LRAB Chapter 47
Chapter 47
One bite, then another.
The crisp texture of the almonds wasn’t bad.
Before he realized it, the entire florentine had disappeared into Rick’s stomach.
‘...Guess I’ll just call it an appetizer.’
Still, maybe it was the sugar.
The gloom from witnessing Maria giving a gift to Arthur had somewhat subsided.
Though the sight of her hands trembling nervously and Arthur’s hands shaking even more as he accepted the gift, followed by her bright smile, was something he knew he’d never forget.
Rick leaned back against the bench with a deep sigh.
‘I knew it all along. Maria loves someone else...’
He already knew about her unforgettable first love and that she’d reunited with him here.
Their feelings seemed mutual, and for that, he was genuinely happy for her.
But.
‘What am I even doing in this city?’
There had only been one reason Rick followed Maria to the capital, even volunteering to be her guard knight.
To protect Maria.
Rick Ray hadn’t trusted anyone up until the day he became an adult.
It was only natural.
He was born out of someone’s filthy desires and lack of responsibility, and he grew up nourished by violence and scorn.
He’d believed he was destined to live forever in the swamp of the world.
But then, Rick Ray found a woman as pure as a lotus flower.
Maria Meyer.
Even under her uncle’s discrimination, she remained steadfast, and she could inspire even the servants who subtly looked down on her.
Rick had grown close to her under the guise of being a diligent worker. It wasn’t a relationship where they could ever reveal their true selves to each other, but that was fine. Maria deserved happiness, untainted by anything unclean.
When her journey to the capital was decided, Rick stayed up all night, confronting his own twisted feelings.
If it was for Maria, he would do anything.
...Which meant that if he did nothing, his feelings were meaningless.
‘Otherwise, I’m just some creep ogling the young lady.’
So, he resolved to go to the capital.
A powerless beauty like Maria would be easy prey for the predators of high society. She’d be a plaything for the men and gossip fodder for the women.
Anyone who dared sully Maria, Rick would quietly eliminate.
That resolve held firm.
...At least, for the first part of the season.
That spring, the day Maria participated in some botanical garden’s opening event, Rick had secretly followed her.
As expected, Maria hadn’t done anything wrong, yet she’d become the target of people’s gossip.
Rick had been contemplating creating an "accident" involving a spooked horse to trample some of the trash around her when someone shifted the focus of the crowd.
From criticizing Maria to betting on the future of the couple.
‘It was Doris Redfield.’
Not the most wholesome shift, but it was better than Maria being bashed, and the topic had changed naturally.
It was something Rick couldn’t have done.
After that, Maria inexplicably became friends with Doris. Rick had been consumed by guilt for not immediately congratulating her on her new friendship.
‘I prepared everything I could to protect Maria, but... none of it matters.’
Weapons, information about the capital—he’d even joined the Sacred Salon. The initiation fee had been steep, but he didn’t care.
He’d gone as far as to find a legitimate way to follow her to the hunting tournament, certain that some scoundrel would use the noisy outdoor event as an excuse to try something.
But this was the reality.
Maria, enjoying life in the capital, despite its ups and downs.
And Rick Ray, who couldn’t dedicate himself to her anywhere.
If Arthur became Maria’s pillar of support, Rick’s presence would become even more meaningless to her.
‘What am I... What’s my purpose in this place...?’
Rick stared blankly at his empty hands.
The hands that had once swung a sword, determined to protect someone.
Now, they smelled sweet.
She smiled, bright and wide, a perfect crescent.
Yep, that’s what madness looks like.
Percival’s gaze slowly drifted elsewhere. Oh, man, what a loss of face.
‘Whatever scheme he had, it’s not my problem.’
Natalie can handle herself.
My immediate concern is...
‘Whether I can still marry Tristan if the story doesn’t follow the original plot.’
At a glance, things seemed fine.
Arthur and Maria were on track for their happily ever after.
Tristan, while once a troublemaker, now treated me decently, even thoughtfully.
‘He doesn’t even pine for Maria anymore.’
If things continued like this, there wouldn’t be a problem.
If I could be sure of a happy ending, maybe I could open my heart to Tristan a little more.
...Maybe even as a real fiancé, human to human.
As I mused, the dance neared its final measures.
The sheet music fluttered to its last page before the score was closed.
The Crown Princess called out.
“I hope you all had a wonderful evening!”
Applause broke out, and people began to scatter.
My family gathered near the exit.
Father was thoroughly drunk. Mother, you’re not getting that fox this year either.
“Hic! Girls, someone... help me...”
Both my sister and I dodged his outstretched hand. Instead, one of the event staff came over to escort him back to our tent.
My sister turned to me, clearly uninterested in our father.
“Doris. I told you to dance if there’s an orchestra.”
“I can’t dance with other men when I have a fiancé.”
“Then drag your fiancé here.”
“His Highness injured himself while managing the hunting grounds. He can’t dance.”
“So what? Sit him down and dance with someone else.”
“Don’t you think you live life a bit too recklessly, sister?”
“What of it? Let’s head in.”
She pulled me along by the shoulder. I walked beside her for a while but eventually stopped.
“I’m going to check on His Highness and see if he’s okay.”
“You’re sweet. Send him my regards. Tell him, ‘I hope you recover soon and get your sister a fox.’ He won’t believe the first part, but maybe the second.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Before leaving, she whispered in my ear.
“If he’s in no condition to give you a prize, let me know. I’ll give you one of mine.”
“...Thank you.”
Really, it’s hard to tell if she’s kind or just conniving.
My feet naturally led me toward the royal infirmary.
Of course, the royal infirmary was on the opposite end of the noisy banquet hall, meaning my legs would get a workout.
On the way, people were already retreating to their tents, wrapping up their day. Some of the more diligent tents had already extinguished their lights, and the area grew dark quickly.
It was a little scary.
No one in their right mind would try anything in the middle of a hunting tournament full of armed people, but...
‘There was alcohol at the banquet earlier.’
If I’m unlucky, a drunk might cause trouble.
Should I head back to the tent and ask a maid to accompany me?
Just as I turned, hesitating—
‘...Huh?’
I spotted a silhouette I recognized.
Dressed inappropriately for this place, at this time.