Chapter 119.1

“So, if your assumptions are correct…”

Raynard suddenly changed the subject as he watched Yurina slowly sip her tea. The two were now slowly drinking tea in a garden full of roses.

With enough sleep and a clear mind, Yurina could listen to him this time.

“I don’t think that Marquis De Flon will ever give up on you.”

“I think so too.”

Yurina carefully set down her cup and remembered the light in the eyes of Marquis De Flon that she had seen in the capital. Looking at the enemy as if he wanted to tear her apart at any moment.

When Yurina was still very young, there were moments when she wondered, ‘why was I so scared when I first met him in a downtown area?’

In the novel, he only ordered Karion to kill Yurina. Even if there was a possibility that he would kill her in the future, the future hasn’t happened yet. It could change enough, and she wondered why she was so frightened with Reynard next to her, whom she firmly believed was Karrion at the time.

No matter how traumatic the death was, her mind wasn’t that of a ten-year-old child, but that of a twenty-two-year-old adult, so it was an overreaction.

However, if Marquis De Flon really had the intent to kill her, it could have been enough.

Who in the world wouldn’t be intimidated in the face of such intense flesh? Age didn’t matter.

‘When I didn’t know that Marquis De Flon had returned, I thought I could simply avoid Curtis…’

If his goal was simply to make Lydia the Crown Princess, everything would have ended smoothly if Yurina didn’t become the Crown Princess.

However, Marquis De Flon’s goal was to make Lydia the Crown Princess and at the same time avenge the Carthia family that led to her destruction.

“Then we should strike first.”

Yurina’s voice was full of determination.

“Maybe we should reveal that Marquis De Flon is a warlock?”

She shook her head at Reynard’s question.

“It won’t be easy to reveal it. Even if we find proof, it won’t be enough. Even if warlocks were suppressed in the past, there is no reason to punish them now.”

“Then?”

Yurina picked up a fork and cut off the sharpest part of the cheesecake.

“We should aim for the other tail.”

* * *

“You mean His Highness the Crown Prince?”

At the sudden name, Marquis Carthia asked back with a clear look of bewilderment. Riggs, who was sitting next to Yurina, also opened his mouth in surprise.

“Yurina, the Crown Prince, why all of a sudden?”

“I have a story I want to tell you.”

“No way…”

Yurina read Riggs’ thoughts promptly and shook her head.

“I’m not trying to become the Crown Princess.”

He let out a sigh of relief.

“Then?”

“It’s the other way around. She will definitely tell Her Highness the Crown Prince that she has no intention of becoming the Crown Princess.”

Yurina met Riggs and Marquis Carthia’s eyes once in a while, then spoke firmly.

“And I will come with an offer.”

A proposal that Curtis Genosian had no choice but to give up on Yurina neatly.

And if he accepts this offer, he will be able to form an alliance with Marquis De Flon that can keep the 2nd Prince in check.

* * *

Upon learning Yurina’s plan, Marquis Carthia decided to arrange a place for Yurina to get an audience with Curtis as soon as possible. At the same time, he ordered Riggs to find convincing evidence that the Marquis De Flon and the rebels who attacked Yurina in the Crohn Kingdom were holding hands.

Reynard locked himself in the lab with Dave, struggling to find a way to identify warlocks.

Knowing all the secrets of dark magic, it seemed that the process would go more smoothly than he thought.

However, it wasn’t easy to find clues about black magic, and it wasn’t easy to meet Curtis, who was busy with public affairs.

‘I need to meet you as soon as possible.’

Yurina was nervously tapping her fingers on the table when suddenly, a sharp sound of ceramics colliding with each other resounded. Surprised, Yurina lifted her head and looked at the cup Betsy was handing her.

It was a very basic manner of etiquette to place the teacup gently on the saucer so that it wouldn’t make a sound. It wasn’t a mistake that Betsy, who was one of the top five proficient servants in the mansion, would make, as would be the case for a new hire who had just started working.

But Betsy, seemingly unaware of her mistake, picked up the teapot and began pouring tea without a hint of embarrassment or a word of apology.

Reddish black tea began to fill up in a teacup with a flower pattern on it. But even after the tea was filled with more than two-thirds of the tea, Betsy didn’t stop.

“Betsy?

Only when Yurina gently called out to her, Betsy straightened her tilted hand in surprise. She opened her eyes wide as she looked at the teacup, which was barely filled as if it were about to overflow.

“Sorry, lady! I must have been thinking about something else for a while. I’ll fix it!”

Yurina stopped Betsy from taking the teacup with a nod of her head.

“It’s okay. Because it’s not overflowing.”

She reached out to pick up the teacup and smiled involuntarily.

“Why are you like that?”

“No, just. I made mistakes on other things, but putting the knob on the right side was really strange.”

She set the teacup audibly and even as she poured the tea to overflowing, Betsy kept the handle of the teacup to her right for Yurina’s convenience. It was a habit for a long time, so it seemed to come out naturally.

“By the way, Betsy, what’s up?”

“Yes? No. Nothing happened.”

Betsy smiled and shook her head. However, Yurina couldn’t shake the thought that something was wrong with her.