To marry the one who invaded Eorenti, threatened your parents’ lives?
Only a mad commander could do such nonsense.
Delia shook her head vigorously to erase him and walked towards the blazing flame.
On one side of the royal garden, a bonfire was burning vigorously, just as Delia had directed.
“Anes. Bring it.”
Delia, who had approached and stopped near the fire, commanded in a low voice.
“Yes, Princess.”
Upon Delia’s command, Anes showed her the black box he had been holding.
Inside the black wooden box, painted black, was the shirt Aaron had worn when Delia escaped, neatly folded.
As she roughly pulled out the shirt, the folded shirt fluttered in the wind.
The shiny white shirt was blinding.
Delia, who had hesitated for a moment, threw the shirt into the fire.
The red light emitted by the burning shirt flickered in her blue eyes.
Her lips, which sparkled even redder under the light, were tightly closed.
Aaron’s shirt had completely burned without leaving a trace.
If only she could burn her memories like that.
Delia withdrew her submerged gaze and moved on.
Delia’s firm voice echoed through the smoky air.
“Contact Captain Zere.”
Something more urgent than Boswell was laid before Delia.
To erase his trace from her, from the Eorenti castle.
She had to erase all his traces as if nothing had happened.
Delia moved forward without hesitation, thinking of what she should do for Eorenti.
Warm sunlight streamed in between the columns in the corridor.
On one wall, a fresco depicting the founding myth of Eorenti was delicately drawn.
The wall painting, glowing gently in the sunlight, instinctively evoked awe.
But to those who always passed by, it was just a familiar background.
Between the beautiful corridors, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed.
The red ceremonial dress worn by the court official fluttered roughly with his steps.
Mei Carlo was cursing while moving quickly.
It was a special order from the great one.
‘Protect the princess of Eorenti.’
The ink hadn’t even dried on the paper where the order to protect and take care of the princess was written.
But to send it to Boswell.
This was an urgent matter that was racing against time.
Mei Carlo quickly passed through the corridor, organizing what he had to do.
Quickly send the message, prepare a backup plan, if all else fails, find a way to sneak out…
But his steps were soon halted by someone.
“Hello, Mr. Mei Carlo.”
A woman neatly dressed in a maid’s uniform greeted him.
“What is it?”
“She asked me to give this to you.”
The woman handed him a note, bowed, and disappeared.
Someone suddenly gave him a note.
As the woman turned the corner and disappeared, Mei Carlo unfolded the neatly folded note.
[Misfortune Wall 2:00]It was a very short message.
A very simple message with a location and time written.
But if it’s written in the imperial army’s code…
It was never a simple issue.
A chilly shiver ran down Mei Carlo’s spine.
[This is the time separator]The Wall of Misfortune.
A tale akin to a small superstition passed down in the southern part of the continent.
Most buildings in the south have a small door at the back.
A small consideration to allow the misfortune that followed fortune to escape without wandering inside the house.
The castle of Eorenti was no exception.
At the end of the royal garden, they had made a door for misfortune to escape.
Only that it felt like a wall because it was too large.
Mei Carlo hid his body in the trees of the backyard and examined the surroundings of the Wall of Misfortune.
The door in the Wall of Misfortune was slightly ajar.
As if someone was hoping to get out.
But who could it be?
Someone else in the Iorenty Castle who can use the Imperial Army’s code.
Just when Carlo May, unable to overcome his unease, was about to step up.
“Hello, Carlo May.”
Someone who had quietly approached aimed a gun at May’s back and greeted him warmly.
A soft and clear voice, a body scent stronger than lemon.
The presence of someone who should never be here enveloped Carlo May’s back.
May slowly turned his body and looked back.
There stood Delia, the princess of Iorenty, who had deeply pulled down her hood.
Even from the shadow cast by the hood, her eyes shone brightly with sharp vigilance.
“Nice to see you, Princess.”
May managed to keep a straight face and lightly bowed to show his respect.
“I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Likewise. I didn’t expect it either.”
Delia took off her hood and glared back at May in response.
“I did send a note in the off chance, but I never thought you would actually show up here.”
“If there is someone in the castle who knows the code, I must check. Whether we should cooperate or kill.”
Looking into Delia’s sparkling green eyes amidst the fragrant lemon trees, May sensed it.
His time as a spy in Iorenty Castle was over.
The princess of Iorenty doubted him and summoned him using the Imperial Army’s code.
He had proven the princess’s suspicions by appearing himself.
He had fallen neatly into the trap.
May took a step back and said.
“But I didn’t anticipate that the princess, who cannot cooperate or be killed, would show up.”
“I’m glad. You’re not going to kill me.”
“When did you learn the Imperial Army’s code?”
“I didn’t exactly learn it…”
At May’s sharp words, Delia just shrugged her shoulders.
“You probably know, but I had the opportunity to closely observe the commander of the Empire”
Delia handed a small piece of paper she had in her hand to May.
“I just happened to see this character there.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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