In This Life, I Will Be The Lord - Chapter 190

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This Life, I Will Become the Clan Head Episode 190

“Move aside, move aside!”

Beit covered his mouth when he saw Tia being carried in the arms of a knight.

He felt like he would scream if he didn’t do so.

“First, lay the Young Lady on the bed!”

Cleribane, who had rushed over, said to the Lombardi Knight.

“Lady Pirenthia, can you hear my voice? Lady Tia!”

Despite Cleribane’s desperate voice, her tightly closed eyes showed no movement at all.

“Quickly! Quickly bring Dr. Estira!”

The butler of the annex, who had followed in shock, ordered a servant.

But even in that chaos, Beit stood with his mouth covered, unable to even breathe.

‘This is all my fault.’

He had been careless.

Recently, he had been busy expanding the information network further into the northern region.

So the price for neglecting the Empress’s movements for several days was this.

“Where is His Highness the Crown Prince?”

“We moved him to the room next door for now. But he’s lost a lot of blood…”

“Damn it!”

Cleribane shouted.

His hands, always so perfectly composed, were trembling.

His eyes, consumed by fear, were fixed on Pirenthia lying on the bed.

Her pale complexion, which wouldn’t be strange if she stopped breathing at any moment, seemed to choke his throat.

“Where is Dr. Estira!”

The time waiting for the doctor felt like an eternity.

Then someone muttered in surprise.

“G-Gallahan, sir…”

Cleribane’s stiff shoulders flinched greatly.

When he slowly raised his head, he saw Gallahan standing frozen like a nail in the doorway.

He was despair itself, looking at his unconscious daughter without even blinking.

“I’m sorry.”

Cleribane said this and hung his head low.

He had failed to properly assist Lady Pirenthia.

Therefore, he had no face to show Gallahan.

Knowing how close the father and daughter were, and how deep Gallahan’s affection for his daughter was.

People thought it wouldn’t be strange if Gallahan collapsed right there and lost his mind.

But then.

Click.

Gallahan entered the room and immediately closed the door.

“Butler.”

It was a calm voice.

“Did you call Dr. Estira?”

“Yes, Lord Gallahan.”

“Then go out and immediately silence those who know about this matter.”

“…Pardon?”

“Especially, this must not reach Father’s ears.”

“Ah, I understand.”

The butler rushed out of the room, and Gallahan quietly walked to the bedside.

He briefly made eye contact with Cleribane, but his coldly cooled green eyes only held Tia again.

Fortunately, not long after, Estira rushed urgently into the room.

“P-Lady Pirenthia…!”

Her shock at seeing the unconscious Tia was brief.

Estira immediately began assessing Tia’s condition.

And she found the wound on her finger that had turned black.

“It seems to be because of this…”

Then the knight who had stepped back handed over a dagger.

“Before she fainted, the Young Lady spoke about poison.”

“…Poison?”

Gallahan, who had been silent, reacted for the first time.

Cleribane and Beit also stepped closer.

Estira took the dagger with a cautious expression, opened her medical bag, tested various things, and then said.

“It appears to be Titi spider poison.”

“Isn’t that a deadly poison?”

Beit asked in a trembling voice.

“Yes, but fortunately I have the antidote.”

“You can treat it?”

“Yes, she’ll suffer for a while, but she’ll be fine.”

At Estira’s answer, Gallahan staggered slightly.

The tension eased a little at the words that she could recover.

“His Highness the Crown Prince probably suffered from the same poison, so I’ll go get the antidote.”

Saying this, Estira rushed out again just as she had rushed in.

“Tia…”

Gallahan, who had been standing far from the bed like someone afraid to approach, walked unsteadily toward his daughter.

And with trembling hands, he gently stroked Tia’s forehead.

Before that heartbreaking scene, everyone remaining in the room could only maintain silence.

* * *

Rip.

The Seosseou Marquis roughly tore the pants he was wearing.

Then from the gap in the exposed torn flesh, red blood was gushing out.

Apparently the Second Prince’s sword had scraped bone, causing pain of a different dimension from ordinary stab wounds to torment him.

But since it was a secret wound that he couldn’t even call a doctor for, Chanton Seosseou poured strong liquor over it.

“Ugh!”

A painful groan flowed through his teeth at the burning pain of flesh being seared.

Chanton Seosseou also poured the strong liquor into his mouth.

If he were a knight who didn’t know how to protect his body with aura, his leg would have been cut clean off.

As he roughly wiped the liquor flowing down his lips with his sleeve, a masked assassin approached him.

“Why didn’t you kill them?”

It was a grating, murky voice like scraping metal.

Chanton Seosseou ignored him and took out bandages to wrap around his thigh.

Then the irritated assassin stepped closer and sneered.

“There was clearly an opening. Were you scared when it came to actually killing the Crown Prince, or has your sense for swordsmanship deteriorated so much that you couldn’t even see that opening…”

However, the assassin couldn’t finish his words.

Whoosh.

Because the tip of a sword imbued with blue aura was now placed before his throat.

“You.”

Chanton Seosseou glared at the assassin.

“Why did you use poison?”

“…”

Through the disheveled hair that hung messily down, the assassin felt a murderous intent so intense it stung the skin from those cold eyes.

“You said there was an opening?”

Chanton Seosseou asked in a rough voice as he poured alcohol into his mouth once more.

“Tell me. When exactly was there an opening?”

“S-surely when the Prince tried to protect that wench…”

“Ha.”

The Seosseou Marquis let out a hollow laugh as if incredulous.

At the same time, he irritably swept back his bangs, and the red blood on his hands made a complete mess of his face.

“If I had thrust my sword in during that moment, my hand would have been severed.”

Chanton glared at the assassin again and growled.

“You have no idea what level the Second Prince has reached, do you?”

It wasn’t just his thigh, cut by the aura, that was in shambles.

“My bones are still tingling.”

Chanton Seosseou muttered as he clenched and unclenched his right hand that had clashed swords with the Second Prince multiple times.

Then he spoke again while tightly wrapping the bandage.

“Tell the Empress. That I, Chanton Seosseou, have kept my promise.”

That damned promise.

Chanton ground his teeth.

She was a woman with strangely good instincts, Empress Lavinia was.

Thanks to her, he was now in this state.

The mask that had cowardly covered his face was rolling around on the floor.

Looking at it, Chanton Seosseou swallowed alcohol to suppress the nausea that rose again.

“The Empress’s command was clearly to kill the Second Prince, so the failure…”

Whoosh.

A sudden wind blew strong enough to tear off the assassin’s mask.

“Kuk…”

It wasn’t wind.

There was no way such strong wind could blow in a completely enclosed room.

It was the Seosseou Marquis’s mana exploding and striking the assassin.

An tremendous sense of intimidation squeezed the assassin’s ribcage as if to crush it.

“Get lost before I kill you.”

Chanton Seosseou spoke while emanating killing intent.

“U-urgh…”

The assassin eventually staggered and fled.

Watching that disgusting retreating figure, Chanton Seosseou withdrew his mana.

“Huu.”

A heavy sigh escaped.

And when he suddenly raised his head, he saw himself reflected in the mirror placed in the corner of the bedroom.

Thwack-!

The Seosseou Marquis’s sword flew toward the mirror, sheath and all, and embedded itself.

Due to exerting force, blood flowed down his leg again.

But Chanton Seosseou sat in the dark room for a while, only glaring at his image in the broken mirror.

* * *

Inside the quiet bedroom.

“Haah!”

Peres, who had been lying like dead, gasped loudly and opened his eyes wide.

The ceiling carved with the World Tree, symbol of Lombardi.

Realizing he was lying in the Lombardi estate, Peres immediately sat up.

“Urk!”

Pain exploded as if being cut by a sword again, but such a thing couldn’t stop Peres.

Only she filled his mind.

“Tia…!”

Thud.

Unable to properly sit up, Peres’s body rolled off the bed from trying to move.

He couldn’t even control his body as he wished.

But Peres continued to move.

He had to find Tia, even if he had to crawl on all fours like a beast.

“Y-Your Highness!”

Just then the door opened and a young man who discovered Peres crawling on the floor rushed over in surprise.

He was someone who reeked of medicinal herbs, likely a physician.

“You must not move yet! If your wounds reopen, ah!”

Red blood was already seeping through the bandages as the back wound he had barely sutured seemed to have reopened.

“Where is… Tia.”

Peres asked as if squeezing out the words.

“The Young Lady is in the next room… Your Highness, please don’t do this and lie back down… urk!”

Ollier, Estira’s disciple and colleague, stopped speaking at the strong grip seizing his collar.

“Take me… take me to where Tia is.”

At that desperate appearance, Ollier sighed softly.

“Lean on me.”

Ollier supported Peres as he spoke.

“It must be difficult since we haven’t given you painkillers yet…”

As evidence, Peres’s entire body was becoming drenched in cold sweat.

But Peres only gritted his teeth and moved toward the next room Ollier mentioned.

Click.

Finally the door opened and Peres discovered Tia lying on the bed.

Instantly, a pain incomparably stronger than his back wounds squeezed his heart.

“…Tia.”

She gave no response.

Only her chest rising and falling slightly with her breathing comforted Peres.

“It’s just poison that entered through a small wound – there are no other external injuries.”

Ollier quickly explained, worried that Peres might faint again.

Staggering, Peres barely approached the bedside and collapsed into a chair.

The bandages wrapped around his back, already full of scars, had turned completely red.

It was a back view too exhausted and weary for an imperial prince.

“She’ll wake up soon… please don’t worry too much.”

Even at Ollier’s words, Peres couldn’t take his eyes off Tia.

That always vibrant appearance was gone.

Tia’s body trembling with fear on the running horse was still vivid.

“I’m sorry.”

Peres spoke with his head hanging.

His trembling fingertips barely touched Tia’s skin.

“I’m sorry, Tia.”

Drop.

With a small sound, a tear fell from Peres’s eyes.

“I’m sorry for getting you caught up in this too.”

In this cesspit.

In this hellish painting that can only end when one of us dies – the Empress or me.

The heavily fallen teardrop soaked darkly into the bed sheet.

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