She Was Sent by God

 

 

“Well, princess, I’ll ask you to call me Roland instead of such a stiff name. Do we have a formal relationship?”

 

Agnes frowned without realizing it.

 

“You can call me by my right title. I’m now the Duchess of Arpad.”

“But you’re still a princess, aren’t you? And that sounds too long and unfriendly. I’ll just call you princess.”

 

Listening to his words, she couldn’t help but raise one corner of her mouth in disbelief.

 

“Yeah? Then do that. I’m a person who needs to do whatever you want to make you feel better. Keep calling me princess.”

“Thank you, princess.”

 

He smiled brightly. He seems to have no idea that she was being sarcastic.

 

No matter how much she thought about it, she didn’t know why Sebastian killed Roland.

 

She heard people say that he’s naive and stupid, but was he really building up power without Sebastian’s knowledge?

 

“What did you say you were studying at Leana?”

 

Chavolti warned her to stop talking to him, but Agnes ignored it.

 

“I’m doing the same thing. Like literature in the era of light.”

“What do you mean it’s the same thing?”

 

“Well, to be honest, it’s quite tedious. My father is such a fan of Lingrant that he sent me to study under that thought. But every single one of them is so boring, I can’t help but yawn.”

“Any accomplishments?”

“What’s there to accomplish? I’m learning it as a hobby. Oh, speaking of my hobby, I have a hobby of collecting sparkling things.”

 

Roland suddenly rambled on with words that she didn’t even ask.

 

“Princess, I brought a bird from Leana. Do you want to come and see? This bird is really pretty. I even named it Mimi! You’ll be surprised to see how shiny its feathers are!”

 

Roland smiled surprisingly bright and sat there for about a dozen minutes or so and talked about the bird he brought from Leana.

Such a person. There must have been another reason.

Agnes shook her head inwardly.

How on earth did Roland secretly develop his power?

Perhaps in the past, he died because he irritated Sebastian.

She came to a reasonable conclusion in her own way.

 

‘If I use this well, I may be able to coax Marquis Sandor to my side.’

 

While Agnes was racking her brain, Laslo brought a glass of water.

 

“Princess, I brought water here.”

“Oh? Are you Duke Arpad?”

 

Roland focused his attention on the new character.

 

“What about you?”

“It’s Roland Sandor. Sir Duke, you can call me Roland comfortably.”

“Roland Sandor? Are you Marquis Sandor’s son?”

 

Roland replied with a smile. He was unusually cheerful for someone who grew up so closely with Sebastian and spent a lot of time with him.

There wasn’t much time for him to socialize.

 

“Duchess Arpad.”

 

The servant quietly approached and bowed his head.

 

“Dinner is ready.”

 

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“How long has it been since we all gathered together?”

 

At the top of the long table was Sebastian and the Queen, and a little away, the Duke of Arpad and the Marquis of Bezel and their wives sat side by side.

Agnes’ mother, the queen dowager, was lying in bed because she was not feeling well.

 

“That’s right.”

 

Chavolti replied somewhat bluntly.

Sophia smiled slightly and said, “Thanks to Your Majesty we gathered like this.”

 

Laslo also sporadically answered the king’s question.

Agnes was the only one who closed her mouth and quietly focused on the meal.

A precious mushroom dish came out in the middle of the meal.

 

“Agnes. It’s your favorite mushroom.”

“Thank you. Your Highness.”

 

The servant placed the mushrooms on her plate. Chavollti’s face distorted as he sat across from her and saw it.

Agnes silently cut and ate the mushrooms.

 

“It seems that Father sent you away on his own. Why don’t you come to the capital from time to time and show your face?”

 

“I’m already married. It won’t look good to see a married princess coming and going in and out of the palace. For the time being, I’ll focus on learning the duties of a hostess in our domain.”

 

Agnes lowered her body and answered politely.

 

“Yeah. You’re right. You’re now the hostess of a family…… but you are still young in my eyes.”

 

Sebastian chuckled satisfactorily and shifted his gaze away from Agnes.

With the king consistently emitting a gentle laughter and attending to his family, the atmosphere remained sweet throughout the evening.

The dinner lasted for two hours.

The king was regretful about parting with Agnes and asked her to see him again before going back to the territory.

Agnes replied with an expressionless face that she would do so.

She walked faster than usual and left the dinner table.

Chavolti, who followed, called in a servant and quietly gave instructions.

 

“Put a doctor on standby in the mansion.”

“Yes, Master.”

 

Laslo boarded the carriage he rode with Agnes.

Walking with a straight back, Agnes quickened her pace and boarded the carriage.

 

“Give me your hand.”

“Huh?”

“Please lend me your hand.”

 

She firmly grasped Laslo’s large hand, so tight that his knuckles turned white.

Although it was more worrying than painful to Laslo, who found her grip somewhat cute, he refrained from asking anything and simply stood by her side, holding her hand.

The journey from the palace to Chavolti’s mansion took only about twenty minutes by carriage, so they arrived quickly.

Agnes got off as soon as the carriage door was opened.

 

“I’ll go in first.”

“Wait, princess?”

 

Laslo watched Agnes running to the mansion with a perplexed expression.

It was unusual for her.

Soon after, Marquis Bezel got off the carriage.

 

“What about Agnes?”

 

Chavolti asked Laslo, who was standing at a distance.

 

“She went inside first. I couldn’t ask because I thought something urgent happened.”

“……”

“The Princess, is she okay?”

 

Sophia put her hands together with a worried face. She stood next to Chavolti and sighed a little.

 

“What does that mean?”

“Master, I called a doctor.”

 

The butler approached and spoke to Chavolti.

 

“Send it to Agnes’ room.”

“To the princess’ room? Hang on. What’s going on? Is the princess sick?”

 

Laslo was confused because he did not understand the situation.

 

“She had a meal with Sebastian face to face. I’m sure she’s throwing up everything she ate.”

“What?”

 

Surprised Laslo rushed to the mansion, Chavolti blocked him.

 

“It’s no use going now. She’s not going to let you in. Sophia.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go, Chavolti.”

“Thank you.”

 

Chavolti smiled briefly and sent his wife first.

 

“I’ll go, too. I can’t stay still when the princess is sick.”

“I called the Doctor, and Sophia and the maids will take care of her. More than that, let’s talk Duke.”

“Is it urgent?”

 

He was bothered by Agnes, who ran with a pale face. Laslo kept glancing toward the mansion..

 

“I’ll tell you why she is suffering like that. Don’t talk and follow me.”

 

Chavolti pointed to the garden with his chin. The servant pushed the wheelchair on which Chavolti was sitting from behind.

Laslo took turns looking at the mansion and Chavolti, but eventually followed him.

 

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“Can you drink?”

 

The fading sunlight in the garden provided scattered light, so it wasn’t too dark.

Chavolti poured alcohol into an empty glass himself.

 

“Not as much as the princess.”

“She’s a drinker. There’s no one who can beat Agnes with alcohol in the palace.”

 

He smiled and put down the bottle.

 

“I used to joke about how well she drank, because it was clear that alcohol was flowing in her veins instead of my mother’s blood.”

 

Laslo looked at the half-filled glass and moistened his mouth.

 

“Why is the princess……”

“Do you know how Vivian died?”

 

He cut his words off then brought up a random subject.

 

“Vivian? Are you talking about Princess Vivian?”

 

“Yes. Sebastian’s twin sister. Vivian.”

 

Chavolti muttered Vivian’s name as if recalling old memories.

 

“I heard her chronic disease worsened and died.”

 

That was already six years ago. Laslo remembered it clearly because it was around the time when Laslo succeeded the title of Duke.

 

“Sebastian poisoned her.”

 

Laslo was surprised and put down the glass. On the other hand, Chavolti’s face is so calm.

 

“And he did it five times.”

“……”

“I don’t know whether Vivian, who overcame the poison four times, was impressive, or Sebastian, who managed to poison her until she died.”

 

Chavolti said bitterly and emptied the glass at once.

Laslo lost his words and looked at Chavolti.

 

“Do you remember the mushrooms from the dinner?”

“Is that what the king recommended to the princess at dinner?”

 

That was the only mushroom dish that came out today.

 

“That’s the poisonous mushroom that Sebastian used to kill Vivian.”

“What?”

 

Laslo jumped up from his seat.

 

“Did the king poison the princess?”

 

His heart was pounding hard. He wanted to run to the mansion immediately and check on her.

 

“Sit down. Duke Arpad, it was probably a detoxified mushroom. Otherwise, Agnes would have vomited blood on the spot and collapsed.”

“That kind of…”

“Sebastian was just testing her. Seeing if she would accept what he offered like a good little pet.”