Chapter 250

Chapter 250

Raymond shook his head, changing the subject.

“Anyway, there’s no other way but to plant explosives in the palace. The underground area is definitely connected to Crown Prince Gueuze’s room. We can’t officially investigate such an unofficial place, and my relationship with Carynne isn’t formal. Even if it’s extreme, this is the only method. I’ll try to keep you as uninvolved as possible, Sir Zion.”

“What about you, Sir Raymond?”

“If it doesn’t work, I’ll die. Sir Zion, don’t you think dying for love is quite romantic?”

“Are you planning to blow yourself up?”

“Not exactly, but I’m not afraid to risk my life. And this is the best way right now. Will you help me? No, do help me.”

Zion sighed deeply while looking into Raymond’s eyes.

If Raymond hadn’t been hurt because of him, he wouldn’t have felt so obligated to help.

“There’s a party that Crown Prince Gueuze will attend the day after tomorrow. I’ll ask Count Landon to prepare Miss Isella Evans for it. You should enter with her, keep an eye on the situation, and inform me about the Crown Prince’s whereabouts—when he arrives, how long he stays, and when he prepares to leave. Use the second gap in the seventh terrace, like before.”

“What if he doesn’t attend?”

“Based on past behavior, he will. He has always attended that day.”

Raymond wrote the date on a piece of paper.

“People’s actions have inertia.”

* * *

“Isella, we’re almost at the palace.”

“Y-Yes.”

In the jolting carriage, Zion nervously adjusted his scarf. He loved attending parties, but he had never been this tense.

Zion’s task was simple: confirm that Crown Prince Gueuze attended the party and inform Raymond how long he would stay.

Zion pictured in his mind where the second gap in the seventh terrace was. It was a rarely used spot, secretly utilized by couples for discreet meetings. Guards often avoided that area on purpose, making it a convenient place for Raymond and Zion to exchange messages discreetly.

Zion checked the time and took a deep breath. While his task wasn’t significant, the gravity of what Raymond was planning made him anxious.

“I’ll plant small bombs in various locations. While the chaos and distraction spread, we’ll extract Carynne.”

“Hopefully, we’ll succeed in one go and succeed in rescuing her.”

Despite her trembling, Isella continued to fix her makeup and check the heels of her shoes.

“My father and mother want to hide me from H-His Highness, but they know it’s useless... It’s better to show my face... If Carynne manages to escape, I’ll be the first to face his wrath.”

“That makes sense.”

Isella seemed to be stabilizing as she checked her rings and necklace. The saying that a woman’s accessories are her weapons seemed true in her case.

While adjusting the angle of her necklace like a knight preparing for battle, she said,

“It’s better to be in the palace, pretending to be unrelated to this matter. Even if there are suspicions, it might lessen the danger. When things go wrong, I’ll scream and pretend to faint.”

The logic was sound, but she was still willingly walking into the lion’s den. Zion wanted to click his tongue but found himself admiring her bravery.

“...Isella, I kind of wish you had been born a man.”

“What? No way.”

“...Right.”

Zion extended his hand to Isella. She took it and stood up. As they walked together, Isella looked at the distant palace.

“By the way, Sir Zion, I always wanted to be a knight.”

“It’s not a great job.”

“Not as a job, but like in stories. Protecting the weak and upholding justice... I know it’s not possible in reality, and I can’t live like that, so I wanted to marry a knight.”

Isella smiled slightly despite her tense face.

“But it’s more thrilling to do it myself.”

“Then let’s go uphold justice.”

“Yes.”

They were going to rescue someone captured by a villain. Just like knights.

Even though the one they were rescuing wasn’t a princess but a country girl. And even though they weren’t particularly close.