Chapter 190: An Irreversible Choice, Part III

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As she suddenly faced the royal castle, her steps of getting out of the carriage were very cautious. It was also because of the quietness of the royal castle, which was too quiet for its huge size. Mielle followed Isis in the back, looking sideways pretending to be a maid, and soon a group of people approached Isis and her party.

"I see Croa Lohan."

Isis, who realized that it was Croa Lohan, the king of Croa, even though it was a distance that she could not confirm, took a courtesy. The knights and servants followed her, and Mielle also bent quickly.

"You've been struggling from coming away, Lady Isis."

A moment later, the king of Croa, who had come closer, welcomed Isis's visit with a kind voice. 'Am I meeting the king of a country so simply?' Then, realizing how great Isis was, Mielle glanced up at and checked the king of Croa.

'He's so young.'

He looked at a similar age of the Crown Prince of the empire. When she had heard Isis was going to marry the king of a country, she had thought he would be a middle-aged man, but he was a young man with a manly face.

'It's true that the great king of Croa died early in an unexpected illness.'

It reminded her of the fact that the prince who just became an adult had followed him, and Lohan, the young king of Croa, was a rare handsome man. He felt insidious to some extent, but because of that, he was more eye-catching.

Lohan, who had been in a conversation with Isis for a moment, glanced at Mielle as if he felt a glimpse at himself. Without knowing herself, the painted freckles had been erased and her neat face was seen.

Mielle, who had the sudden eye contact, was surprised and lowered her head and hid it from his view, and Lohan put her on the topic as if her reaction was funny.

"It's amazing every time I see a blonde as there is very little blonde hair in Croa, and a pale green eye that looks like grass leaves... it reminds me of someone. Isn't she like a fairy?"

"... Not common in the empire, but more than in Croa, and they are often born among the commoners."

When he was interested in Mielle, who had to be quiet, Isis replied with nervousness without having time to rethink as she heard that he was reminded of someone.

Lohan asked her name with an interesting look,

"Well, I'm El..."

"El? It's a name that doesn't fit this beautiful girl."

"Thank, thank you..."

Blushing her face, Mielle glanced at Lohan's face with excessive praise. He stared at Mielle with a smile of interest and goodwill, as if he were appreciating her.

'Perhaps, the king of Croa would take my words seriously!'

Mielle, who had only received the goodwill and kindness of all the people of the world, dared to speak to the king of a country first. She was sure that he would listen to her, as it had been so far, and it was something that she must tell in order to survive.

"Mr... Mr. Croa Lohan...! I have something I must tell you... that you must know."

When a maid dared speak to the king of a country first, everyone in the place was suddenly hard as stone. The most embarrassing of all was Isis, who had just heard Mielle's nonsense, and she stuttered and reprimanded Mielle,

"Eh, El!? What the hell is this...?! Can't you shut up right now?"

Mielle squeezed her eyes shut and shrank back at the overreaction of Isis. She looked like a frightened baby cat.

Both of them were rude and frivolous, who dared to play in front of a king of a country, but Lohan, watching them for a moment, said with a meaningful smile,

"Okay, I'm interested. It's late for today, so I'll send someone tomorrow. I'm very curious about what it's about."

Isis's face was blue, and Mielle smiled brightly. 'If I accuse the Crown Prince's power and reveal it as a fact and make a great contribution to the rebellion, I believe that I will have a way to live without relying on Isis.'

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"What the hell did you say that?" As soon as she entered the room, Isis, who had all the servants leave, was angry with Mielle. She had given so much attention on their way to Croa, but she had brought out the story of the Crown Prince to the young king of Croa, Lohan.

'You dared not to know who you were and lied!'

But Mielle could not judge the situation properly, and she spoke in a low voice, "He, he has to know, and he'll be ready. If not, he'll ruin everything you've done!"

"Lady Mielle!"

"He'll be embarrassed at first, but he'll believe me! It's true! If he doesn't believe me, he'll regret it."

Isis, who was angry at the continuing Mielle's claim, frowned and sighed. It had already happened, and Mielle was stubborn and even Lohan had offered to send someone. It was irreversible. If Mielle was a simple maid, she would say she would have been crazy and kick her out, but she was a bomb who had very important letters.

"If only you go wrong...!"

When Isis confessed her frustration, Mielle realized what she was worried about and added something to relieve Isis's worries. "Oh, my God. I was not wary of that. Don't worry. I'll take all responsibility for this. I swear."

With this, Isis's expression changed. If she had brought herself to the risk and killed herself, Cain, who had no place to attack, would not be able to release the letters. No, if she added that she had almost missed a big deal because of Mielle, he might have to live with a sinful mind and atone for the rest of his life. Isis had been worried about when and how to throw Mielle away anyway, so she thought it would not be too bad to use this opportunity.

"... Then you shall leave it in writing, and I shall send one to the mansion of Count Roscent."

'So I better make sure.' Isis took out the letter paper, and Mielle nodded. Mielle seemed to think that the young king of Croa would believe her, as a child who did not know what the world was, very foolishly.

"Okay."

Isis had never thought their relationship would fall out like this just a year ago. It was a relationship that she could be her family, but now they were enemies who hid sharp claws toward each other.

"I'll ask you to sign at the end, and I also want you to sign on top of the two letters, as proof that I didn't forge them."

"I see."

When Mielle handed both of the carefully written letters to Isis, Isis regained her bright face, satisfied, and somehow, she looked happy. Unlike Mielle, who was a fool, the wise Lohan could not believe Mielle's words.

They spent the night with different ideas and purposes and became the next day.

"His Highness calls you."

Mielle, who had been stiff with tension since last night, jumped up from her seat. She was nervous enough that she couldn't even make a good breakfast. She followed the servant, hoping that the young king of Croa would be wise and trust her; no, she thought, he would believe her because what she had seen was the truth.

She was breathing fast in front of Lohan's office, a long way from the quarters where Mielle was staying when the huge door opened without a word.

Mielle, surprised, bowed her head hurriedly, with a courtesy. "I see you, Your Highness."

"You don't have to give me such a courtesy, come closer."

She raised her head at Lohan's command and slowly approached him. His silver hair, shining in the light from the window, was a little mysterious, and for a moment she was taken away because he was uncommonly colored in the empire, and his gold eyes were as beautiful as the sun. It was a beauty that was different from Oscar's, which was always cool.

"I want to finish talking about what you wanted to say yesterday."

Mielle, who had been taken a moment by Lohan, was suddenly reddened with embarrassment. 'I was fascinated by a man's face when I came to tell an important story.' She blamed herself, and then she came to her senses, swallowed, and answered carefully,

"Ah, yes... you may already know, but the Crown Prince of the empire has a special ability and I thought I should let you know it. It will be a great distraction to your walk."

"Oh, it's disturbing to me? That must be important. What is the Crown Prince's special ability?"

Lohan, with a curious look, urged Mielle's next words, apparently interested in blocking his future walk, just as she had seen last night.