As time passed and night fell, Rieta continued to sleep.
The moon was about to rise. Emile hid his body near the tent where Rieta was sleeping.
They say gentlemen are simple.
He chuckled to himself and secretly looked at the two men coming out of the place where Rieta was sleeping.
They watched her carefully while the sun was up, but at night they left her as if it was an obvious matter.
Since that was what a polite gentleman should do.
The sky became increasingly darker, and the mountains became quiet with no visible lights.
Soon, movement was felt inside the tent.
It must’ve been Rieta’s maid.
Emile had already told her that they would be leaving tonight.
Since she was also one of those who had received orders from King Liz, she did not particularly object when told that they had to hurry to the border.
Soon the maid was seen coming out, so Emile quickly ran out and placed Rieta on his back.
The moon had just risen, so a feeble light fell on the dark surroundings.
“Go to where the mercenaries are. Soon the light will disappear because of the clouds.”
He made the maid hurry first, and then he followed the maid.
Quietly. A little slow.
He was walking very slowly. Because…
Because it would be annoying if the wound opens again.
If he carries the Princess roughly, the wound would open again.
And that would be very difficult.
Again, because there were no doctors in their group.
What a foolish King.
Emile bit his lip.
Did it make sense that there were no doctors that were part of the Princess’ procession?
There were not even knights, soldiers, or subjects in charge of diplomacy here.
At least when selling a product, there should be accessories that went along with it to make the product look authentic.
It looked like King Liz really wanted to just send his daughter away and sell her off.
Shaking his head, Emile took his silent steps.
Soon the moon entered the thick clouds, and the familiar darkness fell.
That put Emile somewhat at ease.
There was no better time to run away than the moment when not even a shadow exists.
“The treatment isn’t finished.”
But Emile stopped in his tracks when he suddenly heard a sound from behind him.
“…”
He made no reply. This time, he heard someone else approaching from in front of him.
The slow steps suddenly took off as if they were flying, and they came right in front of Emile.
Holding a blade immersed in a bright blue light.
“…”
“Listen. I have no intention of fighting.”
Emile spoke with as little agitation as possible.
Of course, he really meant what he said.
“I have a patient on my back who is still injured, so you guys should know better.”
“…”
“I’m trying to leave without causing any harm to these people. I won’t even report them.”
Those who run away from taxes were taken away as soon as their presences were discovered.
Those who took the lead would be punished.
“I will never say it. I promise everything.”
“Everything?”
Then the man standing behind him approached.
His jet-black hair was perfectly immersed in his surroundings. His eyes shined even more eerily.
“Is ‘everything’ worth betting on to a mercenary who will discard identities or justice as long as he receives money?”
“…!”
At that moment, Emile took a step back without realizing it.
The sword bearer immediately followed suit.
Shit.
Emile knew that they were suspicious of his and Rieta’s identity.
The reason was obviously because he talked nonsense on the first day where he couldn’t even remember.
He readjusted the way he carried Rieta. Anyway, he had to get out of here.
“Yes, like you said, I…”
Emile raised his head and looked at the man standing in front of him.
And that moment, he stopped making all the excuses he was going to make.
“What?”
Was it because the darkness had covered up all the useless things?
Someone naturally came to mind from the man revealed in front of him.
…Duke Mayer?
When preparing to kidnap Rieta, he happened to see Duke Mayer’s portrait.
The man in front of him looked very similar to that portrait.
Except that he looked too young.
There’s no way this young guy is the Duke… maybe a son…?
Emile thought for a moment, but soon realized something and froze for a moment.
Because the story Rieta had told him suddenly came to mind.
“Who wouldn’t be angry if they heard this? This damned punk is so cowardly that he pounces on you with his ugly lips before he even confesses?!”
“He’s not ugly, but… since we’ve been living together since we were young, it’s a bit… awkward to suddenly say, let’s go out…
Rieta had said it clearly.
She said they had been living together since they were children.
It was already a famous story that Princess Rieta spent her childhood in the Duchy.
In that case, it means that the person who fit her story was the Duke’s son.
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