The Reason I Got Engaged to My Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 54

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Episode 54

 

Marsha blinked her eyes as if surprised.

 

“Huh… you didn’t know? He was hurt so badly during the Founding Festival, and they say his condition still isn’t good.”

 

“…”

 

“Well, you might not have known. They still haven’t caught those assassins, and if word gets out that the Young Master can’t leave his bed…”

 

“Gets out?”

 

“Yeah, if it gets out it would be problematic, so Lady Senya said they didn’t even assign guards to keep it inconspicuous.”

 

Ibel slowly nodded her head.

 

Since Marsha was Mary’s personal maid, she would know the internal affairs of the mansion well.

 

Perhaps… there might be quite a bit of information to be gained?

 

Just as she was about to speak to cleverly manipulate this naive maid.

 

“Miss…!”

 

Marsha looked somewhere with a worried expression.

 

Mary was approaching with a deathly pale complexion.

 

‘Really… is something actually wrong?’

 

Ibel swallowed nervously and watched Mary’s reaction.

 

Mary wiped her eyes with the edge of her sleeve and said.

 

“Marsha, Ransel still hasn’t woken up… *sob*.”

 

Ibel held her breath and listened intently to their conversation.

 

“What? What on earth happened…?”

 

“I don’t know, something must have gone wrong during the treatment process… What if something really terrible happens?”

 

“Oh my, Miss. No matter how worried you are, you must eat! What if your health deteriorates too?”

 

Mary sniffled pitifully and threw herself into Marsha’s small embrace.

 

Perhaps worried by Mary’s uncharacteristic behavior, Marsha’s complexion also didn’t look good.

 

“…”

 

Ibel quietly licked her lips.

 

This… it seems like she’s obtained some incredible information?

 

After Ibel relayed the information, the man who had reached the window of the tall mansion caught his breath.

 

Entering the mansion that had become heavily guarded due to the unexpected attack was difficult, but it became easy with someone helping from the inside.

 

The man chuckled, thinking of the foolish maid who had crawled into dangerous work on her own, blinded by money.

 

Then he leisurely surveyed beyond the window.

 

To see if the information Ibel had provided was real, there was no one in the corridor except for the occasional passing maids.

 

Moving quietly across the roof, he had soon reached the heir’s bedroom.

 

The man gripped the dagger in his chest tightly.

 

Even if his condition was bad enough that he couldn’t leave his bed, there wouldn’t be no resistance… but the man wasn’t of ordinary skill either.

 

Creak-.

 

The window opened.

 

The man entered the room stealthily with practiced steps.

 

And.

 

“…Urgh!”

 

Someone tripped the man’s legs from behind, making him fall.

 

As the man reflexively tried to get up, someone grabbed and twisted the wrist holding the dagger.

 

His hand bent the wrong way and the dagger he was holding plunged straight into the man’s abdomen.

 

“Kugh!”

 

Blood flowed down. As his waist bent deeply, strength left his legs.

 

“I must have looked too easy to you.”

 

Ransel slowly approached the man and lifted the man’s chin with his fingertips.

 

“Your methods are so predictable they’re almost laughable.”

 

The blue eyes looking down glowed so eerily that even the pain in his abdomen couldn’t be felt.

 

Ransel, who had brought some rough-textured cloth, knelt on one knee and firmly gripped the man’s cheek.

 

Then he pushed the cloth deep into the man’s mouth.

 

“Mmph…!”

 

Everything had happened in an instant. And the opponent had done it all with just one hand.

 

Ransel playfully tapped the convulsing man’s cheek and stood up.

 

***

 

Finding the internal spy was easier than expected.

 

“I did well, didn’t I, Miss?”

 

Marsha’s eyes sparkled as if asking for praise.

 

“Yes, thanks to you we found them.”

 

I patted Marsha’s back.

 

At first, I had only vaguely guessed that the most recently hired maid might be the spy.

 

It would be good if that guess was right, and if not, so be it. That’s what I thought when I approached Ibel.

 

‘In conclusion, that girl did exactly what I wanted.’

 

Unless Dr. Henri had deliberately committed medical malpractice, a mere arm injury wouldn’t lead to unconsciousness.

 

However, since the alley was dark during the attack, I guessed the opponent couldn’t see exactly where Ransel was injured.

 

Seeing how they fell into the trap without suspicion, it seems they indeed hadn’t confirmed it.

 

‘He’ll tie up the guy he caught and interrogate him himself.’

 

I sighed as if releasing tension. Now I had done everything I needed to do.

 

‘Hmm, but now that I think about it…’

 

Then, struck by a sudden thought, I looked at Marsha who was giggling happily.

 

Given how things turned out, I couldn’t guarantee they wouldn’t target Marsha, who was my personal maid.

 

Moreover, Marsha had played a big role in catching Ibel.

 

I looked at Marsha and patted her head for no reason.

 

I hoped nothing bad would happen to this innocent girl.

 

***

 

What exactly did I become a proud navy officer of the Obern Empire for?

 

Admiral Roman fell into deep contemplation.

 

In a maritime power, being in the navy alone was a great honor.

 

And to be an admiral of the Capital Naval Base at that – Roman had rejoiced when he received the appointment and even held a grand celebration banquet.

 

“…”

 

Why didn’t he think about the existence of the Westport Line back then?

 

So the Westport Line was… quite awkward.

 

Being the only side that received special treatment in the well-organized naval base, they were quite an uncomfortable existence to deal with as the highest-ranking officer at the base.

 

Among them, Ransel Arviente was especially uncomfortable.

 

Naturally, Roman himself had a higher rank in the military and much longer service period, but… the Arviente Duchy was a naval family that had even earned the title of founding contributors.

 

Clearly a subordinate, but a very difficult subordinate to deal with.

 

Facing him, Roman opened his mouth with difficulty.

 

“Ahem… did you recover well?”

 

Honestly, it was somewhat pleasant when Ransel took a week’s leave.

 

When Ransel was at the naval base, he had to worry about whether the Emperor might visit again.

 

And Ransel, who had returned after finishing what turned out to be sick leave rather than vacation, had his right arm in a splint.

 

“Yes, I’m fine now.”

 

Ransel answered calmly.

 

Still, since he was somewhat of a superior, Roman rolled his eyes and asked, feeling like he should continue the conversation.

 

“How did you hurt your arm?”

 

“Well, just… we had a minor marital spat.”

 

…?

 

Wait, just how did a married couple fight that resulted in a broken arm?

 

“A marital spat? Wow, your fiancée must have quite a fiery personality.”

 

At that moment, Derek, who was standing beside us, made a big fuss.

 

At his genuinely admiring words, Roman looked dumbfounded.

 

Am I the only one here who finds this strange? Just how fiery does someone’s personality have to be to break a soldier husband’s arm in a marital fight?

 

“…Well, anyway, it seems like things worked out fine, so that’s a relief. From now on, listen to your, uh, fiancée.”

 

Roman glossed over it roughly.

 

I don’t know anymore either. He had long given up trying to understand those Westport guys.

 

Then, waving his hand to signal them to leave, Ransel and Derek bowed their heads.

 

“We’ll be going now, Admiral.”

 

After the two subordinates disappeared, Roman grumbled that he couldn’t make heads or tails of young people these days.

 

Meanwhile, Derek, who had emerged from the Admiral’s office, looked at Ransel’s arm with wonder.

 

“What on earth happened at your house?”

 

“It looks very interesting.”

 

“Of course it does. This morning we were all being cautious with each other thinking it was something serious, but if we’d known it was something like this, we would have pestered you to spill the details right away.”

 

Instead of answering, Ransel pushed away Derek’s head that had been thrust forward uncomfortably close.

 

A marital spat, he said.

 

Actually, even while making excuses, he had been half-doubtful, but seeing Derek believe it without hesitation made him think, ‘I suppose if it’s our Princess, this would certainly be possible…’

 

There was a reason he had to make up such an excuse.

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