—Hey!
Seriously, what does it matter?
Yes, let's cut ties!
I'll leave it all, just let me go!
Damn!
Marigold screamed.
It was strange.
Before, Marigold looked like a princess.
Now, Violet only saw her as a pitiful and pathetic person as she screamed.
—Get up now.
You can move.
Marigold was paralyzed, not knowing that her paralysis had disappeared.
Perhaps she was cowering in fear of being attacked by Silphir.
Marigold staggered to her feet.
—Are you leaving?
Violet said softly.
—Yes, I never want to breathe the same air as someone like you again.
Just try to say you're my sister again, just try!
Violet nodded her head.
At that moment, knocking was heard on the door.
Violet and Marigold's gazes were directed at the door at the same time.
—There is a visitor, Violet.
Do I open?
The door opened and Cyril said.
Violet said calmly:
—Yes, tell him to come in.
At this moment, the door was flung open.
The one standing at the door was the crown princess, Huria.
She was accompanied by an entourage of guards, all women.
—Ah…
Marigold, who had been about to leave with an air of superiority, froze.
—Are you Marigold Everdeen?
Huria looked Marigold up and down.
—Your, Your Highness, the crown princess…
Marigold trembled at the sight.
Sweat ran down his forehead.
Huria waved her hand, and her guards surrounded Marigold in an instant.
—He-help!
I, that is...
—In my homeland, adulterers have their limbs paralyzed and are abandoned in the middle of the desert.
Huria said with an arrogant tone.
Today, his pronunciation was exceptionally clear.
—Where do we start?
One of Huria's guards grabbed Marigold's arm and twisted it.
Marigold raised her head and said:
—Help-help!
Violet!
Violet was silent.
—Violet, this is the law of the Syen Empire.
Whoever dares to interfere with that law will have to fight.
Cyril approached and said in a low voice.
-Yeah.
Violet was calm.
Marigold was paying for her own crimes.
It would be strange if someone intervened.
Anyway, she was a stranger.
And an enemy.
Huria looked at the subdued Marigold with satisfaction.
At this moment, Huria discovered something on the ground.
It was the ointment that Marigold had tried to use on Violet, without success.
At a gesture from Huria, one of her guards picked it up and handed it to her.
-What is this?
—Be careful, Your Highness.
It is a harmful substance.
If it touches the skin, it disfigures it.
Violet said.
—And why is he here?
Huria asked in a low voice.
—Marigold tried to use that ointment on me.
But I subdued her before.
—Violet, you are my friend, so this is also part of my revenge.
Right now.
Huria pointed with her chin.
-No no!
Marigold screamed.
One of Huria's guards approached.
He was wearing gloves.
She smiled cruelly and began to spread the ointment on Marigold's face.
-No!
Marigold tried to resist, but Huria's guards held her firmly, preventing her from moving.
—Let's go out and stay out of it.
This is no longer our business.
Cyril whispered.
—No, I want you to stay and see.
You are a witness to this.
Stay here, Violet.
Huria said.
Violet looked at Cyril.
—Are you going to stay?
—Yes, I'm involved in this too.
And I have to pretend I attended the dance.
—We have no interest in the dance, so we will wait nearby.
Come on, Olive.
-Yeah.
Olive responded.
When Cyril and Olive left, Violet stood in the doorway, watching the room silently.
—Sniff, sniff… I don't want to be a monster.
I, I...
Marigold, after being freed by Huria's guards, scratched her body frantically and looked at herself in the mirror.
Marigold's face was fine.
—Oh, thank God!
Seriously, what a relief…!
Tears welled in Marigold's eyes.
Is the ointment fake?
Or does it take time to take effect?
Violet frowned.
Huria grabbed Marigold by the hair and whispered to her:
—Run away.
Run away and ask the crown prince.
If you really are his Royal Mistress.
Then I'll let you live.
Huria said.
Royal Mistress.
The official concubine of the royal family.
The one who is treated like a wife.
—Ugh, oh, yes!
Understood.
Marigold hurriedly responded.
—Put it on.
—Put it on.
Huria said.
Huria's guards put something on Marigold's neck.
It was a small necklace.
At first glance, it had a horrible-looking magic circle-shaped pendant.
—Go with your man.
Huria pushed his back.
Marigold fled in terror.
Now…where is Marigold going?
Violet frowned.
—What was that?
—It's a necklace, it's a magical artifact commonly used in my country.
Chis, chis, chiiiis
Soon, the necklace that Huria was wearing began to make a sound.
—Edgar, Your Highness.
Save me.
Do you love me?
—Marigold?
What are you talking about all of a sudden?
—I'm your concubine, right?
Isn't it?
You said you would make me your Royal Mistress and then make me crown princess.
—Don't say those things.
Lie here on the coffin of Santa Carita.
Ah, we didn't want this to be our first place, huh?
—No, it's not that, is it?
A crazy woman said she was going to kill me!
—If you need a promise, I'll give it to you whenever you want.
You are my Royal Mistress and the future crown princess.
Look, look at the mysterious light that surrounds this Carita coffin...
Click.
The conversation was suddenly cut off.
—Aaaah, damn it!
What is this?!
This monster face...!
—That woman did this to me.
It's, it's that this ointment was mine, but...
Violet clicked her tongue.
It seemed that the ointment that Huria had put on him had finally taken effect.
—Get out, monster!
There was a dull sound, like something hitting.
The scene in the room was clear in his mind.
Carita's coffin...?
At the same time, Violet thought.
Of course, after seeing the vision of the future, he had also researched about the Santa Carita records room.
The Carita Record Hall was built at the place where Saint Carita died.
That meant Carita's body was in the basement.
But how come there is a coffin where the crown prince is?
Could it be that the registration is wrong?
Furthermore, Marigold found the crown prince right away, which meant he wasn't far away.
—True love is no big deal.
You, you are much better than your younger sister.
Your heart and your skills.
Huria said coldly.
—I just cut ties with her, I no longer have a younger sister.
Violet responded seriously to Huria's words.
Huria laughed.
—Then why did you do this…?
—This, recording?
Contract.
-…Contract?
—Mrs.
Huria, before coming here, signed a marriage contract with a large dowry.
The most important clause was that, within five years of marriage, he would not be allowed to have a Royal Mistress, a concubine whose rights were recognized.
—Then…
Marigold had just said with her own mouth that she was the Crown Prince's Royal Mistress.
And he had admitted it too.
This would become evidence for divorce.
Huria smiled.
—Mrs.
Huria says she gave the lady what she needed.
Mrs.
Huria will soon return to her country.
Of course, after punishing that evil woman and confronting her husband.
One of Huria's guards conveyed her wishes.
—May it go well.
Violet said goodbye.
—I won't forget it.
This is a debt.
Huria said.
Violet said goodbye with a slight bow and left the powder room.
I'll meet Ash...
in the ballroom.
The hallway outside the powder room led directly to the ballroom.
Beyond the hall, you could hear the murmur of people and the sound of music.
…To be continued