I Want To Die One Day Before You - Chapter 140
Tears began to well up in Iruel’s eyes. Rufus frowned as if he had seen something he couldn’t bear to watch.
“Don’t pretend to be cute. It’s making me sick.”
“I’m not pretending to be cute… Can’t I just have one more sip, please?”
This wretched creature, driven mad by alcohol.
In his past life, Rufus had heard many rumors about a wastrel in the Eustice Viscounty. He knew roughly how obsessed Iruel was with alcohol. But he hadn’t imagined it would be this bad.
It was such a pathetic sight that he wanted to kill him.
But he couldn’t kill him yet. Anything of value had to be preserved.
Suppressing his boiling anger, Rufus looked down at Iruel.
“Did you say you just want one more sip?”
“Yes, just one more sip.”
“What happens if you don’t drink it? Will you die?”
“Yes, I’ll die.”
“Really? Then go ahead and die.”
Rufus threw the wine bottle he was holding against the wall with force.
Crash!
The glass bottle shattered into pieces, scattering in all directions. The bright red wine inside trickled down the wall like blood.
“No, no!”
Seeing the wine trickling down the wall to the floor, Iruel finally let out a scream.
The precious drops of wine soaking into the carpet. Watching this, Iruel looked like a prisoner of a defeated nation who had lost his homeland.
“Stand up.”
Rufus grabbed the collar of the dazed Iruel.
“Swallow this.”
What Rufus held out to Iruel was a single pill. Iruel’s face turned extremely pale.
“Uh, um. My mother told me not to take food from strangers.”
“Your mother gave this to you.”
Rufus shoved the pill into Iruel’s open mouth.
“Gack!”
Iruel struggled as his throat suddenly felt blocked. But Rufus didn’t let go until the pill passed down Iruel’s throat.
“What are you doing, suddenly shoving something into my mouth!”
Iruel, who had forcibly swallowed the pill, wiped away the tears that had gathered in his eyes.
“You did the same thing last time, you drunkard.”
“Damn, you really couldn’t treat me half as well as you treat Sarubia?”
“Yeah, I can’t.”
“Damn it, you maniac!”
What Rufus had forced into Iruel’s mouth was an antidote given to him by the witch Odr.
‘My son will undoubtedly be drunk and acting foolishly. When that happens, just make him take this pill.’
A specially made pill for Iruel, who was neither human nor demon but a half-human, half-demon.
The pill, personally concocted by the witch Odr, was to completely sober up Iruel.
Sure enough, the witch Odr’s pill was effective. The Iruel, who had been giggling just moments before, became somewhat calmer.
“Are you coming to your senses?”
“You must have met up with my mother.”
“Shut up and turn into a sparrow immediately. And turn me into a butterfly.”
With his collar grabbed once again, Iruel tearfully obeyed the command.
A moment later, the prince’s room window opened slightly. Through the small gap, a tiny sparrow and a jet-black butterfly flew out.
“We’re heading to the sewage treatment plant now, right?”
“Yes.”
The butterfly that had landed on the sparrow’s head answered curtly.
Rufus, in the form of a black butterfly, looked down at the darkened palace.
It was the third day since Prince Tarek had returned to the royal castle. The palace was busy preparing for a feast to celebrate the prince’s return. Meanwhile, Prince Tarek had reverted to his usual behavior.
No, it had gotten worse.
Much worse, to an abominable level.
From the very first night back in the palace, Prince Tarek summoned women to his quarters to enjoy their company, drank copious amounts of alcohol, and led a debauched lifestyle. He had no intention of moving from his bed like a dead rat until the sun was high in the sky, rolling around and eating the food brought by the servants.
He led a life of utter debauchery, unable to distinguish between what was appropriate and what was not.
The people of the palace, who had initially welcomed Prince Tarek’s return with open arms, soon began to frown.
Within a short period, bad rumors about Prince Tarek started to spread within the palace.
It wasn’t just the servants. Even the nobles who had once supported Prince Tarek began to rapidly lose faith in him.
‘Indeed, Iruel was the perfect person to play the fake Prince Tarek.’
Rufus was both appalled and impressed by Iruel’s actions.
The rumor that Prince Tarek, who had returned alive from the battlefield of death, was living a life of extreme indulgence had already spread throughout the palace.
The nobles of the capital all clicked their tongues.
“He came back from the dead, but nothing seems to have changed.”
“What does he believe will allow him to surpass Crown Prince Viren?”
“The efforts of Sir Rufus, who went all the way to the frontier to rescue Prince Tarek, seem utterly futile.”
Even Baroness Inferna added a comment.
“Rufus, how did you end up saving such a scoundrel? It would be better if that prince just held his breath for ten minutes and died.”
“Shh, Grandma! If you say such things, you’ll get arrested!”
Edel was extremely worried that someone might hear her grandmother’s words, but Rufus did not intervene. Baron Inferna’s words were not wrong.
In fact, this outcome was precisely what Rufus wanted.
