She Was Sent by God

>I have to kill him.”

Laslo said without hesitation.

“There is no need to embrace someone who has already betrayed you once.
I plan to create a suitable excuse and deal with it naturally.”

“Okay.
I see.”

“Come to think of it, I have to hire a new escort for you.”

“Oh, that thing.
I already have someone in mind.”

“Hmm? Who is it?”

Agnes smiled brightly at Laslo’s question.

“Sir Beller.
I think it would be good if he’s my escort since I’m already familiar with him.”

“He’s definitely reliable.
I heard you asked Sir Beller to be your escort a while ago?”

“Yeah.
I didn’t know this would happen, it’s a coincidence.”

It was really a coincidence.
Agnes was taken by surprise.
If she hadn’t met Zoltan that day, Agnes would have passed by without knowing about the spy.

“I am suddenly very anxious to leave.”

He couldn’t stand the boiling heart and hugged Agnes.
Agnes quietly buried her face in his chest.

“Don’t worry, because I have Zoltan and there are many guards here.
Don’t come back hurting either.”

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Agnes rather threatened him.
Laslo couldn’t stand it and kissed his wife on both cheeks.

* * *

Three days before the departure.
At dawn, a stranger knocked on the gate of Estar Castle.

“Who are you?”

“He just said that he was someone who risked his life for Madam.”

As soon as Agnes heard it, she asked to call him right away.
A man with a black cape all over his head limped in and opened the door.

“Please step back.”

Agnes sent all of her attendants outside.
Then he took off the hood and showed his face.
It was Roland in the form of Mihai, an ordinary man with blonde hair and brown eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“Ten days ago, dozens of elite knights came to the mansion.”

His voice was lower and harsher than usual, and for a moment she almost mistook him for someone else.

“Is it Sebastian?”

“That crazy punk ordered all of his nephews and cousins to be killed.”

“What?”

“He stabbed my young nephew’s stomach and cut off my uncle’s head in front of me.
Then they framed him and hung my uncle’s head on the gate of the city.”

Roland swept down his face roughly.
Agnes was speechless at the terrible behavior.

“Just because I was against the war.”

“…….”

“And he asked me to hand over the full power of Alexandra.
Then, he will let me succeed as the next marquis.”

When he finished speaking, Roland laughed, letting the air slip through his lips.
That smile was so dark it was like a night without the moon.

“I lied down like a dog and said I was going to do it.
I begged at his feet for my life.”

“…….”

“I came here because I was ordered to dig behind the duchess.”

Roland got up from his seat and threw off his cape completely.
Thanks to this, a bandage wrapped around his left leg was visible.
He looked straight at Agnes’ face and soon knelt in front of her.

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“Marquis Sandor”.

“It is true that I did not completely trust the Duchess.
So, I tried to live between the king and the duchess in moderation.”

Contrary to his calm face, his voice gradually trembled.
Roland soon bowed down and took a complete posture of obedience.

“Please kill him.
He killed my uncle in front of me, He stabbed my ten-year-old nephew in the stomach, cut my legs off, and put a knife on my mother’s neck.”

“……..”

“That’s all I want.”

Roland’s tears rolled down the rug where he was lying face down.
Agnes looked at his trembling back.

“Get up”.

Roland raised his head.

“Can you swear complete obedience to me?”

“Yes.”

“Then I will pay you with Sebastian’s neck.”

Agnes said.
Roland’s face completely wet from tears raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

“Now I belong to you.
Master.”

* * *

– I need you to do something for me.

– Need something?

– Not long ago, there was a spy in the castle.
Can you find out how much information the king has on his side?

– Of course.
Master

Roland bowed politely and disappeared secretly as he did when he came.
The fickle attitude completely disappeared, and unquestionable anger and hatred flared up in his eyes.

Agnes looked into the intricately engraved patterns on the back of her hand.
She remembered Laslo wrapping a bandage over that hand.

The fact that Zoltan shed his intestines and died and a lot of people threw their life for her.  She also can’t forget the moment Laslo’s arm was caught on a pole.

“Sebastian”

Agnes muttered the name as if savoring it.
She imagined his half-brother’s severed head.

The day when I can tear you apart and kill you with my own hands is getting closer