I Will Try to Save My Dad - Chapter 154

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Chapter 154

This was undoubtedly a fainting spell brought on by hyperventilation from psychological shock.
‘Where am I?’
I found myself on a sofa in an unfamiliar space. Theon and Jeffrey sat on nearby sofas. Sir Shylo was with them as well.
“Oh, Berry’s awake.”
Jeffrey was the first to react when our eyes met. The clarity with which I could see Jeffrey’s face suggested the medication had worn off completely.
“I’m relieved. I didn’t expect you to be there, Miss Berry.”
Sir Shylo spoke.
“I brought Theon as you instructed.”
At his continued words, I couldn’t bring myself to look toward the upper seat where Theon sat.
“…Thank you.”
I fidgeted with my fingers beneath the blanket draped over me.
“I was taught to call for a guardian when problems arise.”
I added the words as if making an excuse. In truth, I had no thought of guardians whatsoever.
‘I thought I was going to die like this.’
The memory of another me dying was so vivid that I felt as though I too would soon perish.
In that moment, the first face that came to mind was Theon’s.
“Stay lying down, Berry.”
Theon pulled the blanket up to my chin as he spoke. I lifted my head. I met his eyes, which seemed filled with concern, but I couldn’t hold his gaze for more than a few seconds.
Looking at Theon’s face embarrassed me.
“Approximately three hours have passed since you collapsed.”
Sir Shylo spoke as if delivering a report.
“This is my private quarters, so you needn’t worry about others’ eyes.”
At that, I looked around. The space was quite spacious for a single knight to occupy. The room was divided into a work area and a rest area.
“The Imperial Knight Order treats its knights well.”
To think they would provide such a room as private quarters.
At my words, Sir Shylo made a bewildered sound.
“Is that so? I’m embarrassed—it’s smaller than a bathroom.”
His tone carried not a hint of jest. Sir Shylo’s house, the Bandemir Ducal Family, was also a family backed by considerable wealth.
‘A wealthy young nobleman.’
I looked at Sir Shylo, whose expression was grave, and asked.
“Did anyone see Theon come here?”
“Oh, I checked on that, sister.”
As familiar details emerged, Jeffrey interjected into the conversation. He then began explaining in detail the circumstances of my collapse.
“I followed that maid into the Empress Palace, but no matter how long I waited, you didn’t come, sister? She kept moving around, but you didn’t show up. How anxious do you think I was? So I went outside to check, and there was this knight just standing there frozen, grabbing at empty air. Like a mouse caught by a cat. Completely terrified.
“…When did I ever do that, Jeffrey Hunt.”
“But there’s no way I wouldn’t recognize that empty air as you, sister, right? I rushed over and attacked, but this knight caught you and dodged my strike, then said to me, ‘My apologies, Your Highness.'”
“….”
As Jeffrey’s excited chatter grew longer, Sir Shylo’s responses dwindled. He must have realized the intruder who used the synchronization ability was me, and now he seemed to believe Jeffrey—who wielded the same power—was Theon.
“Thanks to that, I got called ‘Your Highness,’ you know.”
Jeffrey spoke with a smirk, as if joking. I could see Sir Shylo’s fists clench subtly.
“Using potions within the Imperial Palace is a grave crime. Jeffrey Hunt, you will be imprisoned.”
“But Berry Noona did it too?”
“….”
“And I heard everything—how you and ‘Your Highness’ Theon agreed to keep this matter quiet. My ears don’t deceive me.”
Jeffrey teased Sir Shylo. The knight’s fists trembled faintly.
‘Oh no. This is going to end badly.’
From what I gathered, it seemed information had been shared that Jeffrey knew Theon was a prince.
And judging by how Theon and Sir Shylo showed no particular reaction when Jeffrey mentioned “Your Highness,” the conversation must have ended amicably.
But Jeffrey needling Sir Shylo was another matter entirely.
“You stand behind a prince and a lady, yet you lack all sense of propriety. You are a commoner. Be grateful I haven’t drawn my blade.”
“Hmph. ‘Commoner’ this, ‘commoner’ that since earlier.”
At Sir Shylo’s words, Jeffrey snorted dismissively.
‘Hm?’
I had been about to stop Jeffrey, but I paused instead, observing him more carefully. For some reason, he seemed to be in a foul mood.
“There are plenty of other people besides you who remind me of my station, you know? And my claws are far sharper than any—”
“Jeffrey.”
Theon cut Jeffrey off. The moment he spoke, Jeffrey—who looked ready to fight Sir Shylo on the spot—perked up his ears and quickly clung to the knight’s arm.
“Let go, Jeffrey Hunt.”
Sir Shylo moved his arm, trying to shake Jeffrey off, but the more he struggled, the tighter Jeffrey’s grip became.
“Shhh—”
The way he pressed himself against someone else felt oddly familiar—it was Jeffrey when he’d been scolded by Father.
I rose quietly from the sofa.
“…Theon.”
“Yes, Berry.”
At my call, Theon naturally moved to sit beside me. The moment he settled across from Sir Shylo, Jeffrey clung to the knight even more desperately.
“…Step away.”
“Ah, come on. Noble sir, please help this commoner. I’m scared of Theon right now.”
Watching Jeffrey cling like a cicada on a tree, I whispered to Theon.
“Did Jeffrey get scolded?”
“Yes. Because he put you in danger. Jeffrey came here as your escort, after all. He needs to fulfill his duties properly.”
“I thought Father just said that.”
“Ah, Lord Reytan.”
Sir Shylo seemed to have keen hearing. I’d spoken softly, yet he reacted to the word “Father.”
“Sir Shylo, why? Is there news related to our father?”
Sir Shylo, having apparently given up on separating himself from Jeffrey, nodded while the boy hung from his arm.
“It’s nothing serious, but a reply came for Lord Reytan today. Since the schedule has been confirmed, it would be good for Miss Berry to know as well.”
“A reply? …What’s this about?”
Perhaps because the memory of death had been so vivid just hours before, my hand reached for Theon’s. His firm grip immediately enveloped mine, steady and reassuring.
Sir Shylo answered.
“We recently sent correspondence requesting assistance from the Grand Masters. Not long ago, a foreign tribe declared their intention to reclaim their lands and began assembling an army—”
Before Sir Shylo could finish, I rose from the sofa. My stomach churned. Surely not.
“…Miss?”
“Berry.”
“Oh, Sister Berry?”
Three pairs of eyes turned toward me. It was something I had contemplated countless times. My lips moved of their own accord.
“So you’re going to wage war to counter the foreign army? And Father is the only Grand Master participating? Does the war begin right when spring arrives and the snow melts? Father—”
Why does he die?
Questions tumbled out as if I were seeking confirmation of the facts from Sir Shylo. Stop. I bit my lip hard.
‘Father cannot go to war.’
Because in two days, Theon and I will announce our engagement. In three days, Father will become the master of Diamond House.
And it is the rule of the Trabel Family that the master of Diamond House cannot participate in war.
“…It seems you were already aware to some extent, Miss. Please do not worry. It will be a small-scale conflict. However, unlike what you may know, the timeline has changed. We had planned to initiate the war when spring arrived, but there was counsel suggesting that now would be better. The Imperial Army has decided to follow that advice.”
“…What?”
“Reytan departed from the Trabel Estate this morning after expressing his intention to march to war.”
Theon’s grip on my hand tightened. The trembling in my hand ceased. It felt as though my head had been struck hard, but I had to hold onto my senses.
Father is alive.
If I ask the Wild Dog Tribe, they can retrieve Father before he reaches the battlefield. If I ask Jack Jack and Zena Chaser, they can seek Grandfather’s aid to locate Father’s position.
So what I needed to do now was not to be shocked or despairing.
‘I need to find out who orchestrated Father’s death.’
I asked Sir Shylo.
“Who gave counsel regarding the timing of the war?”
“Yes. It is not common, but we did receive external counsel. They happened to be in the Heishal Empire at the time.”
“…Can you tell me? Who is it?”
“That is…”
“Sir Shylo.”
Theon called to Sir Shylo and gestured with his fingers. Sir Shylo answered.
“The First Princess of Edencia Kingdom.”

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