Trying to pretend not to hear the weeping that filled the palace, I lifted my feet. But then, I nearly fell over from the wind, and in the end, Merem embraced me.
“Lean on me.”
His gentle voice was currently my only comfort.
It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to be weak. It felt like he was saying that to me, so I just closed my eyes tightly.
Three hours after learning about Sukrel being accused as the murderer in the Imperial Palace, the communication came.
“Sukrel is not the true culprit.”
Despite the shock not having completely subsided, I couldn’t just stay in sorrow.
If I couldn’t seize the opportunity Charlotte had provided, it would be even more regrettable.
Thus, I called Merem, Susan, Phaibel, and Giovanni Kyeongo, the deputy commander of the Astalot Knights, to serve as my escorts.
They are my actual closest aides.
Originally, Charlotte should have been here too, but…
With a broken heart, I calmly spoke as much as possible.
“Charlotte’s cause of death is poisoning. Since a suspicious bottle was found in Sukrel’s pocket, it seems like he is being accused as the culprit. Of course, Sukrel might have tried to feed me poison instead of a love potion, but in this case, he is not the culprit.”
In response to my explanation, everyone nodded slightly.
Next to speak was Merem.
“If we follow the direction Charlotte was hit from where Empress Your Majesty was standing, it leads to this. The possibility is high that someone attacked from the main palace.”
“As for the assassination tool, what is it?”
Asked Phaibel, who had been listening in silence.
Certainly, it was the first time I had seen the usually lively Phaibel so subdued.
“It’s a poisoned needle. However, it is expected to be a very special material that melts the moment it pierces the human body. The needle was not found anywhere, and no needle was confirmed on Charlotte’s body.”
“…It must be difficult to make something like that easily. Since it probably requires special skills.”
A glint flashed in Phaibel’s olive-colored eyes.
Silently affirming, Merem added in a low voice.
“It’s an extremely powerful venom that can be fatal. Handling such a dangerous substance must have required education. If someone was originally given such poison, they are no ordinary assassin.”
“…”
“So, considering all the conditions, the mastermind is likely either the Foreign Minister or the Temple. Or both. It’s more realistic to think that the Foreign Minister hired an assassin raised in the Temple.”
Although it was a secret that the Temple raised assassins, its existence had already been confirmed several times.
However, the Temple does not gain much benefit from killing the Empress. The Emperor would not necessarily inherit the succession from the Saintess just because the Empress is gone.
Surely, he would be greatly disturbed by my presence, but since the risk is greater than the benefit, he wouldn’t act.
On the other hand, the Foreign Minister had no means or vision to choose an outstanding assassin.
However, since he has a daughter, if he removes the Empress, he can push his daughter into that position.
Of course, Phaibel was aware of this fact as well.
“So, now we don’t know for sure who the culprit is. There is no evidence of who the mastermind is either.”
Lady Bertholdt, who had been quietly listening, whispered with a desolate expression. Then, the atmosphere sank into deep silence.
Usually, at times like this, Charlotte would step forward, shouting loudly to give strength to everyone. However, without such a presence, it felt unusually desolate.
Suppressing the thorns between my eyebrows, I opened my mouth with a feeling of swallowing bitterness.
“So, I will set a trap. On the day of Charlotte’s funeral, we will identify the culprit and warm the path by cutting off his veins and sprinkling blood.”
“I agree.”
“Me too.”
“Allow me to be the one to cut it, Your Majesty!”
The knights were the first to react.
To soothe their excitement and anguish, revenge was the only option.
Even if everything becomes more hopeless after revenge, it’s better than doing nothing.
“After that, I’ll have to step forward.”
At that moment, Phaibel took off his half-moon glasses and smiled.
His smile looked painfully bitter, leaving everyone silent.
“I will personally drag them to hell and thrust them into a boiling pot with my own hands.”
“…Yes. That sounds good, Phaibel.”
Choosing the three officials was Phaibel’s decision.
I couldn’t imagine what he was feeling right now.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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