A soft but confident way of speaking. Whether her abilities were useful or not, it meant that Chartus would need her now.
She held the key to the door she was about to open. It was an attitude formed by the conviction that her throat would not be cut right away. A confident attitude becomes evidence of the value of the hand you have.
Rosentine waited for Charthus' reaction. She was now standing on the battlefield with her tongue and attitude as weapons. On that battlefield, he may have been a swordsman, but she was a fighter for survival.
"Let's see," Rosentine was thinking. Chartus burst into a short laugh for the first time since they met. A cool, low-pitched voice flowed.
Rosentine, who was confident in the face of Chartus' ridicule, opened her eyes.
She was dizzy at the sudden unfolding of the masterpiece as if it had breathed life into the sculpture. Even Hostang was looking at him as if enchanted.
No, all the young people who approached him survived seeing such things.
"Is it a family history that you are good at speaking?"
"...It's the secret to survival, Prince."
Rosentine, who barely came to his senses, replied. She wished he hadn't laughed at her now. If she wants to see something handsome, she can have it after her life is guaranteed, please.
Rosentine frowned after coughing.
In order not to offend Chartus, towards a much more formidable hostel. Hostang was still watching Chartus intently. Yes, she understands. That was a magical power in itself.
"And?"
"You can feel a clue about that danger."
"Is that all?"
"There, myself, I'm a bit clever."
Rosentine added with a grin. As if it were absurd, Hostang opened his mouth.
Looking at Chartus, she couldn't tell if her words were well understood. She was so glad he had brought the groom.
If it weren't for Hostang's stunned expression, she would have almost winked at Chartus.
Rosentine always maintained an uncontrollable and bold attitude.
Chartus is a royal family that boasts supremacy not only in Kartazen but also in the entire continent of Accrana. No matter how much she was a Duke's daughter, she was in a position where she had to bow her head in front of the imperial family.
Perhaps the only person who treats him this way is Rosentine. She was a person with a 21st-century mindset on the earth.
Above all, she tried to see his agitation by mixing nonsense with the right sound, but none of it worked for Chartus.
"Damn it! I can't trust this girl!"
Yes, that's normal. Rosentine shamelessly scratched her head. Hostang looked disgusted again. It was certainly not something that a noble young lady would do.
In his opinion, she was just one of the witches who used witchcraft, so his anxiety could be overridden.
People are afraid of the unknown. When fear arises, so does hatred.
In it, Rosentine tried to find a gap. However, it was difficult to see the gap because the opponent was an undefeated knight.
Because of his tolerance, Hostang did not harbor hatred for Rosentine either.
"I will weave together clues to eliminate the danger that has reached you."
"So you're talking about the danger caused by civilians."
"It's just as the rumors say."
"As expected, he's smart." Rosentine, about to speak, closed her mouth again. A slight goosebump made her hair stand on end.
A smile crept onto her lips. The clever one was there, the danger threatening enough to sense a clue, a letter from his political rival, and even assurances that it could be eliminated.
Combining these, Chartus figured out that the danger he was facing was a conspiracy. And that if she accepted the job, Rosentine—no, Roan—would work for him in the palace.
Although she boasted about her intelligence, she had other areas in which she was confident.
Listening, speaking, and seeing. It's not something that can be achieved with mere ability or intuition; it's something that can be heard by ghosts.
The idea was to surround the details with genius.
Instead of telling Chartus that there was a plot to poison him, there were two things she should have done.
To uncover the conspiracy and hide the truth about her from Chartus.
"Are you confident?"
It's a serious atmosphere, as if a knight is swearing loyalty to his lord.
She looked at Chartus's expressionless face. It was still impassive, but the pressure emanating from it weighed heavily on Rosentine.
Is this what it means to be strong? Rosentine straightened her back once more.
A strange light flashed in Chartus's eyes.
"My life depends on it."
Rosentine didn't say she was doing it to save him. Instead, she explained why she had to save him.
All such great prayers towards Chartus or the royal family are not sincere, and even Chartus would not believe her.
Her only truth was that Rosentine was desperate to save Chartus.
As a result. Chartus's mouth went up.
Rosentine hurriedly looked back at Hostang and frowned. He was really handsome.
Hostang, who was hit by an impression bomb in a hurry, faced her and made an impression on her.
"You must have something to ask for."
"As you expected, it is."
Her wish was clear. Life for life. No matter what revelations or accidents there are, he will not use his abilities to harm her and Arzen.
Of course, she can't let them know that she's Arzen right now, so she has to be a little more subtle.
She had the smile of a merchant, and he had the face of a monarch.
"What is the detailed plan?"
"A piece of the past. Show me the letter left by Count Almert. Based on him, we will find out the threat surrounding Your Highness. I have two clues to start with. Letters from political opponents and Your Highness's personal study."
"You also knew the location of the statue."
"Because it's my ability."
Rosentine and Chartus' eyes met strongly.
Rosentine had blue eyes that were clear and distinctly colored. Chartus thought it was exactly the same as his grandmother's eyes.
Rosentine's head was spinning tightly as he remembered her name.
Chartus didn't have to tell her a secret. Rosentine will find out before he speaks.
The ghosts of the imperial palace were terribly bored, and they liked to say anything to get her reaction.
She was worried about her life. A hunting dog that is killed after a rabbit hunt. Those who know too many secrets are a threat to those in power.
Moreover, if he found out that she was Arzen, she didn't know how things would go.
Rosentine needed solid evidence. Hang on, do your best.
"Good."
After a long silence, Chartus agreed to Rosentine's plan with a short answer.
Rosentine almost breathed a sigh of relief.
Hostang was looking at Rosentine in disbelief, tearing it off one by one.
Nevertheless, seeing that Hostang did not raise any objections, it was worth guessing his trust in the monarch.
The deal was made. Now it was time to tell the details. Rosentine took another breath and looked at Chartus.
In the first place, the highlight of the contract is the control of details.
Chartus lowered his chin-clad hand and placed it on his armrest. Each of those simple actions was a tense attack for Rosentine.
"I don't take it easy. If you have any wishes, tell me now."
"There's one thing I need to do, Your Highness."
"What is it?"
"I need to write a contract."
Rosentine learned in Korea. All contracts are to be left on paper. The development of the capitalist economy began with contracts.
Rosentine lifted the hems of her skirt slightly. It was a ritual, she said she didn't know.
You dare! Hostang's face suddenly distorted with an expression. Hostang's trembling red cheeks satisfied Rosentine's heart.
Chartus said to Hostang.
"Bring a pen and paper."
Rosentine was honestly admiring Chartus, who still showed no signs of agitation.
She grinned. It was to hide the trembling in her heart.
Will I be able to do well in the future? I didn't know. If I couldn't do it anyway, I would only die.
Just in time, Chartus spoke. He was looking at her continuously.
"Let me tell you one thing before I write the contract."
She felt it was coming. Rosentine blinked at the fact that there was no Hostang to look away from.
"I hope your confidence isn't overblown, if you fail."
Her mouth is watering with tension. Yeah.
'I am dying.'
"You die."
It was a voice that came at the same time as her thoughts.
Rosentine's eyes cooled. Along with the humiliation in her previous life, she remembered all the efforts in Acrana.
Lonely. She was always a loner among the living. Until she was reborn.
Even though it was a life where she had to take care of her body, she didn't want to lose the territory of herself once she had grasped it.
Arzen, this Rosentine, a newly born body, was hers. She will never lose it again. She wilI keep it. She will not allow the dead to take away from the living.
"I know, I do."
The stiff answer rang in Chartus's ears.
"You're desperate."
He said in a monotonous tone.
"But if you succeed, you will live. Imperial family, what I want is the intact life of my family."
Rosentine wiped out her merchant's laughter.
Now, only one person was standing in front of her, trying to protect his own and his territory.
Chartus looked into Rosentine's burning eyes. This is the first time he has seen the eyes of a shaman. He looked at her flashing blue eyes, wondering what was going on with her that he didn't know.
What made her so desperate? From grandmother to granddaughter. Since last night, everything that had bothered him had been on fire.
"I hope you will remember this. That you and I have risked each other's lives on this contract."
"Is it a contract that involves magic?"
How nice it would be if we could do that. Rosentine thought. But it wasn't. She shook her head slightly.
"Are you so confident about my death?"
She was just sure. This plan is not just an ordinary poisoning plot.
The mastermind, who did not know who it was, was very sure that the death of the Second Prince, Chartus, was very clear. The ringleader may be a nobleman of the Crown Prince's faction who is suffering from illness. Or the Prince himself.
If not, the case will be more serious.
She heard the first news from the ghosts of the seven more ghosts in different ways. And she realized.
Three plots of poisoning the Second Prince were going on at the same time.
If you can't do it once or twice, prepare up to three times. Who would want to kill Chartus at the cost of such a danger?
"You will be killed if I am not there."
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