Chapter 144: The Threads of Fate

Chapter 144: The Threads of Fate

“Are you and your wife having a good time? I think it’s time for you to come back. It’s not like something happened…?” said Ahin to Fret Gunner, holding a load of Edith’s laundry.

Ahin had been increasingly worried about Edith these days. Her frets reassured her in her indifferent voice.

“He will be back soon. In the meantime, just do your own thing….”

Fret Gunner could not continue his sentence. This was because a loud explosion was heard from the square.

Both of their heads turned to the window at the same time. Explosions followed in succession.

There was definitely no sign from Edward’s side….

If there was something the dukedom couldn’t figure out.

Fret Gunner’s eyes began to tremble mercilessly, his head facing the window stiffly.

The street where Edith left was quiet. As she disappeared from sight, Johannes wondered for a moment whether the situation was a dream.

A street in disarray, an alley with smoke rising from it. But what was right in front of us was reality.

It wasn’t long before a bunch of heavily armed police officers came in. Most of them worked to check if there were any remaining explosives, while the remaining personnel recovered the injured or dead bodies.

After the incident had already happened.

Everything was the worst. Johannes passed them and crossed the square.

From far away, a Fret Gunner was running, looking around. His expression distorted when he saw Johannes.

The sound Fret heard, who rushed towards him without even losing face, was completely unexpected.

“What about account tracking?”

“Yes?”

Johannes added, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and roughly wiping the soot off his palm.

“The account written in the notebook. What happened?”

As soon as I returned from Herzburg to the ducal residence, I gave the notebook to Fret Gunner and entrusted him with tracking the accounts.

“Ah. We’ve almost narrowed it down.”

Fret ignored the situation as if nothing had happened and sympathized with Johannes, who was asking about the progress, and reported as usual.

“I might have to use the money in that account soon, so I’ll speed up the chase and prepare the relevant things in the basement.”

“I will do as you command.”

He was about to ask Johannes if he was hurt, but stopped. This is because a strange energy weighed heavily on the surroundings.

I had a vague guess since I couldn’t see Edith next to Johannes.

I hoped nothing would happen, but it ended up happening.

Should we be relieved that there is no problem with Johannes’ health…?

Fret Gunner came to his senses and continued his report.

“First, police officers and soldiers will clean up the accident site. And—”

“Get to the bottom of Edward Windsor. Preferably, what happened with Edith. Everything, no matter how small.”

Johannes cursed.

He was feeling a sense of maddening self-destruction at his own complacency.

He also instinctively knew that he did not have much time left to spend with Edith.

So, the problem was that I got lost in that time and decided not to think about anything other than the time we spent together.

I thought Edith’s hostility toward Edward Windsor was just because of Isaac Prim.

But when she showed interest in Carlos Roulette, I thought that might not be the only thing.

Although it was already too late to do anything about it.

“Why are you finding out now?”

Johannes felt extremely sorry for himself.

In fact, if you wanted to, you could always find Isaac Prim’s whereabouts. It was the right thing to do for Edith.

However, since Edward was closely watching his movements, he thought he would move as he pleases and end up going astray, so he put it aside.

If I had known that that choice would lead to this outcome, would it have been a little different?

‘What’s the use of worrying like this now?’

Tsk, Johannes clicked his tongue and cleared away his random thoughts before opening his mouth to the frets.

“I also inquire about Isaac Prim’s whereabouts.”

After briefly giving his final command, Johannes stopped impatiently.

It was because I saw a familiar face in the middle of the devastated street.

Johannes barely swallowed his anger and opened his mouth.

“…Giltheon.”

After learning that Edith Prim was also me in a past life, I felt an unfamiliar feeling.

If this memory is not fabricated and is really my memory….

‘Sooner or later, I will be horribly murdered in Marquis Russell’s basement.’

I felt like the hairs on my entire body stood up.

The cause of death is said to be strangulation, but it was actually poisoning. The face that had turned black clearly meant poisoning. However, no separate investigation was conducted.

Because everything was planned.

I died helpless, unable to offer any resistance.

Edward Windsor did not even get on board, and the culprit was identified as Old Lady Russell.

There is no motive for the crime. Although the duchess was murdered, the investigation was concluded with the conclusion that the old lady was suffering from mental illness due to aging.

Even when I was alive, there was a record of old Mrs. Russell preventing Johannes from visiting without any reason, so her mental illness was easily recognized.

‘The royal family benefited enormously from that incident.’

The royal family engulfs the Marquess Russell over the duchess’s murder. The reason was that he could not entrust the family to someone who was not of sound mind.

It was a bonus to return the railroad business rights to state ownership.

First of all, my memory ends there.

I don’t know how anyone knows what happens after I die.

But the important thing now is that what happened back then cannot be repeated.

‘…How on earth did Edward Windsor inject poison into me?’

It was around this time that I was confused by the shocking new facts I had learned.

“As expected, it suits you well.”

A creepy voice came from behind. It was Edward Windsor. The person who murdered me with an innocent face.

“Thank you.”

I made eye contact with Edward in the mirror and smiled. Then he made a sullen expression.

“But what should I do?”

I know what comes next.

‘His Majesty the King has issued an order not to allow outsiders as guests for the time being.’

“His Majesty the King has issued an order not to allow outsiders as guests for the time being.”

I gritted my teeth at the words that matched my memory.

This proved that my memories were not illusions. Then what I have to do is clear.

Find out how Edward Windsor killed me and not get caught in his plan this time.

‘I’m sure Old Mrs. Russell had nothing to do with my death.’

If the old woman had had something to do with the poisoning, she would not have been driven to mental illness.

They say the culprit is inside the Marquis Russell’s residence….

“Princess?”

“Oh, please tell me.”

“But I can’t just send it to Duke Schultz’s residence like this.”

Even though it was all designed from the beginning.

But I asked with a blank expression.

“Sure?”

From the beginning, Edward had no intention of making the explosion an act of the Schultz family.

To sway public opinion by claiming that the royal family failed to stop spies from other countries, and in the meantime slowly slow me down to death.

That’s why I put this clothes on. Because you have to act as a puppet on the stage you created.

And if I die, Johannes Schulz will be completely unable to recover.

With a very sad look on his face, Edward continued speaking.

“Would you like to stay at the Marquis Russell’s residence for a while while I hand the matter over to the royal family?”

“Of course.”

“I’m glad things went smoothly. I will tell it to Johannes on his behalf. And I will give you that dress as a gift as well.”

I knew he wouldn’t, but I nodded.