Queen of Revenge - Chapter 86

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Chapter 86
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The Canzail Trading Company bustled with activity from early morning.
Between preparing supplies for the Border Command Tower, verifying bolts of fabric and dye inventory destined for the newly opened Canzail branch near the border, there was scarcely a moment to breathe.
Of course, the most critical matter among all was the selection of dresses for The Princess.
“We took her measurements, and they’re smaller than the dress we dyed for her at the beginning of the year. It seems she’s lost weight….”
“We just brought a mountain of desserts to her chamber, dear. But with winter approaching soon, don’t you think we should prepare a few more fur coats? What do you say?”
“Already packed. Scarves, gloves, stockings, hats, ear muffs—everything.”
As the couple fussed over the preparations, the shop bell chimed.
A tall woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat stepped inside.
“Hello. I’ve come to cancel a wedding dress I ordered.”
“A wedding dress? Are you Veronica Robert?”
“Yes. If production hasn’t begun yet, I’d like to receive a refund. Is that possible?”
Agnes greeted her with a cordial smile.
“Well, I’ll need to verify. Custom orders typically become non-refundable once sewing commences… The Montfer Earldom made the payment, correct?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
The woman in the hood withdrew an order form from her pocket. The unmistakable seal of House Montfer was stamped upon it, with the purchaser’s name beside it.
Angel Montfer.
The victim of the murder case that had turned the Capital upside down, and the second son of House Montfer.
“Would you care to wait inside? I’ll verify everything and return shortly.”
“Yes, understood.”
Veronica Robert entered the Private Room that Logan had shown her to.
She was about to remove her hat with a deep sigh when she froze.
There was already someone in the room. A beautiful young girl. Or rather, upon closer inspection, she appeared to be a mature woman.
Long blonde hair braided to one side gleamed like the pale winter sunlight. From her seated posture to her attire, to the slow, deliberate lift of her gaze—everything about her was aristocratic.
“Forgive me. I thought this room was empty….”
Veronica attempted to retreat in embarrassment. But the other woman called out to her.
“It’s good to see you, Robert.”
“…You know me?”
Her initial admiration swiftly gave way to wariness.
Veronica fixed her with a cautious gaze.
“How do you know me? I have no recollection of meeting a lady such as yourself.”
“Is there anyone in the Capital who doesn’t know you? You’re the talk of the town—the leading lady in the love triangle between Uter and Montfer.”
The young girl folded the catalog she had been reading and set it aside.
Her smile was serene and unshaken, her eyes sharp and clear. Despite the fact that she was looking up at Veronica, Veronica felt herself becoming infinitesimally small.
Veronica recognized this type of presence. She bit her lip firmly.
“It seems you have a distasteful habit of probing at others’ wounds.”
“Wounds? Is that what they are?”
The young girl laughed as though she had heard something tremendously amusing.
“The wound of having to betray a beloved lover? Or the guilt from being engaged to someone you felt no affection for, ultimately driving the one you truly loved to death? I’m curious which it is.”
“What on earth are you saying… Are you accusing me of being the perpetrator in that incident?”
Veronica could no longer contain herself.
She removed her hat and glared at the Young Girl. Yet the Young Girl paid her no attention, too busy pushing a small piece of pastry into her mouth.
“Coming here to return a wedding dress for a refund—it seems money is tight, Robert. The compensation your master gave you must have been woefully insufficient for a fresh start in the Southern Region, hmm?”
Veronica’s heart sank.
This Young Girl was no ordinary person. She had already investigated her background.
“Are you from the Security Force? I’ve already undergone a witness interview.”
“I’m simply curious about a few things. Prince Uter showed abnormal symptoms three days before the crime. And you met with him every single one of those three days.”
She knew even that?
Veronica could not hide her bewilderment.
Those three days of meetings were confidential moments known only to a select few. More precisely, they were meetings Veronica herself had arranged.
“Someone must have instructed you to ‘summon Prince Uter and spend time with him.’ As for who that someone is, we can set that aside for now.”
The Young Girl spoke as though she could see straight through Veronica’s past.
“I’m curious what you did with Prince Uter. Did you perhaps share memories from your Academy days? Though the ending doesn’t seem particularly pleasant.”
“I did nothing! Johan and I never got along from the start!”
Veronica lost her composure and cried out.
“I’m the victim who lost my Fiancé to Johan Uter. If you continue to distort the truth, I’ll report you to the Security Force!”
“A forced meeting? According to the testimony of your classmates, it hardly seems that way, Robert.”
“What did you say?”
Veronica’s complexion turned ashen.
Academy days would have been five years ago. They had conducted a secret romance then, so few classmates knew of her relationship with Prince Uter.
If anyone did, it would only be her roommate—.
Surely not?
“Melissa Ponds. Your classmate who shared a room with you throughout your entire Academy enrollment. According to her account, you and Prince Uter dated for approximately three years.”
“Melissa, how could you possibly….”
“After graduation, you promised to hold the ceremony with the Duke’s permission and become the Duchess. Once you became the Duke’s wife, you could easily cover your younger brother’s medical expenses for his incurable illness, so you were desperate to marry as quickly as possible, or so she claims.”
“Who are you, exactly?”
“But after graduating from the Academy, the Duke and Duchess opposed the marriage, so it never took place. Your relationship with the Prince fractured because of it.”
How much does she know?
Veronica grew increasingly terrified of what the Young Girl would say next.
“You were the one who declared the separation first, and Prince Uter accepted it. That was two years ago. After that, you took the examination to become a Royal official but failed. You couldn’t focus properly on your studies while paying for your brother’s medicine.”
“I still don’t see what any of this has to do with this incident!”
“Your brother eventually died. You blamed Prince Uter for it. Because he wouldn’t marry me, my brother couldn’t receive treatment and died—”
No!
Veronica didn’t even realize she had screamed.
The Young Girl, raising one eyebrow, rose from the sofa.
She approached Veronica, who clutched her head in her hands, grasped her chin, and forced her to meet her gaze.
“After your brother’s funeral, when you had lost all will to live, a Mysterious Patron appeared before you. This unknown someone promised you an opportunity for revenge. And they arranged for you to become the secretary to the second son of the Montfer Earldom. Ensnaring such a wastrel was quite easy for you.”
Everything that happened after that, Veronica knew best of all.
As she began preparing for marriage to Angel Montfer, Veronica had finally believed her life was heading in the right direction.
In truth, Veronica harbored no desire for vengeance against Prince Uter. Her mysterious patron respected her wishes as well. Instead, he imposed a single condition.
“For four days, summon Prince Uter to a designated location once each day. Keep him confined to that place for two hours, but you must never enter it yourself.”
So she simply followed his instructions.
She wrote a letter and lured him to an inn at the address her patron had provided. Once she confirmed the Prince had entered the inn room, she hid in the corridor and waited.
The Prince waited endlessly in that place, though Veronica never appeared.
Two hours stretched into three, then four, then half a day. And so it continued for four days.
She realized something was terribly wrong by the second day itself. The Prince’s condition when he emerged from the room without any success was markedly different from the day before.
“I have to eliminate it. I’ll kill it. I will kill it. I must kill it. Do you understand? Stop it. Stop your prattling—.”
“I truly didn’t know! I don’t understand why he did such terrible things, what I could have possibly done to him. I simply called him to that place. It was just an empty room with nothing in it, and I didn’t even see his, his face—.”
“My goodness.”

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