I Am The Villainess With A Maxed-Out Luck Stat - Chapter 146
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146. Who will escort the villainess? (2)
With strides.
Brecht passed the guard and moved forward without saying a word.
‘I never thought I’d meet Brecht here.’
It was surprising enough that I ran into him by chance, but it was even more surprising that he offered to be my guarantor.
‘I guess I should say I was lucky.’
I looked at Brecht in bewilderment.
He was moving forward with wide strides, and before he knew it, he was far ahead.
I was also trying to follow him busily, but no matter how hard I walked, the distance between us just wouldn’t close.
“Now, just a moment!”
‘Why are you walking so fast… …!’
Only then did he look back and stop walking.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t have much experience escorting women… … .”
He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
He waited for me to catch my breath and then extended one of his arms to me.
“?”
“From now on, I will walk at your pace, Your Majesty.”
“Oh, yes. Thank you.”
I carefully placed my hand on his arm, feeling his strong forearm beneath his sweaty training gear.
‘It’s strange, it’s strange.’
It feels different from Perwin or Cayenne.
Even though I knew it was just a formal escort, I couldn’t help but feel a chill down my spine.
“Let’s go.”
Brecht guided me, his pace slightly slower than before.
“But why the Knights—”
As he was about to ask me something, a knight’s booming greeting rang in my ear.
“The captain is here!”
“Oh, okay.”
He greeted me curtly and looked at me again.
“Why did you come all the way to the Knights—”
“Hello, boss!”
“Did you finish your training well today?”
“… … .”
His words were once again interrupted by the knights’ greetings.
‘How many times do I have to say hello?’
Finally, I was able to escape the barrage of greetings only after I entered the deserted training grounds.
When the surroundings became quiet, Brecht stopped walking.
“I guess we can talk here. What does your highness the Knights do for you?”
Fresh green eyes looked at me.
“I’m looking for someone.”
“Is the person you are looking for a knight of the Imperial Guard?”
“No, the person I’m looking for is my house servant.”
“Are you a servant?”
He reacted with a puzzled look.
“… … A week ago, our house servant suddenly disappeared. Then, I heard that someone similar was seen in this area, so the Knights Templar came looking for him.”
“Is that so?”
Despite the rambling explanation, Brecht nodded seriously.
He thought for a moment and then said confidently.
“I will help you find the servant.”
“Lord Brecht?”
I almost asked, ‘Why?’ without realizing it.
“Yes. Since you are my lord’s fiancée, it is only natural that you should treat me like your lord.”
“ah.”
Even this point should be considered truly knightly.
While I was surprised by the warm treatment, he asked me a question.
“Do you know exactly where you saw the servant?”
“No, I don’t know.”
At first, I tried to use the original search function to find the location of the administrator, but unfortunately, the administrator was not a character in the original.
“Do you know what a misconception is?”
“He’s probably wearing a servant’s uniform. He looks like he has black hair and red eyes, no, maybe he’s blond and red-eyed… … Oh, by this hour, he’ll probably have black hair and red eyes.”
“yes?”
A look of bewilderment appeared on Brecht’s face.
You’re desperately looking for a servant, but you don’t even know the basics.
I thought to myself that I was screwed, but luckily he listened to my nonsense calmly.
“So you mean, black hair with red eyes, or blonde hair with red eyes? And?”
“He’s tall and thin.”
As I was diligently describing Cayenne’s appearance, I revealed the most important fact.
“Witnesses say that one of the royal guardsmen took my servant away. He seemed to have disguised him as luggage… … .”
“no way.”
When I told him the story I had heard from Countess Garcia, his face hardened.
“Why? Is there something that catches your eye?”
“I have also seen the person you are looking for, Your Highness.”
“yes?”
“I will solve this matter with my honor on the line.”
Brecht knelt on one knee before me.
* * *
“Aiden, where is Aiden!”
The deputy commander of the Imperial Guard stormed into the barracks where the apprentice knights were gathered.
“Yes, yes? Are you looking for me?”
Aiden, who had been dozing off after his afternoon training, woke up with a start.
“The captain is looking for Janelle. Go to the captain’s office immediately.”
“Yes, yes!”
He hurried to the dressing room without even having time to straighten out his crumpled clothes because he was so fast asleep.
“Did you call, Captain?”
But there was one more person in the director’s office besides Brecht.
‘You’re the princess of Serteia, right?’
Aiden’s eyes widened.
He had seen Roselia a few times while following Cayenne.
‘Could it be that the princess found out that I took the servant and came looking for me?’
“Aiden, did you kidnap this man’s servant?”
“What, what do you mean? I have no idea—”
“Are you still trying to avoid it?”
Sling.
Brecht pulled out his sword from his waistband. The ominous aura of the knight commander’s anger pressed down on Aiden.
“All right, Captain!”
His face turned ashen.
“You said that on the day you went out without permission, you encountered a wild animal outside the palace.”
During a personal interview with Brecht.
Aiden had been lying about how his conquest of the Knights was ruined by an encounter with a wild beast.
“Now that I think about it, what you encountered wasn’t just a wild beast. What did you do with your servant? Did you kill him?”
“Oh, you misunderstood! I have never killed anyone!”
Aiden protested desperately.
But no lie was of any use in front of Roselia, who had a magnifying glass over her heart.
“Sir Brecht, this guy is the culprit. He has my servant held captive behind the knights.”
“How, how do you know that―”
It was a moment when Aiden, embarrassed, admitted it without thinking.
“Kwaaak!”
“!”
Brecht’s sword traced a graceful trajectory. Soon, bright blood spurted out from Aiden’s fingers.
Aiden crumpled to the floor in pain, and Brecht held his sword to his neck.
“You are a disgrace to the knighthood. From today on, you will never pick up a sword again.”
“… … !”
“It would be better to choose death here to preserve my remaining honor.”
“Please save me! I was wrong, Captain!”
Aiden screamed in confusion, and Brecht looked down at him with contempt.
* * *
Aiden pleaded with all his might, saying, “I did it because the Marquis of Balton told me to,” and “But I didn’t kill him.”
But the more he begged, the colder Brecht’s face became.
[Is that all you have to say before you die?]
I barely managed to stop Brecht from turning Aiden into half-dead.
‘I said that the place where the manager is is the campsite behind the Knights Templar.’
The first priority was to find the captured manager.
I was searching an abandoned campsite with my knights.
The knight who was inspecting the closed warehouse shouted.
“Here it is! There are people here!”
“!”
I ran to the warehouse like a bullet.
A man was fast asleep in a dark warehouse without a single ray of light.
His sleeping face looked so peaceful that for a moment I suspected he was dead.
My doubts soon subsided when I saw the eyelids tremble slightly.
“coffin……!”
I was about to call the manager’s name absentmindedly, but then stopped.
‘Wait a minute, you’re blonde and have red eyes?’
While the manager was in attendance, Cayenne had dark hair.
It didn’t matter if it was day or night.
‘But why… … .’
Then Brecht came into the warehouse.
“Is this the servant you were looking for, Your Majesty?”
“Yes, that’s right. But it’s a little strange.”
“Let’s move him to the hospital for now. He seems unconscious, and if this continues, he may die from hypothermia.”
I nodded.
Whatever happened to him, getting him to a safe place was the priority.
As Brecht hurried to collect him, he heard a commotion from afar.
“What’s the fuss?”
Brecht rebuked them, but the murmur grew louder.
Then a knight came running from afar and spoke to Brecht.
“Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!”
……what?
“Your Majesty?”
Brecht, who had been surprised, soon nodded.
“Everyone, stop making a fuss and be respectful to His Majesty.”
“Yes, sir!”
While the knights were advancing in unison and preparing for battle, Cayenne was still asleep, oblivious to the world.
It seemed like I was the only one who was anxious among them.
‘Is it okay for two people to meet here?’