I Want To Die One Day Before You - Chapter 161
No matter how hard a wildflower tries to become part of a bride’s bouquet, in the end, it is cast aside. So, what suits her wasn’t this grandeur, but a broom.
Sarubia suddenly stood up.
Striding over to the desk, she opened the drawer. Inside was the dagger she had requested from the maid earlier.
With an indifferent expression, Sarubia lifted the dagger. The untouched blade, as clear as a newly made mirror, reflected her eyes.
“…”
Would it hurt if I cut myself?
Would it hurt if I stab myself?
Sarubia gripped the dagger tightly.
Finally, she had something to cut away.
The red magic stone ring on her finger gleamed brightly.
***
‘Ha, my life…’
Iruel, who had taken on the role of Prince Tarek, dragged his heavy feet out of his room.
Rufus silently watched him from behind.
As Iruel gave Rufus one last desperate glance, he whispered in a low voice.
“Do I really have to go?”
“Yes.”
Damn it. Iruel clicked his tongue and scratched the back of his head in frustration.
There was no avoiding it.
If you can’t avoid it, you’ve got no choice.
“Hey, you.”
Clearing his throat, Iruel raised his voice.
The scribes waiting in the hallway nervously glanced at their lord, Prince Tarek.
“What is it, Your Highness?”
“Prepare for an outing immediately.”
“Where are you headed?”
“I must go to my brother Prince Camus’s palace.”
At Iruel’s declaration, the scribes looked as if they might collapse on the spot.
“Your Highness, to Prince Camus’s palace? Are you still drunk?”
“Have you already forgotten what happened this morning? This is not allowed!”
Reproachful voices, scolding voices. It was exactly what he expected. But there was no need to care.
‘No matter what the scribes say, it’s none of your business. Here, you are the master. You can act however you want.’
Recalling Rufus’s advice, Iruel puffed up his chest with confidence. Then he shouted needlessly.
“How dare you! I’m saying I’m going to see my brother, and you dare stand in my way?”
Startled by Prince Tarek’s sharp shout, the scribes shrank back in fear. Seizing the moment, Iruel exaggeratedly slammed his hand against the wall in the hallway. The picture frames hanging along the wall shook violently.
“Move aside. I must go and see my brother, Prince Camus, right now.”
“But, Your Highness…!”
“Move aside! You’re getting on my nerves!”
The wine bottle in Prince Tarek’s hand flew through the air.
Crash!
The bottle narrowly missed the scribes’ heads and shattered on the marble floor. The scribes, who had almost been struck, were speechless at Prince Tarek’s sudden outburst. Prince Tarek took advantage of their silence.
“Let’s go! Follow me!”
Selecting a few guards, Prince Tarek confidently headed outside the palace.
“Y-Your Highness!”
“You must not go!”
The remaining scribes in the hallway were beside themselves as they watched Prince Tarek disappear into the distance.
What should we do now?
They couldn’t just let Prince Tarek go to Prince Camus’s palace. Allowing the two rival princes to meet was like letting a flame and oil come together.
How did things come to this?
Among the panicked scribes, one noticed Rufus.
It was after Rufus had met with Prince Tarek that this situation unfolded. Surely, he must know the details of what happened.
“Sir Rufus, why is Prince Tarek going to see Prince Camus?”
At the scribe’s question, Rufus put on a troubled expression and shook his head.
“I’m not entirely sure. It seems that Prince Camus’s unexpected visit this morning angered him greatly.”
The scribes clutched their chests and wiped away their cold sweat.
“Why didn’t you stop Prince Tarek! If the two princes meet…!”
‘Oh, there will be quite the spectacle.’
Rufus sneered inwardly.
The two princes who had nearly killed each other. By now, Prince Camus’s hatred for Prince Tarek must have only grown stronger. What would happen if Prince Tarek willingly walked into Prince Camus’s palace at this point?
Rufus watched as Iruel’s figure receded into the distance.
‘Take a good beating.’
Watching Iruel march forward in frustration, Rufus smirked to himself.
Rufus’s work for today was done. Now it was time to meet Sarubia, who was surely waiting for him.
***
Meanwhile, another commotion was unfolding in Prince Camus’s palace.
“Didn’t you say I would be able to meet the Saintess?”
Having failed to meet Saintess Sarubia before the banquet, Prince Camus was furious.
“Did you deceive me? You worthless scum!”
FWICK!
The stiff leather whip tore into Roned’s withered skin. A groan like that of a wounded animal escaped him.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness! I’ve committed a grave sin! Please forgive me!”
Unable to endure the pain, Roned fell to his knees on the floor. But neither his cries nor his pleas for forgiveness could calm Prince Camus’s rage. In fact, they only fueled his anger further.
“Because of you, my reputation has been dragged through the mud! I had to endure the humiliation of being turned away at the gates of Prince Tarek’s palace in front of everyone!”
FWICK—!
The whip once again cut through the air and slashed across Roned’s back.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Roned begged desperately for forgiveness. But Prince Camus didn’t stop. He only withdrew the whip when Roned lost consciousness from the unbearable pain.
