Chapter 47: Revolutionary Period - Black Rose (1)

Chapter 47: Revolutionary Period - Black Rose (1)

Translated by Mara Sov

Revolutionary Period Black Rose (1)

Lumiere, Capital of Francia Saint Justs Club.

Councillor Saint Just! What is going on?!

How is it possible that every attempt has failed?

Amidst the accusations, Saint Just bit his lip.

Speak up! Werent you the one confident about handling that Evil Seductress!

They had boldly set out to assassinate Christine De Aquitaine, but all their attempts had utterly failed.

Despite their numerous tactics, every single person they had sent to assassinate her had lost contact without exception.

How many have been captured? And how much information have they leaked!

At this rate, well be the ones being dealt with!

And yet, despite this, Christine De Aquitaine had taken no action.

If she had discovered the assassination attempts, the usual response should have been a swift retaliation or at least a warning. But nothing happened.

Like a spider quietly lurking in the darkness, weaving its web intricately, ready to engulf anything that approaches.

Instead, this only heightened the anxiety and unease of Saint Just and his fellow councilors.

Damn it, that cursed Seductress!

Saint Just shivered as he recalled those inhuman eyes, the deep abyss barely contained within those dark orbs.

The Marquis will arrive in the Capital at any moment! Do you think that the witch will remain docile then?

In such a moment of despair and helplessness, Saint Just clenched his eyes shut and said.

Theres no other way. Shall we accept their proposal?

A dreadful silence ensued.

It was their taboo, a proposal they would have never accepted under normal circumstances.

But no one dared to voice the objection.

If they remained passive, the radicals, especially the instigators like Saint Just and the others present, would certainly be dealt with.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

Prosecutor Maximillien Le Jidor wasnt one to forgive such actions simply because they were of the same faction.

We are past the point of choosing our methods. Its a matter of life or death for all of us, so lets borrow strength for a common enemy.

Rather than being devoured by the witch, these men joined hands with the devil.

And so, they committed the taboo. They borrowed power from the enemies of the Republic.

The assassination attempts of the Radicals were crude and simplistic.

Having learned how to conduct her fathers merchant empire when she was ten, Christine was well aware of the power of information, and how to best utilize it to achieve her goals.

Therefore, it was a trivial matter for her to deal with those poor attempts from those clearly inexperienced in writing off the lives of others.

Above all, her pride wouldnt allow her to fall for such cheap tricks.

This didnt change the fact that warding off those attempts was an exhausting effort, so Christine took the opportunity to rest a little inside the carriage.

Are you alright, sister?

Yes. Im fine, Louis. Just a bit tired.

Christine answered Louis with her eyes still closed.

In truth, since she had decided to send Louis to study abroad in the magic kingdom, there was no need to teach him how to manage the familys trade.

Yet, Christine didnt wish to make it seem as if she was exiling Louis.

And she certainly didnt want to make him believe that the affairs of Aquitaine were no longer of his concern should he ever become a mage.

My Lady, weve arrived.

Christine sighed as she heard the voice of Baron Charon outside the carriage.

Despite being tired, there was work to be done.

Opening her eyes, Christine could see the concerned gaze of her little brother as he looked at her.

So, she tried to give Louis one of her most gentle smiles.

Just like the ones she used to give him before that night.

Louis looked at that nostalgic smile for a moment before averting his gaze.

Looking at his small figure, Christine let her thoughts wander.

As Baron Caron left, Christine pulled out the pistol she had holstered under her skirt.

She forcibly erased from her mind the sight of the fragment embedded in her leg and the amount of bleeding, then let out a bitter laugh at the absurdity.

Just a moment ago, she had thought she wanted to find peace.

Screams, shouts of profanities, and gunshots erupted from all around.

The once peaceful cityscape at midday had, in an instant, been plunged into chaos.

The radicals had been rampant with assassination attempts recently, but even Christine couldnt have imagined they would dare such madness in broad daylight, in the heart of the Capital.

What was that explosive just now? It was an object she had never seen before. There was no way she could have been prepared for such a thing.

Where is Louis? That childhe must not die.

Her usually quick mind, perhaps due to the extreme fatigue or maybe the blood loss, wasnt functioning properly.

There she isAh!

Christine reflexively fired her pistol at the man who was pointing and shouting at her.

The man collapsed with a thud, and Christine immediately attempted to reload her pistol.

Kill that witch!

But before she could, another man who had spotted her aimed his gun.

Ugh.

The instant Christine flinched, a familiar blond head moved in front of her.

Gunshots rang out, and as bullets flew, the boys brooch shone and a protective barrier erected in front of them deflected the bullets.

Wha?

Before the shock could settle, Christine, having finished reloading, fired and the man collapsed, blood spurting from his head.

Louis.

Her brother, panting heavily, turned to her in surprise.

Sister, youre hurt?

His worried and angry expression couldnt hide his concern.

If we were going to end up like this, you shouldve just bought your own artifact!

I am always with an escort.

Christine avoided his gaze, making excuses.

With Pierre always being present on the battlefields and fearing for her brothers life, Christine had bought those artifacts for them, but never one for herself.

Ironically, her pride wouldnt let her die in such pathetic attempts on her life, yet, her self-loathing barred her from spending a fortune just to protect her worthless life.

It was only when she saw her foolish little brother, rushing towards her with a frightened and angry expression on his face that she realized how much of a fool she had been.

My Lady! We have almost secured the perimeter! Are you alright?

Christine sighed in relief as Baron Charon reappeared.

Im fine

No, she wasnt fine. Truthfully, she felt dizzy from all that blood loss. Her trembling hands couldnt even hold her gun properly

But she didnt wish to burden her cute little brother or the loyal Baron with such a fact.

Then, more gunshots echoed all around them, as the sound of glass being shattered followed.

Argh!

Baron!

Through the fallen body of the Baron, whose mana had been shattered, Christine could see a man reloading his musket with an exotic pinkish bullet.

That thing should exist in the Republic. The all-too-familiar hue of an object crafted by demonic magic.

The mana shield surrounding the Barons body, a Knight, had been shattered.

Having already used the Theocracys holy bullets, Christine immediately grasped how this new weapon worked.

Slowly but surely, the man reloaded the weapon and aimed.

Louis body trembled, but he remained in front of her.

No! Even the artifact wouldnt be able to block that!

The exact second her mind processed this though, Christine leaped forward, pushing Louis with all her might

And a gunshot echoed once again.

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