I Want To Die One Day Before You - Chapter 183
Sarubia, caught in Camus’s grasp, was unable to resist.
The royal guards pursuing Camus hesitated.
“Saintess!”
“Don’t draw your swords hastily! The Saintess could be harmed!”
Camus took advantage of their hesitation. He dragged the Saintess out of the hall and fled, shooting bursts of magic at the guards trying to stop him.
Terrible screams and agonized groans echoed behind him, but there was no time to pay attention.
“Let me go, right now!”
“Stay still, before I snap your neck!”
Camus, lifting the Saintess with magic, threw her onto a horse.
There was no time to waste. He didn’t want to die. He had to escape.
Just then—
“Prince Camus!”
A familiar voice called his name from right behind him.
“Your Highness! You’ve finally met Primrose!”
Startled, Camus whipped around to see a man with black hair approaching.
It was Roned.
Roned, clutching a heavy sack in his arms, was covered in dust. His clothes were wrinkled, as though he had been crouching on the ground for hours.
Having waited outside all this time, Roned had no idea what had just happened inside the hall. With an excited expression, he glanced between Camus and the Saintess.
“Well, Your Highness? All of this was possible because I ordered Primrose to meet with you yesterday—”
“Out of my way!”
Camus shoved Roned aside.
With a pained yelp, Roned tumbled to the ground. A few coins spilled out from the sack he had been holding.
“N-No, stop!”
Roned hurriedly knelt on the ground, scrambling to gather the fallen coins.
“Your Highness, how could you do this to me! You promised to reward me once I—”
Those were Roned’s final words.
The horse neighed loudly as it reared up, its iron-shod hooves casting a shadow over Roned.
“Aagh!”
Roned let out a pitiful scream as he was crushed beneath the horse. The sack of coins slipped from his hands, slamming into his chest like a hammer.
It all happened in an instant.
The horse’s hooves shattered Roned’s ribs, and the broken bones pierced his lungs like thorns. He gasped silently for breath.
With his windpipe crushed, he couldn’t even scream. He gurgled, desperately flailing. He wanted to cry out for help, to beg for his life. But the royal guards rushed past him.
“Chase Prince Camus!”
“Don’t let him escape!”
The knights, obeying the King’s orders, ignored the unknown commoner and pursued the fleeing prince.
Hoofbeats thundered once again as the dust stirred, covering Roned’s dying body like funeral petals.
‘N-No…’
Roned flailed desperately.
Like Sarubia, Roned had been born a commoner, with almost no magical power. Without the ability to heal himself, his body quickly grew cold. The taste of blood filled his throat.
Where had it all gone wrong?
All I wanted… was to wear warm clothes, eat my fill, and live under a solid roof without worrying about the wind. I didn’t ask for much, just those small things.
So why am I lying here, dying on this cold street, without a soul to help me…?
…Primrose.
Yes, Primrose… This is all that girl’s fault…
If she had just stayed obedient under me, none of this would have happened…
***
When Roned realized that Primrose had manifested the mark of a Saintess, he was elated.
What thrilled him most was the unique nature of her magic.
The power to predict death—this could surely be profitable. If I can use her ability properly, I could make a fortune!
At first, Roned had planned to send Primrose to a noble family. But soon, he changed his mind.
Sure, sending her to the nobles would earn him a hefty reward. But that kind of money would be a one-time payment. It could be lost in a failed business venture or wiped out by an unexpected disaster. Worst case, a thief could steal it all.
In short, one-time income was risky. To truly make money, he needed a stable, long-term source of revenue.
Roned had firmly instructed Primrose never to reveal the Saintess’s mark to anyone else.
It was a necessary measure. That was the only way he could monopolize her magic.
First, Roned took Primrose into the bustling streets.
“Primrose, from now on, watch the eyes of everyone who passes by.”
Roned whispered as he kept a close eye on the people in the street.
“Do you see anyone who’s going to die soon?”
“Umm.”
Primrose stared intently at the passing crowd for a long time. But no one caught her eye.
