After ordering the guards to arrest and imprison Cheryl, Yvette goes to relax by soaking in flower petals and getting a massage.
She was well dressed and dressed as if nothing bad had happened after she had finished her bath.
Her cool snapped after the leader of the guards informed her of something. Her beautiful face showed signs of insanity.
"Is she dead?" Yvette inquired cheerfully. Her face was innocently staring at the leader of the guards, waiting for a good response.
"It hasn't happened yet."
Yvette hurled a jewellery box in front of the dresser in front of the guard. The man's forehead bled, but he remained firmly kneeling in his place.
"Why is she not dead yet? Why?! Was the poison I gave you insufficient? Tell me, Mithreene, isn't there enough poison?" Yvette burst out laughing.
"The poison you give is only for weakening the body, Princess, not for killing," Mithreene said slowly.
Yvette flexed her aching fingers. Her gaze was drawn to Mithreene, and she smirked.
"You're absolutely correct. It's just poison to make the body weak! What a pity! I can't wait for her to pass away!" Yvette's lovely lips were still forming a smile. Even though she was stunning, her hateful smile couldn't conceal the horror on her face.
"Give her a poison that will kill her as quickly as possible! In this world, I simply cannot stand her!"
Mithreene was taken aback by Yvette's orders. She spoke after a brief hesitation.
"Third princess, don't you think this is a hasty decision? If that woman dies in the palace prison, I'm afraid the Marquess of Northland will find out about it soon enough. Your chances of winning the Marquis' heart in the future may be even slimmer as a result "Mithreene provided extensive advice. Everyone knew how brave she had to be to say this.
Yvette, to her surprise, was not angry. She instead burst out laughing.
"Mithreene, are you insane? Make it appear as if the poison was administered by Marius Laverty! Make a misunderstanding between Edgar and Marius; it's better if they later fight and kill each other!" Yvette insisted vehemently.
Yvette's words horrified Mithreene, but she immediately agreed. "You've obviously thought of everything. Please accept my apologies for my earlier impudence."
"Stop talking and hurry! I can't wait to hear about that poor woman's death!"
"Well."
Mithreene withdrew and left the room, followed by the guards' commander. They went to the cellar's secret storage and took a small bottle that was very beautifully carved. But who would have guessed that the lovely glass bottle contained a lethal poison?
-
Cheryl is still unconscious inside the prison. Beth, who couldn't help herself, simply wiped a little blood and sweat from Cheryl's body, trying to clean it even if it was just a little.
Beth paced back and forth in the cramped room, doing nothing else. This prison is completely dark with no light. Beth guessed it was nighttime, but she had no idea how late it was.
Someone moved through the dark shadows from a certain angle, sneaking their way to the cell where Beth and Cheryl were being held.
Beth was alerted by the creaking sound of metal chains being touched.
"Is anyone there?" She tried to focus her vision, but all she could see was a black figure standing in front of the cell door, staring at her.
"Who—"
"Shh, it's me," said the black figure quietly.
"Harold?"
"Yes. How are you and the Marchioness getting along? Are you all right?" Harold inquired, fiddling with the lock.
Beth panicked again, recalling the recent events.
"I have no idea! We need to get the Marchioness to a doctor as soon as possible!"
"What exactly is it?"
"Come on, don't bother me with too many questions. Open the door quickly." Beth dashed to the cot. She carried the Marchioness's body with care.
Harold was able to get the lock open. He went in after opening the door and carrying Cheryl on his back.
Harold was taken aback when he smelled blood.
"What occurred? Has the Marchioness been hurt?"
"I told you it was difficult to explain. Please hurry up." Beth urged, her voice trembling.
Harold didn't ask any more questions. He immediately led the way out of the establishment. Harold and Beth dashed across the large palace gardens towards the horse carriage that had been prepared in a hidden passage as soon as they emerged from the dungeon.
They didn't see a single guard from the time they left the prison until they passed through the garden. Beth had an odd feeling about it.
"Why aren't there any guards around, Harold? Is this a trap or not?"
Despite their concerns, they continued on their way.
"Certainly not. Sir Simon, who was in charge of the guards, assisted me," Harold explained. Because he was running while carrying someone, his voice was a little shaky.
"Simon? Butler to the Crown Prince?"
"Right."
"What is he doing to assist us? Shouldn't he be suspicious of us in light of the Crown Prince's accident?"
"Sir Simon knows Marchiones cannot have bad intentions toward his master. So he's willing to assist me," Harold explained.
"I see." Beth said it as if she understood, but she was still puzzled.
In Beth's peripheral vision, a horse carriage appeared. Beth hesitated when they got closer and she didn't see any symbols on the carriage.
"Is that...?"
"Relax, this is our mode of transportation. I would never use the official carriage from Baldwin Mansion to flee. At the very least, they wouldn't learn too soon."
Harold stood up and placed Cheryl on a lounger with a soft pad covering. Beth accompanied him into the carriage and deftly adjusted the Marchioness' bed.
Harold hopped on the wheel and galloped towards the Baldwin Mansion after swapping tasks with Beth.
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A man dressed in black frantically searches for the two long-lost women in a dark prison.
"Did they flee?" The person mumbled. Cheryl had been lying on the couch when his hand accidentally touched something wet.
The individual placed the tip of his finger against the bridge of his nose.
"That's blood! Was one of the women hurt?"
The man searched again, but all he found were blood stains on the couch.
-
Cheryl awoke with a stabbing pain in her back. The shaking of the train then made him more aware. She noticed Beth sitting next to her. The pain struck Cheryl again before she could open her mouth.
"Ahhhh...!!!" Cheryl moaned in agony. Her hands squeezed tightly on the soft pad beneath, just to relieve some of the pain.
"Are you awake, My Lady? Is your body still achy?"
Cheryl wanted to respond, but her strength was dwindling as her lower abdomen throbbed with pain. Her chest was starting to feel tight right now, possibly because the pain was too intense.
She felt twisted and pressed mercilessly in her internal organs. Cheryl hadn't expected it, but the torment continued even after she passed out.
"Why... does it hurt so much...?" Cheryl groaned in the midst of this inexplicable sensation.
Beth panicked even more as she watched the Marchioness collapse in agony once more. The young woman's body was covered in sweat and blood on her lower body, which was no longer restrained by the thickness of her dress. Blood seeped onto the soft mat beneath as it was poured.
"It's excruciating... I'm exhausted... I can't take it any longer..."
"My Lady, please don't say that; please bear with us a little longer; we'll be at the Mansion soon." Beth tried to comfort her, but her trembling voice betrayed her.
Cheryl lacked the strength to listen to Beth's words of comfort. Her brain was dulled by the pain, and she almost passed out again.
"I... can't take it anymore..."
The carriage came to a halt some time later. Harold jumped into the carriage and carried the Marchioness.
"Slow down, be careful not to shake the Marchioness." Beth cautioned.
"I'm aware. Now hurry up and get someone to call the old doctor."
Everything happens quickly. While Harold was carrying Cheryl upstairs, the old doctor in the Mansion had arrived with her protege. Beth and the maids who used to serve the Marchioness were also present, each bringing everything they needed, such as warm water for washing and so on.
Cheryl heard the old doctor say something while she was still conscious.
"The Marchioness has lost the baby, and I sensed a debilitating poison in her body; get some poison neutralizer as soon as possible; if it's too late, I'm worried..."
Cheryl could no longer hear the old doctor's words continuing. She, who had been tormented by pain for a few hours, was completely exhausted and chose to succumb to the rest that darkness offered her.
Something was pressing against her throat. Her mouth was filled with a thick salty and fishy taste.
That foul odour made it appear as if she was vomiting blood.
The blood rising to her throat seemed to relieve some of the pain in Cheryl's body. She let down her guard and let herself be embraced by the soothing darkness.
Cheryl felt her consciousness float away, lighter than a feather in the wind. She could feel the air rush by her.
It feels great.
"Wait, what happened?"
Cheryl gasped as she heard a familiar man scream. When she opened her eyes, she saw no one in front of her. When she turned her head, she noticed Edgar rushing into the body of a pale woman drenched in sweat and blood. The man sobbed and yelled the woman's name.
Cheryl was frozen for a split second.
She had no idea what she was feeling as she looked down at Edgar, who was tightly embracing the pale body, and at her transparent self.
"Edgar..." Cheryl unconsciously said his name. "Are you really leaving? Why did you return so quickly?"
Cheryl's tone was half complaint, half accusation.
Her vision became clouded by the scene in front of her. Between his sobs, she couldn't hear what Edgar was saying.
Everything gradually faded away and vanished into thin air.
She was the one who vanished, not the scene in front of her.