Chapter 119

A Mess (5)

Cecil snorted.

“Didn’t he plan this? It’s better. Put him in!”

There was already a groan behind the door. In an instant, Kernan, who understood what Cecil was saying, became contemplative.

“H-help me! I… Not me! In that room…!”

Kernan, befitting the nature of a trickster, tried to accuse Emilia, but the knights acted faster. Two opened the door, and two literally lifted the Kernan and threw him into the room.

“Uwakk!”

Bang!

The door closed before Kernan, who had been thrown to one side of the floor, could raise his head. Frightened, Kernan looked back in the direction of the door, then turned his head in the direction of the harsh breathing.

Eight men, drugged and drooling, were staring at Kernan. Kernan shook his head in contemplation.

That wasn’t a heat, they looked like they had rabies.

“No! Argh!”

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Listening to the breathtaking screams from the inside of the room, the knights tied the doorknobs tightly with ropes. Sympathy didn’t come. It was his fault.

Cecil was angry to hear that, but Rowena’s condition was urgent right now.

Even if she was addicted to poison, poison was poison. Cecil had prepared to dispatch not only the Knights but also the healer just in case.

Cecil rushed out of the hallway holding Rowena. The Countess of Otis’ hall was already in a mess. The escort knights of each family didn’t know the situation and fought with Kernan’s men.

Knights escorting the crown prince skillfully opened the way, and Cecil, holding Rowena, walked out of there across the hallway.

Maryen was in despair at that time.

The crown prince himself…? It’s over now!

There were only two escort knights who followed Rowena inside, and the other six were waiting near the carriage. It seemed that the crown prince was disguised among the escort drivers near the carriage.

At a time like this…!

Fortunately, her parents went down to the countryside. Maryen decided to leave her position and run away.

Even if she wanted to deny it because she didn’t know, she couldn’t deny the fact that she was addicted to cake and black tea at her house. What she had already committed was treason!

You have to run away to live!

Looking at the opportunity behind the other young ladies, Maryen escaped to the hallway on the side of the drawing room. Count Otis’ mansion was bought and used by a historic family.

There were hidden passages different from what was seen on the outside

If I knew this would happen, I would have hidden something that would make money!

Coincidentally, she was headed for the hallway with the room where the crime was scheduled. The first room was the room where Emilia laid down, the second room was the place where the crime was to take place, and the third room had a secret passage.

Maryen, who was running frantically with her skirt lifted, hit her head with someone while turning the corner.

“Argh!”

Screams burst out of each of their mouths. Neither Maryen nor her opponent saw anyone coming in front because they were running with caution behind them. It was also so noisy with the sound of fighting.

“Lady Hasler?”

Maryen, who fell backwards in shock, recognized her. Emilia looked up at her.

“Yes, you punk!”

Slap!

Angrily Emilia slapped Maryen on the cheek. She usually did the same a lot against her maids, hence her hitting skills were excellent. As well as the sound, Maryen’s eyes seemed to sparkle.

“How dare you lie to me? You set me up!”

Maryen burst into anger at Emilia’s attempt to slap her again. Maryen’s hand grabbed Emilia’s messy hair.

“Who set who up first? You wicked woman!”

“Argh, you’re crazy!”

Emilia, who had never been subjected to such violence, screamed. However, people were all busy dealing with the imperial knights, and all the count’s servants were busy running away.

No one knew that these two young ladies faced off here. The count’s knights didn’t even know that Maryen was doing such a tremendous thing.

“Let go of me! My hair! My beautiful hair!”

“I’ll make your hair rip off!”

Emilia’s hair was reputed to be as fine and mysterious as silk woven with moonlight. But because the count’s servants had roughly thrown her on the bed, her thin hair was tangled.

Maryen pulled her hair, and it seemed to come off.

“You ignorant woman! I won’t forgive you!”

Emilia, who was struggling, scratched Maryen and began to bite. Maryen screamed in pain, pulled out a handful of Emilia’s hair, yanked her head, and repeatedly grabbed her hair again. Emilia’s sharp nails tore her face, but she endured it with all her might.