Chapter 93: The Saint, the Crown Princess Selection, and the Things In-Between (V)


    Lawrence, who had been waiting for something without saying anything for a while, opened his mouth.


    Then the first and thest.


    Contrary to his mischievous smile, Lawrence held out his hand politely towards Ophelia.


    Will you please dance with me?


    Just in time, the instrumental was changing into a dance. It couldnt have been more natural.


    At that, Opheliaughed.


    Did you wait until the song changed?


    Of course.


    The clever answer was like a mischievous prank from an older brother who didnt exist, so she didnt feel too bad about it.


    You said its the first and thest, so how can I refuse?


    Dancing once didnt mean she couldnt observe the saint.


    Besides, she could naturally see the whole hall from different angles as she danced, which was a pretty cool idea.


    Ophelia nced at the saint, who was somehow trying to get to Richard in the middle of the crowd, and hesitated.


    It was because gray eyes were caught at the end of her field of vision.


    Raisa Neir was not with Richard. Instead, she was moving little by little somewhere.


    Where is she going? Ophelia was about to narrow her eyes.


    Lady? My hand Im bing quite embarrassed.


    At Lawrences words, Ophelia bowed her head slightly as an apology and was about to extend her hand.


    The hairs all over her body stood up as her pupils constricted.


    Assassination


    Before the single word spilled from Ophelias lips was finished.


    <em>Kwachang!</em>


    The huge chandelier that had been shining in the center of the hall fell to the floor, and in an instant the whole hall became a mess.


    Kyaaaagh!


    Raid! Raid!


    Ugh, ugh.


    Most of those in the hall were confused by the sudden situation and the surroundings that were noticeably darker than before.


    What is this!


    Lawrence reached out for Ophelia as the chandelier fell, but she wasnt there.


    He looked around with an indescribable expression.


    It was more embarrassing to miss Ophelia than the assassins attack, but it wasnt the time to be like this.


    Catherine!


    The back of Lawrence, who ran into the center of the hall shouting his sisters name, went by.


    Ophelia was in the shadows, just two steps away from her earlier spot.


    In the midst of everyones confusion, the corners of her mouth raised.


    Isnt this an opportunity?


    After the failure to regress to the festival, Ophelia couldnt believe she was given such an opportunity to observe while thinking about where and how to stab Raisa.


    The crown princess selection, I couldnt just leave such a variable Oh!


    Ophelia tilted her head after hitting the back of the head of the assassin passing by.


    Would Richard allow this regression?


    Since he said he would not regress anymore, the possibility of ughtering all the assassins right now was not low.


    Furthermore


    I know its rted to regression, but how do you know if she has been making us regress or not?


    The experience at the festival convinced her that Raisa had something to do with this infinite return.


    That she could regress, that she had all of those memories, and that Marchioness Neir didnt even know about it.


    But she couldnt be sure, she couldnt simply cover the overwhelming frequency of sent assassins by, Oh, Raise Neir is making the regression!


    I have to make her confess


    By what means?


    Around the time Ophelia tilted her head and grabbed another assassin by the cor and put him to the floor


    The saint was rolling on the floor.


    She waspletely absent-minded.


    It wasnt because blood stters or peoples screams were ripping her ears.


    For her, who was born and raised in the back alley, it was an everyday urrence that she was ustomed to.


    Huh This is the Imperial Pce!


    The saint, who took a few steps back from a fainting youngdy, couldnt close her gaping mouth.


    There was mayhem everywhere.


    Of course, unlike the back alley, this ce was very, very bright, and the knights tried to stop the chaos.


    The fact that she had to take care of her own life was nothing special to her.


    No matter how good the knights were, this was where a lot of people gathered.


    Werent many of them high-ranking people who had never had any hesitation in rolling on the floor to save their lives, like those who live in the back alleys?


    Her instinctive sense of danger screamed, and she swallowed dry saliva.


    Im really going to die like this.


    Stabbed by a blind knife, hit on the wrong spot by something flying, or being killed was one thing.


    Ugh! It wasnt in the contract to die like this!


    The contract the saintess made as she desperately crawled toward the wall while lying t on the floor was simple.


    <em>Saint? Who will believe that nonsense?</em>


    <em>Its a tough time, believe it or not, you can get some attention. Interest soon turns into money.</em>


    <em>Thats right, but.</em>


    <em>And the most important thing is to enter the Imperial Pce.</em>


    <em>What bullshit are</em>


    <em>No, listen.</em>


    The saint recalled that time, and quickly fell to the floor to avoid the unknown fragments flying at her face.


    As expected, I shouldnt have trusted a druggie.


    Her immactely clean white clothes and essories were marked with red wine and peoples footprints, but she did not stop crawling.


    Who cares if its a contract or not. Its crazy to target the Imperial Pce from the beginning!


    At that instant, the saint who created countless suspicions and drew peoples eyes disappeared from the world so absurdly that it would make peopleugh.


    The situation was so chaotic that she seemingly evaporated in a second.


    From the moment the assassin first appeared and dropped the chandelier, Ophelia stood still and looked at one person.


    Raisa Neir.


    In the midst of chaos in all directions, she was safely protected by one of the best swords on the continent.


    It was unknown if it was heavenly luck or if she had created it, so it was impossible to determine whether the assassin was sent by her or not.


    Ophelia frowned.


    Should she just kidnap and torture like Raisa Neir did?


    Almost immediately, she shook her head hard to brush off the thoughts that had gone to extremes.


    Still, she didnt want to mess with anything less than human.


    Now wasnt the time to choose between cold or dry rice, but considering how she hadnt tried other methods yet, she thought she should leave it as thest one.


    <em>(TL/N: not the time to choose between cold or dry rice = to not be picky/choosy.)</em>


    Dodging the knife flying over her head, Ophelias eyes widened as she reached out her hand.


    She pulled Lawrence by the cor more violently than gracefully.


    It really was just a coincidence.


    It was unbelievable that Lawrence appeared right in front of her nose, just before the back of his neck was cut by the assassins sword.


    Ophelia, who had saved his life with spinal cord reflexes, came within breaths of Lawrence, whose eyes were wider than hers.


    And there was someone who captured that moment in his eyes.


    Richard, who had been suppressing his heart for Ophelia and enduring it, finally exploded.


    <em>Kwaaaak.</em>


    The sound of an assassins neck snapping in Richards grip resounded ferociously.


    At the same time, the air that wrapped around his body became an extremely sharp de and swept around like a storm, and his golden eyes sank darker than the pitch-ck night without a crescent moon.


    Not even a single drop of blood could be seen on the bodies of the assassins who fell around him without a scream or shout.


    Regardless, Richards immediate area emanated a terrible bloody smell.


    The assassin, clutching a dagger and lunging at him, died the second he realized that a de was in Richards hand.


    And Richard wasnt even looking at the assassin.


    His gaze was only on one person.


    Just on Ophelia.


    He didnt explode because she was in danger of dying, as in novels, movies, or dramas.


    It wasnt that she was hit or badly wounded by her knife instead of him, and exploded in his arms, bleeding.


    He exploded because she saved Lawrence from death.


    It was an explosion that would frighten anyone who heard it, but yes.


    From one really trivial and simple look, of Ophelia taking Lawrence by the cor and saving him from the crisis.


    Richards patience, which had been showing the bottom, snapped.


    It was because it reminded him of the time when Ophelia first met him head-on. She grabbed him by the cor and said, Lets live together.


    Even if Ophelia, the person involved, heard his thoughts, she would have waved her hand, saying it was nonsense.


    Well Wasnt there this saying?


    When you said goodbye, it seemed that all the breakup songs in the world were telling your story.


    Although it wasnt parting, it was a feeling very simr to that that had ignited the fuse for Richard to explode.


    Richardughed ferociously, and with great menace.


    <strong><em>Ame: </em></strong><em>oh my goodness, where should I start? Lawrence, you Fake saint, umm Richard, ehh oh forget it, yay PANDEMONIUM! I got my potato chips and soda, someone bring the popcorn please!</em>


    <strong><em>Dea:</em></strong><em> ive got my popcorn and im ready for the next chapter, its about to go down!!</em>