Chapter 41
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nChapter 41
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n“That’s ridiculous. I think I can get rid of you of your neck enough with 2 gold. Even if you risk your life, it’s nothing to me,” Artizea said.
n“Anyone who has a vengeful spirit is helpful enough to not throw up anything even if they are set on fire.”
nTerry said so and tried to put her hand into the furnace to prove what she was saying. Alice caught her hurriedly.
nArtizea laughed bitterly.
n“There is no need to do anything stupid to prove your determination. Wouldn’t it rather be useless if you get a big burn?”
n“Then will you listen to my request?”
n“Even if I use you, I can’t send you to the Roygar Grand Duchy as Marchioness Camellia’s maid, Terry. She already knows almost everything about you. That means Marchioness Camellia can easily find out.”
nArtizea said so.
n“And even if you’re useful, I might not grant your wish.”
n“But you’re going to destroy Grand Duke Roygar and Marchioness Camellia, right?”
nTerry’s father was a baron’s second son. The title was not inherited, but the rank was at the end of the nobility.
nHer only sister caught the interest of Grand Duke Roygar. While Grand Duchess Roygar was dissatisfied with it.
nNothing really happened. Terry’s older sister wasn’t foolish enough to pay attention to a man with a wife.
nTerry’s older sister even took refuge in a relative’s house in the western region to avoid it.
nNevertheless, Marchioness Camellia murdered Terry’s older sister to comfort her brother’s heart.
nThe murder was tricky. Terry’s sister’s murder was disguised as suicide.
nTerry’s family did not believe she committed suicide. But it was impossible to reveal the truth.
nProbably, even if revealed, it would not hurt Grand Duke Roygar or Marchioness Camellia.
nThis was so common that it wasn’t even worth paying attention to for long.
nHaving left alone, she abandoned her status as the daughter of a knight. And went into Viscount Weave as a maid.
nThat was eight years ago.
nFor eight years she realized how insignificant her existence was.
n“There can be no absolute power in the world. The young lady is the fiancée of Grand Duke Evron and the sister of Lord Lawrence. For whoever it is, I know that one day the lady will fight Grand Duke Roygar.”
nTerry looked at Artizea with clear eyes.
n“If you use me to increase your chances of winning, if you can destroy them by doing so, it will be my revenge in the end.”
nThat couldn’t be enough. However, as Terry, there was no other way to take revenge except to be part of the weapon Artizea would hold.
nArtizea knew some people with such determination.
nAnd, like Terry said, such a person was useful.
n“Good. I will use you. If you’re lucky, it might be part of the blade that will slice Grand Duke Roygar’s neck.”
n“Thank you.”
nTerry was really pleased. It wasn’t difficult to put Terry into what was going on anyway.
nArtizea intended to send someone to the Riagan Duchy in the south. She decided to put Terry in its place.
nIt is unclear whether there will be any future use.
nHowever, the spy must be sent from a time when they could not even think of the hostile relationship before it becomes useful.
nThanks to Terry, Artizea was able to lay a stone that is completely separate from the information organization to be created in the future.
nIt wasn’t a plan in the original blueprint, but it was a big point.
n“Rise up, Terry.”
nArtizea took off her veil. It meant that Terry was one of her own.
nTerry’s gaze touched Freil once.
nBut soon fell politely. If Artizea thought he was a person she didn’t care to know, she didn’t care either. That’s what loyalty is for.
nArtizea gave her the marriage certificate.
nTerry Ford became Lexen’s wife, who didn’t even know her face.
n“You’re going to go to the South Sea under the name of Mrs. Lexen. You can tell the maid of the Weaves that you’ve become lucky to be the wife of a junior noble.”
n“Yes.”
n“Since you said you had relatives of the Ford family in the south, it wouldn’t be difficult to get into the social world. On the way, you’ll receive a letter of introduction from the Duchess of Riagan’s maid.”
n“Yes.”
n“From there, you’ll do what you can. If possible, try to earn the duchess’ trust. If you can be a maid, it’s better, and if not, you should at least be a friend of the maid.”
n“Yes. “
n“Okay, I’ll get back to you when you’re useful.”
nArtizea gave her an ebony box lined with gold.
nInstead of a wedding present, Terry took out the ring from the box and put it on.
nThen she stood up. With the ebony box in her arms, Terry knelt again.
n“I’ll pray to God for news.”
n“The object you should be praying for is not God, but the devil.”
n“Either way, it doesn’t matter.”
n“Good luck,” Artizea said.
nTerry went out.
nArtizea offered Freil a seat this time. Freil’s mind was all confused.
nHe walked a few steps away from Artizea’s escort position.
n“To send a spy to the Riagan Duchy, you buy the title of a western nobleman?”
n“Yes.”
n“Why?”
nArtizea tilted the cooled teapot on her hand.
n“The Duke of Riagan is not an independent power, but rather a servant who follows the orders of His Majesty the Emperor… But in order to encompass the empire, it is imperative to keep the southern powers in mind.”
nSuddenly, the scale of the story expanded enormously.
nFreil’s mind woke up.
n“Are you going to jump into the battle for succession of the empire?”
n“Yes.”
n“Are you serious?”
n“Why do you think I’m not serious? Cedric’s mother was His Majesty the Emperor’s relative. From the lineage, it’s not an exaggeration to say that Cedric has the right to it in the first place.”
nArtizea said plainly. Freil replied sharply.
n“Don’t try to drag Grand Duke Evron into a pointless war.”
n“I’m sure you’ve never thought of that before, Sir Freil. I couldn’t have been the only one to suggest that.”
nArtizea smiled.
n“Power is something that has the nature to exclude others. This is something you have to do to survive.”
nIf you do nothing, what’s in front of Cedric is purging.
nThe military authority who captured the hearts of the soldiers is dangerous. In addition, the people’s hero is even more dangerous.
nIf he has both of them at the same time and has an imperial lineage, he must be removed first, needless to say.
nHad Cedric been stupid or incompetent, he would have been fine. If so, Evron would be able to secure safety by giving their hand to one of the two successors.
nBut Cedric is too good. Even if Freil himself is a figure in Lawrence or Roygar’s, he will surely try to get rid of him.
n“I understood the words of the Lady. But how can I trust the Lady Heiress? Sir Lawrence is the real brother of the Lady.”
n“It would be hard to believe even if I said that an unqualified person should not be emperor,” Artizea said. “So, what if I tell you that I covet the position of Empress? Is that believable?”
n“The Lady has proposed a two-year contract marriage.”
nSaid Freil. If being the empress was the purpose, it would have been a proper marriage rather than a limited-time contract marriage.
nArtizea smiled.
n“I did.”
nFreil bit his mouth in front of the smile.
n“I want to prevent destruction. The only alternative was Cedric,” Artizea said softly.
n“Lady Heiress.”
n“The empire already lacks the vitality of its founding. The law has become obsolete, and there are more things that don’t do its work properly,” she said.
n“Now, the emperor is high and it is maintained. His Majesty is selfish and arrogant, but not incompetent, but can brother Lawrence or Grand Duke Roygar truly unite the empire like his Majesty Gregor? I don’t think so.”
n“I won’t deny it.”
n“The north will be abandoned, the west will be destroyed by monster waves, the east will be independent, and the south will be devoured by the Eimmel kingdom. The empire will be torn to pieces.”
nArtizea closed her eyes and breathed a huge sigh.
nShe struggled desperately to maintain the empire after Lawrence became prince.
nHowever, it would have been better to just leave it to pieces.
nIf it was going to perish anyway, it was better for it to fight and open a new era rather than be destroyed in the hands of the mad emperor.
nIf so, Cedric would have had a way to make a recovery.
nArtizea felt anguish and placed her hand on her chest. And she tried to control her mind.
n“But in Cedric’s way, he never holds power in imperial politics right now. In order to acquire power itself, a proper means is needed. Cedric’s justice can only be realized after taking power.”
nArtizea knew her method might not be right, but it was effective.
nShe already had a successful experience.
nIt wasn’t a successful life, but maybe later she got tossed out, but that had nothing to do with the process of raising Lawrence as emperor.
nAgain, Artizea had confidence that she could do it.
nHer role is to give Cedric power. As with Lawrence, the work after that was not hers.
n“So it’s two years. To stand by His Grace, to do things that Evron couldn’t do.”
nFreil said so and remained silent for a while. He was wise enough to understand the meaning of Artizea’s words.
nHis heart pounded.
nThe future, the size of the determination, the firmness, and the coolness of an only 18-year-old girl, Freil felt ashamed of himself.
n“I understand what you mean. You’re right. I’m not going to tell His Grace about this.”
nFreil breathed a small sigh.
nCedric’s loyalty and support all come from the fact that he was a just person.
nBy harming it, Artizea’s will cannot be fulfilled. But at the same time, she has to do something that his way cannot.
nEventually Artizea will fall apart, doing what Evron cannot do.
nFreil knew he, himself, was the best person to help her.
nBecause he knows how to doubt.
nHe can doubt Artizea and doubt what she does. Conversely, he will be doubting any incoming information.
nAnd it can be judged beyond Cedric’s knowledge.
nWhat is needed for this kind of work is not loyalty. It is distrust and prudence.
nThat’s why she revealed everything to Freil even though she knew it could be a threat to her organization.
nHe slowly knelt in front of Artizea. And, as in a pledge of allegiance, he bowed his head and kissed the back of her hand.
n“You will need support, right? I will be with you.”
nArtizea gave a small nod.
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