To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 049

49.

She dipped the quill deep into the ink and set it upon the parchment. She began writing in the crooked slang of the Eastern pirates.

‘First. Spotted by River. Doesn’t seem intent on betraying. Keep close watch. Prepare access to hidden assets at the sea bank, ready to vanish at any moment.’

She quickly dipped the dry, creaking quill into ink once more.

‘Second. Think of ways to locate Nick. Find means to contact the Maritime League. Who would be suitable? Benjo? Harriet? Attempt contact, even by letter.’

‘Third. Investigate the curse Calypso mentioned. One curse at a time? Are there other witches besides her?’

‘Fourth. Prince, Calypso, Nick—connection? How exactly?’

She had been scribbling down thoughts haphazardly, but when she came to her senses, she realized she had repeatedly drawn thick circles around the words ‘How exactly?’—just as messy as her scattered mind. Rosetta gave up on further organization and set the quill aside.

At the same time, she immediately tossed into the trash her earlier plan of writing letters to Harriet, the first mate of Toulon, or Benjo, the cook at her favorite tavern. It had only just dawned on her that not a single one of those ruffians had ever properly learned to read or write.

She rubbed her temples as a faint headache began to rise. Whatever the solution, it could wait for now. After marrying Montrosa, returning east was already certain.

But tightening the noose around Nick’s neck would have to be handled with extreme caution. Few were as simultaneously favored and distrusted by pirates as nobles, and Nick was a man whose suspicion rivaled that of a rabid wild boar.

One misstep, and he would easily slip from her net—unless she directly invoked Montrosa’s name. She intended to exact death from any traitor, but she had no intention whatsoever of relying on Cardier or Montrosa’s power to carry out that punishment.

Revenge was a deeply personal grudge, an insatiable desire. Having resolved to wear Lea’s shell, she could not turn her back on her past life. She willingly accepted the fate of a gravedigger, standing guard before the sunken tomb of the ‘Red Dawn’ in the salt sea.

Yet there was absolutely no reason for anyone else to risk themselves for this revenge.

“You’re up early.”

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