Chapter 15
-ˏˋ♡꒷︶꒦꒷︶︶🌸︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒷♡ˎˊ˗
(Reden’s 3rd Person POV)
Dark red blood flowed from her mouth.
She hurriedly covered it with her fingers but it was helpless. Blood flowed through the gaps before she could do anything to prevent it.
‘What’s going on?’
Reden couldn’t figure it out. She was perfectly fine until recently. She claimed she only hurt her arm.
Plop.
Renée spilled so much that a pool of blood dripped to the ground. At the same time, she staggered as if falling, and Reden caught her reflexively.
Just a while ago, her clothes, which had only been slightly dirty, were now stained with blood. Her mouth wasn’t the only place that was bleeding. Her stomach was bleeding too.
“You have to use healing magic right now! If she bleeds this much, she’ll die!”
Nearby, someone shouted at Reden devotedly but that didn’t reach him. Reden was deaf as if his ears were submerged in water.
How did it end up like this? With a blank mind, Reden looked back on what had happened so far.
With a boiling fever, she went back to the mansion, woke up within the day normally, and made a strange expression after declining to attend the banquet, but he followed her otherwise here.
He was suspicious but he just thought it would be better to keep her by his side and see what she does.
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And now……
Pale face. Neck stained with blood, drooped body, and weak, closed eyes due to the constant vomiting of blood.
She looked like she was about to die at any moment and seemed to be at peace somewhere. Reden just stared blankly at her.
Somehow, this scene was not unfamiliar.
Yes, it wasn’t unfamiliar.
-ˏˋ ━━━━━━ ʚ🌸ɞ ━━━━━━ ˊˎ-
(Renée’s POV)
Today’s Last Mission
“At the week-long welcome banquet for the Hugo Knights, let’s throw a noble into a cake and humiliate him!”
[Tl: I debated for a second if it’s ‘throwing the cake to the noble’ instead, but nope, XD the noble itself is the one being thrown omg hahaha.]
I sneaked a glance at the unanswered mission and gazed at the cake on top of the white table.
Do I have to throw a noble on that cake?
Ha…
Just imagining it made me stressed.
If only the first mission wasn’t to push Catherine from the top of the stairs….
Or the second mission wasn’t ordering me to set fire into Reden’s room…
I wouldn’t have had to come to the banquet like this.
“What kind of trick should I do to succeed in this mission?”
As I was quietly sympathizing with myself, Reden, who had finished talking to other nobles, whispered.
“Be honest with me. Why did you come with us here?”
