No Need For Regrets

Chapter 71

“Lexion Rosenvester.”

With a chilly voice, their gazes met in the air.

“That’s right.”

Over Lexion’s murderous black eyes, the face of a masked man was reflected.

And then…

A smirk, almost like a sneer, appeared on Lexion’s tightly shut lips.

Lexion wore a very disdainful expression.

The man’s face, looking down at him, twisted slightly.

No matter how formidable Lexion Rosenvester was, there was no way he could survive such an ambush unscathed. And yet, he wore that kind of face. The man’s grip on his sword tightened.

Then the man swung his sword wide and parted his lips.

“Die…!”

Die.

But the man couldn’t finish his sentence.

Instead, he looked down at the short dagger lodged in his chest.

It happened in an instant.

The man, whose heart was pierced so miserably, collapsed helplessly.

“If you had a thinking brain, you wouldn’t have died like this.”

Right?

Lexion muttered with a look of disdain.

It was obvious what had happened. Royden must have sent the assassin. Belles wouldn’t touch him until things were certain. He had that much intelligence.

Unfortunately, Royden Rosenvester was not such a person. Though he had no ability, he was always hasty and irritable, ruining whatever plans he made.

In the end, Royden foolishly overlooked it. Who Lexion really was.

“You still see me as an idiot.”

Lexion chuckled.

A large hand, with bulging veins, reached for the sword hilt. Drawing his sword, Lexion slowly stepped out of the carriage.

Then he looked at the assassins surrounding him.

“Lexion Rosenvester.”

“……”

“If you think of doing anything foolish, you’d better drop it. No matter who you are, you can’t handle this many alone.”

The man might have been right. The assassins Royden had sent numbered well over ten.

“If you behave, we’ll send you off without pain.”

“They say dogs resemble their masters…”

Lexion chuckled and muttered.

“Just as Royden sees me as an idiot, so do you, it seems.”

“…What?”

“Pitiful fools.”

“……”

“I’ll spare one of you. Someone has to go back to Royden and describe what happened, what they saw and experienced.”

The assassins sneered at Lexion, finding him ridiculous, but Lexion didn’t care at all.

He just looked down at his own hand for a moment.

The hand Seriniel had bandaged.

The end of the white bandage, neatly tied with a ribbon, was still perfectly in place.

“Attack.”

Getting blood on the bandages she had carefully wrapped…

“Capture Lexion!”

…I don’t want that.

Lexion, whose mind was filled with thoughts of Seriniel, heard a sharp metallic sound above his head.

His grip on the sword tightened. He raised his keenly sharpened sword high and began to swing it without hesitation.

Moving his arm faster than usual, hoping not a drop of blood would splatter.

⚜ ⚜ ⚜

It was late at night, but Lexion had not yet returned.

“……”

Seriniel, pacing the drawing room, had a face that had gone pale.

‘Something must have happened…’

Though he hadn’t said when he’d be back when he went out, Lexion had never stayed out this late the entire time they’d been living together at the Rosenvester estate, not even once.

Moreover, hadn’t he gone to meet a branch family? The timing was not good. Anything could have happened.

It felt like her chest was being squeezed.

“My lady…”

Kina, equally anxious, had a face full of worry as she called out to Seriniel. Vain, who was beside her, looked no different.

“Something is definitely wrong. If he was going to be this late, he would have informed us.”

“……”

“Perhaps something bad has happened…”

Vain couldn’t finish his sentence. He simply pursed his lips and lowered his head slightly.

“I can’t take this anymore.”

Seriniel, pacing nervously, turned to Vain and Kina.

“The Duke said he left guards near the estate. With the minimal number of people, we should tell the rest to…”

But Seriniel couldn’t finish her sentence.

It was because of the sudden sound of footsteps coming from the hallway.

Thud, thud…

The heavy, labored steps echoed from the end of the hallway, and the tension was palpable on the faces of the three.

And then, at that moment.

Lexion appeared, looking utterly exhausted.

“……”

Seriniel’s eyes shook violently as she looked at Lexion.

His black hair was in disarray, with torn and ripped spots, and red bloodstains here and there. His sweat-drenched white forehead…

Anyone could see that their worries were justified.

“Duke Lexion…!”

Seriniel cried out his name and hurriedly approached him. Lexion moved his lips as if to reassure her.

“I’m not hurt.”

Cutting down, cutting down again.

Lexion continuously swung his sword in the dark and damp forest path, he thought of only one thing.

He had to return safely.

He couldn’t afford to get hurt. If he did, Seriniel would surely be saddened.

Only one person survived. The man whose arm was severed by Lexion’s sword screamed and crawled on the ground.

Lexion left him. That way, he could return to Royden and report what he had just seen.

“I’m fine. Just… a little tired.”

But this type of fight was a first for Lexion. He had never wielded his sword while properly taking care of his body.

Whether his arm was cut, his thigh was sliced, or his stomach was pierced, he had never avoided incoming arrows or swords. The reason was simple. He wasn’t afraid of death. He had nowhere to place his heart.

But this time, he couldn’t afford to. Lexion fought as cautiously as possible. He avoided injury and tried not to get blood on himself, all for Seriniel.

This made the fight take a little longer and consumed more of his stamina. It couldn’t be helped.

“……”

Seriniel looked at Lexion without saying a word. Then she suddenly realized something she hadn’t thought of.

It was the bandage wrapped around Lexion’s hand.

The one she had changed for him last night…

“I didn’t want to dirty it.”

Realizing where Seriniel’s gaze was, Lexion slightly lowered his head and mumbled.

“At least this…”

“……”

“Because you did it for me…”

The bandage remained the same.

There was no blood, and it wasn’t torn.

Seeing this, Seriniel felt a rush of emotions she couldn’t understand.

It must have been a very dangerous moment, but what on earth was so important about this? She could do it as many times as he needed…

“Your Grace, you should go upstairs and rest.”

Vain, observing the situation, approached Lexion.

“I’ll prepare some medicine. It will help you rest.”

“I’ll bring it quickly,” said Kina, who also began to move quickly. Seriniel carefully held Lexion’s arm.

“Let’s go, Duke Lexion.”

“……”

“Let’s go upstairs together. I’ll be by your side.”

Lexion quietly looked down at Seriniel.

Despite her frail body, she was trying to support someone several times her size, and it was endearingly lovely. It was also incredibly moving. This warm heart and kindness that always welcomed him.

So Lexion didn’t push her away with reassurances like he usually did. Instead, feeling Seriniel’s warmth as she clung to him, he started up to the second floor with her.

“……”

Climbing the stairs, half-supporting Lexion, Seriniel had only one thought in her mind.

She had to help Lexion rest comfortably.

Thus, she didn’t realize.

On the second floor, in Lexion’s room…

She would soon recover a memory she had neatly tucked away—a day spent with a boy whose name she had never known.