My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 89

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Chapter 89
Shortly thereafter, Alfred could be seen guiding the Crown Prince into the Reception Room.
Count Valdemar was nowhere to be seen; he appeared to be waiting in the carriage.
After watching this for a moment, Agnes carried Amy upstairs to her room.
Ignitan and Rapitor followed in Agnes’s wake.
“Agnes, are you all right?”
“Did the trial go well?”
The moment Agnes laid Amy down, both men questioned her in quick succession.
Agnes nodded.
“Yes, thanks to your concern, everything ended well. The evidence Rapitor prepared proved useful too. But when the Crown Prince suddenly announced he’d be coming to our house, there was nothing I could do to stop it.”
“The Crown Prince? That disagreeable man we saw just now?”
“Yes. Count Valdemar is with him as well.”
“Why? Didn’t things turn out favorably?”
“I don’t believe they’re interested in me. It seems their target is the two of you—and Amy and Rupert as well.”
A weight settled over Agnes’s chest.
In solving one crisis, she had effectively drawn a far more destructive threat into their midst.
As the carriage had carried her home, Agnes had wrestled with an idea, and now she ventured to voice it carefully.
“With that in mind, would it be possible for the two of you to leave with Amy? The Crown Prince might very well wish to do you harm.”
At this, both men fell silent and turned to face each other.
No words passed between them, yet Ignitan and Rapitor seemed to understand each other’s thoughts perfectly.
Soon Ignitan let out a soft laugh, and Rapitor, his hands planted on his hips, regarded Agnes with steady eyes.
“And leave you behind? Have you forgotten why we came here in the first place?”
“And we still don’t even know what they’re after.”
“Speaking of which, has the mage stuck to the Crown Prince’s side the whole time? I haven’t seen his face once. And where’s Rupert?”
“That’s…”
Though she couldn’t say for certain, Agnes had the sense that Kesenor remained at the Crown Prince’s side to buy her time.
The anxious flutter in her heart had grown somewhat calmer after speaking with the two men.
“Let’s think about it after Amy regains consciousness.”
“If the Crown Prince tries to take Amy, I’ll stop him.”
“That’s right. We’ll hold them back while you and Agnes escape.”
Agnes shook her head with firm resolve.
“I can’t do that. I might consider sending Amy away alone, but not like this.”
“Then there’s no help for it. We’ll all have to stay. In any case, let’s trust Ignitan.”
“Are you truly all right with that?”
“It would be far worse to leave you and go.”
Having accepted their resolve, Agnes gently brushed her sister’s damp forehead as the girl breathed in ragged gasps.
Soft golden hair brushed against her fingertips.
“Actually, there’s something Amy said to me before she collapsed.”
She had wavered over whether to speak of it, but she couldn’t bear to hide it from people who were sacrificing so much for her.
Agnes took a long breath, then slowly opened her heart.
“Amy told me to run away.”
“You? She told you, not herself?”
“If that’s the case, then perhaps…”
Agnes could easily guess what Ignitan left unsaid.
She nodded slowly in answer.
“I think the person Amy feared might be the Crown Prince. The bad man she said would try to take me away.”
“Has the Crown Prince shown interest in you?”
At Ignitan’s question, Agnes shook her head.
She could deny that with certainty.
The Crown Prince’s interest lay elsewhere—in Amy and the others.
Rapitor, who had fallen silent in thought, finally spoke.
“It’s possible this is a threat yet to come. In any case, you should be careful too, Agnes.”
“Yes, I will be.”
Agnes checked once more the bracelet she had placed around Amy’s neck.
‘For now, let’s leave things as they are.’
Even if her own danger were to grow, she found her feet unwilling to move away from her sister’s side.
‘Only if you’re safe can I endure.’
With that thought, Agnes pressed a brief kiss to Amy’s forehead.
* * *
Amy regained consciousness that evening, as the sun began its descent toward the horizon.
When she opened her bleary eyes, the room was growing steadily darker.
A lovely chamber her sister had arranged.
But her sister was not beside her.
Instead, Rapitor held Amy’s gaze and flashed her a grin.
“Hey there, Amy. Coming to?”
“Rapitor, ……”
“You collapsed out of nowhere. What was that about? Does something hurt? Are you still in pain?”
Rapitor placed his broad fingers against Amy’s forehead.
The cool touch cleared her head a little.
Amy pushed herself up and looked around in a daze.
“What? Looking for Agnes? She’s downstairs.”
“My sister, ……why?”
“Are you still feeling off?”
At those words, her head throbbed as if it might split open.
It had been aching the whole time, but only now did she seem to notice it.
Amy clutched her small head with both hands and whimpered.
“Amy, are you all right?”
“Is he here with her? Is my sister with him too?”
“Who are you talking about? The Crown Prince?”
“……!”
The moment Rapitor spoke that man’s name, Amy seized his sleeve in desperation.
Cold sweat beaded across her forehead.
With her clear blue eyes wide open, Amy let out a scream.
“Bring her! My sister! No, I’m going! I want to go!”
“Amy, calm down.”
“Hurry……!”
In that moment, Amy became aware of the commotion outside.
A terrible premonition seized her.
Something was already happening somewhere beyond her knowledge.
* * *
Having entrusted Amy to Rapitor, Agnes entered the Reception Room with Ignitan.
The Crown Prince’s gaze fastened upon Ignitan.
Her worry that the “bad man” Amy had spoken of might be the Crown Prince proved unfounded; instead, he studied Ignitan alone with evident interest, stroking his chin.
“There’s nothing particularly distinctive about his appearance, is there?”
Then Kesenor, seated across from him, replied.
“Did I not tell you so?”
“A book I read as a child described him with horns and a fearsome visage, but he seems far more ordinary than expected. And it was such a creature who tore a door from its frame and uprooted trees?”
Ignitan’s brow twitched, displeased by this gaze that regarded him as though he were some curiosity on display.
“But where are the elves? The fairies said to dwell in forests and darkness — where are they?”
Agnes answered that question.
“If you speak of Rapitor, he is currently looking after my sister. Silmare, the elf of the forest, has returned to Naopa Forest.”
The Crown Prince then turned not to Agnes, but to Kesenor seated beside him, and asked.
“Naopa Forest? Has she left entirely?”
“There was reason enough.”
“Can you not bring her yourself?”
“Is that what you wish?”
The Crown Prince let out a low laugh at something sharp-edged in Kesenor’s tone.
“Are you planning to slip away to the Magic Tower under the pretext of fetching her? If that is truly your desire, I will not hold it against you later.”
His words, delivered while staring directly at Agnes—whom he had shown no interest in—amounted to little more than a threat couched in civility: fetch her obediently.
As if to say, would it be all right to leave this young woman you care about behind here, as though he held a hostage.
Kesenor raised his head briefly, meeting Agnes’s gaze.
It felt like an eternity since she had looked into those jeweled eyes.
Come to think of it, they had been severed from each other since entering the courtroom this morning.
Or more precisely, from the moment she had unexpectedly faced the Crown Prince.
‘Could he truly intend to fetch her?’
The Crown Prince’s intentions were unclear, but surely it would be safer for Silmare to remain in Naopa Forest.
When she lowered her head without thinking.
His iris flickered with a sorrowful, fractured light, like meticulously carved amethyst drinking in splinters of radiance.
As if projecting an unbearable agony.
Before Agnes could even react, Kesenor’s form shattered into brilliant, scattering dust of light.
A moment later.
The sound of murmuring drifted from the direction of the Reception Room door.
It was Silmare’s voice.
When he pulled the door open in alarm, Silmare was indeed standing there.
Upon catching sight of Agnes, he curved his beautiful eyes gently in a smile.
“It has been a while, Agnes. I hurried over when I heard a special guest had arrived. And I understand Amy has fallen ill—is she all right?”
“Silmare!”
“Thank you for welcoming me so warmly. But let us save our proper greetings for after we have sent off our guest.”
When her gaze fell casually on Kesenor, who stood beside Silmare, he averted his eyes like a child caught in wrongdoing.
As if to defend Kesenor, Silmare gave Agnes’s shoulder a light pat.
“I have heard the circumstances. Do not blame the mage. Had I alone been absent from such a gathering, I would have been quite disappointed.”
With those words, Silmare left Agnes behind and stepped into the Reception Room.
At that, the Crown Prince rose from his seat.
In the instant his smile deepened at the corners of his mouth, a faint crimson gleam flickered across his metallic eyes.
As if the long-awaited moment had finally arrived, he stood beaming.
“Now then—once the dark Elf from upstairs joins us, we shall all be here. That one had no combat ability, did he?”
The Crown Prince reached toward his waist and slowly drew his sword.
It was a True Sword—not a ceremonial blade, but one with a keen, gleaming edge.
“Your Highness!”
Agnes called out in alarm, but the Crown Prince did not spare her a glance, issuing his command in a low voice.
“Come in.”

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