Chapter 155

Chapter 155

The man looked at the people behind him. The old man there shook his head. It seemed like he didnt know either. Seeing that answer, Carynne figured that these people were clueless about this place.

Verdic Evans and his land was not very close, though it was still only just one day away by carriage. These people looked like they had come from far away, especially judging by their foreign accent.

We are in the middle of our journey going back, Carynne explained. It got dark out, so we took shelter in this place to avoid the wild animals.

I dont believe you. How are you connected to Verdic Evans?

We arent very connected.

This forest is part of his land.

He tried to buy my fathers estate, but he canceled the deal. Thats why Im hereto sign the necessary documents in lieu of my father.

Shes already saying everything meekly like this, wasnt she? But the metal against her neck was still persistently there. The man looked back and spoke.

Just mere words.

No, wait a second.

One of the clueless men behind spoke up. He looked down scathingly at Carynne with a scowl. That man, who Carynne did not know.

I remember seeing that face before.

I recently celebrated my seventeenth birthday.

Who is your mother?

So thats how he recognized her. Carynne lamented her fathers lowly name and reputation. Father, come on. You have to at least make an effort.

My mother was Catherine Nora Hare. Her maiden surname was Enide.

Ah, that woman is the great-granddaughter of Grand Duchess Carla.

Those people started talking for a moment. The old man, who had been behind everyone until now, walked forward with his cane and approached Carynne. This was a pretty tall tower, but they did a good job dragging this old man all the way up here.

Why are you here?

We were trying to go somewhere else, but we got lost in the woods.

I repeated the answer that I already gave them before.

Pardon me, but may I ask your name? Carynne asked.

It would be better if you dont know. Do you really want to hear it?

Then, I do not wish to hear it.

That is wise.

The old mans cane met the floor with a thud.

What should we do with you?

We have to kill her. It wont do us any good to keep her captive, said the man who had recognized Carynne.

Do we really need to do that?

I heard a rumor that shes an illegitimate child of Crown Prince Gueuze.

Theres a rumor like that?

In her surprise, Carynnes mouth gaped open. It was the first time she heard this unpleasant rumor.

So, Crown Prince Gueuze called her like that even though he knew that she might be his daughter? No matter how long she had lived until now, that was so messed up.

As she was inwardly boiling with anger while thinking about Crown Prince Gueuze, the others talked about whether to keep Carynne alive or not.

Verdic and Prince Gueuze are quite connected.

That man is a merchant. Its no wonder hes trying to reach out to other countries.

Wasnt this too fast?

Carynne smiled as she looked down at what was in front of her. These people were serious. Carynne looked at Nancy, who was all tied up and slowly falling unconscious. Borwens probably dead now.

This time, Carynne felt a little sorry for Nancy. The servants werent even given a choice. Carynne just so happened to be wearing better clothes, and that was enough for her to be given a choice of how to die.

She wondered if she should consider herself lucky.

Carynne grabbed the fabric with her hands.

I understand. Then, please go out, Duke Luthella.

She didnt care that he was surprised.

How.

Carynne did not hang herself. Nevertheless, she didnt have much of a choice left.

She looked outside. Thats where she had fallen before. Then, the door. They would come inside right after to confirm whether she had hung herself. There were no guns.

However, she was not scared.

Death was so familiar to her now. And, there was something else thats more important. She was curious about it.

She counted the days that she was left all alone. Even if she wasnt inside a novel, certain things happened repeatedly on some particular days in these repeated lives.

Carynne was well aware that hardships always followed at around this time. Today was that day. Sometimes, she was in danger of being r*ped. Sometimes, she would get mauled by a beast. Sometimes, she would fall. She was met with various kinds of danger.

But that was not what mattered.

Carynne was well aware of what day she was set to die. But after the number 117, she found out that she could die before that predetermined day.

What about today? Who were these people? This iteration had gotten twisted.

What was the probability of her meeting her demise today? And likewise, what was the probability of her surviving to see another day? Which was higher?

But if she waited a little longer, she would know the answer.

So, she waited.

She waited for the answer.

Knock, knock.

She heard someone knocking on the door.

And, Carynne seemed to know who it was on the other side. It was an intense sense of dj vu.

Who was it that always came to visit her on this day?

Between hanging herself and finding out who it was, standing outside that door. What Carynne found more frightening was the latter.

Without saying anything, she stared at the door. She had a strong feeling of who it was just outside.

The man who always came to her rescue.

Raymond Saytes.

Her knight.

However, Carynne was afraid to confirm it.

It might not be him. Maybe it was just Duke Luthella and the other people in his group, coming here to see whether or not she had already killed herself.

Rather, she preferred that outcome. In Carynnes perspective, Duke Luthella was no different from Thomas, the alleyway r*pist.

Hardships always found her around this time. She was not scared of death. She would come back to life anyway. Then, in the next iteration, she could just choose not to stay in this tower. She would just continue traversing through the forest.

But.

If its him

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