Chapter 188

Chapter 188

Carynne sighed.

So, whats the point of becoming his daughter? And there was no chance Isella was still alive. Her death was merely for Carynnes sake.

Ill pretend I didnt hear that.

Carynne Hare!

Thud.

Verdic stood up from his seat. Once again, persuading Carynne was impossible. Clues were scarce within this house. The subordinates of Crown Prince Gueuze grew increasingly lackadaisical, and his own men feared active involvement lest they get hurt.

What should he do.

Where could Isella be at this moment? Was she still alive? And if shes alive, was she suffering?

If only she hadnt died. If only she was still alive

Verdic bowed his head, tears streaming down.

He would find his daughter.

No matter what state she was in.

* * *

Miss, heres the newspaper you requested.

Bring it here. Is it from the capital?

Yes.

Carynne received the newspaper from the maid.

Lately, Carynne felt truly alive. Being alone with Raymond had its romantic moments, but she had to live a life while mingling with others. Solitude wasnt enough.

The conveniences provided by Verdic made her feel more human.

Meals, cleaning, entertainment. Verdic even provided her with the pleasure of revenge! Carynne realized anew how suffocatingly she had lived until now.Rêạd new chapters at novelhall.com

The newspaper was filled with all sorts of stories.

The world kept turning without Carynne. The world she had been in was far too narrow. Carynne felt a tinge of regret for once thinking this world was just a romance novel. If one set out to explore, the world was this vast.

The world was overflowing with sorrow, tragedy, and comedy. Carynne first devoured the cultural section, her favorite.

But today was just like the today she had seen before, and she quickly lost interest. News she had already read wasnt exciting.

Carynne flipped through the pages, skimming the news quickly.

Father.

She wondered if her fathers death might be mentioned, but the death of a rural lord wasnt significant enough. Maybe in a local paper, but not in one published in the capital. His funeral was already over, so it was even less likely to be mentioned now.

But Carynne couldnt take her eyes off the obituary section.

It wasnt the person she was thinking of.

Even if the boy, Prince Lewis, didnt matter to him.

The only thing that was important to him was Carynne.

Did you know about Prince Lewiss death?

Yes, Miss. It was about ten days ago

You knew?

Yes it was in the newspaper. Why do you ask?

No, its nothing.

Carynne asked the maid, but the maid simply answered calmly. Carynne wanted to ask how she could be so composed, but she couldnt. The answer was obvious. Verdic didnt consider Prince Lewis as important as Crown Prince Gueuze.

It just saddens me that a young child died.

Carynne had no choice but to reply like that. She worried her voice might crack, but it came out perfectly normal. It was a relief. Carynne then turned the page of the newspaper.

This was the reaction of a normal person.

Whether Prince Lewis died or Crown Prince Gueuze lived, it was none of her business. It was just news in the newspaper. A story from another world.

Theres just one thing that mattered to heronly one person important to her.

The only thing that mattered was Raymond and herself.

Im thirsty. Could you bring me some water?

Yes, Miss.

* * *

Should I call you Sir Raymond, or Baron Raymond now?

Marquis Penceir asked Raymond in a strained voice.

Since Ill officially be appointed as the household head tomorrow, Baron is fine, Marquis Penceir.

I see. Youll be attending the funeral and then heading down there. It might be better for you to stay down there for a while. The situation is complicated right now.

Yes.

Raymond responded briefly. His voice didnt contain much energy. He was about to receive a barony and a major military distinction, but the mood was too somber.

The marquiss nephewthe future kinghad died. Was he also grieving?

Marquis Penceir sighed.

Prince Lewis had died suddenly. Someone had killed him. The announcement of his death was delayed for an appropriate time, but Prince Lewis had died instantly at the scene.

I truly loathe my cousin.

Marquis Penceirs lips twitched before they were then closed. His thin lips quivered. He turned his head towards the window.

It was late summer. The sound of crickets and chirping birds was at its peak, but the one who should have died lived, and the one who should have lived died.

It was a day far too beautiful for someone to die.