Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

[Ms. Isis. I understand you are going to abandon me. I admit that I made a big mistake, but don't forget that it wasn't my work alone, and I have letters exchanged with Ms. Isis. In the letters, there is also a story about that woman and His Highness the Crown Prince. It's also written what Ms. Isis will do in the future. If you ignore this letter again this time…You will have to be prepared for what I will say.]

"... Ha."

'How wicked she is!' Isis crumpled the letter in her hands and threw it to the floor. 'She dares to threaten me?' She wanted to go to the mansion of the Count of Roscent immediately and twist her neck, but she barely endured her desire and emptied the warm tea with her trembling hands.

The butler had guessed her mind as he had read the letter in advance, and he hurriedly prepared the cold water. Isis, who emptied the cold water in a single gulp, burst into laughter as if she had been embarrassed.

"How will I kill her? Huh?

"Ms. Isis..."

The problem was that she had written everything in the letters without hesitation because she had thought she would never betray her. She would never have done such a thing if she had known Mielle was so stupid. Maybe it was because she had thought Aria was an easy target that she couldn't get rid of the evidence thoroughly.

Isis, who clearly remembered what was left in the letters, closed her eyes and buried herself deep on the sofa. It was too risky to pass, so she needed to worry.

'No, what's the use of agonizing?'

From the beginning, she had known she couldn't throw her away and started. No, she had done it because she hadn't known she was going to face such a tragedy with that vulgar bitch and the Crown Prince, the scarecrow.

The letters did not have her direct instructions, but they contained quite a few metaphors, which were enough for the Crown Prince to attack her under the pretext. If Mielle, who was being investigated as a sinner, had revealed it, she would have been involved in this incident.

'I can't help it. First of all, I have to listen to what she wants.'

As she could no longer weaken her power, Isis, who breathed a deep sigh, straightened her posture and said to the butler,

"... Paper and pen."

"... Yes."

Isis gave the written letter, which asked what Mielle wanted, to the butler, and wrapped her head, thinking about how to finish the wicked rat.

* * *

[I wouldn't throw you away Lady Mielle. I was just a little busy going to Croa. I'll get back to you soon.]

Mielle blushed at the hope she had obtained after several letters to Isis. It was foolish of her to listen to such threats. She had been asked to incinerate the letters they had exchanged even before things went wrong, but she had gathered them in case and finally achieved what she wanted.

'If I keep them there, no one will ever find it.'

She had confided with Cain just in case. She had also asked to punish Isis with them if she went wrong. It was disturbing to leave it to him, who was possessed by a daughter of a prostitute, but unfortunately, she had no one else to turn to.

She wanted to ask for help from her father, but the Count seemed to have no intention of helping her at all. She heard he was hard to move, but no matter how hard he was, he never called her. And she cried in sorrow, but rather, she felt injustice and anger.

'My father abandoned me first. If I had known this would happen, I would have pushed him higher.'

In a terrible imagination, Mielle gritted her teeth.

Now the only person Mielle could rely on was Cain. No matter how possessed he was by a prostitute's daughter, he wouldn't abandon his own sister. So she waited for Isis to contact her endlessly, and suddenly there was an uproar outside.

When she looked outside through the windows that were tightly closed, she could see a colorful carriage that she couldn't easily see. It was a carriage with a seal that Mielle knew, though it was a little far away.

'Don't tell me…!'

It was none other than the Crown Prince who got off the wagon. She could see Aria, who had always been busy, if she had gotten in touch beforehand, greeting him with joy, even refusing to go out. Next to her was the Countess.

Although she could not see in detail as the iron bars were added in and out of the windows to prevent her escape, they enjoyed the joy of reunion in front of the carriage for a long time. It was so disturbing.

Two knights armed thoroughly were seen behind the Crown Prince. A decently dressed aristocrat was also with him. If his purpose was simply to meet Aria, his followers would not have accompanied him. It was clear that there was another purpose.

Then she narrowed her eyes and doubted, and Asher, who had finished his reunion with Aria, raised his head and turned to her room. As she had the guilt of sin, she felt her heart sink heavy. It was only then that Mielle realized that he had come to see her.

"If you don't have a schedule today, why don't you go out with me?"

"It's not that I have a schedule. I was going to go to the academy when Mr. Asher returned. Sarah said she have a class today."

"... I've visited on the wrong day. I wish I had checked in advance."

A moment later, the voices of Aria and Asher from outside the door made the whole body of Mielle nervous. She had been focusing on Isis for a while, and she had forgotten the investigation for the hallucinogen, but she couldn't believe the Crown Prince would visit her himself.

"Can you spare me a little time, though? If you don't have time, I'll go with you to the academy."

"Everyone will be surprised if you do."

"I'm hoping. That way, there will be fewer people who can go near you. I'm always worried."

"I'm always thinking about you, but Mr. Asher is too worried."

"I can't help but worry. Don't you feel the gaze around you? If I could, I'd follow you around and all those eyes..."

As if to warn her, the voice of Asher was gloomy. Aria, smiling a little, cut off his words with a gentle voice as if to placate the child.

"I see. Let's talk after we finish our work. I have to prepare. It wouldn't be a bad idea to go out with Mr. Asher's wagon."

At the end of their conversation, Mielle backed away to the furthest wall from the door as she was surprised. Sure enough, there was the sound of the iron chains loosening, which had been firmly locked. She could hear the sound for a long time.

Then, a moment later, the Crown Prince and two knights, who she had seen through the windows, and a nobleman, who she didn't know, came into sight. Next to him was Aria, accompanied by a maid. Asher, a cool-faced man who was completely different from Asher who Mielle remembered, pointed to her and ordered the knights. He looked as if he were looking at a troublesome baggage.

"Drag her out."

As soon as the order of Asher fell, two knights went straight into the room and seized Mielle's arms. They seemed to be really trying to pull her out since Asher ordered them to.

"Where, where am I going?"

Mielle, embarrassed, asked, but no one minded her. They forced Mielle out of the room with a strong squeeze on her arms beyond necessity.

"Well, I'll just go out on my own…!"

"There can't be such a choice for a criminal."

Tears welled up in Mielle's eyes at the words of the nobleman, who was following her with a sneer. She didn't know where she was being dragged, but at this rate, it was clear she would be consumed as entertainment for those below.

"I thought you lost your weight a lot, but you're fine. I'm sure you haven't had much trouble yet."

Her anger flared at Aria's voice, which ran through her ear only. It was similar to what Mielle had done before Aria had been killed for being a wicked woman.

"It's all because of you! If it wasn't for you! If it wasn't for you!"

Suddenly, Mielle made a scene, and Aria shrank into fear, pretending that she didn't know. It was a clear expression and gesture of a victim.