Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 312

The man before her eyes was unfamiliar. Yet the name “Sir Elco” rang a bell—not because he himself had left a strong impression, but because Crown Prince Alfonso had spoken it with such fervent emotion just before departing for Galico.

Even in the final letter he left her, Alfonso had not forgotten to mention him.

—“Ari, I’m going to Galico to bring Sir Elco back.”

That letter, left behind in her bedroom on the day he departed San Carlo—the very last tender note he ever wrote to her—bore Sir Elco’s name.

—“I can’t just stand by and do nothing for someone who got hurt because of me.”

She had reread that letter hundreds of times. She could never forget that name. She stared wide-eyed at the tall man standing before her.

To be honest, her memories of the incident in Queen Marguerite’s private chamber were faint—blurry, even. They consisted only of a vague sense of intense emotion and hazy peripheral details.

She had steeled herself for social ruin after being saved from death; Alfonso had held her hand tightly without letting go; and Queen Marguerite, surprisingly, had remained composed.

Then, one of the prince’s knights, out of loyalty to Alfonso, had stepped forward, volunteering to surrender himself to the Galico side in Alfonso’s stead. She remembered the event itself—how could she forget?—but the person involved remained indistinct. All her focus had been fixed entirely on Alfonso and Queen Marguerite.

Now, however, seeing Sir Elco carried a different significance.

This was the very man Alfonso had gone to rescue. And it instantly made sense why, despite his disabilities, Sir Elco was still able to move about the court—he enjoyed Crown Prince Alfonso’s powerful protection.

‘Alfonso…’

You’ve succeeded in what you wanted. Though our relationship shattered because of your departure, you did ultimately save him.

Ariadne stared silently at the tall, gray-haired man, caught in emotions too thick to call simple regret, yet too complex to describe as mere clarity.

He had lost an arm and both eyes, yet Sir Elco was alive. And because of his sacrifice, she too had survived. It would only be natural to feel gratitude toward him.

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