Love You, Love You Not (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 053

The Payone Convent, a place I never wanted to return to again.

Plidas had come precisely because she thought it’d be better to just pull the nun’s hair than risk Ezra finding out she’d argued with her over not wanting to come—only for him to beat her again.

Fortunately, today’s volunteer work was at the unwed mothers’ facility located in the city district, and all she had to do was take crying babies back to their respective mothers.

Even that task was left mostly to the servants who normally worked here—their movements so quick that Plidas was merely pretending to be busy, lazily wiggling her hips without really doing anything.

During this idle time, she could quietly chew over her conversation with Viscount Fedlimid during the “Night of Lineva” festival.

When Viscount Fedlimid mentioned that this season would see the engagement ceremony between Emperor Attila and Lady Agnoman, Plidas gave a faint smile.

“If you’re going to mention both that I have a fiancée and that I should become Empress in the same breath, what exactly does that mean? And frankly, I’m curious—what’s in it for you, Viscount? Or rather, what help can you offer me?”

“If Ezra somehow leverages Her Royal Highness Princess Erwin’s popularity to regain his position… it would be a nightmare for us. He’d squeeze us even harder than he does now to become Emperor.”

“Has he got some weakness on you? If so, wouldn’t it be better just to eliminate the target altogether?”

Viscount Fedlimid scratched his chin with a thoughtful “Hmm…” at Plidas’s words, spoken without a shred of guilt about murder.

But even if she’d truly been Princess Erwin herself, her life had already been reduced to barely scraping by in an enemy nation, so she didn’t think there was anything left for her to be squeamish about—and thus, Plidas silently waited for the Viscount’s explanation.

“I’ve always opposed my father’s decision to humor that deposed prince all this time. But even so, I have no desire to become a murderer over a worthless wretch like him.”

No wonder the Viscount seemed younger than expected—the head of House Fedlimid must have changed.

“If you’d be willing to share what this weakness is, perhaps today you’d be more than just a passing breeze to me—you’d truly be Viscount Fedlimid.”

After a brief hesitation, and seeing Paedan standing near Plidas nod his head reassuringly, the Viscount finally revealed the secret leverage Ezra held over their family.

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