There Is No Paradise Where I Ran Away To (14 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 129

Yesterday, news arrived that the individuals who had delivered Vivian’s letter had escaped prison. Count Reed, who had considered informing Mayer of this, decided instead to wrap the matter up discreetly so as not to dampen Ebelline’s excited mood.

He reinforced security and, just in case, even hid a royal guard inside the King’s bedroom—under the pretense of immediately protecting the King should Vivian Ebelline attempt anything reckless.

It was said the guard hadn’t noticed a thing until the two began dancing. That deceitful Ebelline had apparently slipped a sleeping drug into the wine right under the guard’s nose. After neatly laying the unconscious King onto the bed and undressing him, Ebelline leisurely wandered around the bedroom.

Realizing the very scenario he had anticipated was unfolding, the guard quietly emerged from the wardrobe, checked on the King, and immediately arrested Ebelline on the spot.

Caught red-handed endangering the King’s life, Ebelline’s actions served as clear proof she had approached with malicious intent. Brought before Count Reed, Ebelline remained tight-lipped, refusing to explain her scheming.

Vivian’s friends had escaped prison, but Vivian herself had been captured.

Upon receiving orders to heighten security within the palace, guards became exceptionally vigilant. To bait Vivian’s friends into coming for her, they locked Vivian in a cell and stationed royal guards nearby—

with explicit orders to kill anyone who seemed even slightly suspicious.

With the palace gates securely locked, Vivian and her friends were no better than mice trapped in a jar.

Just what had she been thinking, concocting such a reckless scheme? Once daylight came and the King awoke, the noble young lady would face unbearable interrogations—Vivian, unable to endure the humiliation, would see her entire life ruined.

When morning broke and Mayer awoke to learn everything, he flew into a rage, shouting that he would kill her. His threats carried the same ferocity as that time years ago when he’d beheaded a marquess during an audience.

It was understandable—he’d been betrayed by the woman he cherished, the one he’d longed for so deeply. While heading with the furious Mayer toward the underground prison where Ebelline was held, a royal guard came dashing urgently toward them.

The guard delivered a letter, announcing a messenger hawk had arrived from the eastern harbor.

After reading it, Mayer’s anger toward Ebelline vanished, replaced by a corpse-like pallor as fear swallowed him whole. His hands trembled violently as he turned to Count Reed, who, overwhelmed by anxiety, also inspected the letter.

The letter needed no further reading—the single, boldly printed word stamped upon it unmistakably declared its presence:

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