Mad Rosetta - Chapter 72

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Mad Rosetta

Episode 72

What to Be Wary of During a Hunt Isn’t Just the Beasts (3)

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“Open it.”

“B-but, Master…”

“Open it right now!”

On the third night since the hunting festival incident.

Pablod Chandra finally used his authority as head of the household to force open his son Cessia’s door.

‘He’s lost his mind. How else could he… a dying princess! And of all people, from Benatra…!’

From Pablod’s perspective, the situation was extremely serious.

Rosetta, who had been severely injured at the hunting festival hosted by the Imperial Palace, was currently unconscious and staying at the Montague Estate.

And all because of his son’s arbitrary decision.

The medical condition of a great noble was absolutely top secret among top secrets.

Not only had he ignored protocol by bringing the princess here on his own, but he had also committed the grave sin of having someone other than her household physician diagnose and treat her.

This time, he would definitely send her back to her rightful place.

Pablod made this resolution as he strode boldly toward his son’s bedroom, but soon stiffened his shoulders and stopped in place.

‘…Is that really Cessia?’

He felt a chill for a moment, wondering if that man staring at him with ghostly gleaming eyes was truly the son he had raised.

Rosetta, suffering from high fever and chills, was lying motionless in Sing’s arms like a dead person, wearing clothes as thin as threads.

When she vomited, Sing gave her medicine, and when she opened her eyes but couldn’t regain consciousness, he gave her medicine again.

For three whole days. Knowing that his son had repeated this series of actions countless times, Pablod barely swallowed the curses rising in his throat.

“Don’t you even realize how foolish your actions are right now?”

Then he asked with burning eyes, as if chewing his words.

“Don’t you know the Duchess is protesting to the Imperial Palace? Return the princess immediately…!”

To Pablod, Cessia was, how should he put it, a child molded from his parents’ wishes.

The prudence he showed from understanding his position. The intelligence to recognize and reflect on areas where he was lacking. The discernment to weigh gains and losses before making choices from an early age.

Even the arrogance he was bound to possess.

That brilliant child had never defied his father’s words, nor had he ever created incomprehensible situations.

That’s why Pablod was shocked by the behavior of the being before his eyes.

The sight of a man commanding him with silent pressure, merely placing a single index finger to his lips.

“…I heard that Rosette’s lungs have weakened considerably since being caught in the fire. Moreover, this time she even suffered an incident underwater…”

“…You, what are you doing right now-“

“I’m worried that Father might interfere with her treatment and cause something to go wrong.”

Pablod was dumbfounded, unable to understand him as he looked at him with cold eyes.

It was natural for the Benatra side to take issue with the violation of their protective rights.

If Rosetta were to die here, there was a high possibility they would be blamed for everything without fail.

Cessia, who was more sensitive to interests than anyone else, couldn’t possibly be acting like this.

“She hasn’t been asleep for long.”

“…”

“Please leave now.”

Beyond displeasure, his anger at his son’s reckless behavior was only momentary.

Pablod had no choice but to step back.

Anyone who faced those mad eyes, ready to cause trouble no matter what, would have done the same.

“…You must have also heard the news that the situation is turning out regrettably.”

“…”

“For now, I’m backing down because there’s still room to excuse your behavior… But if the princess’s life becomes endangered, I will send her away even if it means subduing you. Keep that in mind.”

With that warning that wouldn’t reach him at all, Pablod swiftly left the room, and the door closed firmly.

“…Endangered, indeed. She’s sleeping so well without even waking up.”

Sing listened to the breathing of Rosetta sleeping in his arms and carefully stroked her back, which was tightly wrapped in bandages.

Still, if she properly regained consciousness, she might be angry, Sing thought as he waited for Rosetta’s fever to subside.

She had cried and shown such displeasure just from Cessia’s touch.

If she knew she had been held like this the entire time, she might unleash a torrent of curses.

“I said I would do things you hate every time you get hurt… It really ended up that way.”

“…”

“So hurry up and wake up to get angry, Rosette.”

“…”

“…No, no. I take back what I said too. I shouldn’t have said such things, I shouldn’t have made exceptions…”

After instinctively tightening his arms around Rosetta, Sing was startled and loosened them again.

Right after pulling her up from the lake, Rosetta’s ribs had broken during the chest compression process, so they were fixed with bandages.

Instead, Sing rested his face against Rosetta’s head and stared blankly out the window.

“Everyone, everyone just tells me to return you to your original place.”

“…”

“Why? When all the things that put you in danger are there…”

Sing recalled the chilling fear he had felt for the first time in his life.

When Odette’s sobbing finger pointed to the lake.

When he realized that Rosetta’s heart wasn’t beating after pulling her onto shore.

That couldn’t be.

At the time, Sing had denied it.

Although she had faced life-threatening crises several times, Rosetta had never once died.

She seemed to think she had died from poison and returned to the past, but he had strictly sent her back to the past just before death.

That’s what “twisting” meant.

Was it because he had complacently thought that nothing could break her as she struggled to rise despite any hardship?

Her cold body temperature, when not even her breathing could be heard, still remained vividly at his fingertips.

“…I don’t have the confidence to let you go.”

He couldn’t imagine being able to live sanely while separated from Rosetta.

He kept imagining her returning as a cold corpse without his knowledge in that house.

Sing could only hold onto Rosetta and feel her regular heartbeat.

His Rosetta could also stop breathing.

Thinking this, Sing regretted leaving her side for the first time.

“I should have killed her right there.”

I should have snapped that woman’s neck right there, the one who was busy dragging you into the mire.

She had shamelessly sent dozens of letters to Rosetta that were like notifications, saying she would spread rumors about her affair with Odette.

But he was the one who had frantically rushed over, only caring for Rosetta.

He was also the one who had lost his reason and struck down Odette in front of all the watching nobles.

For all his promises, he hadn’t properly accomplished a single thing.

“I don’t even know how long I can hold out.”

As he muttered in bewilderment, it felt like despair.

By now, news of Rosetta’s accident would have reached Duke Benatra, who was in a foreign country.

Her father would obviously return to the Empire, even stopping his work for his daughter’s sake.

Then I would have to let you go, and with scandals spreading uncontrollably, I might have to break off our engagement.

He couldn’t think of any justification to keep holding onto Rosetta.

For a long time, he had arrogantly thought it might be more comfortable to leave while bearing all of her resentment.

But what now?

“I don’t want to part.”

“…”

“I don’t want to separate, Rosette…”

Imagining your resentful gaze when you regain consciousness, the unusually bright moon hurt his eyes.

So he cried selfishly.

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Did I vomit? I don’t know.

“…Take it away and bring fresh ones.”

I must have.

As I left the bed while being held in his arms, I saw the familiar bustling movements of changing the sheets.

Cold then hot. The body temperature I felt changed several times, and I shivered as if small needles were stabbing all over my body.

It was a repetition of moments where I was burning with fever yet struggling to breathe, gasping for air.

Day or night. Sun or moon.

After a continuous stretch of time when I couldn’t even distinguish these, the moment I judged I could think with a sound mind was some unknown midnight.

“…every time …did. What I said… wasn’t even…”

Was it because I was half-asleep? Or perhaps it was one of the aftereffects.

Even though someone was speaking close by, occasionally human voices sounded muffled and seemed to come from far away.

Even so, I knew most of the voices belonged to him.

He brushed away my sweat-soaked hair, and despite the physician’s words that body temperature must be maintained even though it might feel stuffy, he stubbornly refused to leave my side, so it would have been strange not to know.

I slept a great deal, yet you were awake every time I looked.

Since it was Cessia’s human body, that shouldn’t have been possible, so I worried about that too.

Why was it?

Even though the large hand stroking my back belonged to Cessia. Even though the voice whispering something in my ear belonged to Cessia. Even though the embrace I was held in was enveloped in Cessia’s scent…

I knew it was you.

“I don’t want to part, Rosette…”

So those words that I could barely hear stuck in my ears.

I figured it was because they were words that not only Cessia, but even you would absolutely never say.

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