
The commotion of footsteps came rumbling behind Sir Leonhard, about ten seconds too slowly, and the Royal Guards surrounded Niklas and Hilde.
“Call doctor! Our top priority is to take care of the wound! "
After a quick confirmation that Hilde was not hiding a weapon, a female guard started to stop the blood flow. Pale Hilde was terrible, but it didn't seem to get worse.
Niklas, on the other hand, all his weapons were taken with the exception of his ceremonial longsword. He offered no resistance, both hands raised in surrender, but he did not look like a cornered man.
Finding her behavior suspicious, I watched her as she raised her gaze and met my eyes.
"Your Majesty .. my deepest apology. ”
“…………”
What does he want to say after we reach this point? I remained vigilant as he began to bow towards me. The surrounding guards stopped him before he could step closer.
"I just wanted to protect you, Your Majesty, but it seems like I stepped out of line. ”
What did he mean? I can't understand it at all.
Without giving me a chance to pursue my thoughts, Niklas loudly began to argue for his case.
“I suspect the woman is after your life, and is driven by circumstances to act quickly. Due to my lack of experience, I exposed your royal self to danger ... what can I do to prove myself? "He pleaded with me with a strong spirit in his voice.
“…………”
Even his expression looked like it was begging, and the Royal Guards around him looked on in bewilderment.
“That woman makes me revenge. Maybe that's no reason to support my cause, but if nothing else, I should ask you to believe in my sincerity. I ... will never simply turn a traitor into your honorable self. ”
Ahh, I understand now.
Because of his devotion to me, my loyal knight could not let the traitor escape, and went on a rampage. Or something .
Cornered, the woman hates him and tries to drag his good name with her as a fellow conspirator, but it's a lie. He's completely innocent! Or something .
That's what she meant to talk her way out, with her shabby little drama.
“…………”
Don't underestimate me—!
Anger welled up from the depths of my soul, strong vertigo hitting me.
So you intend to be comfortable with me to use me, while selling my precious friends for gold? You have no intention of doing a single thing for the girl you persuaded and utilized?
You piece of trash … !!!
"ME-I"
I won't let you get away with that poor excuse! I almost screamed, but I stopped.
Sir Leonhard stood behind Niklas, his gaze so strong that it penetrated me. The moment I met his eyes, those words got stuck in the way out and I swallowed my words. No sound came out from his lips, but it seemed like they formed the words, "hold it with him".
Is that my imagination?
… No, not that.
I looked at the ground and sighed.
Calm down, gather your thoughts, I repeat to myself.
Why did Hilde appear before me?
If it was for the purpose of killing me, as Niklas implied, it was too rude to try, and he also had no previous motive. If I believe him, then I cannot assume he has been sent by her, right?
Except, Niklas also did not profit from killing me, and what just happened before my eyes was probably a bad show to make me think like that. Or, maybe he's already approached to use me as a hostage to take control of Lutz.
If that's the case, then he must be watching us somewhere.
And in exactly the same way, Sir Leonhard by that time happened to have done a similar surveillance, but on Niklas, not me.
In other words…
To lure the great fish hidden in the depths ...to lure Sckellz, the warlike nation, this poor nation will be free.
“…………”
Was it on my father's orders? Or maybe, my brother?
I really did not see this coming. Nothing is clear to me.
But, no matter how stupid I am, one thing is clear.
"I understand," I said in a calm voice, keeping my anger locked inside. Moving my stiff muscles, I forced my face to smile.
Smile, Rosemarie. You can't let your face become unsightly now.
If you are just a useless burden holding everyone back, the least you can do is show them a decent smile from a princess.
"So, did you save me?"
"Your Majesty…!"
Relief spread on Niklas's face.
Am I convincing enough? Did I see the part of a young girl who showed her gratitude to the knight who had saved her?
"Niclas. ”
Under my crossed hands, my nails felt my palms.
I bear the burning anger within me.
In order for my disgust not to mix, I carefully controlled my voice.
"Thank you . ”
It was the first time that the words I spoke had the opposite meaning of my true feelings.
While I thanked him, inside I shouted, "Go to hell, you jerk!"
"I'm not worthy" he said in a carefree tone.
I resisted the urge to punch him in the face, and turned my back.
I want to get away from this shit as soon as possible. I almost started running, but I controlled my impulse and moved through the hallway with measured steps.
Just as I was about to turn, making the huge noise behind me fall to an almost inaudible level, I was stopped.
"Your Majesty . ”
“……”
I gulped, and reflexively stopped. Mentally, all I wanted to do was escape, but I could not get rid of Sir Leonhard.
Since when did he replace Klaus?
I've been so focused on myself that I haven't noticed.
"Yes?" I answered him as calmly as possible.
Please ignore the slight hoarseness in my voice. Sorry for not turning around.
Not because I gave him cold shoulder — I can't look back.
I put up a pretense of serenity, but a glance at my face would immediately reveal my inner turmoil. The wrinkles between my eyebrows could not be removed, and if I relaxed a little, various liquids would start to come out.
I don't want to show her pitiful face.
The sound of his footsteps was getting closer.
“…………”
Don't come. Please stop .
Maybe he heard my wish, because he stopped, far enough his calm voice barely reached.
A silence fell between us.
After hesitating for a while, he sighed.
"Your Majesty," he said again. “I'm really sorry. ”
"Huh…?"
I was tense at his unexpected words. Wh why?
Why did Sir Leonhard apologize? The one who should apologize is me.
"Please leave the rest to us" he said, ending the talks and leaving me in trouble.
Not even considering the disastrous state of my face, I turned around, but I was already too late. He no longer faced me, he was gone.