Thought It Was 'The End', Only to Return to a Changed Genre - Chapter 114
Unlike his wife, who always smiled brightly, Shane had a sullen face, seemingly irritated. Often, he would whisk his wife away as if his patience had run out.
Edwin was sure that Adeline whispering to someone or getting too close was the trigger, but to the uninformed, it would appear that Shane was a husband who couldn’t tolerate his wife’s behavior. He seemed unable to handle his sociable wife’s personality.
Of course, Adeline Bertrand didn’t seem to match well with Shane Blanchard either.
Shane Blanchard would soon realize that emotions and reality are different.
After all, there was no combination more mismatched than Shane Blanchard and ‘love’.
Shane disliked people and was a cold, unfeeling human being.
The idea of such an arrogant person, who looked at the world with a bored expression as if it was just tedious, falling in love was impossible.
People secretly bet on when Shane Blanchard would tire of his wife and return to his real partner, the Saintess.
But what was this now?
‘He’s smiling….’
‘He’s really smiling….’
‘He’s so happy he could die….’
All she did was lean on his arm as if she was dizzy.
That was all it took for Shane to be unable to suppress his smile.
“Why the sudden show of affection, Adeline?”
“Oh, I’m dizzy… Is it uncomfortable? Should I move away?”
“No. Stay just like this.”
He’s smiling again….
He’s really smiling….
He must be crazy….
Those witnessing this strange sight were frozen in fear.
***
“Kaitlyn, what are you doing?”
“Ah.”
“There’s no time to be daydreaming.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Just come stand by my side.”
Mia, the fifth princess of Brubewein, looked visibly nervous.
“It feels like my heart is going to burst.”
“People’s hearts don’t burst so easily, Princess.”
“You’re so calm… How can you be?”
“Well, you’re a potential candidate to become the Empire’s Crown Princess, but I’m not. I’m just here on a sightseeing trip to a distant country.”
“You never know.”
Kaitlyn looked at the innocent-sounding Mia with pity.
A princess from a poor kingdom like Brubewein would never be chosen as the Imperial Crown Prince’s bride.
‘But dreaming is free.’
The likely candidates for the Crown Princess were the princesses or noblewomen from other countries who had come on the same ship. But that was none of Kaitlyn’s concern.
The large ship gradually came to a stop.
At the forefront of the welcoming crowd stood the Crown Prince and Empress of the Green Windsor Empire.
Kaitlyn quickly spotted a familiar face from the newspapers.
It was Duke Blanchard, the Guardian of the Saintess.
The rumors about the romance between Duke Blanchard and the Saintess were as old as they were famous.
Although they were each married, the story went that they chose each other as their second choice to fulfill their duties in purifying the continent. Kaitlyn found those rumors credible.
She planned to kill the Saintess slowly and painfully, avenging her twin brother.
Her foster parents had scolded her not to act recklessly, but Kaitlyn couldn’t sit still. So, she followed Princess Mia to Delmuz, the capital of Green Windsor, as her lady-in-waiting.
Unlike her twin brother Keith, Kaitlyn wasn’t skilled in precise methods. However, her magical power was twice as strong as his. She could control anyone within her line of sight.
Though she didn’t see the Saintess, she could still make her presence known.
She locked eyes with a man standing precariously near some stacked materials, and his eyes clouded over.
If that man just pushed the materials over, it would be a minor incident and a greeting of sorts.
But the staggering man soon collapsed.
Kaitlyn gasped and involuntarily took a step toward the railing, but Princess Mia pulled her back.
“Kaitlyn, do you see him? He’s so handsome….”
“What?”
At that moment, Kaitlyn almost made eye contact with a boy standing behind the collapsed man.
Fortunately, she wasn’t noticed, but the boy seemed unusual. Kaitlyn watched the boy carry the man away on his back.
It wasn’t until Princess Mia pulled her again that she turned her head.
“Is that him? He’s much more handsome than in the pictures.”
“Ah….”
“He’s the Guardian of the Saintess, the one who married the fiancée everyone thought was dead.”
“Yes, you mean Duke Blanchard.”
“I heard that fiancée was thought to have died protecting the Saintess but was actually alive. It sounds like an old tale….”
Kaitlyn recalled an old memory.
Her foster parents had said the Saintess should be killed before she awakened. Whether she was real or fake, they needed to cut the bud early.
So, they sent an assassin, but someone else died instead of the Saintess.
It was that woman.
The first obstacle was that woman.
