The Bloody Crown

BC 25

Looking at Summer who finally responded, Richard smiled and said

"Want to know?"

Summer's line of sight looked at Richard so thoroughly that both of his eyes squinted sharply, then replied

"Aren't kids supposed to be asleep? Why are you still hanging around in the middle of the night, Prince Richard?"

Richard's brows furrowed deeply with his eyes looking at Summer with a dislike look.

He must be upset. That's what Summer thinks. And that thought made Summer step back by ignoring Richard.

As his feet began to move away, Richard's voice came back.

"Didn't you want to pray in the chapel, Princess Summer?"

Summer continued to step while cursing in her heart. Why would the strange Prince know everything he was thinking and planning?

Feeling still not getting a response, Ricrhard again voiced. This time he had to raise his voice a little because Summer's step was getting further.

"If you want to know how to win, you can find me Princess Summer"

And for the umpteenth time, Summer ignored Richard.

He continued to step towards the road that passed by as it came. Summer's direction of memory rests on the faces of the bodyguards who had passed by her when she arrived. If the face he sees is the same, it means he is traveling the right path. As it turns out, it is quite difficult to remember parts of Helstingr at night that only capitalize on candlelight and the faint light of the moon.

Helsingr is wide and wide. Many corridors that overtake, many corridors that branch to make someone prone to get lost.

After Summer returned safely to the western area of the palace, Summer finally breathed a sigh of relief. He graduated for the evening, and promised he would no longer explore places that were very far away and had complicated roads at night.

While continuing to step towards her room, Summer suddenly turned her stride. Somehow he wanted to breathe the air outside and feel the cold of the midnight wind.

Until unknowingly, it turns out that his steps have passed through the corridor of the rooms that Summer knows very well, who are the owners of the main rooms there.

"Damn! Why did you take the road from here Summer!"

Summer curses and condemns her own folly. And he hopes that he will not meet anyone, especially meeting someone who always bothers him every day. But, uh,

The door of the room he was avoiding suddenly opened. Summer almost jumped to hide if she didn't see who came out of the door there.

A tall man who slightly exceeded his older brother Ferdinand, stout like Ferdinand, with a face that looked like a mature man. Who her? It seems like Summer is no stranger and has seen her?

But the question Summer most wanted to get her answer to now was.... What's a man out of Regan's room? If it was a woman or a prostitute coming out from there, there was no way Summer would become so curious like this.

Unknowingly, Summer followed the man's footsteps. He just follows the feeling of the predator who is not for what its function. His steps continued to move softly towards the stairs to get down to the main rooms below.

"Why are you following me, Your Highness?"

Summer flinched and instantly threw away her face as very quickly and surprisingly, the man immediately turned his body towards Summer who was slumping around.

While clearing her throat a few times, and with her unfriendly face back on, Summer straightened her head again to look at the man. Then ask in the tone he made as much as possible

"You who?"

One of the man's eyebrows swooped down, while staring fixedly at Summer

"I'm Ryes Hasting, Your Highness"

Ahhh! It turned out that the man was Duke Ryes Hasting who continued to be one of the lips of the Ladies conversation at his first party!

Duke Ryes Hastings who keeps the Ladies talking about it with flirtatious remarks, and it turns out that the man also continues to be the main lip fruit in addition to his fiance and brother Ferdinand.

Summer's gaze fixedly looked at the man, her gaze clearly judging Ryes in a very noticeable manner.

Ryes who was looked at like that, raised one eyebrow again and said

"Have you been satisfied to judge me?"

Again Summer flinched and had to throb a few times to restore her composure.

"Don't be too confident Duke Hastings. What are you doing at night in Prince Regan's room?"

This time, both of Ryes' eyebrows were raised high with the corners of her lips twitching amusedly. What the hell is that innocent-looking Princess? Wasn't it too blunt for her to easily pull out the contents of the question in her head?

"I have a business, Your Highness. Men's business that I can't explain to you. Sorry"

Despite wanting to laugh, Ryes still answered Summer politely.

And Summer who had just realized that she was showing too much curiosity, quickly turned around. Damnit damnit! why are you so stupid Summer!!!

Seeing Summer who had just left in a disrespectful way, Ryes could only smile amusedly and say

"Helsingr's palace is not as calm and safe as it seems. I just want to remind you if you don't take a walk in the quiet time of midnight like this. It's dangerous here, Your Highness Princess Summer"

Although Summer did not give any response, but both of Summer's ears could clearly hear Ryes' words.

Alright, it seems, it is time for Summer to sleep and cancel her intention to go to the park.

After secretly confirming that Summer had returned safely to her room. Ryes turned back her steps to return to her room.

"His grey eyeball is very similar to that of the Ice Queen, Rai"

Richard's sudden voice made Ryes glance at him for a moment, then spoke indifferently

"Don't bother Richi"

Richard disliked it

"I'm not bothering him"

"Then why do you keep following him?"

And the question that led to Ryes's crushing statement, immediately made Richard frown without being able to refute again.

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At night, as usual. The wind was blowing quite hard in Francia.

George, who had just finished his meal and took his pills, began to enjoy the view of the night sky from one of the best rooms in Rembrantd's palace.

If usually George really likes the concentration of the night sky in Yorksire, but tonight he could not enjoy everything well.

The reason is only one. Because of disgust.

George was really sick of going back to that place and smelling the whole rotten scent of the palace. But unfortunately, because he had to be there longer than the time he had planned. At least, after he could see what kind of jerk he had dared to reject his favorite grandson.

"George, Farel's already taken him"

Without knocking on the door and just walking in as usual in Yoursire, Edward went into George's room and put down what was in his message.

George's steps immediately turned to go to the table that had been placed by Edward.

Edward glanced at George who started to sit on the chair and grabbed the map he had ordered. I don't know what George wanted, but Edward was very curious and finally spewed out questions that continued to stick in his head

"Actually, why did you ask for a detailed map of the Odessa kingdom?"

With the hand that had spread the map to the table, George glanced at Edward for a moment, then replied

"Searching for answers"

"What answer?"

George did not answer again, and began to focus on the map. Edward, who saw that George had no intention of opening his mouth again, began to shut up and pay attention to what George saw.

For a moment, George chuckled. The sound of ruckus was very cold and gripping in Edward's ears.

"Why George?"

George's hand rolled back the map and immediately thrust the map in his hand at Edward.

"Burn this, Ed"

"Huh?"

Edward looked at George in confusion. But George did not intend to explain, or open his mouth again.

Although now Edward almost died because of curiosity, but he knew himself enough. And finally obedient

"Good, sir"

"I want to sleep Ed"

Once again, Edward nodded obediently and replied

"Yes. Good night George"

"Good night Ed"

After Edward came out the door, and the door closed. Both of George's hands were folded in front of his chest. And it was not long followed by the sound of its cold hardness echoing in the silence of the night.

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If Anastasia is usually close by relying on herself, this time there is someone sending her along.

Marquess Steven's. Their grandfather's distant cousin, George.

"Good day gentlemen.this afternoon we will not linger. Please open the parchment we have prepared"

Someone who is considered a new person comes and immediately speaks in the meeting without introducing himself, making a gentleman finally make a sound.

"You who? and what are you doing here?"

Finally someone opened his mouth. Anastasia who was waiting for the question to appear, glanced at Steven for a moment and immediately opened her mouth

"He's Marquess Steven. It used to be the advisor and distant relative of the late His Majesty King George"

"Then what is he doing here? Wh-wh"

"Help me to lead meetings and solve problems"

Anatasia immediately cut and weighted the words of a gentleman who had not finished speaking

Patiently, Anastasia waited. Waiting if there might be someone else who will ask the question. But, they all just kept quiet by starting to read the contents of the parchment that had been shared.

Seeing if there were no more attacking questions, Steven glanced at Anastasia. Anastasia who was in the lyrics just gave a short nod while staring at all the faces on the chair that had changed pias.

Half Anastasia's smile came out. But, it instantly disappeared when someone who was very much in his hatred made a sound

"It's a threat?"

"certain"

Anastasia quickly answered Sean's question while looking at the man sharply.

Sean was smiling crazily

"Proofs like this are useless"

Brakk!!

Carelessly, Sean simply threw the parchment in front of Anastasia's desk. Which puts Lucas on standby. Steven, with his head coldly smiling, looked at Sean and all the gentlemen who seemed to support Sean by putting the parchment roughly on the table.

"remarkable. At the age of seventy-seven years. For almost fifty years I have been the right hand man of the late King George. Recently I saw a very presumptuous and very brave event like this. It's only natural that Trancia was so fucked up"

Steven said, grabbing the parchment lying in front of Anastasia's desk. The parchment Sean just threw.

Calmly, Anastasia folded her hands in front of her chest

"So, you guys don't mind even though I'm going to hand this over to Her Majesty Queen Francesca?"

"That's evidence and results a few decades ago, even you haven't just learned to walk at that time. Not new, Your Highness. You can't use that to pressure us. This is our kingdom"

BRAAAKKKKK!!!

"YOUR KINGDOM!!!"

Anastasia's feet were already standing up after pounding the table and shouting loudly. His direction of vision looked at someone who had just made his anger boil over.

He is Sean's uncle, Ivan Serbie. Someone who from the beginning Anastasia suspected of being the brains of poison with her nephew, Sean.

Both of Anastasia's eyes glazed sharply, her lips fizzing sharply

"This is not your job"

"We were born here! we even lived longer in Trancia! long before the Crown Princess fails like an-"

BRAAKKKK!!

Ivan rubbed his instantly throbbing forehead as a Parchment floated from Anastasia's hand to her forehead.

And not enough to get there. Ivan flinched as Anastasia stepped up to him and immediately pulled both of his shirt collars. Make everyone there hold their breath.

"Corruption, murder, slavery, making a tacit tax is tantamount to blackmailing small farmers!! you're saying it's just the past and it should be forgotten? that's it?!!!"

"Please calm down, Your Highness. An-"

"You can even sell another human life!! use the name of the Church and corrupt Cardinals to satiate you and threaten!! What do you call yourself huh! and you say this is your kingdom? you are soiling the land of Trancia that you can even use the Church for the sake of your disgusting sin!!!"

Anastasia snapped firmly at Ivan's collar while staring at everyone there.

Anger, disgust, disappointment, and dirty. All bad things instantly gnawed at every breath of Anastasia.

"You used confession to ask for money from it! you used the name of the Lord and His house to drag the young people you sent into slavery!!-" With two teary eyes from his penetrating anger to the seventh heaven, anastasia's lips are sharp. "It is fitting that this Trancia never prospers and always cannot be happy. THIS KINGDOM IS DAMNED!! THIS WORK WILL NOT BE ABLE TO RECEIVE THE BLESSING OF THE GOD YOU HAVE ABUSED!!!"

"Your"

"I was lucky to be the failed Crown Princess and become a coward by surrendering to Francia. Otherwise, I will also be cursed in this disgusting land of Trancia!!!"

Lucas and Steven just kept quiet and glanced at each other. They held back and could only remain silent because they were quite surprised by the facts Anastasia had just spouted.

It's insane! the people there are crazy!!

And what was it?.. This has been going on even from the time Anastasia still can't walk properly? is Trancia really the lair of demons?

It gets colder and starts to get worse. Anastasia who initially wanted to start the negotiations and was a little kind if she could see the sincerity of the gentlemen's change feelings there, seemed to be attracting her interest.

"Please"

"Yes Your Highness"

"I changed my mind-" Anastasia began to step in after previously asking Steven to follow her from his gaze. "Burn them in their sins"

"YOUR HIGHNESS!! YOU-"

Ivan's mouth came to a halt as Anastasia was already out the door.

Lucas was there and said

"Chris. Her Highness changed her mind!"

And after Lucas's scream. The glass broke with many bottles that were thrown from the outside, and entered from the window.

Many bottles were flying and smashed on all floors. Which makes all the gentlemen panic, Sean is no exception.

He was really surprised. Very surprised if Anastasia who he knew, Anastasia who always tortured him first. It really turned into a monster.

Sean knows what those bottles are. He knew that this would be a vicious murder!!!

Those who were inside started to panic, and grew even more panicked.

Lucas, who had grabbed a bottle by holding the lighter in his hand, looked at Sean who was staring in all directions. Looking for a way out, huh?

Lucas steps that turned out to be standing in front of the broken window, making the situation even more panicked.

They tried to break another window that had not been doused with oil. Some of them also tried to break the door.

And the commotion due to fear, has begun to break out.

Lucas' hand moved, turning the lighter on. To burn the end of the bottle cloth he held.

And,

BOOM!!!!

Lucas's feet quickly jumped out the window with screams from inside the room.

When he stepped outside, Chris and several bodyguards immediately followed Lucas' steps

"It looks like some of them could definitely escape Luc. Should we go after them?"

Chris' words made Lucas smile on his side.

"No Chris, let them. This is just a very harsh threat that Her Highness is showing. Luckily for them, it was not Her Majesty Queen Francesca who handled this. Otherwise, it's been a long time since their heads and bodies have separated"

Chris agreed.

"I don't know if they're this crazy"

Lucas just kept quiet and lost his mind. Same with Chris.

They are both lost in thought, if only natural Her Highness they can fall ill because they take care of all this.

Because of the sins of the nobles of Trancia, it is very disgusting

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