Chapter 135 - Pale and strange look

There was a moment of silence at Ivan’s behavior, which was sarcastic without the addition of swearing.

It was then that the duke, who was exchanging a low, sad smile with Lord Barons, finally opened his mouth.

“I don’t think the King would have known.”

“Duke….”

“No one would have guessed what the queen had done this time without her daughter telling us. However, as long as my daughter-in-law’s life is at stake, I have no reason to stop my son. In addition, the Gonfalonier died in a family of convictions, suffering terrible pain, and my daughter had to go through it vividly. No matter how loyal I am, there is no way you wouldn’t know what I’d do when my family has been put through this.”

The king said nothing for a moment.

He just had a miserable face.

Indeed, for the king, it would be a disaster like a bolt from the blue.

Izek suddenly tilted his head while watching his maternal uncle.

It seemed that he didn’t understand something.

“Why do you look like that ?”

“What…”

“This would not have happened if my uncle had behaved properly from the beginning. She’s your wife. The same goes for her. If she was so worried about her daughter’s future, she should have taken responsibility and talked about it from the beginning. Under the excuse of being treated as a stranger, did you want to hide and choose only what you want to do and go on with it on your own?”

“S-Sir, no…”

“Unfortunately, I don’t have that kind of a sentiment. I just want to kill you, but I’m in a hurry. My wife, who was sacrificed for your stupidity, you’ll have to pray that she comes back in one piece. If anything goes wrong, even if a strand of her hair is missing, I don’t know if I can hold myself back.”

The knight, who roughly turned his sword away, strode back.

Those who had been watching quietly around him quietly followed him.

It was also at this time that Sir Barons, who had been silently sitting on the sidelines without saying a word, first spoke.

“Tell me about any plan you make this time. It’s going to be too difficult to ship there, so what the hell are you up to?”

“I have a rather shallow plan. The one I reported earlier.”

“One… is it in good condition?”

“It is. Thanks to me.”

Lord Barons’ face was filled with a very proud smile.

But when the duke glanced at him, he quickly erased his smile and returned with a stern look.

“What is he up to?”

“He needs to form an alliance one way or another.”

“He’ll find some.”

“He can’t afford to be stopped by conspiracy by some northern forces. In any case, he can’t fight like an ignorant knight.”

“Father, what were you talking about earlier? Something about the Vatican.”

“Oh, you mean that. You must go and get in touch with Rembrandt first and foremost.”

Izek, who was walking out of the palace, paused.

The wind made everyone naturally pause along.

The duke looked relaxed.

“Rembrandt…?”

“That eunuch.”

“Are you sure you can trust him?”

“The only other person in the world whom you can trust your wife’s safety to is a eunuch, son.”

* * *

While the pope was sick, Cesare said he served as a temporary deputy as the head of the palace.

Wasn’t it a good opportunity for him to plan something?

When asked what the pope was sick with, the priests and doctors only shook their heads with the same expression.

Just because he was old, he was suffering.

Of course, I didn’t believe that.

Given Lady Julia’s pale and strange look of anxiety all the time, it was clear that those quacks were only talking as Cesare told them to.

So there was no doubt that it was Cesare who made my father do this.

He was given some kind of poison probably.

As for the Pope, who was poisoned by his son, he made me visit every time he came to his senses.

My mother, to be exact.

There was never any sign of recovery, but he never recognized me properly.

I didn’t know what they had heard, but neither Lady Adela nor Lady Julia asked me anything.

It was a relief.

Apparently Lady Adela was not yet aware that Enzo is dead.

How would she feel when she finds out that her eldest son killed her second son and then made her father go into this critical condition?

It was hard to imagine. Not just hard….

“I will announce your divorce today.”

“…….”

“You may follow me and watch.”

Why did he look so healthy?

Enzo said that he looked sick.

It seemed like it was nothing.

Anyway, he seemed to want to prove that it was no use for me to talk about the truth to ruin his work.

Yeah, you’re making this crap work, good for you.

My image in Romagna was just a dumb princess.

Of course, I didn’t have the slightest intention of performing the skit that Cesare wanted in the first place.

However, it was annoying to be stuck inside when I wanted to check how things were going outside.

So I headed for Sistine.

By myself, of course.

Long after Cesare left.

It was a little surprising that no one stopped me from leaving the mansion.

I thought I’d be locked up for a while, I even believed I was being watched… Of course, I didn’t have full freedom.

Was it the Pietro guy?

I asked Lady Julia for some of the clothes she wore before she was pregnant and half covered my face with a cape.

It was one of the few possible benefits of the depravity of the saints.

No one cared if a young woman dressed like a courtesan walked around in the Vatican freely.

The Vatican, which I was entering for the first time in so long, was as it was in memory.

A warm and magnificent view that I would have felt so beautiful if it weren’t for my numbness.

It was very similar to the Vatican which I once visited in my previous life.

My situation resembled the one that had happened in the original too.

Rudbeckia had returned to Romagna after half a year of marriage.

And someone in Elendale died when I left…

I wonder what was going on with Izek by now.

Did my baby dragon shed safely?

What about everyone else?

Did they know about me?

At that time, Arien was hiding there, did the queen find out right away…?

Anyway, the fact that I was here was something that would soon be known.

Then what will happen is a huge question mark.

The reason why I dressed up was just because I couldn’t afford to share a loud greeting.

Although I was in disguise, someone could recognize me, and I walked in the least crowded place to avoid contact.

Damn, I wish I could know who the cardinals were who betrayed the Pope family and siphoned off the Holy Grail at the last minute in the original.

They were the ones I could trust!

Come to think of it, I think there was little mention of this in the original work.

Wasn’t it mostly to talk about the politics here?

If I were the original Rudbeckia who lived in and out of this place from a very young age, some of the high priests could know me.

However, I had only been in this body for three years, and I was busy suffering from a series of events.

Besides, neither my father nor Cesare, for some reason, saw me hanging around with other priests for a moment.

As I walked along the familiar places, immersed in one thought or another, I noticed a dark hallway.

No, it wasn’t a hallway, it was a corridor.

The scenery of the statues in the hollow walls and the paintings hanging over them was familiar.

Among the drooping torch, St. Agnes holding a lamb stood out again.

It was because I remembered the interior of the Elendale temple.

And the commotion that took place on St Agnes’ day.

Now that I look back, I came to know Griffin and the dragon cub because of the uproar, although it was unfair, frustrating, and scary at the time.

And I started a new relationship with her husband.

Should I say thank you to Freya….

“What’s with you in that outfit……?”

The momentary sentiment faded away.

Cesare, who was approaching me in a dark purple simar, spoke up.

Don’t tell me it’s him who’s following me?

“I borrowed it from Lady Julia.”

“You said you didn’t want to come. You don’t need to wear anything like that. Everyone knows you’re back in Romagna now.”

“So, if you were me, would you be able to accept every loud greeting?”

“Do you think he’ll even come looking for you?”

“…….”

“I wonder how you will be seen in the eyes of the guy who knows nothing.”

You’re the one who knows nothing.

Cesare, who was looking at me with a leisurely gaze, suddenly raised his hand and pulled my hood down.

“What are you doing?”

“What should I say, you’re dressed up like this after so long. My father is confusing you with your mother, but I’m wondering if you look like her now.”