Chapter 118

The person who made a great contribution to destroying Brimdel.

Herietta had two wishes. One was to get revenge on Shawn and the King of Brimdel for ruining her life, and the other was to find Edwin, who might be alive somewhere. Although the odds of making that wish come true are slim, it has been the driving force of her life and the reason she wants to open her eyes every morning.

But one of them was now forever unachievable. Because of that man standing in front of her.

She hadnt even attempted it yet.

Although she feared that she might not succeed, she never imagined she wouldnt even get that chance in the first place. Was she thinking too complacently without even realizing it? This situation was so absurd that it made her want to laugh.

In addition, the man was also the one who led the soldiers to occupy the Bangola Fortress. Heriettas eyes widened.

She knew that man might not have killed Hugo himself. He only raised the sword for his country, and Hugo was just unlucky to be sent to the area under that mans attack. That man might not even know that a boy named Hugo had served in the war.

But I hate him.

Herietta clenched her teeth and held her breath.

Why did you come forward now? Why do you have to.

Had it not been for that, Hugo might still be alive. Both Shawn and the King of Brimdel must have been alive and well until he came.

She wasnt unaware that the idea wasnt entirely correct, but Herietta overlooked it. The weight of anger and hatred that had lost its place was too heavy to let go. It seemed that she couldnt last a second without blaming someone.

Herietta rolled her eyes and looked around. It was just him and her alone in the vast forest. His men had long since departed by his orders.

It might be a rare, optimal opportunity. She moved her hand quietly and took it to the handle of the dagger she had hidden in her chest.

Youd better not.

The man who had stood as still as a rock warned quietly.

Otherwise, your neck will fall to the ground before that blade sees the light of day.

The mans tone was languid even as he spoke terrifyingly. Is it because of his confidence that he can easily subdue her if he puts his mind to it? He seemed unfazed by the fact that he knew she had tried to draw her sword at him.

.

Herietta didnt express it outwardly, but she was surprised inside. There was a distance between them, but he wasnt even looking at her directly. Even if he was looking sideways, there was no way he could see her movements well. She flinched at the mans superior senses.

You and I must have met before.

The man said,

There is a saying that if a coincidence repeats itself three times, it is meant to be.

He tilted his head sideways.

Do you think all three meetings were coincidences?

Three?

Herietta was confused by the mans enigmatic words. Three meetings. As far as she knew, it was her second meeting with him after the first meeting where he was struggling with the gray wolves.

Did he just say the wrong thing? Or did he mistake her for someone else? Herietta frowned.

Besides those two meetings, Ive definitely never met that man.

Herietta, who was about to assert herself confidently, stopped her thoughts. Her eyes widened.

Miss Herietta.

A quiet, low, but infinitely caring and gentle voice seemed to reach her ears. Everyone was cold, but to her, the mans voice was warmer and more affectionate than anyone else.

Miss Herietta.

She realized something she hadnt noticed because of her extreme nervousness. At the same time, her numb senses revived little by little. Edwin looked at her and smiled most beautifully. His longing face flickered before her eyes.

No way, no way.

Herietta raised her head. Then she saw the man in black armor.

She thought it was nonsense, but her breath quivered. Why didnt she immediately notice? He was precious to her, and this is the voice of that precious person.

Are you really, Edwin, ?

How is your brother?

Herietta was about to stand up as if possessed by something, but the man immediately asked a question.

Wont he whine to you to sing you a song about Lance Elliott?

Brother? Lance Elliot?

Herietta, who did not immediately understand the meaning of his words, blinked her eyes.

How is her brother? If that man was really Edwin, he wouldnt not known what happened to Hugo on his way to Bangola.

And.

ah!

Herietta gave a small sigh. She realized it belatedly. Who the man in front of her is.

The one I saw at the store.

A man who reacted quite tremblingly to the drunkards behavior. He was the man who had made a strong impression on Herietta because he had a voice very similar to Edwins.

The man laughed at Heriettas murmur. He must have been offended that she remembered him only now, but that doesnt seem to be the case at all.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly. He couldnt not have felt her eyes on him, but he just stared steadfastly forward.

He opened his mouth.

We will head northeast. Because it is the capital of this country, and in the capital is the royal palace where the king and royal family of this country stay.

Herietta was taken aback by the mans words. She couldnt figure out why the man was giving her this information. No matter how gutsy he was, this is too much. Was he allowed to talk about his tactics without hesitation to a stranger he doesnt even know?

Just as she began to suspect that he might be questioning her, the man opened his mouth again.

So, go down south with your brother.

South?

If that happens, you and I will never run into each other again.

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