Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Chapter 134. Revenge (II), Part VI

Chapter 134. Revenge (II), Part VI
Translator: Khan
Editor Group: Liber Reverie
Mielle, who eased her anxiety a little by drinking warm tea, asked Emma, “Would the princess be really angry?”
“No, miss. She even allowed you into the garden after this sudden visit.”
“I’m sure she had always been a kind person, so she will show kindness again this time, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, and besides, you are the future Duchess, who has already received the ring of promise.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
She believed Emma without a doubt because she had never been hated or rejected by anyone, but the princess only appeared when the sun was about to set.
“… Miss Isis!”
Because of the longer-than-expected wait time, Mielle’s face was very shaded as she called her name. But Isis, who didn’t even care about it, sat across from Mielle, greeting her simply. She frowned as she checked the time to see if she wanted to make a very busy show.
“I’ve been a little busy and have made you wait. I wish you’d made an appointment. I can’t believe you’re here all of a sudden… What’s your business?”
“Ah… that…”
But Mielle murmured because she had nothing else to say, although she had come. Isis, who was as cold and fierce as the winter wind, set her sights on Mielle for a while.
Emma, who saw Mielle blushing with tears because of Isis’s changed behavior that had always been benevolent, fell flat on the floor of the garden on her behalf. Mielle, surprised, called Emma’s name.
“What is it?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! They’re all my fault! I should have watched and checked by her side until she finished the job perfectly, but it was too hasty!”
Isis, who was watching her face for a moment without expression after Emma’s unexpected behavior, soon raised her mouth and put a soft smile on her face. Mielle looked at Isis with her eyes shining as if she had forgiven her.
“I know. So you don’t have to ask for forgiveness.”
Emma, thrilled by Isis’s benevolent voice, sobbed little. It was because she had been suffering so much in the meantime. Mielle was also fascinated by Isis’s friendly face and believed that she would pass the matter as lightly as ever.
“But Emma, you have to clean up what you started.”
“… Pardon?”
“I saw in the letter that there was no way to find Berry as she ran away… Isn’t that right, Lady Mielle?”
But what came out of Isis’s mouth was hard for Mielle to accept.
‘I can’t believe you’re making Emma finish it. How on earth?’
Isis kindly explained the method to the unanswered women. “It would be perfect if you could achieve your original goal, but if you do that in this atmosphere, it would only make trouble. So…”
Isis’s gaze rested with Mielle for a while before moving on to Emma.
‘No way!’ A startled Emma opened her mouth and trembled.
“You have no choice but to say that someone is the real culprit.”
“Miss, Miss Isis!”
Mielle was surprised and leaped from her seat. She then stood next to Isis. No matter how wrong she had been, she couldn’t let her go like this since she had followed her like her mother.
As if looking for an opportunity, even the Imperial Castle announced a statement that it was a terrible and awful incident, so they had to solve the case as soon as possible. If someone said that she was a real criminal, she wouldn’t die a good death.
“Wouldn’t there be another way? Emma… I can’t allow her to die.”
Mielle was about to cry at any moment.
“Really? It looks like Emma’s name is already circulating in the public, but what’s the other way?”
This seemed to be the last chance that Isis would be giving to them, so Mielle hurried on to roll her head. There must be something else. After agonizing for such a short while, Mielle opened her mouth as if she had a good idea.
“Why, why don’t we pressure the Crown Prince?”
Isis’s lips twitched after hearing such a foolish answer and replied.
“You still think I have that kind of power left”
Only then did Mielle hasten to apologize for reminding him that the Aristocratic Party had been ruined by the Crown Prince’s ruse. It was because she was in a hurry to save Emma, and she couldn’t judge the situation properly. She said such stupid things even though she knew why the princess was so busy.
And if Isis would take this incident out of her mouth… Mielle would end up confessing that she would deliberately raise a problem that could only end up at the expense of one of her maids.
“I thought you could change my mood, but it hurts me that you’ve become one of my worries.”
Miele thought so, too. She could not execute it because there was no one to come forward, and she always wanted to kill the wicked bitch.
And she was confident that it would be very easy. Wasn’t she just a daughter of a prostitute at best? Furthermore, she believed that she had heard Berry’s pledge to kill her by stabbing her with a knife if she failed. But Berry, who was mistaken for success, ran away, and things turned out to be a mess. It would have succeeded if that bitch hadn’t collapsed for nothing.
“Well, I’ll try to get someone else. Emma… I can’t…”
She wondered if she could get someone else, but she couldn’t send Emma like this, so when she made an excuse like that, Isis readily nodded
“Okay, do it your way. I don’t owe Emma a grudge, and I just want this all to end.”
Isis must have thought that no one else could do this properly except Emma, but she soon returned with a friendly face as if she had lost the heart to vent her anger on Mielle.
“I’m sure you know that well. You can’t leave a blot on this.”
“Yes…”
“It’s okay. It happens a lot. Oscar’s coming back soon, so you have to shake off the annoying thing, alright?”
Mielle nodded slowly, responding to the soothing question. As Isis said, she had to settle things before Oscar came back. Mielle hurried out of the mansion after she got her last chance. Now that Berry had run away, she had to find someone else to finish the job.
While she was savoring tea for a while in the garden where Mielle had disappeared, the butler brought Isis a letter. It was a letter with a colorful seal made of gold. It was a seal that had never been seen in the empire. The butler was filled with anxiety as he handed over the letter.
“It’s a letter I’ve been waiting for. The Crown Prince is violently rebelling, and it’s an inevitable choice for me.”
“Miss…”
When the butler tried to say something to Isis, he closed his mouth and left the garden after looking at her cold face. Isis’s mouth slowly rose as she read the open letter.
* * *
Aria immediately had a person to follow Mielle when she heard that Mielle had gone out in a hurry. It was John, a knight who had been on the watch a few times for Mielle. He was too weak to protect Aria, but he quickly found out where Mielle had been.
“The mansion of Duke Frederick…?”
“Yes, she certainly headed to the mansion. I waited for a long time, but she did not come out, so it seemed like she was talking about something very important.”
He apparently didn’t want to hear why he was so late, and John said in a hurry. So Aria handed him a gold coin and rewarded him for his job.
“Shall we go back and wait for her to come out?” asked John, contented with the good reward.
‘Not bad.’ Aria nodded, and he headed back to the mansion of the Duke.
‘Why on earth did she go to see the princess? Just to ask for advice? Or a mood change? No, in this situation that doesn’t go the way she wants, she won’t be able to afford it.’
It occurred to her that, for whatever reason, the princess might be involved in this incident.
‘But why? She’s busy right now. At a time when the Aristocratic Party is torn apart and the Crown Prince is rising, is it necessary to waste time dealing with a woman from the common people?’
She thought about the reason why, but she couldn’t find an answer. It occurred to her that the princess, who she thought highly of, was not that great.
‘Mielle with the help of the princess… I wonder what kind of solution you’re going to bring.’
She was reading the numerous letters that arrived with a lighter heart, and she heard the sound of a carriage. She opened the window to see if Mielle had already returned, but it was Cain who had gone out with the Count.
“…?”