I Want To Die One Day Before You - Chapter 133
Prince Camus cautiously began to speak after confirming that he was alone with the princess in the garden.
Hearing that name, Princess Sordid’s expression became complicated.
“Brother, I don’t know anything about the Saintess. That girl was just a maid who swept dust with a broom.”
“I know. Didn’t Saintess Sarubia work as a maid in your palace? How did she come to work in your palace?”
Princess Sordid sighed at Prince Camus’s persistent questioning.
“I don’t know the details. According to the head maid, the girl came to my palace by herself when she was twelve and became a maid.”
“Twelve years old? That would be an age when the signs of being a Saintess should have already appeared.”
“Probably.”
“Then how did you not know that she was the Saintess?”
“How could I know whether she was a maid or a Saintess? She seemed determined to hide it.”
Princess Sordid stabbed her cake with a fork, clearly annoyed by the continuous questioning. Despite her irritation, Prince Camus couldn’t stop his inquiries.
“Why did she hide that she was the Saintess?”
The more he investigated Sarubia, the more suspicious he became.
Logically, no one would hide the fact that they were a saint.
Being a Saintess guaranteed wealth and status. Therefore, Saintesses would reveal themselves early on to secure a good family to join. Many impostors even falsely claimed to be Saintesses. But Sarubia not only hid that she was the Saintess, she also placed herself in the lowest of positions.
Why did she do that?
“I told you, I don’t know. I’m not someone who has the leisure to associate with maids.”
Princess Sordid finally threw down her fork.
“By the way, everyone who comes to see me these days asks the same questions. Sarubia, Sarubia. What’s so great about that girl?”
Hearing the princess’s complaints, Prince Camus’s face darkened instantly.
“Who has come to see you?”
“Didn’t you know? Ever since that girl revealed herself as the Saintess, nobles have been visiting every day. They all seem very interested just because she’s the Saintess.”
Princess Sordid lifted her teacup with an elegant smile. Despite her annoyance, the etiquette she had learned since childhood was deeply ingrained.
“Just because she was born with a Saintess’s mark on her shoulder doesn’t make her status noble, does it? She’s not royalty like me, born with noble blood. How can a woman with unknown origins be considered more precious?”
Princess Sordid looked at Prince Camus, hoping he would agree with her. However, Prince Camus was no longer listening to her words.
‘As I thought, everyone is after the Saintess.’
He didn’t like it.
Sarubia was his. She was his prey. He would definitely claim her. He wouldn’t let anyone else have her as a trophy.
‘Once I have the Saintess, everyone will bow to me.’
But where is Sarubia now?
Sarubia is currently residing in Prince Tarek’s palace.
‘That damn Tarek…’
Prince Camus clicked his tongue. Tarek, Tarek. He was the problem.
‘Why did he have to take the Saintess?’
Camus had already sent people to Prince Tarek’s palace several times today alone to try to meet Sarubia. But for some reason, Sarubia refused Camus’s invitations each time, claiming she had other plans. Moreover, the reasons for her refusals were utterly ridiculous.
‘Why can’t she accept my invitation? I have respectfully invited her to my palace and offered her a sumptuous meal.’
‘Well… Her Eminence says she’s going fishing.’
‘What?’
‘She plans to catch fish for her dinner…’
The reason relayed through the scribe was nothing short of absurd. A Saintess going fishing? How could that be? The Saintess, who was revered by the entire nation, spending her days by the river, fishing for her daily sustenance?
Prince Camus wasn’t the only one refused for such ridiculous reasons. Many noble youths had been similarly rejected.
Prince Camus ground his teeth.
‘It’s clear that Tarek is scheming behind the scenes.’
No doubt about it. Prince Tarek was keeping Sarubia confined in his palace, preventing anyone from seeing her.
What could Prince Tarek’s ultimate goal be? Could he possibly be planning to marry Sarubia himself?
‘No, wait a minute.’
Suddenly, a scene flashed through Prince Camus’s mind.
Rufus.
What did Rufus do to Sarubia as they returned to Prince Tarek’s palace together? He had kissed her gently on her beautiful hair, approaching her with intimacy.
A hypothesis formed in Prince Camus’s mind.
Prince Tarek wouldn’t easily abandon his ambition for power. He was surely trying to use Rufus, who was staying in his palace, to build his strength again. Prince Tarek must be keeping Sarubia through Rufus.
Reaching this conclusion, Prince Camus sprang to his feet.
“Brother? Brother Camus!”
Princess Sordid called out his name urgently from behind, but he did not stop.
His heart was anxious.
‘I must act before Rufus snatches the Saintess away!’
Returning to his palace, Prince Camus strode into his office.
“Your Highness!”
The scribe, who had been waiting in the office, quickly stood up. It was the same scribe who had been ordered to investigate Sarubia.
