Chapter 189: An Irreversible Choice, Part II
Editor Group: Liber Reverie
After reading the words on her palm, she hid the joy of bursting and took the tableware. She thought she could get out of this hellish mansion at last, and even tears seemed to come out.
Now she and Isis were leaving for Croa, would rebel, and she vowed to kill the stupid Crown Prince and the vulgar bitch. She was about to leave the room with her head down, and the guard at the door called Mielle.
"Wait a minute."
Her whole body stiffened with a feeling of her heart pounding. The guard asked Mielle, who was in a cold sweat and froze.
"I think the mealtime today is earlier than usual."
"... Is that so? I just brought it as I was told..."
Otherwise, it was a high, thin voice, but it was like a child's, as she created a higher and thinner voice, to hide her voice. So she thought she made a mistake and bit her lips tightly, but the guard, who was thinking for a while, nodded.
"Really? Go. You have to get some water, right?"
"Yes, yes..."
As soon as permission fell, she hurried down to the first floor, and Cain who looked anxious was standing at the front door of the mansion. Mielle, who roughly laid down the tableware on the floor, hurried to him.
"Brother... No, Ma, Master."
Then, as usual, she tried to call Cain, but she looked around and corrected it. It was an empty hall with no one in it, but just in case.
"You're here. A carriage from the Duke family is waiting."
Then the nervous Cain clasped Mielle's hands. Mielle was stubborn and there was no way to help otherwise, but he seemed to worry about letting her sister, who had not yet grown up, go.
"... I've packed it up, just in case. Take it and use it when there's an emergency."
The pouch Cain handed over was full of expensive jewels. Isis was not going to make a fool of her because Isis had already been under threat by her letter, but Mielle felt more secure than leaving the mansion without anything.
"Brother..."
She had always swallowed her anger because he was not helpful, but she felt strange to be seen off like this. She hugged Cain once and quickly left in a prepared carriage right in front of the mansion.
It was sent by Isis. The carriage seemed to head straight for the Duke mansion, but then turned around and arrived just outside the capital. So, with uneasiness, as she carefully stepped out of the carriage at the order of the driver, two large, sturdy-looking carriages were waiting for Mielle.
One was a carriage for Isis alone, and the other was a carriage with maids and luggage. Isis, who got off the wagon upon Mielle's arrival, greeted her with a gentle welcome.
"Ms. Isis...!"
"Lady Mielle. I've been waiting. Did you have a hard time?"
"No, no! This is how Ms. Isis helped me!"
Like menacing and intimidating people, what they really wanted to ask each other was a deep-seated, pretentious smile. Isis wrapped around Mielle's shoulders and guided her to her carriage.
"I was about to leave. I'm not officially married yet, so I'll leave secretly. You know that, right?"
"Sure."
'Haven't we talked about it several times already?'
When she got on the wagon, Mielle fell asleep as it was covered with soft cushions to sleep. It was because she had been working all day on escape.
Isis, who hid a cold look from Mielle's appearance, asked, "The letters... did you bring them?"
"No, I couldn't have brought something so important. I might be caught and kept it hidden. My brother said he would take good care of them."
So when she answered in such a tone of voice that they would never find it, there was silence in the carriage for a moment. The letters were the things that would save her from hell. And something that would save her and protect her in the future, too.
'I can't tell you such important things like that easily. What a stupid question it is. Of course, after the treason, the value as evidence will become unclear, but until then, it would guarantee her freedom. So, before that, I'll marry Oscar and create a new shield to protect me.'
So thinking of it, Mielle smiled, and Isis smiled along.
"Yes, I see. You did a great job. Please be careful not to be seen by anyone."
So Mielle, who managed to find her freedom, left the empire with Isis and headed for the Kingdom of Croa. Although it was a carriage with two women on board, she did not go on vacation or trip, so it ran to Croa without stopping, except for a very short break for a meal and a replacement for a horse.
"From now on, You will be my maid, El."
As soon as they crossed the border of Croa, Mielle nodded at Isis, who asked to do so. A new identity card was also included. It was a natural result because it was not possible for her to say boldly that she had fled in sin.
Rumors that Mielle had fled had spread quickly to other countries. As she had a quick movement in Isis's carriage, she was not inspected, but from now on, she had to be careful.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you."
At the tone and expression of Mielle, who was very serious, Isis raised his eyebrows and urged her to speak the next words.
"I'm sure the princess knows. That wicked woman was really with me when my father fell down the stairs. And the fact that unless I was crazy, I wouldn't have taken the hallucinogen before something important."
At Mielle's words, Isis remained positive. Isis seemed to think that the only chance Mielle had ever had with so much love of Oscar would not have been ruined by lies and hallucinogens. Mielle, who gained confidence, confessed what she had guessed alone to seize another chance.
"That day... the Crown Prince really showed up. He suddenly appeared like he was moving through space. Then he hid himself with her right in front of me. It's like he moved through space again."
"... What are you talking about? Moving through space?"
When she heard the words carefully as if Mielle confided a secret, Isis asked again with a slight frown,
"So, the Crown Prince is doing magic!"
"..."
The forehead of Isis furrowed a little more, contrary to Mielle, who spoke as if it was a great secret. And what followed was sudden uncontrollable laughter, for a ridiculous delusion of nonsense.
"... I'm sorry, but I understand why you were accused of hallucinogenic drugs."
"I'm telling you the truth... It makes sense to assume that the Crown Prince has the magic to move through space!"
"... I see."
It was an affirmative tone, but it wasn't the way. There was a deep suspicion on Isis's face as she listened to Mielle's story. Mielle, who noticed that Isis didn't trust her, claimed several times that the Crown Prince had a strange power. Mielle said that until the carriage arrived in the capital of the Kingdom of Croa.
So Mielle continued to insist on the absurd power of Asher, and Isis, who was impatient, advised her,
"Okay, I know what you mean, and I think His Highness might have that kind of ability."
"Ms. Isis...!"
She was about to be pleased, as she said that she believed her, but Isis continued her words that were not over yet, "But if you want to stay there for a long time, you'd better not say anything you can't prove unless you want to be accused of taking a hallucinogen again. You know that the words without evidence are no help."
"...!"
Mielle's whole body stiffened with the tone as if she was carrying an annoying burden. 'Really, the Crown Prince has a strange ability!'
"It's true..."
If she was going to rebel, Isis should know. 'How could she beat a man who could move through space?' It was a matter of knowing for the Aristocratic Party and Mielle herself, not for Isis alone.
Still, Isis's expression was cold, and Mielle could not speak anymore, and she was still silent. Then the carriage, which had been running for a long time, slowed down and then stopped moving.
"We're here."
And when she heard the voice outside, she realized that she had finally reached her destination, and when he removed the curtains from the window and looked carefully outside, she saw the magnificent castle.
'Don't say, is it a royal castle?'
She thought it would be late at night and they would take a rest somewhere, and enter the castle by day, but Isis was soon to be the Queen of Croa, and it was right to go to the royal castle.