“I must have told you not to get deeply involved with Duke Valtezar….”

“What is this….”

In a completely unexpected situation, Roselia stood frozen, and the commander of the Imperial Guard, who was standing next to the Crown Prince, shouted loudly.

“Capture the author involved in the conspiracy!”

In an instant, under the brutal force of the wicked knights grabbing her arms, Roselia had to look bewilderedly at the Crown Prince and the commander.

“W-What is this nonsense! Conspiracy? This is ridiculous!”

In response to Roselia’s defense, the Crown Prince issued an emotionless and chilling order.

“Search her belongings.”

Why belongings…

Before Roselia could question it, the knights tore off her bag as if snatching it away and searched through it.

Suddenly, along with miscellaneous items falling, something golden tumbled down.

It was the symbol of the imperial family, the royal seal.

Confirming the golden object that fell from the bag, Roselia’s whole body stiffened.

Even though she didn’t know the identity of the item, she could accurately distinguish the pattern of the royal seal.

“Did Duke Valtezar order you to bring the royal seal?”

At the cold question of the Crown Prince, Roselia looked at him in dismay.

“No, Your Highness! Something is wrong. I have never stolen that!”

In response to Roselia’s protest, the Crown Prince sighed deeply in an emotionless tone.

“A person involved in a conspiracy wouldn’t accuse themselves of treason.”

“Your Highness! It’s a frame! I only came here because I heard the message from the herald!”

While Roselia shouted, the stoic commander of the Royal Guard standing silently next to the Crown Prince interjected.

“Do not try to deceive us. Can a traitor struggling for survival speak the truth?”

“…”

“Your Highness! Please…! You must know that I would never do such a thing!”

For a moment, the Crown Prince’s expression stiffened in surprise.

But soon, as if regaining composure, his eyes showed a chilly light, and Roselia couldn’t help but feel discouraged.

To the Crown Prince, who had built a wall in his heart due to aristocratic prejudice and countless betrayals, only the present facts mattered, and her words were inaudible.

As expected, a cold voice came from the Crown Prince.

Lock the author in prison.”

Roselia looked at the Crown Prince with a stunned expression.

“Yes, your crime will be determined through the royal trial tomorrow.”

Being forcibly dragged away by the knights who clung to her limp arms, Roselia could only follow them lifelessly.

Is the flow of the original work being expedited again?

The punishment for treason was death.

The image of Roselia, who had ascended the scaffold in the original work, flashed before her eyes as the shackles fell.

If there were gods in this world, they must truly despise themselves, Roselia thought.
Seated at his desk in the study, Klaus’s gaze drifted from reviewing documents to the window where the sunset was painting the sky in hues of orange.

Did he mention meeting the Crown Princess today?

Thinking about Roselia, who had visited the palace, Klaus stared blankly at the window where she had been sitting, and somehow, the fragrance of Roselia seemed to linger in the window where her warmth had long faded away.

While Klaus was absorbed in watching the window bathed in the orange glow of the sunset, a noisy procession entered through the entrance of the mansion.

Familiar royal carriages and dozens of guards surrounding the carriages were rushing towards the mansion.

Feeling a somewhat ominous vibe, Klaus furrowed his brows. At that moment, Steward Jeffrey, who never opened the study door without permission, rushed in with a disheveled appearance.

“My Lord! You should come outside! From the royal palace…!”

Even Jeffrey, who never opened the study door without permission, was acting in a hurry, freezing Klaus’s expression.

“I know.”

In no time, with Steward Jeffrey and Alejandro, Klaus left the mansion, and the procession of royal carriages came to a halt in front of him.

Coincidentally, Closet, who was enjoying tea and snacks in the garden, rushed over with a puzzled expression upon seeing the procession of the royal guards.

“The royal guard? Why are the knights gathering like this?”

Not understanding English, Closet made a perplexed expression. Klaus coldly spoke, blocking her way with his arm.

“Step aside, Closet.”

As the door of the royal carriage opened, a man who seemed to be a messenger approached Klaus with a letter bearing the royal seal.

Behind him, the royal guards, dismounted from their horses, were standing in a defensive posture, ready to wield their weapons at any suspicious movement.

“Duke Valtezar, signs of suspicion of rebellion have been detected, so until further instructions from His Highness the Crown Prince, Valtezar Manor will be surrounded under the inspection of the Royal Guard.”

For a moment, a startled gasp was heard from Steward Jeffrey behind Klaus.

Closet, Alejandro, and Melda were also in shock.