Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 31
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Chapter 31
The beautiful slaughterer continued speaking.
“However, in the Empire’s position, you should learn manners too, since there are rules.”
I put down my fork.
A small sound rang out.
“What are manners?”
When I asked, the banquet hall briefly stopped.
The sound cut off.
The Empress’s eyes narrowed very thinly.
The light diminished.
“Learning to obey one’s superiors.”
He said.
The words came down softly.
I tilted my head.
Slightly to the side.
“Superiors.”
I spoke clearly.
“Can they do whatever they want?”
Someone swallowed their breath.
A short sound.
The Empress struggled to maintain her smile.
Her lips tried not to tremble.
“Word games, how childish.”
He said.
I shook my head.
Slowly.
“Not word games.”
I stated firmly.
When I stated firmly, Millayen quietly lifted his cup.
His hand didn’t shake.
He looked at the Empress and spoke.
His voice was low.
“Our child asked a question. To hear an answer.”
“Not a question, but rudeness, crossing the line.”
The Empress gently retorted.
Millayen tilted his head.
The movement was small.
“Rudeness sometimes becomes a means to draw out truth.”
When those words fell, the Empress’s smile stiffened slightly.
Her lips stopped minutely.
The Emperor finally raised his hand to suppress the atmosphere.
His palm lifted upward.
“Today is a festival.”
He spoke again.
His voice spread widely.
“Let’s leave this here.”
The banquet hall accepted the music again.
The cut-off sound continued.
People lifted their glasses.
Movement returned.
Expressions pretended to return.
Laughter attached again.
However, the crack in the air remained as it was.
It stayed thin.
I spoke quietly to Theodor.
I lowered my voice.
“Drink water.”
“Why?”
He asked.
His eyes turned toward me.
“When you’re thirsty, drinking makes you feel better.”
Theodor made a slightly bewildered expression, then obediently nodded and picked up his water glass.
Then I heard very faint footsteps behind me.
They were barely audible.
Light, quiet, and close.
The line connected briefly.
I didn’t turn my head.
I didn’t move.
Instead, I smelled.
I took a short breath in.
Perfume.
A scent covering the surface.
But underneath, metal powder was thicker.
Metal that couldn’t be hidden.
I slightly pushed my chair and turned my body.
A small sound rang out.
The attendant standing behind my chair startled and stopped.
His shoulders stiffened.
At his fingertips, a very thin needle was visible.
Small metal glinting in the light.
I immediately reached out and grabbed his wrist.
My hand reached quickly.
“This.”
I spoke quietly.
I pressed down my voice.
“What is it.”
The attendant’s face turned pale.
Color drained away.
“I, I apologize.”
He hastily tried to hide it.
He tried to fold his hand.
I didn’t let go of his hand.
I maintained my grip.
The attendant’s lips trembled.
His words cut off.
“Decoration on the child’s clothes.”
He fumbled.
I looked at the needle’s tip.
I fixed my gaze.
Decorative needles aren’t this thin.
And they don’t hide it like this.
“Lies.”
The attendant’s eyes wavered.
His pupils shook.
At that moment, Demian quietly approached my side.
His steps weren’t hurried.
“What’s going on.”
I lifted the attendant’s hand to show him.
I raised it while still holding it.
“He has a needle! A needle with a strange smell!”
I’m from an assassin background.
Since I’m a very excellent assassin, I knew everything.
Demian’s gaze fixed on the needle’s tip.
He didn’t move.
His eyes turned coldly calm.
The light disappeared.
The attendant tried to step back, but Demian grabbed his arm.
He blocked his movement.
“Which organization do you belong to.”
Demian asked.
His voice was pressed low.
The attendant stammered.
His mouth wouldn’t move properly.
“The Priesthood’s…”
Before those words could even finish, two Royal Knights came running.
Their footsteps became urgent.
“What’s this commotion.”
The knight’s voice was composed.
The lines were clear.
But it smelled of silencing.
Hidden intentions.
Demian spoke briefly.
He didn’t attach unnecessary words.
“A Priesthood attendant pointed a needle at the child.”
The knight’s face hardened.
His expression stopped.
“It could be a misunderstanding.”
He said.
When I heard those words, I raised my head.
I lifted my gaze.
“Not a misunderstanding.”
When I spoke, the knights hesitated for a moment.
Their movement was cut off.
The Royal House’s attention gathered toward us again.
It focused all at once.
Rumors are reborn right here in this place.
They overlap and spread.
The Emperor was watching us from afar.
He didn’t move.
His face was peaceful.
His expression didn’t crumble.
And a peaceful face was the most dangerous.
Then Lermiel approached, cutting through the gap.
His steps were quiet.
He passed through the people like a breeze.
He quietly stood in front of the knights.
He blocked them with distance alone.
“I’ll take him.”
He said.
The Royal Knights hesitated for a moment.
Their eyes brushed against each other.
Lermiel’s eyes looked at them.
Eyes that didn’t smile.
But eyes that didn’t waver.
The knight averted his gaze.
The knights bowed their heads.
“Your Highness.”
They called out low.
Lermiel spoke without looking back at the attendant.
His gaze still faced forward.
“Confiscate the needle, and hand that person directly to the High Priest.”
Listening to his tone, I came to a conclusion.
He’s a substitute.
But he can speak like this.
Those words aren’t light jokes.
That’s the skill of someone who survived.
Lermiel extended his hand toward me.
His palm faced upward.
“Let’s get some fresh air for a moment, it’ll be better than here.”
He said.
I didn’t take his hand.
I didn’t raise my hand.
Instead, I gripped Theodor’s hand tighter.
Our fingers intertwined.
Lermiel lowered his gaze.
The movement was small.
“Young Master Theodor as well.”
He added.
Theodor looked at my expression.
He tilted his head slightly.
“Go?”
He asked.
I thought for a moment.
I paused briefly.
This is the Banquet Hall.
Many people.
Many Priesthood.
Needles appeared too.
It overlaps.
I nodded my head.
“Let’s go.”
We moved to a small corridor next to the banquet hall.
As the door closed, the sound was cut off abruptly.
The overlapping sounds disappeared.
The warm air flowed, then changed to calmer air.
My breathing became lighter.
Lermiel stood by the window and looked outside.
His gaze turned outward.
The snow in the courtyard was thinly wet.
Moisture remained.
He spoke in a low voice.
His voice was barely audible.
“Don’t lay a hand on the child in the banquet hall.”
The words were cut short.
I asked immediately.
Without delay.
“Why are you telling me.”
Lermiel paused briefly.
His shoulders stopped very slightly.
Then he slowly turned around.
His gaze returned to us.
Faint marks were visible on his neck.
Hidden traces beneath his collar.
Slightly revealed in the light.
I twitched my nose.
A short reaction.
The scent of metal shavings and old blood was mixed very thinly.
A settled smell.
Lermiel followed my gaze and raised his hand.
He covered his neck.
“It’s fine.”
He said.
I spoke forcefully.
Raised my voice immediately.
“It’s not fine.”
Theodor asked in surprise.
His eyes widened greatly.
“Brother, are you hurt.”
He said.
Lermiel smiled gently at Theodor.
The corners of his mouth relaxed slightly.
“Just a little, it’ll heal quickly.”
He said.
I looked at that smile and thought.
That kind of thing is usually a lie.
A concealing smile.
Lermiel spoke to me.
His gaze came back to me.
“You saw the crystal sphere earlier, didn’t you.”
“I saw it.”
I answered briefly.
“That’s not just for recording.”
He said in a low voice.
He held his breath.
“It leaves a mark.”
I tilted my head.
Slightly to the side.
“By mark, do you mean that smell coming from the holy relic!”
I said.
“That’s right.”
He nodded briefly.
The movement was small.
“You noticed it, so they’ll change their method.”
He said.
I looked straight at him.
I didn’t take my eyes off him.
“How.”
I asked.
Threw it out briefly.
Lermiel let out a very small sigh.
It was barely audible.
“Something like a needle.”
He said.
I recalled what had just happened.
The attendant.
The priest.
A thin needle.
They overlap.
“Blood!”
Lermiel’s eyes shook very slightly.
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