Chapter 190

Chaptet 190

For a moment, he met Clerivan's eyes, but the cold green eyes only contained Tia again.

Fortunately, not long after, Estira rushed into the room.

"La, Lady Florentia...!"

She was surprised by Tia's unconscious appearance.

Estira immediately began to grasp Tia's condition.

And she found a scar on her black discolored finger.

"I think it's because of this..."

Then the knight who was standing back handed over the dagger.

"Before fainting, the Lady spoke of poison."

"...Poison?"

Gallahan, who remained silent, responded for the first time.

Clerivan and Bate are also a few steps closer.

Estira, who received the dagger with a careful face, opened her visit bag and tried this and that before saying.

"It looks like it's poisoned by a Titi Spider."

"Isn't that poisonous?"

Bate asked in a trembling voice.

"Yes, but fortunately we have the antidote."

"Are you saying it can be cured?"

"Yes. She'll have a hard time for a while, but she'll be fine."

Gallahan staggered slightly at Estira's answer.

He was relieved a little by saying that Tia could get better.

"Maybe the Prince was poisoned by the same poison, so I'll go and get the antidote."

Estira, who said so, ran back in, just like she did when she came in.

"Tia..."

Gallahan, who was far from the bed as if he were afraid to get close, crept up to his daughter.

Then he reached out his trembling hand and wiped Tia's forehead still.

In front of the grieving scene, all those who remained in the room had no choice but to remain silent.

* * *

Scratch.

The pants worn by the Lord of Sussew were roughly torn.

Then red blood was flowing out of the cracks revealed.

Perhaps the Second Prince's sword cut the bone, and the pain that was different from the normal stab wounds tormented him.

But Chanton Sussew poured strong alcohol over it because it was a secret wound that even doctors shouldn't know about.

"Ouch!"

A series of painful groans flowed in the burning heat of the flesh.

Chanton Sussew poured the alcohol into his mouth as well.

A knight who did not know how to protect his body with aura would have had his leg cut off.

A masked assassin approached him, as he was wiping the liquor flowing down his mouth with his sleeve.

"Why didn't you kill him?"

It was a muddy voice that seemed to scratch the iron.

Chanton Sussew ignored him and took out a bandage and wrapped it around his thigh.

Then the feisty assassin took a step closer and sarcastic.

"There must have been a gap. Are you scared to kill the Prince, or are you afraid of losing your sense of the sword so much that you can't even see the gap..."

But the assassin couldn't finish his speech.

Swoosh.

It was because the tip of the sword covered in blue aura was placed in front of his Adam's apple.

"You."

Chanton Sussew stared at the assassin.

"Why did you use poison?"

With the cool eyes seen through his messy hair flowing down, The assassin felt a sense of killing enough to injure his skin.

"Did you say there was a gap?"

Chanton Sussew poured alcohol into his mouth once again and asked in a harsh voice.

"Tell me, when did I get a chance?"

"O, obviously when the Prince tried to protect the girl..."

"Ha."

The Lord of Sussew laughed in vain.

At the same time, nervously sweeping his bangs, the red blood on his hands messed up his face all over.

"If I had pushed the sword in the meantime, my hand would have blown away."

Chanton said, growling, staring at the assassin again.

"You don't have a clue how far the Second Prince has come, do you?"

It wasn't just the thighs that were cut by his auras that ended up messing around with him.

"I'm still sore with my bones."

Chanton Sussew muttered, as he clasped and opened his right hand, which had hit the sword several times with the Second Prince.

Then he said, putting his bandage tight again.

"Tell the Empress. I, Chanton Sussew, kept my promise."

That damn promise.

Chanton gritted his teeth.

Empress Rabini was an oddly tactful woman.

That's why he's like this now.

The mask, which had cowardly covered his face, was lying on the floor.

As he looked at it, he suppressed the swearing that was rising again, and Chanton Sussew swallowed the alcohol.

"The Empress's order was to kill the Second Prince, so it's the failure..."

Whoosh.

A sudden wind blew hard as if to peel off the assassin's mask.

It wasn't the wind.

There was no way such a strong wind could blow inside the closed room.

It was an explosive attack on the assassin by the Lord of Sussew's mana.

An overwhelming sense of mana had shattered the killer's sternum.

"Get out before I kill you."

Chanton Sussew said, breathing out his life.

The assassin eventually stumbled away.

Seeing that disgusting back, Chanton Sussew collected his mana.

"Whoa."

There was a heavy sigh.

And when he suddenly looked up, he saw himself in the mirror in the corner of the bedroom.

Crack-!

The sword of the Lord of Sussew flew into the mirror and was stuck.

Thanks to the strength, the blood flowed down the bandage again.

Chanton Sussew sat in a dark room staring at himself in a broken mirror for a while.

* * *

Inside the quiet bedroom.

"Gasp!"

"Gasp!"

Perez, who was lying dead, took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

The ceiling was engraved with the world tree, the symbol of Lombardy.

Realizing that the place where he was lying was Lombardy's mansion, Perez lifted himself up.

"Ugh!"

Pain bursts as if being cut by a sword again, but that couldn't stop Perez.

There was the only one in his head.

"Tia...!"

Thud.

Perez's body rolled out of bed while moving without getting up properly.

He couldn't even control his body at will.

But Perez continued to move.

Even though he crawled on all fours like an animal, he had to find Tia.

"Yo, Your Highness!"

Then the door opened and a young man came running surprised to find Perez crawling on the floor.

It was the doctor or a person who smelled of herbs.

"You can't move yet! If the wound opens again, ah!"

Red blood was already seeping out between the bandages as if the wound on the back had barely been sealed had opened again.

"Where's Tia...?"

Perez squeezed in and asked.

"My lady is in the next room... Your Highness, don't do this and lie down again... Ugh!"

Ollier, Estira's disciple and colleagues, stopped talking under the strong grip of his collar.

"Guide me... Guide me to where Tia is."

At the desperate look, Ollier sighed softly.

"Lean on me."

Ollier said, supporting Perez.

"It must be hard because I haven't given you painkillers yet..."

As evidence, Perez's whole body was soaked in a cold sweat.

But Perez gritted his teeth and only moved to the next room that Ollier said.

Click.

Finally, the door opened and Perez found Tia lying in bed.

A strong pain that could not be compared to a stab wound in his back of the moment constrained his heart.

"...Tia."

She didn't answer.

Only her chest, which went up and down small with her breath, comforted Perez.

"A small wound brought in poison, but no other trauma."

Worried that Perez might faint again, Ollier quickly explained.

Stumble, Perez managed to get to the side of the bed and plop down into a chair.

The bandage on his back, which was already full of scars, was all dyed red.

He looked so tired and sick that there was no sign that he was the Imperial Prince.

"Don't worry... She'll wake up soon."

Even at Ollier's words, Perez couldn't take his gaze away from Tia.

There is no such aspect that has always been full of vitality.

Tia's body, trembling in fear on the running horse, was still clear.

"I'm sorry."

Perez said with his head down.

His trembling fingertips barely touched Tia's skin.

"I'm sorry, Tia."

Tes!

Tears fell from Perez's eyes with a small noise.

"I'm sorry to get you involved."

In this mess.

In this hellish road, where the Empress and he, one of the two, must die.

Heavy drops of tears permeated the bedsheet.