top secret that Shartus' carriage headed to Count Herman's mansion at this time.
If it is known to others, it will go viral for no reason. In particular, when it became known that the Second Prince was heading to the mansion of a powerful family while the Crown Prince was sick, he would suffer an uproar.
Shartus had ordered strict secrecy, and the coachman looked at his master with a miserable expression. It was comforting to know that she was a blind old woman and would not know anything. Until she opened her mouth again.
"But what about your precious body... This is strange."
"What do you mean?"
"Aren't you sleeping well at night these days?"
"What?"
"There is a sick person in the family."
"Isn't that something that everyone in the country knows?"
The couchman screamed. It was something he had to be careful about talking about the Crown Prince's condition in front of the 2nd Prince. The old woman, Rosentine, continued without hesitation.
"Have you not received an offer from a political opponent recently? It must have been a secret that only one person knew you stamped the letter and hid it among the statues. Isn't that right?"
"I'm going to cut this old woman's neck."
Shartus's face hardened terribly. Seeing his face, Hostang drew his sword first.
Even though he is a coachman, he is a knight who assists him. A single knife could cut off the neck of an old woman.
Shartus reached out and stopped him. It was the moment Rosentine raised her bowed head and made eye contact with him.
"I can help you."
There was a moment of silence. Shartus was looking down at Rosentine with a puzzled face. Rosentine looked at him calmly. The hood that covers her face will hide her expression.
He had all the necessary cards, and Rosentine knew his situation better than Chartus himself.
To be exact, not himself, but the circumstances surrounding him.
"What kind of trick is it?"
Shartus asked with piercing eyes. Rosentine bowed deeply.
"This old woman sees things that should not be visible. The danger of the family can be seen as one of them."
Danger is coming to the imperial family. It was a harsh word that could be heard as a rebellion, depending on what you heard.
Hostang restlessly looked at Shartus. Shartus remained silent. He glanced at her.
"Are you a fortune teller?"
"That's how the world calls me."
"Isn't it worth your life?"
"At the moment of death, what is the difference between this old woman and the precious one?"
"You dare! To the Prince!"
Even if she was executed immediately, she had nothing to say. Rosentine silently accepted the situation that led to a more extreme situation than she thought.
It wasn't that she wasn't afraid. In Kartazen, the fortune teller is an object that is rejected.
If the unscrupulous molecule dared to die in front of the Prince, she would say that he and she were all the same.
In Kartazen, the imperial family was an absolute being, like a god.
Rosentine smiled bitterly without realizing it. No matter how many years she has lived in Akrana, everything she learned before will not disappear. Even the royal family here seemed to take the same actions when they died.
Rosentine's eyes, which had been looking at him for decades, sank transparently.
In the dark, dirty hood, blue eyes met Shartus's. It was an eye that she couldn't see the whole time.
Eyes that tell the truth. Then Shartus suddenly made a small, windy sound. It was laughter.
Hostang looked at Shartus in surprise and fright.
Rosentine was the same. His face, frozen cold, melted with a single, gentle smile.
A spell was cast. It was a magical power. Rosentine's stomach lurched.
"That's interesting. Explain to me."
Rosentine bowed down again. She took a deep breath and had a smile on her face. It was the first success.
She spoke quietly, hiding the most important thing. The best defense is attack.
Rosentine chose to tell her secret instead of his own.
"A fragment of the past and a glimpse of the future, that's what this old woman sees."
It was a blatant lie. All she knew was someone else's gossip. Still, Hostang's face grew serious, and Rosentine spoke meaningfully, not of a fragment of the past, but of a glimpse of the future.
"The spirit of death hovers over your head."
"This old woman."
"From Kartazen's point of view, that's right."
Shartus made a face of amusement. The authority of the royal family—no matter how much Rosentine might disapprove of him—was realistically a threat to his head. Overcoming the tingling tension, Rosentine continued to speak.
"I don't know how to avoid the spirit of death. However, based on past events, I hope to avoid it."
"How?"
"I will give you this old man's granddaughter."
"Do you mean to be in the middle of the night?"
It was clear that he was deliberately provoking. He asked the old woman if she would sacrifice her granddaughter. She couldn't help but be angry. After all, she was the target. Rosentine bowed her stiff neck.
"If it's the night of death, it's night."
"You're good at talking."
"You are good at dealing with people."
It was a close conversation. Hostang looked at Rosentine, answering without hesitation, and the blood on his face was wiped away.
If the Prince grew angry over that, his own head might have been on the line. He wanted to step in and restrain the old woman.
"This is a child with the same abilities as this old woman. She will be helpful."
"Are you planning to attach a charm pouch to me or something?"
"I don't do that. I'm not a shaman."
Hostang snorted in time. It was clear that he had been trying to quarrel with Rosentine's words as he kept looking for gaps. Brushing over the petty attack, she looked into Shartus's eyes again.
There was a limit to working as an old woman. She naturally had to stay by Shartus's side, find out his situation, and solve the problem.
"We'll find out what the threat is coming from."
***
There is only one empire on the continent. In the so-called "golden empire" of the Kartazen, which has not lost its power for hundreds of years, there were two pillars.
The two pillars, who made great contributions to the founding of the Kartazen, were awarded the titles of only Duke and Marquis in the empire, and were honored to be given the surname Zen, the name of the country.
This was the reason why the Artega family became the Duke of Arzen.
As long as the resourceful Arzen and the mighty Hazen hold on, the Kartazen will not collapse.
The extravagant men of the continent rushed to make a fuss, and the bards sang the founding of the country at the table in every bar.
It was also a time when the heels of their shoes rang and danced on wooden tables.
However, flowers do not last more than ten days, and crises began to arise in this empire as well. A great disaster has occurred on the continent.
Late blight and abnormal weather. Severe drought, heavy rain that fell in only one place, and tidal waves.
All these strange disasters were phenomena that occurred only within the empire.
People chattered. Those who were left behind wept bitterly, holding their dying souls in their arms, turning away so that the empire was cursed.
It was after that that the maritime empire of Vishtean appeared. They advocated the establishment of a new nation against the cursed empire.
People flocked there, and among many kingdoms and small states, Vishtean became a powerful nation.
And when they gathered their troops and turned their swords to the empire, the catastrophe suddenly ended. It was something no one expected.
While everyone was surprised, the empire slowly began to take off again. It was amazingly instantaneous, full of wonder, and then praise.
It was around that time that the Emperor of the empire announced the Emperor's words to the people of the empire.
All of these events were committed by the descendants of the enemies they fought against when the country was founded. In the future, all authorized magic spells other than magic will be prohibited, and those who practice witchcraft will be resolutely punished.
Naturally, Vishtean could not declare direct war on the empire. The reason they started the war was ostensibly to save people from the disaster of the empire.
The catastrophe is over. The Kartazen will prosper again with gold.
Since then, the wealth of the empire has blossomed. The people all sang loudly about the Emperor's grace and enjoyed the prosperity of the Kartazen.
In this way, the empire will lead to a country with a long history of hundreds of years. It was an old story, and everyone thought that there would be a mixture of good myths, but one person had a different idea.
Rosentine Arzen has seen the dead since her previous life. It was her.
***
The tense midnight tryst ended. As the Prince's carriage disappeared into the distance, Rosentine hid again and climbed the bridge on the outskirts of the city, gasping for breath. If she goes on a side road where no one is, no one will notice her. It was a tense feeling that made her feel like she was going to die.
It was the first time she had seen a grown Shartus so closely. Threats. No, an intangible warning that seems to be cut. She knew that Shartus could have killed her more easily than anyone else present.
That day, as soon as she arrived at the Duke's residence, Rosentine was busy. She needed something to dress up.
The Prince had never seen her face directly, but someone might recognize her. This was especially true because she had to act with him.
She wrote a letter to Heimt. She said she would recuperate for some time at one of Arzen's villas in the provinces. She didn't forget to talk to the villa keeper.
For the time being. Rosentine Arzen was not in the capital.
Eventually, standing in front of the mirror, Rosentine looked at herself with black hair. It had been a long time since she had black hair, but it was never the same as before
Looking at that, she smiled as if she were practicing. Black hair stretched out and shabby clothes.
At this level, no one will notice that she is the Princess of Arzen.
Rosentine was now a wanderer named Roan. It was the moment when the curtain of morale was raised.
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