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Your Regrets Are Late

Your Regrets Are Late C61-70

Chapter 65

“Thank you, as much as you… thank you for staying the same. I thought you were… dead.”

I couldn’t find her news, and the letters I sent to Ibelin were always sent back.

“You just kill someone who is still alive. I had a hard time writing my graduation thesis and taking my diplomatic exam, but it’s such a waste of time if I die already. I can’t die because it’s such a waste.”

“…. That’s right.”

“What’s right about that? How hard it was for me to get off the hook….”

“The Department of History… also learns to decipher text, right?”

At that moment, Charelize realized that she had forgotten for a moment that Ibelin was in the Department of History.

“It’s something you learn in the first grade, so it’s basic. Why all of a sudden? Never mind. I’m not curious. Don’t tell me. I think I know what you’re going to say.”

“…Ibelin.”

“I was writing my graduation thesis, and you know I just got back from the Principality of Moden. I even took the examination of foreign affairs students at the same time because I didn’t have enough days to attend.”

The Department of Foreign Affairs at the Rosielt Academy is only able to graduate if it passed a bilingual exam, including its native language.

Ibelin’s failure to graduate with Charelize is simply due to a lack of attendance days.

She was transferred to the history department in the middle, and it was the result of frequent absence from classes.

A professor at the Department of History put the condition that, in order to graduate she would have to pass an exam taken by students of the Department of Foreign Affairs.

Inevitably, it was carried out with a graduation thesis that decipher the texts created by the first princess of the Principality of Moden.

‘…. Should I do it?’

‘What?’

‘Resign. Don’t you think it’s a better option to die now and sleep forever?’

Ibelin, who burdened too much and had a hard time thinking about dropping out with a few months left before graduating.

She did, though, at the time, sorting out in one of her graduation thesis what she would have been paid to stay as a result.

“I forgot for a moment that you moved to the history department.”

Charelize recalled from Queen Lilze that she was not a newcomer.

She changed Charelize mind, for example, the map changed its mind to the language used by the missing country or to be used by only a clan living in isolation from the world.

“If possible, why don’t you forget it until you die.”

The people who taught her are all natural-born students who are not jealous of professors, but they hate to get caught up in troubles and introduce themselves as dull students.

She always urged Ibelin not to do anything other than teach growing children.

“I think it’s very rewarding….. to save a friend’s major.”

“If you thought I would pass again like last time, it’s a big deal…”

“I’ll give you five times as much as You did then. If you want, you can stay at the Duchy.”

“Did I tell you?”

“What?”

“From today on, you have become my unnie.”

“….after the wedding of Princess Cassila is over, let’s meet at the villa.”

Ibelin still revealed the money.

“By the way, seeing the decipher being brought up… Did you find any new texts? What about the villa?”

“I guess you haven’t heard it yet. A piece of paper with ancient characters came out of my villa.”

“If you’re good at this….”

“What if I do well?”

“Can you buy a mansion in the capital?”

There is a way in which a person’s natural nature does not change.

Ibelin is one of the best proofs of that.

“I’ve already done it once with Queen Lilze’s private money, but it didn’t work out well.”

“Wait, I’m afraid it’ll be annoying…”

“What I said verbally… You know it’s part of the contract, Ibelin?”

“….Well.”

“There’s no turning back, it’s already over.”

“It’s weird. I think it’s changed. You.”

“…What?”

What Ibelin said is somewhat correct.

I just finish my coming-of-age ceremony and become a little Duchess.

I returned from four years of leading a vassal council, including the work of the Duke Marsetta, and solidifying my foundation as a successor.

“What… should I say you’re more venomous and nimbler?”

“Like you, I’m going to live a long life this time.”

“This time? I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I hope there’s Godess’s mercy on your vassals.”

Ibelin, who didn’t know Charelize had returned to time, said, loathingly.

On a predetermined date, the groom and bride go to the temple of the Goddess Resina and made a covenant, ten they gave and received the gifts they had prepared for each other.

Unlike the Elioter Empire, the Peschte Empire held a long-term ceremony, starting with words of blessing from their parents.

As time went by, the Count and Countess Seint and Akan I entered in turn.

Because of that, the vacancy of Empress Sione is even more noticeable.

Contrary to the Count and Countess, who were always smilling, Akan I remained expressionless.

The Count couple had already experienced marrying their eldest son.

For the first time, Akan I had to send a child who was only in his arms to someone.

Furthermore, it is Princess Casilla, who was said to be his favorite child because she is very similar to Empress Sione during her lifetime.”

“Casilla.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Congratulations on your marriage. If the Empress had seen it, she would have been very proud of you.”

“…..”

“Sir Seint, always respect and cherish your wife.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, your Majesty.”

The bride and groom who drank holy water had to be sincere.

Whether there was any objection to becoming a couple, the priest announced the beginning of the meeting by asking.

Wearing exceptionally heavy robes and splendidly dressed, the Princess Casilla drank holy water with the support of her maid of honor.

On the other hand, Sir Seint hesitated, looking at the cup of holy water in front of him.

“Sir Seint, what’s wrong?”

“……”

When the priest asks in doubt, the groom raised the glass.

“Ian? Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing, your Highness.”

When Princess Casilla called again, he held it in his mouth and carefully handed it over.

“Does the groom, Ian Fert Shanka de Seint, vows to always love, respect and do the duty of a true husband under any circumstances?”

“…I swear.”

“Does the bride, Casilla Luaen Schnaron Peschte, vows to always love, respect, and do the duty of a true wife under any circumstances?”

“I swear to Goddess Resina.”

The priest called out their names and listened to their vows.

“Berzina of the summer of the Pestche Empire, Sabrel, the third servant of the goddess Resina, says that on July 8, 1517, the two of them become husband and wife.”

He put a sign on his heart and declared himself a witness under his name.

Next, Princess Casilla and the Sir Seint shared wedding rings, a pre-prepared gift.

The ceremony ended after signing the oath and drinking wine by each parent.

If Empress Sione was alive, the Countess Seint would greet each other.

“Thank you for your willingness to hand over precious treasures to my son who lacks, Your Majesty.”

“May the children be with the Marquis of Jedwin, boundless glory.”

Under the circumstances, only the husband stepped forward and bowed slightly to Akan I.

“My heart…”

As they exchanged greeting with each other, Akan I, who drank wine first, distorted his expression.

Dark red blood immediately flowed from the corner of the mouth of Count Seint, who couldn’t see it and passed it over his neck at once.

“Honey!”

“Count Seint!”

Just in case anyone saw it, Count Seint fell down, and returning to his original seat after quickly wiping the blood.

“Father!”

As soon as he heard a thud, Sir Seint turned around, ran to his father.

“Casil, la…Ioella,… r.. un… away….”

At the same time, Akan I, clutching his chest, fainted as he let out his agonizing moans.

“Your Majesty Father…”

“……”

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty Father!”

“……”

“Bring Your Majesty to the Palace of Adenlabel, and call the Imperial Doctor! Hurry!”

Princess Casilla held on to the fallen Akan I and screamed.

When ordered to spit out in a frosty cold voice, the chief carried Akan I on his back to the Palace of Adenlabel.

“Honey… Honey… Open your eyes….”

“Father! wake up! Please!”

Count Seint, who fell earlier than Akan I, was carried outside by Sir Seint who is next to him.

“Why…. what’s happening now…”

“Wine, poisoned….”

“If…”

When Akan I, including Count Seint collapsed, everyone confused and panicked.

“For now, everyone calm down.”

It was Lanensia Xavii, who calmed down the disturbance in an instant.

“Your Majesty Xavi…”

“The culprit right now…!”

When Lanensia Xavi raised her hand, nearby knights blocked the entrance to Castell Hall.

“Who was the last person to check wine?”

“Countess Yoseph and the daughter of Viscount Ameline. The cup was inspected by the Marquis Theor.”

“….Put the three in jail for now. I’ll do the interrogation myself.”

“I accept your command, Your Majesty Xavi.”

“Your Majesty Xavi, I have something to tell you.”

“…Princess Ioella?”

“Isn’t the Countess Yoseph belonging to the palace of Her Majesty Xavi, and the daughter of Viscount Ameline belongs to unnie palace, and Marquis Theor, the one who inspected the cup is aide to His Majesty Father?”

At the words of Princess Ioella, murmurs are immediately heard from the surrounding area.

“….Are you saying that you doubt me now? Is Countess Yoseph belong to my person?”

“How dare I. However, if it goes against equity, it may damage the reputation of Her Majesty Xavi….. Why don’t you leave the interrogation to me?”

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