Newlywed Life Begins with a Mistake - Chapter 85

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Chapter 85

“What do you mean? There’s been a setback in the plan?”

At Pupu’s words, Evelyn’s face turned grave.

“My subordinates barely managed to steal the sacks by following the Emperor’s spies! But no poison was detected!”

That was right. Evelyn had sent her subordinates to the Southern Checkpoint to carry out a new plan.

If you see those handling the Emperor’s secret dealings, secretly bring back their sacks.

She had commanded in secret.

“What about the other carts? Was there absolutely no evidence that could reveal suspicious circumstances?”

“King Shibaben was moving with them, but they’re not sure. And since they took one sack from each cart, it would likely be similar if they went back.”

She had ordered them to collect evidence to expose the Emperor’s corruption during the Heteus Banquet, but instead things had gone awry.

“What about the grain? Were there no yellow granules?”

“The grain… when I saw it directly, I could sense its distinctive fragrance, but it looked ordinary on the outside.”

Could it be that Bentley had pulled some trick?

If Pupu was this confused, he must have definitely interfered.

‘The letter sent to Casian clearly said he was sending grain to make bread and alcohol…’

“Wait. What about the bread? What happened to the bread?”

“The bread that arrived at the lodgings where the Noctis Clerics are staying is the same. Whether examined with divine power or medically tested for poison, there was nothing wrong.”

“What? Nothing at all?”

Why did things turn out this way?

She had definitely schemed to recreate the events of the past exactly.

“Yes. Nothing came up.”

They said no poison was detected at all.

‘What am I missing?’

When Grandmother collapsed, when the Pope lost consciousness, there was definitely physical evidence.

But now, unlike the suspicious circumstances, there was no evidence.

No, should I say there was no way to find it.

“Bel… What do we do now?”

Pupu called out to Evelyn with a gloomy face.

Though they hadn’t executed the plan, if they pushed forward like this, they could be executed for the crime of slandering the Royal Court.

“We have to do it.”

“But there’s no physical evidence! Even when we fed it to a scoundrel, there was no reaction… though we don’t know about later effects.”

Though Pupu voiced his concerns, Evelyn didn’t waver in her resolve.

“Proceed as planned.”

“But…”

“If there’s nothing wrong, we’ll just prove it another way. And tell the Noctis Temple not to use the grain Glenn sent. There might be a trap.”

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“Your Majesty, we have finished moving the supplies.”

Late at night. King Shibaben, having completed his mission, bowed his head and reported.

At this, Glenn, who had been drinking wine, set down his glass and came down from the head seat to help the king up.

“We’re in the same boat, so please speak comfortably, Your Majesty.”

“How could I dare do such a thing? Speaking of which, the promise from that time…”

“What’s the rush? It’s a matter that will be resolved gradually. And right now the banquet is just around the corner, so it’s right to focus on the Heteus Banquet.”

“Haha. Indeed, that’s right.”

‘Snake-like bastard.’

When assigning the mission, he acted as if he would grant it immediately, but now that the mission was complete, he kept his mouth shut and was dragging out the promise.

King Shibaben’s teeth ground at Glenn’s behavior, but he skillfully composed his expression.

“Then I shall take my leave now.”

“Come to think of it, didn’t you spot any suspicious groups during the transport process?”

“Yes. I didn’t discover any in particular.”

King Shibaben, who was about to leave, frowned at Glenn’s sudden question.

‘Could he be planning to find fault and break the promise?’

“Hmm. So you say.”

At the king’s answer, Glenn showed a meaningful reaction.

“Head Servant.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I’ll bring it.”

At Glenn’s gesture, the Head Servant left his position.

Shortly after, the Head Servant returned with the Knights, bringing some of the sacks that King Shibaben had transported, and set them down on the floor.

“What is this?”

“No matter how weak I am at counting, it seems twenty sacks are missing.”

“I have no idea what you mean, so please explain!”

As sharp pressure poured down, King Shibaben couldn’t hide his displeasure and confronted Glenn.

Then Glenn ordered the Knights to open the sacks.

“See for yourself.”

“T-This can’t be!”

King Shibaben couldn’t hide his shock after checking inside the sacks.

“If you didn’t even notice those rat bastards switched the sacks, I’d hardly call that completing your mission properly.”

“I-I’m sorry, Your Majesty! Please show mercy.”

King Shibaben, belatedly realizing his mistake, hurriedly bowed his head and begged for forgiveness.

Glenn, his mood soured, circled around the king and posed a question.

“Tell me directly what the problem is.”

“…The original sacks served to prevent the poison from activating, but the sacks over there have no such function at all.”

“That’s right. Since it’s a poison that conflicts with light, I had to be especially careful and provided sacks made from fragments of magical power.”

They looked ordinary on the outside, but the lining was different.

They were sacks that temporarily caused illusions, making even the yellow granules appear as normal grain.

“Though not an astronomical amount, I spent a fortune ensuring no one would discover the poison.”

“P-please show mercy! If you give me just one more chance!”

“Ha, I’m tired, so let’s end it here for today.”

When Glenn waved his hand, the knights who had been silent dragged King Shibaben away.

Agonized screams could be heard from outside, but Glenn shook his head and sat in the head seat.

“Your Majesty, please don’t worry too much. We’ll continue tracking the whereabouts of the missing sacks.”

“Right. Even if they stole them, they won’t know.”

The conditions for activating the deactivated poison.

“That’s right. The poison doesn’t emerge just from touching light.”

More precisely, it had to be exposed to a certain amount of light consistently before the effect would finally manifest.

“That’s right. I placed restrictions so it would activate slowly. It’ll take several days before the effects show.”

Glenn let out a sneer and then posed a question.

“Head Servant. Who do you think stole the sacks?”

Crack. As Glenn gritted his teeth, the head servant shook his head with a worried expression.

“I’m not sure. It’s narrowed down to two possibilities, but…”

“The problem is we can’t be certain which of the two it is.”

The North or the South.

That was the problem.

Glenn, lost in speculation, tapped the armrest of his chair, then suddenly gave an unexpected order.

“Tell Casian to invite Count Seldian to the banquet.”

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“He said to send an invitation to Count Seldian?”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Casian, who had been reviewing banquet-related documents in his study for a final check, stopped what he was doing and looked up at the forceful notification.

“He suddenly sends someone at this late hour, telling me to have Count Seldian attend?”

Ha. Even for an emperor, this was going too far.

To have the count attend a banquet that would be held tomorrow.

“Tell him it’s impossible, considering the distance between the South and North.”

“Well… he said if you just write the invitation, he’ll send someone directly to the North.”

Hans glanced toward the door with a troubled expression and muttered as if finding it difficult.

But Casian, sensing something ominous, remained silent with his mouth firmly shut, lost in thought.

‘Is there another conspiracy beyond the plan to ruin the banquet?’

It didn’t seem like simply driving the conflict between South and North to extremes.

Beyond trying to pit both sides against each other, there was surely something else.

“Your Grace… wouldn’t it be better to send it anyway? He’s still waiting outside.”

As Casian’s silence lengthened, Hans grew restless and urged him on.

“Fine. I’ll comply with his wishes.”

In the end, Casian wrote the invitation according to the utterly harsh demand.

Whatever the Emperor’s intentions, he had no choice but to play along.

“Deliver it.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Once the invitation stamped with the Heteus seal was completed, Hans received it, bowed his head, and left.

Creak. As the door closed, an uncomfortable atmosphere enveloped Casian.

Casian, understanding this, continuously tapped the desk with his fingers as if playing a harpsichord.

Just as he was racking his brain to figure out the Emperor’s scheme.

“Honey. Are you still awake?”

Knock knock, with the sound, Evelyn opened the door and entered.

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