CHAPTER 79……………………………………
âRight?â
I asked with a smile. Karsatuna hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.
âEven if I tell you Igrene wouldnât cooperate with a spy, you wonât believe me.â
In the princessâs mind, I was already someone untrustworthy.
The kingdom had a fairly strong monarchy. I had fallen out of favor with the kingâs daughter, the First Lady herself.
âItâs pitch black ahead.â
In the past, I had been weak and foolish, and Aris had taken advantage of me.
I had thought I wouldnât fall for such schemes anymore, yet this time I had outright offended a person of power.
Karsatuna, seeing me, seemed to make up her mind and held my hand. It was cold, but soft.
âDonât worry so much, Igrene. Iâll try to persuade the princess.â
âThen you might end up out of the princessâs favor too.â
âI donât care.â
Her firm answer surprised me. Her face flushed slightly, perhaps embarrassed by my gaze.
âThe princess and I have been close friends since childhood. She wonât easily dismiss me. Right now, sheâs just troubled because this is all new to her. And aside from that, I believe in you, Igrene. Youâre not a bad person.â
I had always been curious about this.
âHow can you be so sure?â
Karsatuna blinked. I could have simply said âthank youâ for her help, but I asked anyway.
âHow can you be sure Iâm not a bad person?â
âJustâŠâ
âJust?â
âI just feel it. Youâre not bad. In fact, youâre a very good person.â
âWhat a naive girl.â
That wasnât entirely accurate. I was far too calculating.
I had reasons for wanting to survive, after all.
In truth, Princess Laratou and Karsatuna had been used in capturing the spy.
Being trusted absolutely by someone who had every reason to blame me felt strange, and I was too flustered to respond.
After a long pause, I finally spoke.
âMiss.â
âYes?â
âYouâre not⊠seeing me in another way? You know, like⊠as a man?â
I cleared my throat repeatedly.
I was usually calm in speech, but I couldnât bring myself to ask plainly if she liked me.
Karsatuna stared blankly at me.
ââŠ.â
ââŠ.â
I quickly nodded.
âNot really?â
âYes.â
âAhâŠâ
Karsatuna let go of my hand. She did it carefully, which somehow made it even more embarrassing.
âAnyway, donât worry too much. There are many who want to help you, not just me. Even Count Hubert Lorenst is looking everywhere to find a way to save you.â
ââŠ?â
Did I hear that right?
Hubert⊠for me?
âIt must be for Aris, not me.â
But Karsatunaâs expression showed she wasnât mistaken.
âIâll keep trying to persuade the princess. AndâŠâ
She hesitated, then firmly shut her mouth.
âMiss?â
âNothing. I just have some things to think about. Iâll come again later. Ah! I thought you might be hungry, so I brought clean bread and wine.â
Karsatuna handed over a basket covered with cloth.
I could faintly smell the bread.
Her silence was briefly uncomfortable, but my stomach, empty for a whole day, rumbled.
After she left, I eagerly chewed the soft white bread and washed it down with wine.
The buttery bread soaking up the wine felt like heaven, even in prison.
In my past life, no matter how hungry I was, food would never have gone down so easily.
âMaybe itâs because Iâve already experienced the worst. Still, at least they didnât send me straight to the guillotine.â
With a full stomach, my mind cleared a little.
I tried to avoid it, but the ending was still prison.
Sigh.
âIsnât there any way?â
I looked up. A semi-transparent snake shape wriggled on the ceiling. Soon, Tyrin poked his head out and looked down at me with his blue eyes.
ăWhat way?ă
âA way to get out of here. Or for you to go check on Hubert or the princess.â
ăI canât leave your side.ă
âNot much help.â
Tyrinâs tail flicked angrily.
âCanât you sweep the guards away?â
ăIf I could, I wouldnât have been eaten by humans in the first place.ă
âYeah. I didnât really expect it anyway.â
ăHmph.ă
Tyrin snorted. That was it.
âWhy so calm?â
Normally, he would have launched into all kinds of mocking remarks.
He looked unusually worried.
âYouâre not⊠worried I might die, are you?â
ăWhy wouldnât I be?ă
I blinked at Tyrinâs counterquestion.
âWell, I am his hope. The last remaining spirit. Or half-human, half-spirit, technically.â
I was Tyrinâs hope.
A tool to fulfill his revenge.
I had told him I was not Hilda and had no reason to do as he said, but now facing deathâor at least exileâmade me uneasy.
âMaybe itâs because Iâve seen how spirits get attached.â
I sighed.
âDonât worry. Even if you get expelled, Iâll help with the revenge. I may not be able to kill anyone, but just taking the priestsâ power will be enough revenge for the kingdom.â
ăWho said Iâd care about that!ă
His tail swished right past me. Following its irritated movement, I asked,
âSo?â
ăYou figure out how to survive.ă
His voice was sharp.
âWhy so tenseâŠâ
I clicked my tongue, then paused.
âAre you really worried I might die?â
ăIf you die, I wonât have the face to see Leo!ă
Tyrin leapt up, furious. When I just stared, his once-aggressive tail drooped.
ăYou are half-human. If you die, who knows what will happen. You might not even remain as a spirit.ă
ââŠ.â
Tyrin was a grumpy old man.
Now only in snake form, but in the past he must have looked the same: proud, stubborn, shouting constantly.
Yet even he smiled now.
ăWhy are you smiling?ă
âBecause it feels nice that youâre honestly worried.â
ăNiceâŠă
His tail slapped against the wall.
Every movement betrayed his annoyance.
ăYouâre a princess here.ă
âYes, by title. But now it doesnât really matter.â
ăWhy doesnât it matter? Humans care about that the most. Status! Why do they value something they canât even eat? Anyway, youâre not going to try to kill the princess, right?ă
Tyrin stared at me.
When I assured him that I wouldnât, his gloomy face brightened.
ăYes. Right. You wonât kill her! And if things go wrong, reveal youâre a priest.ă
âI canât explain my abilities suddenly manifesting. If I slip, my absorption power could be exposed.â
ăStill, youâd survive. If not, I can move as a necklace.ă
âDo you want me to beg for my life from humans I despise?â
He frowned but didnât deny it.
ăYes.ă
After a while, he finally said,
ăYour life matters most.ă
Embarrassed, I stretched and changed the subject.
âUgh, youâre called a god but not very helpful.â
ăThat was your own doing! A powerless spirit canât do much.ă
Tyrinâs temper didnât change.
He shouted furiously, yet somehow seemed upset. I wanted to tease him more, but held my tongue.
âDoes my situation really look so bad that even Tyrin is worried?â
I gazed at the gloomy prison and closed my eyes.
Behind my closed lids, Giovanniâs large, solid back appeared.
âDid he hear Iâm imprisoned?â
If this went badly, how would he react?
Would he be sad?
âOr angry?â
The thought made me laugh strangely.
I felt a bit better.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes.
Tyrin, who had been quietly watching me, flinched.
âAll right. We canât just wait here forever.â
ăWhat do you mean?ă
âFirst, untangle this mess. Iâll call the guard.â
I immediately began banging loudly on the bars.
âWhat are you doing?!â
The angry guard entered, shouting.
âCall the princess!â
âShould I have told her myself?â
Click, click.
In the carriage back home, Karsatunaâs face reflected the gloomy thoughts that had been troubling her these past few days.
âBut how could I tell her⊠that my father is a spy!â
Her beautiful face twisted miserably.
Frustrated, she lowered the window. Already in the Regatan territory, the farmers who saw her quickly bowed their heads.
Unable to watch their innocent faces, she quickly closed the window and buried her face in her hands.
She had realized her fatherâs corruption about a week ago, around the time Igrene and Arisâs trial was held.
That night, her insomnia, which had improved after meeting Igrene, returned worse than ever.
Heading to the kitchen for tea, she noticed light coming from her fatherâs study.
Normally, her melancholy kept her from noticing anything, but that day⊠why was she so curious about her fatherâs affairs?
What she overheard were her fatherâs orders to his subordinates:
To secretly support the Empireâs assassin, but if it affected this side, cut off the trail immediately.
That the noble behind the Empireâs spy attempting to kidnap Princess Laratou was none other than a noble of the kingdomâher own father.
Karsatuna covered her mouth in shock.






