Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 206

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#Isn’t consistently choosing the path to ruin a kind of superpower in itself?

Seian Crowell had fallen into despair.
Bribes and gifts lay scattered at his feet, jewels filled the Dressing Room, yet his heart yearned for those simpler days when his wallet held merely five thousand crowns.
Walking the Campus Grounds with Evan Laef, splitting a thousand-crown popsicle between them—those days felt like a previous lifetime. He couldn’t fathom how everything had spiraled so catastrophically.
Of course, all responsibility lay with Evan Laef. Mitchell Neftis had ruined everything. Had Evan not been Mitchell, or at the very least had they not married so suddenly, none of this would have unraveled so completely.
Back when Seian hadn’t known Evan was Mitchell, he harbored modest dreams. Marrying a provincial lord and building a small but happy household seemed like a worthwhile life. Above all, Evan seemed capable of protecting him from Cecilia.
Even if rural life proved arduous and their circumstances humble, there would be meaning in sharing it together. Seian considered his aspirations modest, yet objectively they were quite grand—after all, Evan had resolved from that moment to mate with Gerth and had been bulking up accordingly.
The revelation that Evan had been Mitchell, stalking him all along, was shocking enough. But before he could recover from that shock, he married some ten-year-old child—Apet or whoever—without warning.
That was unforgivable. How could he have delivered such consecutive shocks, making Seian dismiss Mitchell and everything else, refusing to acknowledge that marriage? From that point forward, Seian’s life at the Imperial Palace began to unravel.
“Your Highness Seian. A letter has arrived from Mecala Count’s House.”
Accepting the marriage proposal from Mecala Countess’s Daughter in a fit of anger had been the beginning of his misfortune. No matter how infuriated, he shouldn’t have handled such a critical matter emotionally.
He should have asked Evan first what reason lay behind that marriage. He should have asked first!
Seian had regretted it hundreds of times, thrashing beneath his blankets, but the damage was already done. Evan Laef had completed his mission to “break Seian’s marriage alliance” and divorced cleanly, leaving Seian with an engagement date set with Mecala Countess’s Daughter.
“Damn it!”
Seian opened and closed his old velcro wallet repeatedly, working himself into a state. Though he now carried a high-quality leather wallet gifted by Sera, keeping the old one nearby still calmed his nerves.
With that wallet in hand, the three of them had even bought ten-thousand-crown bookmarks, and he’d treated Evan to an expensive three-thousand-crown shake. By turning his eyes from the present and dwelling in the past, he could savor fleeting happiness.
“Why, why won’t they agree to break the engagement!”
It was only natural. Having secured such a prestigious position as the Crown Prince’s betrothed, why would they dissolve it for nothing? Mecala Count’s House had no intention of proceeding to marriage, but having obtained the engagement promise, they had no intention whatsoever of releasing him without extracting substantial compensation.
And Seian Crowell, who knew nothing of high society’s conventions, hadn’t even noticed that the Count’s House was expecting a significant reward.
“Everyone just covets my body…!”
Had Evan and Reina been there, or even Sunbird, they would have corrected him. But now Seian had no one beside him. This was why people must cherish their friends. A friend who speaks truth is a treasure beyond measure.
“Ha!”
Contemplating his tragic circumstances, Seian crossed his legs, let his hair fall loose, and struck a fatal pose—all while cracking open the liquor that had arrived as a gift, unable to bear the anguish.
Drinking without fail these past days was unmistakably alcoholism, yet with no one around to stop him, Seian continued to rely on alcohol. This was how precious friends truly were.
“Ugh…!”
Who could have imagined? Downing liquor worth over a million crowns per sip and hurling sapphire ornaments against walls, while yearning for those days spent with friends eating cheap thousand-crown ale.
Even Reina Letem, with whom he’d done nothing but quarrel, now filled him with longing. Seian wiped away tears as he drank. Expensive liquor certainly tasted different.
Pop.
Just as he was about to get thoroughly drunk and sleep, an odd sound came from his finger. The stone of the ring Evan had given him had split in two. So even the jewels set in cheap-looking items could crack on their own.
Seian was about to summon someone to order repairs when he suddenly remembered what kind of effect this object possessed.
“….”
Wasn’t this an incredibly rare item that saved the wearer’s life once? The realization struck him like lightning, and Seian screamed “Ahhh!” hurling his wine glass against the wall.
“Is anyone there! Poison! Assassination attempt!”
Seian called for his attendants, but no one entered his chamber. There was no sound of anyone, as if the entire building stood empty.
“You there, who, who are you! Sera! Hey! Sunbird! You bird!”
Seian Crowell’s cry trembled with sobs. Truly, there was no one. The absence of a single soul passing through the Crown Princess’s Palace was uncanny. A chill ran down Seian’s spine as tears streamed down his face, and he bolted through the corridor.
“W-where are you, Evan Laef! Where are you right now!”
Only Evan Laef could protect me now. Clinging to that singular thought, Seian burst from the Crown Princess’s Palace and desperately asked the palace attendants he encountered about Evan’s whereabouts. It turned out that Evan Laef had coincidentally gone to visit Cecilia at the Crown Princess Palace.
“Why of all places did he have to be there!”
It wasn’t the first time I’d made my way to the Crown Princess Palace of my own volition. But this was no time to be choosy about such things.
Bad luck meant death. And beside Evan meant safety. Seian headed toward the Crown Princess Palace with only one purpose: survival.

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“Gasp! Gasp! Gasp!”
Having run without pause, Seian Crowell was guided by young attendants who bore his resemblance into the Reception Room of the Crown Princess Palace. I had memories of trembling in fear each time I came here, yet strangely, there was no such anxiety now. Perhaps it was because Evan awaited at my destination.

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