She Was Sent by God

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“Yeah, that’s right.
I’m sure you two took the oath.”

Marquis Songrad rose from his seat again with a hint of hope.

“Sir Zoltan must have heard something wrong.
Come on, let’s find the princess.”

“I have something to tell you urgently.”

After that, the servant who was sent by Marquis Songrad to find Agnes arrived.
His face was pale and full of cold sweat.

“I found the Duchess.”

Roland asked with a smile at the remark.

“That’s right.
Where is the Duchess now?”

“She was discovered in the bedroom on the top of the third floor.”

“Discovered?”

The tone was subtly different.
Everyone’s eyes were on him.
The servant could not overcome the pressure and knelt down on the spot.

“I’m sorry.
When we found the Duchess…….”

Cling~

Ney missed the tray.
Agnes’ favorite mushroom soup has stained the carpet.
Zoltan lowered his head.
The servant spat out the rest of his words.

“Heart… Her chest was pierced.”

There was a terrible silence.
The only person who immediately understood what he said was Zoltan.

“……What?”

“Who, who died?”

“God.”

“It’s a lie.”

Laslo pointed his finger at the servant and said,

“Agnes is not dead.
You must have seen something wrong.”

“…… Brother.”

“Zoltan, get me up.
I’ll find Agnes myself.”

“The letter from the princess.
Read it….”

Laslo discarded the letter and necklace given to him by Zoltan.
The necklace rolled around on the floor.
Laslo’s face turned cold.

“Get rid of it.
Send out the servant who lied.
Agnes is not dead.”

“Brother.”

“Get me up right now!”

Laslo yelled.
Zoltan’s eyes began to flush.
As he assisted Laslo, Zoltan picked up the letter and necklace that had fallen to the ground and put them in his pocket.

“I’ll see it for myself.
Let’s check how ridiculous that servant’s claims are.”

“Your Excellency, I’ll go there as well.
This servant must have misunderstood something.”

“You.
Take the lead.
If what you said is proven to be false, you will be severely punished for overstepping your master’s boundaries.”

At the words, the servant trembled and stood up.
Laslo, who is on the first floor, perspired just by going up the stairs to the third floor.
Zoltan was afraid that he would collapse again at this rate, but he couldn’t stop him.

After struggling through the stairs and corridors for more than 20 minutes, Laslo finally arrived in front of the bedroom on the third floor.

“This is the place.”

“Open it.”

The door slid open.
The silhouette on the bed was visible from a distance.
It reminded Roland of Agnes’s dress this morning but Roland fought to deny it.

‘No, it can’t be.’

Zoltan and Laslo made their way to the bed.
Agnes was peacefully sleeping.
There was no indication of any pain; instead, it appeared as though she had just dozed off.

Zoltan might not have believed she was dead if her chest hadn’t been left open.

“Brother.”

“It’s not Agnes.”

Laslo shook his head vigorously.
He was surprisingly determined.
Zoltan shed tears again, which he had previously suppressed.

“Brother, I apologize.
I, I should’ve stopped her.
I was scared.
I was terrified of you dying.”

“Zoltan, don’t cry.
It’s not Agnes lying there.”

“The princess has asked me to look after you.
Furthermore, she expresses regret….”

“Didn’t I say it wasn’t Agnes!”

Roland stumbled after checking the face of the body.
Marquis Songrad and Ney then walked over to the bed.
They collapsed after identifying Agnes.

“Oh, princess, princess! Just take this old one, why, ah!”

“Princess? It’s not, is it? Princess.
Princess…….”

After a few calls to Agnes, Ney, whose face color had completely vanished, fainted.

“Yes!”

In shock, Zoltan rushed to her side.
Laslo touched Agnes’ cheek with his outstretched hand.

“It’s not Agnes.”

Her cheeks, which had lost their warmth, were too cold.
Laslo repeatedly blinked his eyes.

It can’t be Agnes lying here.
He would have experienced the same amount of heartache if Agnes had died.

The person lying on the bed looked so much like Agnes that his tears came out strangely.

“No, it’s not.”

Laslo kept muttering the words.
His pallid cheeks were soaked in tears.

“I’ve been lying down for too long.
It appears that you are upset.
Agnes, where are you? Get out at once; I’m surprised enough.”

He raised his head and scanned his surroundings.
In a crouching position, Roland had his hands over his face.
Marquis Songrad sat by the bed and sobbed as Ney fell to the floor.
Everything about it was unrealistic.

“Brother.
This.”

Zoltan made another attempt to deliver the earlier-rejected letter.
As he observed it, he thought countless things.
Laslo grasped it with shaking hands.

The letter was not long.

[In my next life, I would still marry you.
Please don’t forgive me for leaving first out of selfishness.]