Urana: And the Last Revenge

Episodes 2.4

After opening the closet, her slender fingers pulled one by one clothes. The disappointed expression was clear. When was the last time she wore a dress in the real world? Urana thought for a long time until finally putting on a sour face.

Just prom night. It's also a dress that does not inflate like the model in this closet. Urana harbors one big wish towards her dress. Please, give her a dress that doesn't inflate like a balloon.

Ah, meet! Urana's eyes immediately sparkled, immediately remove the woman's clothes. Elastic fabric and put a lot of knick-knacks around his chest, but Urana likes it. But when you look at the closet again, there is no dress like this there.

The time has changed, Urana.

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Urana appeared from upstairs in the black dress she had chosen earlier. The bottom part is split to show off next to the foot of the fence wrapped in matching high heels. Fortunately on the side of the split cloth was plastered trinkets that beautify the wearer. Not to forget his wet hair was left dashed, only removing two diamond hairpins on one side.

Each knock of his shoes invited the attention of the people sitting at the meeting table. Her purple beads scanned their faces with cold gazes.

Middle-aged couple in noble clothes.

Dozens of servants half bowed respectfully--no, they hesitated to salute him.

the soldier who stood showing off his gallantry grasped a weapon.

And a half-century-old man still charming in king's clothes. Yes, Urana guessed he was the king of the next region.

However, only the man was willing to stand up and smile kindly.

The rest, the gaze and grin were both cynical.

But behind her cold face, Urana still tried to remember the storyline and message from the author. If not mistaken, this was his meeting session with the crown prince.

"Spect to you, Miss Urana." He bowed with one hand clutching the chest of his field. "You look so pretty."

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Honor." It does the same thing to repay the man's respect, of course in a gentle tone. Soon they sat down in their own places, where Urana was sitting in front of the old man.

Well, it's a change even a little bit. He recalled, Urana was described as full of fear when she saw people at the meeting table.

"Can we get straight to the heart of the conversation?" Urana's stern question surprised everyone, including the soldiers who had reacted with nothing.

"Take care of your words." The mother beside Urana pressed her tone while gripping her vengeful wrist. Yes, Urana also remembered the story of her parents' own crime.

"I want him dead right now!"

"You've humiliated my name!"

"You're the unlucky bearer, Urana!"

"Why would the Count prefer a cheap woman like you, huh?"

As many negative words were ringing in Urana's head, one by one painful sounds began to come.

Glass shards.

The man who growled wrath.

People's cynical laughter.

A woman's mercy.

All together kill his brain. It destroys all parts of the ear. Deceiving his teary eyes despite staring coldly at the other person.

One day, he will destroy them all. No matter what he meant were his parents, his own palace servants, even hundreds of soldiers.

Including her legal husband when possible. No, Urana-it-will-remove her.

"Speak!" One pinch landed on his stomach, but the pain sensation was more intense. Lucky Urana grimaced faintly as she silently held the former pinch of a mother-shoved demon.

"I'm sorry?" urana asked as calmly as possible to face the good old man.

"In a moment, my son will come here" he said, throwing a meaningful smile. "If your stomach hurts, maybe we can postpone the show---"

"Can't, sir!" The whole middle-aged woman beside Urana was standing on the table. "When do you want to delay this serious matter? I'd mind if you end it with a question mark."

"Me too, Count!" The man called the father stood up. "He has committed a great sin against the son of Master, but why do you care so much about him who is not even the son-in-law of your child?"

Urana wasn't surprised at all. Based on her story, Urana is pregnant. However, still he felt uneasy as well as curious about the crown prince of the Count. Is he as handsome as he is on the cover of his novel? How brave is he? He really waited.

However, he was firm on his stance to kill the man. So, as much as possible he tried to relieve his pain.

"Look at your own child!" The count's words were full of emphasis able to silence their mouths. "He's in pain. I thought to myself: are you really Urana's parents?"

"I'm sorry for my carelessness, sir," said Urana after she felt her pain had disappeared. "I want this to be resolved immediately."

"What's resolved?"

All pairs of eyes were on the newcomers, including Urana. His purple beads shrieked and sparkled.

A black-haired man who covers half his face. His armor further strengthened his prowess. What's more there's a dry patch of blood on one part of the armor.

"A, Raie. You're coming."

As soon as her name was called, somehow Urana's anger to kill her grew even more turbulent. He dared to reply to that ice-cold sapphire bead sharply.

Raie's.... He had to kill the man, according to the message of the author who he managed to remember completely.

"Sit down, Mr. Raie." And Urana said so in a low tone. "We need to solve our problems now." []

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