Dear Eddert - Chapter 73
Chapter 73
Translator: effe
“That… that is…”
“To die at the hands of someone like you would be a disgrace, Peter.”
Cedric considered the name Sernotti as his own honor. So it was natural that Peter’s decision was something he could never understand in his lifetime.
“You keep spouting nonsense……to the end.”
Peter turned and began to run away.
“…huht…”
What stopped Cedric’s movement as he chased after him was the faint moan from Ayla. When he supported Ayla, who was on her knees on the ground, her frail body trembled in pain.
“Ayla…”
Cedric’s ashen gaze distorted.
“She’s a traitor! Kill that wench!”
“Filthy whore! Blood can’t be denied, it seems!”
Swish!
The moment Cedric’s eyes flashed with anger, his sword moved quickly, emitting a sharp light. Without even turning his head, he cut down the two assassins from Kaplan’s group rushing toward Ayla. In an instant, the mouths of the fallen ones were torn apart by Cedric’s sword.
“For, forgive….me….Mister…..Cedric…huht!”
Ayla, cradled in his arms, forced her lips open with great effort.
“Don’t speak, Ayla. Don’t exert yourself until the doctor arrives.”
Cedric murmured softly as he tended to her wounds. Ayla tried not to make a sound, clenching her teeth. It was hard to tell if the pain was from being stabbed by a knife or from Cedric’s complicated gaze.
It seemed that it was her fault that his normally calm ashen eyes was shaking.
“I’m sorry…”
“I told you not to talk!”
Cedric’s lips erupted in a scream-like shout, and his chiseled face contorted into a mess. It was now, at this moment, that he finally understood why Ayla, who had returned with Kaplan, had attacked only Peter from the beginning.
His eyes, filled with anger and frustration, revealed this realization.
“Explanations can wait until tomorrow… when it’s daylight, Ayla.”
Tears welled up in Ayla’s blue eyes.
Can she see him even after this night passes? Will he forgive her for running away without saying anything?
“If you die now, I will never forgive you.”
Cedric clenched his teeth in anguish and muttered with frustration. He had trained on double agents multiple times, and he was the one who should have realized that Ayla was more than capable of such a feat.
“Haa…”
As she stood frozen, Hyemi’s lips released a pained breath. Her eyes, now even more teary and heated, fixated on the scene unfolding before her.
Ayla, lying wounded after being struck by the blade, Cedric stopping the bleeding while grinding his teeth. Sernotti Castle ablaze in various places, knights of Sernotti risking their lives to confront the invaders, and the echoing cries of pain from all around.
Why…?
A hot rage spread throughout her body from deep within her chest. The fear that had once filled her mind seemed to wash away completely. There was only one emotion occupying her thoughts, anger.
Unexpectedly, white snowflakes began to fall from the black sky.
Dong-dong.
The wind caused the bells to sway.
On a night much like this, a snowstorm had raged. She had undoubtedly faced a situation similar to this one. Her teeth clenched at the brutal scene laid out before her.
Her tear-filled eyes flashed with a dark resolve. She might not have known back then, but she did now.
No forgiveness.
For them, who tried to kill her, for Walter who they killed, and for all the comrades she laughed and cried with, they won’t be forgiven.
I will never forgive you!!!”
Hyemi ran towards Peter, who was fleeing towards the south of the square.
“I’m going to kill you…!”
Hyemi chased after Peter with a fierce determination. Her heart pounded so rapidly that it couldn’t possibly beat any faster.
“Hiick….. What…!”
Peter turned around and saw her rushing towards him. The moment he confirmed that there was no sword in Hyemi’s hand, he started attacking her, swinging his blade.
“Everything… It’s all because of you…!”
If Eden weren’t the princess, there would have been no problem. He could have looked at Sernotti’s movement. Then after Christian’s coronation as emperor, he could have joined Kaplan, securing both wealth and power.
“If only you die…! If only you die, everything will be easier for everyone!”
Swish!
Hyemi stepped back just enough to easily evade the blade swinging through the air. Peter clenched his teeth tightly. He struck with determination twice, then three times, but the result was the same. She looked at Peter with a cold sneer.
“Is that all you’ve got, Peter?”
A fiery heat surged in Hyemi’s heart. She couldn’t think of anything else. Her lips moved on their own again. Peter took quick breaths as he looked at her.
“You talk too much…..for someone whose life hangs by a thread.”
Hyemi didn’t make any big movements. Swiftly and continuously dodging Peter’s flying knife, she whispered.
“It’ll take me just one second to kill you.”
Peter’s eyes, devoid of pride, turned dark. They were the same age, but Eden’s skills had always been superior.
“Peter, why is your sword slightly tilting to the right today? Did you hurt your wrist? Let me take a look.”
With an air of condescension, Hyemi chided him despite being the same in age.
“Hey, Peter. Why did you get so angry with Mr. Frank during the break earlier? I wish I had a dad who brought jerky to me during training.”
Wearing an apron soaked in the strong smell of pig’s blood, his father approached him. Unaware of his desire to avoid his father, she criticized him.
“Uwaaaahhh!”
As Peter, consumed by deep-seated inferiority, rushed towards her, Hyemi’s body leaped upward, and she kicked his chin forcefully.
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