I Want To Die One Day Before You - Chapter 135
“Demon? If I’m a demon, then you must be a demon’s brother. How does it feel to share the same bloodline?”
“I hate you, Brother!”
“Really? But I truly adore you, so what should we do?”
“I don’t care! I’m going to tell Grandmother everything!”
“The Baroness is sleeping.”
“I really hate you!”
Edel buried his face in his hands and ran out of the room. Only then did Rufus smirk as he watched Edel’s retreating figure.
How dare he expose his shortcomings in front of Sarubia.
“Really, how childish.”
Sarubia, who had been sitting on the carpet observing everything, commented.
“Edel is usually a bit childish.”
“No, I’m talking about you. Be honest. You’re actually eight years old, aren’t you?”
“No.”
Rufus took Sarubia’s hand and helped her up. Sarubia stood up, laughing, and fell into Rufus’s embrace.
The fresh scent that suddenly filled the air made Rufus smile.
“Did you have a good talk with the Baroness?”
“Yes.”
Rufus and Sarubia settled on the sofa facing the closed window.
The clear sky awaited them. Despite the late afternoon, the weather was still bright.
“What did you talk about with the Baroness?”
“Various things.”
Unable to mention the specifics of their conversation, Rufus replied vaguely.
“Um… Did you perhaps talk about that?”
Sarubia fidgeted with Rufus’s hand.
“What do you mean?”
“You know… that.”
Sarubia cautiously turned her head. The door was definitely locked. The servants had all been dismissed. There would be no eavesdropping.
“…Does the Baroness know that Prince Tarek is actually Sir Roroel?”
After confirming several times that the door was securely closed, Sarubia spoke carefully.
“…”
Rufus quietly looked at Sarubia.
Her question was clear. Did Baroness Inferna know about the scheme Rufus had concocted? Was she aware of this deception?
The answer was, of course,
“No.”
At Rufus’s calm answer, Sarubia bit her lower lip. The smile that had spread across her face evaporated in an instant like a droplet on dry land.
“Rufus, if things continue like this, you’ll get caught.”
“What will?”
“No matter how skilled a mage Sir Roroel is, he can’t live as Prince Tarek forever.”
Sarubia took a deep, anxious breath.
“There are many skilled mages in the palace. If it’s discovered that Sir Roroel transformed into Prince Tarek…”
“Sarubia.”
Rufus gently caressed Sarubia’s cheek.
“How does Iruel die?”
Sarubia flinched at the sudden question.
“W-Why are you asking?”
“You are a Saintess who can predict death. You should know better than I do.”
“Do you really need to know how Sir Roroel dies? It’s unsettling when you ask like that.”
“I’m sorry. But please answer my question. Does Iruel die after being discovered as Prince Tarek and executed?”
“…No.”
After thinking for a moment, Sarubia shook her head.
“Sir Roroel just dies of old age. And… he dies with the woman he loves, in his true form.”
A woman he loves?
Upon hearing Sarubia’s prophecy, Rufus frowned without realizing it. Dying with the woman he loves sounded too romantic for someone like Iruel, who was a rake.
“Hmm, you seem skeptical.”
Sarubia grumbled, reading Rufus’s expression.
“No, I believe you. It’s just an unexpected outcome.”
“Is that so? I thought it was a fitting death for Sir Roroel… Anyway, why did you ask?”
“Because you don’t trust me.”
“What?”
“Sarubia, in your vision of the future, Iruel dies peacefully of old age. What does that mean?”
“That he lived a good life and met a peaceful end?”
“No. It means no one will discover that Iruel transformed into Prince Tarek.”
“Hmm.”
Indeed, that made sense. If Iruel’s disguise as Prince Tarek was discovered, he certainly wouldn’t die a peaceful death.
Impersonating royalty was a serious crime punishable by death. And above all,
“Sarubia.”
Rufus’s deep eyes captured hers.
“This time, predict my death. How do I die?”
Rufus Inferna. The man who beheaded the real Prince Tarek.
The man who killed a royal.
“…You will live a long life. And die a very happy death.”
Sarubia spoke the truth. A satisfied smile spread across Rufus’s face.
“See? No one will find out. Don’t worry about anything.”
“…”
Sarubia looked out the window instead of replying.
The radiant sky, like a series of blue gems strung together. Clouds floating like the soft, freshly baked bread. The bright sunlight illuminating the land through the fluffy white clouds.
It was beautiful. Too beautiful.
And that made her uneasy.
For someone as lowly and dirty as herself, someone who swept the streets with a broom every day, someone so insignificant, was it okay to enjoy such beautiful scenery wrapped in such comfort?
“Rufus, still…”
Sarubia lowered her head.
Rufus reached out and embraced her shoulders.
“Trust me.”
He held her tightly.
“Don’t worry about anything. What you fear will not happen.”
It will never happen.
Because I will make sure of it.
