She Was Sent by God

an unusually pale appearance compared to when Zoltan initially reported Cellon’s death.

 

– Princess, Count Cellon has passed away.

 

– ……What?

 

– It’s all my fault.
He became the bait instead of me? Count Barania and he engaged in combat.

 

With a sad expression on his face, Zoltan announced Cellon’s obituary.
When he reached the barracks, he cut the string around his waist and put Emmerich to the ground, but it was already too late.

 

“I’ll talk to Miss Vasa; please go inside and rest; you haven’t slept well in a while.”

 

“It’s all right.”

 

Agnes shook her head, her expression not in the least bit relaxed.
Vasa did not come out until half a day had passed.
Her eyes swelled from crying so much.

 

“I’ll take him south right away; I don’t want to stay here any longer.”

 

“…….”

 

“Emmerich liked to go out to sea by boat.
He always asked me to spray his ashes on the sea when he died.
So, hurry up Emmerich, I mean, Emmer, heuk.”

 

 

 

Vasa, whose speech was gibberish and illegible, broke down in tears.
Her wounded chest could not feel any solace.
Squeezing her words out, Agnes spat them out.

 

“It’s all my fault, Miss Vasa; I called him in and put him on the battlefield; please put all the blame on me.”

 

“We will assist you if there is anything we can do to help.”

 

Laslo continued in a composed manner.
Vasa shook her head.

 

 “I don’t need anything; all I want is to get Emmerich back to the South as soon as possible,” she replied.

 

“All right, I’ll make arrangements for the army of Cellon to depart immediately.”

 

Then Vasa said.

 

“No, I’m leaving the army until the war is over; you’ll need it.”

 

 “……thank you.”

 

“You don’t have to thank me.”

 

Vasa asserted sternly.
Then she instructed the knights to carry Emmerich into the casket.
Agnes looked at the coffin with a bitter expression on her face.
She asked Agnes before mounting the horse.

 

“You are aware that he has feelings for you right, Duchess?”

 

 “…… I know.”

 

When they reconnected in Germo and continued the war together, she naturally realized what she had been unaware of when she was in the South.
Emmerich occasionally reminded her of Laslo in the way he regarded her.
Agnes had to bear more guilt as a result.

 

Vasa’s eyes, which resembled Emmerich’s, were fixed on Agnes.

 

“Then that’s okay.
The next time we meet will be at the palace.
May your future be filled with limitless glory.”

 

It was an elegant and smooth tone, but she couldn’t help but notice the sharp blade hidden within it.