Regret With All Your Might (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 147

Recently, Edwin had been enveloped in the sweet sensation of receiving back the childhood that had once been stolen from him.

The warmth and tranquility of the ducal palace, his father lying in his favorite room, and…

“Your Grace. The letter has arrived, as always!”

Even Olivia’s letters, arriving teasingly just in time. All of it was deeply comforting, joyful, and left him with a pleasant thirst—like awaiting a promised gift.

Thus, the moment Edwin saw the handwriting on the envelope he had just received, he felt as though he had fallen back into reality—a reality that was happy and peaceful, yet where nothing had truly been resolved.

“What’s wrong, Your Grace? You’ve been waiting all day again…”

Brock, who had been chuckling playfully, stopped mid-sentence at the sound of the envelope tearing open. Jerun and the physician, who had been monitoring the former duke’s health, froze as well.

Never once had the duke torn open the young lady’s violet envelope like that. While Brock watched warily, the duke swiftly unfolded and read the letter. Then, folding it carefully as usual, he murmured,

“…Prepare to depart for Tristan immediately. Recapture the laborer who delivered this letter and find out if there were any strange rumors during his journey from Tristan to here.”

“Huh? Has something happened to the young lady?”

“The handwriting inside is clearly Liv’s, but the envelope isn’t.”

“Well, of course. I’ve memorized Liv’s handwriting by now.”

In that instant, Brock recalled something the duke had said before and hurried out. As the door opened and closed, Edwin clenched the torn envelope tightly in his fist, his eyes dark and heavy.

There was nothing unusual in the letter’s contents—only the handwriting on the envelope differed. There were roughly three possibilities for why someone other than Olivia had written on the envelope:

Either Olivia was too busy in Tristan and asked someone else to write it for her, or—since it was delivered by a laborer—someone had opened the letter and replaced it with a newly addressed envelope, or, worst of all…

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