Chapter 15: Another Regressor (V)
Chapter 15: Another Regressor (V)
Ophelia tilted her head to the left and back to her waist, then looked up at Richard with a puzzled expression.
His shadowed face remained expressionless, so Ophelia tilted her head more.
Maybe I did something wrong without realizing it
No. There is no such thing.
Then why did you squeeze like you were going to make my stomach burst, and drop me as if to grind my face to the ground?
Again, no answer came back.
Ophelia was bewildered, but Richard was no different.
Because he didnt even know why he did it himself.
It doesnt matter now. If its certain that Marchioness Neir is unconscious
When Ophelia turned around, the jealousy that had stabbed Richard in the chest, which he had not even realized he had towards Cooper, dispersed like smoke.
But that jealousy was a very small ripple.
Almost invisible, like invisible concentric circles created by tiny stones thrown into a deep, deep lake.
Thus, Richard himself did not feel it, but it certainly exists
Are there plans for something bigger?
The fact that the marchioness is unconscious, this assassination might be a smokescreen for something else.
Marchioness Neir would not be stupid enough to do dangerous things that make her unconscious for the sake of a smokescreen.
Something wasnt clear, but there was no more hypotheses to squeeze out.
If it was a request from the Neir family, wouldnt it be possible that its the lady that did it?
Lady Raisa Neir, who is nothing more than the marchioness puppet, will not be able to take the initiative in such a thing, because the marchioness will not tolerate it.
A puppet?
Literally. She cant do anything unless the marchioness allows it. Even if she does, its not very intimidating.
Ophelias eyelashes fluttered like a butterflys wings.
Last time I saw her, she didnt look like a paper tiger.
When Ophelia recalled the gray eyes of Raisas that she had met, instinctively, goosebumps rose on the back of her back.
But its only once No, thats not it!
No. She didnt look like that kind of person.
On what grounds?
Ophelia became a honeyed mute.
(TL/N: Honeyed mute a person who can not say what he/she wants or thinks.)
If asked what the reason was, it was normal to give an answer, but the reason she dared to pick was
My feeling?
An ambiguous answer came out vaguely, but Richard nodded at once.
Right.
What? No, Im embarrassed if you agree so easily. Its a little burdensome that you trust me that much
No.
Ah, no. Phew thats good. Then why did you change your mind?
Seeing Ophelia patting her chest sincerely, Richard smiled and held out his hand.
Lets go for now.
At his sudden words, Ophelias eyes widened like a rabbit, soon realizing that the surroundings had become very quiet.
Huh? The bears and the assassins theyre all lying together.
The fact that the ground was dyed black and red was not spoken.
Ophelia shrugged, placing her hand on his.
Fortunately, I think they killed each other.
No, there were a few assassins left.
What?
Richard wrapped his arms around the waist of Ophelia, who was shocked to hear that there were still assassins left, and pulled her gently toward him.
I took care of all the rest.
Ophelia floated in the air for a moment thanks to his strength. When her feet were back on the ground, she opened her mouth and promptly closed it.
She wouldnt understand when and how he dealt with it.
Right. He is Richard.
As she was about to take a step, Richard stopped her.
You cant.
Whats wrong
Ophelia had to keep her mouth shut so as to not accidentally bite her tongue while speaking.
Because of the sudden heightened visibility and the change in distance from Richard, which was much closer than before.
He placed an arm under Ophelias knees, lifting her up entirely, then he blinked towards the ground.
Whats wrong with the ground Ah.
The ground on which she was about to step was submerged in a pool of blood.
Come to think of it, there was no drop of blood on the ground she stepped on when she came down from his hold earlier.
Ophelia looked at Richard anew.
He was tired of life itself, and he was sick of the world.
This kind of Richard was afraid she would step on blood
For some reason, she felt a little ticklish in the stomach. But as soon as her feet hit the ground, as quickly as the change in her field of vision, the wind that swept past her ears washed away that feeling.
It was also a small ripple.
It existed as Richards did, and it, too, was so small that Ophelia herself didnt even realize it.
At the time, the two did not know.
The fact that a small seed towards each other had been sown in their hearts, not knowing what kind of flower would bloom. And that they would recognize Raisa, who held a clue to the infinite regression they were searching very much for.
No one knew.
.
When the scarlet sunset began to color the edge of the forest.
The hunting competition was coming to an end where it started.
A group boasting of what they had achieved while roaming the forest, and a group discouraged because they couldnt catch anything.
Even a group of people who couldnt see Richards fingertips and were completely wasted and went crazy.
All of them were focused on one persons words.
This years winner!
After a moments pause and the announcer named the winner with a big smile, cheers erupted from one side and sighs of discouragement from the other.
The winner came forward with envious shouts and pushes from his acquaintances.
His face was shining brighter than ever with hope for tomorrow and the excitement of facing the crown prince.
And a moment of glory.
Facing Richard who was on the podium, the winner knelt down on one of his knees and shouted with emotion.
I see you, Your Highness the Crown Prince.
Raise your head, Sir.
Glory
The knight couldnt even speak at all, and he stiffened.
It was because he was crushed by Richards gaze looking down at him.
The hand slowly reaching out towards him was so large that it was suffocating, and a cold sweat formed on the knights forehead.
The crown prince in front of him was as huge as a wall that could never be crossed, and like a sea so deep that if he fell into it, he could never get out.
Uhm.
The knight could barely hold his breath as the princes hand rested on his shoulder.
He looked up at Richard with indescribable eyes.
Since Richard went through many regressions with those terribly familiar eyes, he indifferently gave the words he had said tens of thousands of times to others other than this knight.
I look forward to your future.
For the glory of the Empire!
Behind the knights loud lead, the cry of those gathered in the rear rang.
For the Empire!
The hunting competition, which was left in such an awkward point, ended.
.
That night.
At the time everyone was asleep, a dim light was burning in the corner bedroom located on one side of Marchioness Neirs mansion.
Tak, tak, tak, tak.
The sound of the door opening and sharp heels ripped the silence of the still room.
Mother.
Raisa went to the bed where Marchioness Neir was sitting and leaning her back. She neither sat down, nor asked her how she was.
What did you call me for?
Marchioness Neir also omitted the greetings and brought up the main subject.
You did it.
Poison?
Yes.
Isnt it obvious? Im the only one who can poison my mothers tea.
Why?
The corners of Raisas lips twisted.
It would be disappointing if Mother suspects that I poisoned you to kill you.
The same gray eyes stared sharply at each other.
No matter who the other party was, they held the others gaze without blinking. Eventually, Marchioness Neir drew her eyes away first.
It was not because she was swayed by Raisas momentum.
She merely belittled her daughter.
You cant do that, can you?
A voice full of confidence, as if she had never imagined that Raisa would harm her even in a dream.
Marchioness Neir truly thought so.
Shes a greedy and stupid daughter.
Shes gotten a little smarter or calmer in the last few months, but shes still a long way off.
If its a new poison, shouldnt you have told me ahead of time? A day was wasted, things were pointlessly pushed.
I didnt know that you would collapse like that because you have tolerance to most poisons. And it doesnt matter for a day or so.
Tch.
Marchioness Neir clicked her tongue.
A small bottle entered Raisas eyes as she followed her mothers fingertips.
Drink.
Its poison by all accounts, is this a punishment?
Well, you might as well think of it as training to develop poison resistance.
Its only one day.
Time was wasted. Not just a day, but even a minute is a waste.
Even if Ive finished all the work you have to do?
One of the marchioness eyebrows rose.
You?
Yes.
Even after hearing Raisas answer, the marchioness did not hesitate.
Drink. How many times have I told you not to let me say things twice?
Raisa stared at the marchioness, then swallowed the poison at once.
A bittersweet, slimy liquid wrapped around her tongue and ran down her throat.
After seeing a little movement from Raisas neck, the marchioness opened her mouth.
Did you think I wouldnt know that you sent an assassin to the Crown Prince? Do not do anything without my permission.
Then the marchioness waved her hand, telling her daughter to leave, and Raisa left the room without saying anything to her mother, turning her back on her.
After a few steps, Raisa held the wall and stopped.
The sensation of her five internal organs being twisted and burned was vivid, but Raisa didnt groan.
Wiping the black blood running down her lips, Raisa endured all the pain.
Someday, one day
For the day when her mothers black blood flowed under her feet, the crown princes corpse rolled around, and the empire was under her feet.
She could drink any amount of poison.
I have to sit on the throne.
Raisa, vomiting more black blood, smiled and vowed.
If it doesnt work once, Ill kill the crown prince again and again.
Ame: dO yOU feel the TENSION!? *smirks*
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