My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 64
Even conquering emperors who unified the world were pierced through the heart by the swords of their concubines in their sleep, and heroes who defeated demon kings spilled blood from poisoned teas given by their wives.
Isn’t that just life? Having absolute power and strength doesn’t make one invincible, there are always moments beyond one’s control.
Reflecting on the many similar fates of others in her line of work, Regina felt a strange warmth in her heart. They all lived, no, they died that way, so she wasn’t alone. For someone like Yekarna, it was a typical end.
Yekarna too was ultimately killed by someone she never suspected could harm her. In the end, she had misunderstood those.
So, assuming that ‘so-and-so would never do such a thing’ is pointless. Without truly knowing someone, how can one presume to judge their actions?
‘Even Prince Iskanda, who seems like a newborn lamb, and Friedrich, affiliated with the temple, could very well wish to kill me.’
The same goes for Skyler. Although it seems he desires her body more than her life, appearances can be deceiving. His true intentions might be different.
‘Wake up, Regina Heather.’
She took her eyes off the throwing knife and dramatically staggered as she declared.
“Ugh! I can’t go on. I’m not in any state to wield a sword. It’s unfortunate, but I must withdraw.”
“What?”
“I don’t even have the strength to stand… I’ll take my leave first.”
As she bowed and exited, eyes from all around the arena followed her, including those of the Crown Prince.
“Huh.”
The Crown Prince chuckled and rubbed his chin.
“What’s that all about?”
Until the moment Regina drew her sword, he hadn’t grasped the situation. He was merely puzzled why she would act so abruptly without even starting the match. However, when the clash sounded, he realized everything and felt a chill.
Her astonishing reflexes and the dangerously precise trajectory of her blade. Anyone with eyes could see it. They must have realized that she had been hiding her skills all along. Yet, to display such skill and then suddenly claim to lack the strength to continue?
“It’s no joke.”
Is she doing this deliberately? To draw interest.
…Perhaps to catch his eye since she knew he would be here?
The Crown Prince’s expression darkened. If his schedule had been leaked, it was a serious breach.
Could the person who threw that weapon be in cahoots with her? Was the whole event prearranged? That would explain how effortlessly she deflected an attack she must have known was coming. She would have been on guard, practicing diligently to perfect that clean trajectory.
Convinced that Regina Heather had staged her withdrawal from the swordsmanship finals to capture his attention, he began to speculate about who might have leaked his movements.
“It seems my movements have been leaked. Tighten the security.”
“Understood, Your Highness.”
Despite the sudden order, his attendants did not question it.
They were somewhat aware of the Crown Prince’s mindset. Their master believed the world revolved around him. Yet, they didn’t really care. Everyone has their quirks, big and small. Their master just happened to have one that was incurable.
‘Well, his character is decent enough.’
‘He might be a bit narcissistic, but he’s competent…’
‘That’s hardly a fatal flaw.’
While the Crown Prince’s attendants were casually processing these thoughts, on the other side, Count Hartmann’s aides were in a tight spot, anxiously watching their master’s reactions.
Count Hartmann, also known as the head of the underworld, spoke up.
“Find it and bring them to me.”
“Yes.”
Though the subject was omitted, no one in the vicinity was too slow to understand. It was no secret among them that their master had taken a special interest in the young student, Regina Heather.
Whoever had dared to meddle with someone the head of the underworld had his eyes on was seriously out of luck. They wouldn’t meet a pretty end. It was now their task to locate and deliver the poor soul.
They exchanged glances, quickly dividing responsibilities before issuing orders to their subordinates. Soon, a list of everyone present at the academy’s amphitheater would be compiled. It was a simple task for the underworld’s extensive network of informants.
Originally, the underworld wasn’t such a well-organized entity. It only gained its current status after this man became its leader. There were jokes that he had the talent to run a country, not just the underworld, and he must have been a chancellor in a past life.
With his meticulous nature, when he pointed out flaws with his strictness, it indeed felt like being scolded by a real chancellor. Leaving his subordinates feeling both dizzy and in awe. They genuinely respected and feared their leader.
The culprit would undoubtedly be found.
As his subordinates bustled about, Count Hartmann, who had been known two hundred years ago as Marquis Lennon Kysis, a chancellor of the empire, stared sharply ahead.
Once was enough for him to let her slip through his fingers.
Remembering Yekarna, who had been murdered overnight, he clenched his fist. In his past life, he had tirelessly gathered information to uncover the truth behind her death.
Although in the end, he never found conclusive evidence to pinpoint the murderer, his long investigations had almost convinced him of the culprit’s identity among ‘The Seven Guardians’ .
His gaze shifted to a man sitting in the audience.
With lush black hair and enigmatic silver eyes. The man was the hope of the temple, having received God’s favor since he was seven. The youngest pope ever, Valenti. Overlaid upon this image was another despicable man with silver hair and purple eyes, radiating sacredness.
“This time, I won’t let you kill Her Majesty, Grand Duke Eldenberg.”
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Whatttt? Grand duke? Seriouslyyyy? Or just suspect?