She Was Sent by God

r pigeon every day to urge him to come to the capital, but there was no time to look at it.

 

Then one day a messenger came from the palace.

 

[If you don’t show your face to the noble meeting within six days, I will commit a crime against your wife, who became a trash after the ceremony, I will cut her arms, pull out her eyes, and cut her tongue into pieces and throw it to the hound]

 

The letter handed over by the messenger contained mean and cruel threats.

 

Laslo wanted to cut off the arms of the messenger carrying it, but managed to hold it in due to Zoltan’s dissuasion.

 

– I will go to the capital tomorrow.

 

– Tomorrow? Why is the king calling you like this?

 

– I will support the war against Devon and give up the army.

 

– No, why do we have to do that? When they don’t even help in fighting the beast!

 

Zoltan was burning with anger.
Laslo sat at the bedside where Agnes was lying and swept her hair gently.

 

– I made a deal with the king.

 

– What kind of deal?

 

– After this war, he will never invite Agnes back to the palace again.

 

– Ha, does the princess know about this? My brother went to war because of her.

 

– Zoltan.

 

He cut off his brother’s words firmly and clearly.

 

– Oh, what is it now? Aren’t you a person who has no successor but did a ritual of oath that is almost forgotten and now you’ll go to war?

 

– There is a spy in the castle.

 

– It’s not once or twice that we had a spy.

 

– The fact that Agnes collapsed during the ceremony is a top secret that few people know about in the castle.
But the king knew it.

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The face of Zoltan, who had his arms folded and his lips pouted, hardened.
Laslo stood up.

 

– Try to find a spy somehow while I’m on my way to the capital.

 

– All right.

 

– And if Agnes dies in the meantime…….

 

His face was surprisingly expressionless.
Laslo looked into his wife’s face for a long time before closing his eyes.

 

– Don’t send me a separate letter.

 

* * *

 

“Why… are you looking at me like that?”

 

“Are you awake?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Agnes rubbed her face against his chest.
Laslo’s body temperature was so high that his body felt warm as she was close to him.

 

“Sleep more.
You must have been tired from sleeping late last night.”

 

“Everyone knows that, huh?”

 

She grumbled with her eyes half open as if she had not yet woken up.
Laslo smiled softly at the sight.
This moment was so happy that he thought he doesn’t mind if he dies right now.

 

“Laslo.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I’ve been pondering,hmm, thinking about it.”

 

Agnes yawned quietly while talking.
She seemed to be still sleepy.

 

“You must die first.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Live until this blonde hair turns all white.
Go and die before me.”

 

“You want me to die first?”

 

Laslo asked with a skeptical look.
He lowered his head and stared at the top of Agnes’ head.
She blinked slowly.

 

“If I die first, you’ll be in pain again.”

 

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“…….”

 

“So, let’s have you go first.
I’ll stay behind and clean up and follow you right away.”

 

“…….”

 

“Are you listening?”

 

Laslo didn’t know what to say.
A very deep part of his heart boiled up.
Various emotions swirl like a whirlpool, that it was impossible to know what it was originally.
Agnes raised her face and met his eyes.

 

“Let’s do that.
More than you.
I’ve lived six more years, so I can go a little early.”

 

“I love you.”

 

It was a word that came out without going through Agnes’ head.
Laslo was surprised after hearing it.
Agnes chuckled and hugged him.

 

“Me too.”

 

“……..”

 

“I love you.
Agnes, I love you so much.
To the point where I want to give up everything I have, it would not be a waste to die for you.”

 

“No!”

 

Agnes opened her eyes wide and firmly said to the desperate confession that followed.

 

“Don’t die twice for me.”

 

“What do you mean twice?”

 

“You have already given me a lot.
So now it’s my turn.”

 

“What does that mean?”

 

Sometimes when she sounds like this, Laslo doesn’t know how to react.
Perhaps in her imagination, Laslo had risked her life for Agnes.

 

“You will live until your hair is white and die after saying goodbye in tears surrounded by me, our children and grandchildren.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Yeah.
I’ve already decided.
I won’t take any rebuttal.”

 

Perhaps only God knows how stern and lovely her face is, that is not accepting rebuttals.

 

Is this love?

 

Is it possible to express all of this feeling with the word love?

 

Laslo tightened his arms and pulled her into his arms.
Her warmth gave him a far-off peace.