I Will Try to Save My Dad - Chapter 170

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Chapter 170

Calips certainly had an excellent sense for riding horses.
He would leap over rocks that suddenly appeared as he changed direction, or gallop through narrow passages that seemed impassable.
Thanks to his skill, Kane’s knights rapidly disappeared from view.
“Calips.”
“I know.”
Calips, focused on controlling the horse, nodded without complaint. Carrying the unconscious Jeffrey on horseback and swiftly evacuating to a safe location—that was our objective.
‘Theon will definitely come.’
The fierce winds that had been whipping around us from Windis’s rampage had weakened. Theon would surely resolve the matter with Windis and come searching for us.
‘Until then, I need to protect Jeffrey….’
But I had no choice but to rein in the horse.
Kane was waiting for us near the carriage that had returned so quickly, his blade pressed against the unconscious Jeffrey’s throat.
“Finished with your little ride?”
“Damn it.”
Calips muttered under his breath. He tensed the hand holding the reins, preparing to move. I quickly leaned forward and drove my elbow into Calips’s side, then wrapped my hand around his, crying out.
“No!”
If we fled now, Kane would kill Jeffrey. At my cry, the unconscious Jeffrey’s ear twitched reflexively.
“Calips, you promised you’d save Jeffrey!”
….
“Please.”
Calips gave no answer to my plea, but neither did he urge the horse forward. The hand gripping the reins trembled.
I heard Kane chuckle softly near my ear.
I turned my head. Kane, our eyes meeting, smiled with contempt. He looked as though he believed, ‘You have no choice but to obey my will.’
“Berry.”
….
“Get down.”
Kane twisted the hilt of his sword slightly. The sharp blade grazed Jeffrey’s delicate skin, drawing blood. The golden lights of the Imperial Palace gleamed behind us, yet there was no one inside who could stop Kane.
I released the hand I had been holding around Calips’s waist.
“Don’t go.”
Calips whispered softly, shaking his head briefly.
“I’ll talk to Kane. You stay here.”
I could anticipate why Kane wanted to kill me.
Because I had announced my engagement to the Crown Prince. Because he knew my father would soon become the master of Diamond House.
If Kane was Yuraha’s accomplice and had come to the Imperial Palace following him, he would have seen this moment—with Windis’s rampage—as an opportunity.
He was planning to kill me under the cover of chaos and make it look like an accident.
‘Just like Uncle, who killed his own brother out of fear of falling behind in performance.’
Was it early this year? When Akum returned from an outing, he had wept so hard that the Stone House nearly fell apart.

[Brown has been murdered! They’re saying Hevanth killed him! Waaaah—! Julia!]

If Kane were to kill me here, the only witness would be Calips. Would Kane really leave Calips unharmed?
“You asked me earlier if I considered the other relatives as family, didn’t you, Calips?”
I had always liked Calips. This version of him was strangely affectionate—so different from the Calips in my other memories, the one who had been suspicious of relatives and sharp-tongued.
If Calips hadn’t been a direct heir of the Trabel Family, I would have certainly drawn him within my circle.
“No.”
But Calips could not be allowed into my circle.
It would become his salvation. I would show him affection and kindness as relatives from other families do with one another.
The beasts of the Trabel Family would exploit and wound him without question.
“We are all enemies. Competitors fighting over the position of next family head.”
I forced myself to speak coldly. I felt Calips’s body stiffen rigidly at my words.
“I will remain. You must go.”
I pulled my body away from Calips as I spoke. He no longer held me back. It was bitter, but it was right.
I had learned horseback riding since childhood, so dismounting alone posed no difficulty. Once my feet touched the ground, I walked toward Kane. He raised his sword, pointing its tip at me—a warning not to come any closer.
“Kane.”
I stopped and called out to him. Kane’s sword hand twitched slightly. An attitude devoid of any respect. I was curious.
“Why did our father try to kill you?”
At my question, Kane’s face remained impassive, but the tip of his sword wavered. It meant he was shaken—struck by a nerve I had touched.
Ever since I heard Jeffrey’s cry that Kane was trying to kill me, a question had gnawed at me relentlessly.
If the direct heir of the Trabel Family who had joined hands with Yuraha was truly Kane—
“Did you think that when our father dies, you would become the next family head of the Trabel Family?”
What exactly did Kane gain from Father’s death?
Kane wasn’t even the master of the Separate House.
‘The final moment of my other memory. The letter of conspiracy I found in Grandfather’s safe. Yuraha had written it there.’

Reytan Quartz Trabel is dead.
Has the probability of you becoming family head increased now?

‘If it’s a letter meant for Kane, why would he say such a thing?’
There were two ways to become the next head of the Trabel Family.
Either hold the position of master of Diamond House when the head’s seat fell vacant, or accomplish some extraordinary Achievement that no one in the family’s history had ever achieved, and be appointed as the next head with the consent of the current head and the Emperor. But that was an impossibility.
“The next head can only be the master of Diamond House.”
“Don’t spout such nonsense.”
Someone had breathed hope into Kane.
If you kill Reytan Quartz Trabel, you can become the next head. Now that I thought about it, something seemed off.
Yuraha had achieved his goal of killing Father, so why had he come to the Trabel Estate on the day of Grandfather’s will reading and the announcement of the next head? As if his accomplice relationship with Kane had been maintained until then.
“Ah, I see.”
Could there have been remaining contract conditions to fulfill?
I clapped my palm with my fist as if in realization. The edge of my hand grazed the opening of the bag slung over my shoulder.
“Since my brother is an adult, when Uncle passes away, my brother will become the master of Diamond House.”
“Berry Quartz Trabel!!”
Kane screamed with his eyes wide open. Perhaps because of his controlling nature, Kane showed obvious signs of agitation when he lost control.
‘Hurry!’
Kane charged at me with a shout. At the same moment, I thrust my hand into my bag, pulled out a smoke bomb, threw it, and immediately crouched down.
I had to escape with Jeffrey.
“Ugh!”
Kane, his eyes struck by the explosion of the smoke bomb releasing thick gray smoke, let out a cry of pain and raised his arms to shield his eyes.
I crawled along the ground, dodging Kane’s wildly swinging sword, keeping my distance.
Reaching toward the position I remembered, my hand touched something soft and furry. I crawled further and extended my arm.
“Calips!”
Kane shouted.
“Seize Berry! If she leaves here alive, the master of Diamond House will change!”
I heard those words as I wrapped my arms around Jeffrey’s waist. Calips wouldn’t capture me. We called ourselves competitors, speaking coldly about it, but Calips was still Calips. He wouldn’t turn on me and try to kill me just like that.
‘The potion…’
I pulled out the appearance-changing potion containing Tory’s fur and uncapped it. I had brought it along just in case before boarding the carriage. I was about to give it to Jeffrey.
“The master of Diamond House will change? That would be rather inconvenient.”
Along with Calips’s voice came the sound of hoofbeats. He walked through the smoke and stopped precisely at Jeffrey’s head.
I slowly raised my head. Calips’s face on the horse was obscured by the smoke. His voice was cold.
“Mother would disapprove.”
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