Chapter 29

It was also funny to replace Mary’s revenge as if she had been defined.

Nevertheless, the reason why she couldn’t just let it go was maybe because of what she would have experienced with this body if she didn’t know.

Above all, Mary’s pain and memories were felt intact, so it was no longer someone else’s.

‘I’m sure of it. I’m living with Mary’s body.’

It was a feeling that would hold her and drag on forever. Mary’s anxiety was hers, too. She knew nothing about when she will close her eyes again or when she will end her life.

“Princess, they deceived the imperial family and, above all, coveted the position of the Princess.”

“I know. I’m actually thinking about how to cause pain enough not to die.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

Her steps stopped at the sudden voice. A very familiar, low voice. It was Arthur’s tone that should not be here.

“Three days. Didn’t I say three days?”

She stared at him quietly in a voice that was filled with her emotions slowly, as if suppressing them.

The 3 days, he said.

The glass bottle that gave her.

She tried to pass Arthur without saying a word. Those three days almost killed her.

A glass bottle that was held without a proper explanation. It was miserable because it seemed to be a humble life that depended on just one bottle.

“I guess you sent someone because you feared me dying.”

“Did you meet…”

Arthur roughly grabbed her wrist and turned around. In his sudden action, Carl held Arthur’s hand and restrained him. The throbbing wrist made her angry.

Damn.

“Do you think you can treat me recklessly just because you’re holding my life?”

Arthur’s head, which went back to the side, loosened the grip on her wrist. A gleam gleamed appeared in his dull, dry eyes.

But soon after, she saw a smile slowly rising up around Arthur’s mouth.

“Don’t touch me on your own again.”

“Let’s do that.”

Arthur smiled with a different smile than before. He swept her slightly red cheeks with one hand.

“Then I’ll ask you again. Who did you meet?”

His two eyes shone grimly again. She didn’t talk about a man with long silver hair. She just turned around not to give him the answer he wanted.

“Arthur, why did you say you don’t have to do that?”

Arthur’s reaction a while ago seemed as if she had met someone she shouldn’t have met.

‘I need to figure it out myself. I think this will be an advantageous card for me.’

Someone she shouldn’t know. Above all, if he’s someone she shouldn’t meet, there’s something hidden from her.

“I’m here to meet His Majesty”.

“Grand Duke himself?”

Just in case she kills Gray? He didn’t believe her. It was the same for her.

Leaving her questionable eyes behind, he walked toward the palace. Looking at his back, she also took a step.

“Carl, you wait here.”

She stopped carl from following her, went to his side and hit his foot. If she had Carl, she couldn’t talk about anything else. She didn’t want to let him know yet. No, she honestly didn’t mean to tell him.

She didn’t want to let him know that she wasn’t Mary, that Mary in his heart was someone other than her.

He was mine now, and he was the only one who gave her love without wanting anything.

“You can’t do anything about Gray right now, can you?”

“That doesn’t mean you should do whatever you want.”

Arthur’s gaze was still forward. His steps were fast, he was out of breath and somehow slowed down as he cleared his breath.

“Don’t worry. I will not let him die unless I know he’s involved in my death.”

“……I don’t want to let it happen that way.”

She didn’t like Arthur’s answer. She still didn’t like how her death was connected to him, that she couldn’t break Gray’s breath with her own hands. Why can’t she even do this as she pleases?

She was angry at Arthur, who was blocking her for no reason.

‘If I had killed him, instead of just reaching out from the beginning, would I have been able to breathe a little?’

But if Arthur hadn’t stopped her, as he said, she would have already lost her breath like any other Mary.

Nevertheless, she wanted to see Gray struggle in pain and desperately beg for his life in front of her eyes.

“Whether or not I kill Gray, does Archduke Arthur honestly have anything to do with it?”

Arthur’s gaze slowly headed toward her. Only then did he stop walking when he reached the front of the audience where Gray was. His mouth was fluttering with the door that opened just in time.

“If it doesn’t matter, I wouldn’t have come this far.”

When the door opened, she saw Gray lying on the floor begging for his life. As soon as he found her again, he desperately shouted her name.

His distorted expression gradually unfolded, wondering if she had changed her mind and came back to him. He put strength into his voice and pointed at Elliot.

“Princess Anastasia! As expected, you misunderstood! Elliot, or that maid, seduced me.”

Elliot was seen shaking behind him. Elliot, lying close to the floor with her head down and ears covered, looked up at her.

Elliot, who was full of despair and fear, also turned into a hopeful face when she saw her.

‘It’s not even funny.’

Elliot’s face, who faced her frozen eyes, was terrified again. She noticed that she would not be saved.

“Princess Anastasia, don’t you know you’re the only one for me?”

Gray struggled to reach for her. Arthur’s hand grabbed Gray’s hand before he could reach her.

Soon after, Gray’s expression facing Arthur was intertwined with a sense of betrayal and complex emotions.

“Didn’t I tell you before? I hate when someone touches what’s mine very much.”

Arthur shook off his hand as if he had caught something dirty and looked down at Gray. As expected, they cannot put him in prison as he is.