The Princess Wants to Live (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 105

Tyson faithfully carried out the order to warn the princess.

Of course, true to his style, he abandoned any semblance of sophistication or finesse, opting instead for something extremely simple yet undeniably effective.

Naturally, it was still a plan without a plan—except for the part where Greta would be taken hostage in a dangerous situation, which he conveniently omitted.

In any case, its effectiveness was beyond doubt.

If a tent twice as large and heavy as those used by diplomats crashed down onto Olivia with a thunderous roar, the outcome was obvious, wasn’t it?

It was so excessively violent it seemed to cross the line of a mere warning—but since neither Greta, who gave the order, nor Tyson, who carried it out, cared as long as Olivia didn’t die, it was entirely possible.

No, they likely thought it would be better if she died right here and now.

After all, even those without brains knew that the chaos of a crumbling empire would erupt faster, fiercer, and on a grander scale if the next emperor perished.

Naturally, Bonita of the Heinder family—Marquis of the Empire and scion of a long-established lineage—would never have thought that way; she was too busy handling unsettling reports from the Imperial Palace and enforcing the overarching premise of “peace” as she was pushed down from the palace.

Thus, the warning born from the collaboration of two brainless yet immensely powerful individuals seemed ready to crush Olivia as she stepped out of the tent….

But someone noticed the crack forming in the tent’s most crucial support pillar.

– Creak.

Cryer, who had blocked Greta’s path and let Tyson flee, heard something shatter along the rim of his ear.

He thought it was the sound of his own patience shattering.

His patience, worn thin from enduring Greta’s trembling whispers as she stared at him with unrestrained, smoldering desire leaking from her eyes, was finally about to snap.

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