The masked man raised a dagger and threatened my neck. Lying face down on the bed, I frantically remembered that my face was still under the veil.
I had already grabbed the dagger under the pillow from the moment I heard the sign of someone being around.
The second deadly threat I felt in my life. Strangely, surprise came before fear. Why was my mind so calm? It must be a result of enduring a few months next to the devil named Richton.
âFrom now on, only shake your head or nod at what I ask.â
âUghâŠheukâŠ.â
âAre you crying? I already sold the pride of the royal family and everything. Donât worry, noble lady. It wonât hurt if you keep quiet.â
Contrary to my calm mentality, tears flowed continuously from both of my eyes. I thought it was fortunate that I fell asleep wearing the veil. If I shed tears without any expression, Iâd look suspicious.
âJust in case you donât know, let me tell you. I have a magic tool that can tell the truth of your words, so it would be better to tell the truth as much as possible.â
Berkne said. Thereâs no man who wouldnât let his guard down in front of a frightened, vulnerable woman. And the opportunity given to meâŠAll it takes was a moment when the other person was relaxed.
âNod your head if you are being threatened by Duke Richton.â
I immediately nodded my head. Threat? I bet the intruder didnât know how I was being treated and how I was sustaining my life. Soon after, I could feel the tears falling from my neckline reaching the back of the intruderâs hand. My current body was the pure poison of Ingord itself. My tears were no different.
âTo confirmâŠAre those words correct?â
Hiss.
Soon, the back of the manâs hand started to smell like burning skin. The intruderâs distorted forehead was seen in the moonlight penetrating from outside the window.
âWhat is thisâŠ?â
I felt the strength that was pressing on my neck weakening.
Letâs be calm. As Berkne said, thereâs only one chance. The moment the tension that had been so tight quickly collapsed and the dagger under the pillow was held in my hand.
âGet your hands off her, Jen.â
Not far away, a low-pitched voice was heard. It was a quiet and small echo enough to resonate throughout the air, but strangely, it was a clear voice. At those words, the blade that had been pressing against my neck disappeared.
âForgive the rudeness, Princess Beatrice. There was no choice but to distinguish the truth from the lies.â
A man walked under the falling Milky Way light. With short, dark blond hair and clear red eyes that could be mistaken for brown at a first glance.
If Richton was a man of cold air that could make a body tremble just by passing by, the man in front of me was the opposite. The man wore a vivid sense of life wrapped around his body that could not be found in mine and Richton even after washing oneâs eyes. Did he increase from one to two?
(P/R: Washing oneâs eyes means no matter what you do, you wonât see what youâre looking for.)
As I shook my shoulders without responding, he opened his mouth again.
âCalm down. I had no intention of harming the princess at all.â
With eyes as if he was apologizing sincerely, he tried to calm me down from afar. The manâs sleek appearance and attitude were both too much for him to be considered as a criminal. Most of all, didnât he drive out the intruder who threatened me in a single word?
âWeâre here to save you.â
âSave me? Youâre casually saying such impudent words. Youâre not here to save me but to kill me. If you donât leave right now, Iâll scream.â
Where the hell is Kean? What is he doing at this time? I opened my mouth several times to shout, but my voice did not come out easily.
The manâs words, who came to rescue me, were like stuffing sand into my throat. It was like the wind couldnât get rid of it even for several months.
âWeâve been watching Ingord for a very long time. Duke Richtonâs ideas, actions, closest aides, and origins of his mistress. Iâve been watching everything around him.â
âGrenfergâs political strife is none of my business.â
âNo, it can be anyoneâs business as long as you move with him. Especially if someone suddenly appears one day without any keynote, like a royal princess.â
âSo youâre saying youâre here to watch over me? Because Iâm his mistress now?â
Seeing me saying those words with an indifferent face, the man seemed to have noticed that I wouldnât shout either. How many women has Richton ever had? Even though it was fully expected, my mood sank weakly. The man shook his head with a serious face.
âWho dares to give the princess the title of a mistress?â
âHa. I donât need to hear words you donât mean. If itâs true, why donât you make any excuses? What is your reason for raiding the bedroom of the princess of Kale this late at night?â
âBecause Duke Richton is our enemy.â
Duke Richtonâs enemy. In that short and powerful sentence, the manâs face, which had only been outlined, was seen more clearly.
His straight, upright, smooth, and fine nose. His firm and clear jawline that caught my eye. And above all, his composure and vivid atmosphere were impressive. However, the dark red eyes which supported the air around him were more intense.
âItâs not enough for such a person to only receive allegiance.â
âThe only hope of the declining Grenferg Empire!â
At the same time the verse in the book came to mind, the blackout curtain that was covering my head was removed.
âWilhelm.â
The man was the protagonist of ăThe River Where The Sun Maneuveră and the prince of the Grenferg Empire.
If Richton was a predator on his own, this man was the head of the pack. Either way, it didnât change the fact that I was facing the worst situation possible. At the name I spat out instinctively, the masked man standing next to the bed pulled out his sword again.
âPrincess. I donât know how much you know about the situation of our empire, but donât mention my name as much as possible. Because you are in danger.â
Wilhelm restrained the man as he warned me in a very calm tone and at the same time proposing something.
âWe need you, Princess Beatrice.â
âWhy should I believe you?â
âWe have already saved several vassals held by Duke Richton. They are now living in freedom under our protection.â
âWhat if thatâs a lie?â
âIn the princessâ case, trying wouldnât do any harm. Donât you already know the cruelty of the duke through experience?â
âIf I help you, Iâll experience that cruelty.â
âThat wonât happen. As long as you promise to help us, Iâm going to take the princess away at the banquet tomorrow. To a safe place where the Dukeâs hands wonât be able to reach you.â
It was strange. In the actual novel, Wilhelm didnât keep Richton in check so actively. It should be a few more years from now before a bloody wind blows in the empire. But this kind of development⊠It wouldnât happen without the intervention of other transmigrators. My head suddenly ached.
âIâm not asking for an answer right now, so donât worry. I know itâs something that must be carefully considered. Iâll be waiting for you at the banquet tomorrow.â
He threw himself over a window on the half-open terrace without hearing my answer. It was a movement without any hesitation as if he already knew what choice to make.
At that moment, the bedroom door opened roughly. The man, who was about to follow Wilhelm who had just disappeared, stopped in his place. I also stood up reflexively and looked towards the open door.
âWilhelmâs motherfuckers are busy flocking in without choosing the time and place.â
The visitor was none other than Kean. When I checked his pale, emotionless face, that day in Triviache that I had crumpled into the corner of my memory came again to the surface.
Yes, it was those eyes back then. Kean had a bloodthirsty atmosphere that was incomparable to his usual face.
He seemed to know that the man was from Wilhelm. If so, he might also be aware that they were trying to persuade me. Richton might suspect. I instinctively swung the dagger I was holding under the pillow.
âUgh!â
Keanâs kick was faster even before the panicked masked man drew a sword. There was no interrogation or anything. Kean slit the manâs neck with a very skillful movement. The carpet began to turn red with blood splashing like a fountain.
I stabbedâŠI stabbed a person.
âHa, haâŠâ
âThat was quite a tenacious decision for a beginner. Iâll give you a compliment, Susan.â
It was only a coincidence, but it was a compliment thatâs not pleasant at all. Really, I stabbed this man. The heartbeat that was wrapped around the palm was a different sensation from stabbing a hardened corpse. I opened my mouth casually to erase the vivid memories from my fingertips.
âHow-how did you know?â
âBecause I heard a commotion in His Excellencyâs room.â
Kean grabbed the blanket on the bed and covered my head and shoulders.
âWhat does that have to do with entering my room?â
âTch. Youâre still stupid today, Susan. Do I have to explain it one by one? Thereâs one thing His Excellency says as a habit. Thereâs no one in the world whoâs so ignorant as to directly target Ingordâs master. So the fact that thereâs a visitor His Excellency didnât inviteâŠYou can understand it without me telling you, right?â
It meant that their real target was me. Berkneâs words were right. I thought stabbing people was a waste of time, but it turned out to be useful somehow. An indescribable feeling engulfed my whole body in a hurry.
When I came to my senses, I was already walking down the hall, led by his hand. Kean went into another room at the end of the hallway on the other side.
It was the same size as the room given to me except that the structure was a little different. He threw me into the innermost bed and even gathered all the blankets from the bed next to me to cover my body.
âWhat are you doing?â
âAs expected, youâre unreliable. Iâll guard your room, so shut your mouth and go to sleep.â
âSleep? Here?â
âYour mission is more important tomorrow than today. You shouldnât stay up all night and mess things up.â
âThatâs very easy for you to say. I stabbed a person for the first time in my lifeâŠ..â
âCanât you just accept it?â
With a harsh tone, Kean pressed my body back down onto the bed as I struggled to get up. They glared at each other with an armâs distance away. It wasnât the bad-tempered and careless face I had always seen. There was more seriousness than mockery in his voice.