episode_0169

For Priscilla, who was pushed to the edge of a cliff and unable to do anything, the words Sarah spoke were a third option that would not allow her to lose anything, and were like a beacon of hope that came at the end of despair.

‘If you pretend not to know here and help Sarah and put all the blame on Charlotte’s younger brother… … . Everything will go the way I want it to.’

Priscilla swallowed dry saliva and looked down at the paper with Sarah’s writing on it.

Priscilla, who was looking down at the paper with her hands shaking slightly, like a petty thief facing a large sum of money or a beggar facing food, slowly caught her breath and blinked.

‘I will be able to maintain my relationship with my sister and Charlotte. No, I might be able to hope for the results I originally wanted.’

I might be able to picture the future I wanted.

Priscilla, whose thoughts reached that point, immediately opened her mouth and tried to reply that she would help. But–a leash called reason and conscience restrained Priscilla’s actions.

Is it really right to blame others for my mistakes?

Unlike the sweetly whispered temptation, the words my conscience spoke were very small, but unlike the temptation, I felt it resonate deeply in my head.

That’s because it was a natural thought that any ordinary rational person would have.

“… … .”

[Do you think this is too unexpected?]

“No, that’s… … .”

[It must be difficult to hear this suddenly, I’m sorry]

While Priscilla was pondering, Sarah decided that there was no hope in suggesting anything more and quietly began to organize her pen and paper.

Priscilla, who saw this, felt nervous as she felt the light disappearing before her eyes, suffocating.

Is now the time to take risks?

The moment a strong and decisive word resonated in her heart, Priscilla stretched out her hand and grabbed the paper Sarah was trying to take.

Sarah blinked and looked at Priscilla, and Priscilla sighed deeply and slowly raised her head and looked at Sarah.

“How can I help you?”

Sarah, who heard Priscilla’s words, smiled brightly.

* * *

‘Priscilla, what I’m asking you to do is really simple. ‘Dear Duchess, all you have to do is instill a little doubt.’

‘The Duchess is out of her mind right now, so if you just plant doubts about Master Arsien, everything will be resolved on its own.’

‘Because the real culprit is Master Arcien. If you do a little digging, all your doubts about Lady Charlotte will be cleared up.’

Back in the room, Priscilla lay down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling blankly, slowly blinking.

Priscilla sighed and covered her eyes with her arms as the red letters flashed before her eyes every time she blinked.

“… … .”

I nodded when I heard Sarah’s story, but was this really the right path? Is this the right thing to do?

Along with the regret that always comes late, my conscience was shaking in my head.

Priscilla closed her eyes tightly against the terrible feeling, but closing her eyes was not enough to escape the terrible feeling.

“Ha… … .”

I thought I would definitely be happy if I was in the same space as my sister, and I thought I could go back to how I was then. Rather, the frustration only grew.

Is it because I grew bigger as I became an adult? Priscilla laughed as she thought about such a useless thought.

Priscilla slowly dropped her arms to the side and opened her eyes again, looking at the ceiling turning scarlet and then getting up from the bed.

It will soon be time for dinner. In other words, the time to do what Sarah asked was running out.

“Let’s come to our senses… … .”

If you decide to do something, you have to finish it no matter what. What are you doing when you’re shaken like this? Priscilla washed her face dry and stood up.

Let’s make up our minds. Let’s not be shaken. Let’s not be mistaken about what is more important. Priscilla was gazing at the sunset sky and compiling herself when she heard a knock on the guest room door.

smart–

what? Is it already dinner time? No, no matter how early dinner time is, it has to be by the time the sun hits the ridge, right?

Priscilla, who had been looking toward the door, turned her head and checked out the window again. The sun had not yet reached the ridge, let alone reached it.

As I was blinking, wondering what the hell was going on, I heard the butler’s voice I heard during the day beyond the door.

[Priscilla, before the Duchess eats. He would like to talk for a moment.]

“Sister… … ?”

After thinking for a moment, Priscilla decided that it would be better to talk to Charlotte’s younger brother first, rather than talking to her at mealtime, when he might show up, and opened her mouth.

“I’m leaving now.”

Priscilla put the white gown she had taken off when she returned to the room after talking with Sarah, draped it over her shoulders, opened the door, and came out.

The butler who was waiting outside the room bowed slightly and said when Priscilla came out.

“I will guide you to where the Duchess is.”

Priscilla nodded without saying anything, and after seeing that Priscilla nodded, the butler turned his back and walked slowly.

Contrary to Priscilla’s expectations, who thought she would go to the annex where she had visited once during the day, the butler led Priscilla to the parlor.

“The Duchess is waiting inside.”

The butler who stopped in front of the living room looked back and said that. Priscilla adjusted her clothes once more and nodded.

“Please open.”

The butler nodded, then turned around and knocked on the living room door.

“Jenea and Priscilla came to visit.”

[Please come in.]

After Genea’s permission was given, the butler opened the door to the parlor. Priscilla went straight into the living room.

When Priscilla entered the living room, Genea looked down at her teacup without saying a word, and Priscilla blinked when she saw that Genea’s face was much better than it had been during the day.

“You’re here. Please sit down.”

“Yes… … .”

As Priscilla answered carefully and sat down, the maid standing in the corner of the living room came over, placed tea and refreshments in front of Priscilla, and then stepped away.

Genea quietly lifted the teacup and brought it to her mouth, but Priscilla could not bring her hand to the teacup even though she felt her mouth becoming dry.

“Priscilla.”

Priscilla, surprised by Genea’s voice full of ease and intelligence, trembled and answered half a beat late.

“… … huh. Sister.”

“During the day… … . It looked like I couldn’t see it. I’m sorry.”

“That’s――”

Priscilla, who hesitated for a moment, recalled the promise she made in the guest room not to be shaken and spoke.

“I think that’s something that can’t be helped. If something bad happens to someone you love, anyone would react that way.”

For a moment, Priscilla felt rejected for lying to her beloved sister, and then she began to lie so naturally that it was surprising to the speaker herself.

“Haha… … . yes… … ? Thank you for saying that.”

‘Don’t say thank you to me, sister…’ … . I, I… … .’

“Thank you. We are sisters.”

Priscilla was disgusted with herself for deceiving her beloved sister, but she smiled weakly because she knew there was no turning back.

Her difficult-looking smile only made others see her as a younger sister trying to smile for her older sister who was having a hard time.

The others included Genea, and upon seeing Priscilla’s strained smile, Genea smiled bitterly and shook her head.

“You can’t believe you’re showing such a demeanor to your younger brother who is so dignified… … . You’re disqualified.”

Priscilla, who heard Genea’s words that seemed to deny her, reflexively opened her eyes and screamed.

“Don’t say that!”

I can’t believe I yelled at my sister. It’s ultimately my fault that she ended up like that. Saying out loud that I did a good job… … .

Priscilla felt sorry, but she knew she couldn’t keep her mouth shut in this situation, so she continued speaking in a hushed voice.

“Unni, sister… … . You’re not that kind of person… … .”

Genea blinked as she saw Priscilla suddenly shouting. I soon composed myself when I saw Priscilla lowering her head with a pained look on her face.

“Phew… … . okay… … . yes. You’re right, Priscilla. Even though it’s temporary, I’m the head of the Rochelle family, so I have to act appropriately.”

Genea sighed deeply and looked at Priscilla with clear eyes, and Priscilla looked at Genea with deeply sunken eyes.

“Priscilla. After you returned to the guest room, I stayed alone in the annex and slowly thought about this incident. And then I realized.”

“… … What do you mean?”

Priscilla swallowed dry saliva and waited for her sister’s words, wondering if her name would come out of her mouth.

Genea frowned slightly, paused for a moment, and then opened her mouth.

“Charlotte may not be the culprit――.”

The moment she heard those words, red letters appeared in Priscilla’s mind.

Priscilla, what I’m asking you to do is really simple. Dear Duchess, all you need to do is instill a little doubt.

Doubts about Master Arsien

Very intensely.