Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 71: [] To withdraw all support

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Roardnes was overwhelmed by a tumult of emotions after seeing Adrienne's tears. He wanted to do something, anything but just say he'd be there for her and protect her. The thought of her wanting to escape from everything filled him with despair. The fear that she would suddenly leave him, just like her sudden marriage and sudden death, overwhelmed him. How could he lose the grip he had barely managed to hold onto? How could he lose someone he had finally recovered? He was certain he could treat her far better than that damned Noebian Trovica. Seeing her tears and her guilt-ridden face, he felt a sense of crisis that this couldn't continue. Was the fragile lie of being just friends the reason for this emotion? Roardnes had known for a long time that his madness stemmed from Adrienne. Just as a duckling follows its mother, ever since he had received her warm comfort as a child, his eyes had been fixed solely on Adrienne.

"Adrienne, as long as I'm good to you," wasn't just a playful remark. Adrienne was his very essence. If he remained merely a good friend, he would be trapped in this maddening obsession for the rest of his life. He would constantly feel parched and hungry, unable to sleep unless he was tearing apart monsters or anything else. Just as she wanted to end everything with her own hands, he didn't want to be alone without Adrienne anymore. He was tired of being alone. Having tasted a brief moment of happiness in his youth, he couldn't forget it. The only reason that had kept him going in a world without Adrienne was his brother, Bartedenaldo, whom he didn't want to see being manipulated by Noebian any longer. To protect the two people he loved most in the world, Adrienne and Bartedenaldo, Noebian Trovica had to be eliminated, just like a monster.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Neil asked worriedly, noticing Roardnes's hardened expression, which had been so diligent lately. The prince was indeed a cause for concern. Roardnes remained seated, staring fixedly at the stack of investigation reports. A few days ago, he had ordered Neil to set up a tent in front of the Grand Duke's residence and investigate the servants. Whenever he had a moment, Roardnes would receive reports on the activities of the Grand Duke's residence. Neil thought there was no need to ask the reason. It must be because of Countess Acacia. That woman was truly extraordinary. No matter how beautiful she was, she had managed to bring down the most resilient men in Ronta one by one. Even though he was a bastard prince, he felt protective of his family, and he didn't look kindly upon that woman. But sometimes, when he saw her sad smile or her gentle greetings, his heart ached. And today, they had met by chance. The face of the crying noblewoman was so pitiful that even a passerby would want to comfort her.

'Women with complicated stories are dangerous,' Neil thought. As he placed the investigation reports he had been working on for the past few months on the desk, he tapped on the desk. It was a habit Vincent had pointed out to him several times, but he couldn't help it because his lord would get lost in thought without a reminder.

"Your Highness."

"When did you get here?"

"I've been here for about five minutes."

Roardnes scanned the reports with sharp eyes.

"!"

It seemed to be the report he had ordered, urging an investigation into the relationship between Blie Acacia and Noebian Trovica as if it were a murder case.

"As you can see, it's too clean. However, we've found a clue this time: the lady's whereabouts started from Elacon. Since Trovica's territory and Elacon are adjacent, it's clear that they first met there. There's also testimony from someone who saw a woman with a similar appearance crossing the border from Elacon to Ronta."

As Roardnes listened to Neil's report, he recalled something Adrienne had once said. She had mentioned being able to understand the Elacon language when she met the envoy from Elacon. The possibility that Blie was from Elacon grew stronger.

"And while we were tracking the north, we found this."

Neil presented something he had roughly sketched. It was a hut in a dense forest.

"There was an underground dungeon beneath this hut. Recently, hasn't there been another disappearance case in the capital? The victim of that disappearance case, Baroness Lotus, was found imprisoned in this dungeon. Would you like to meet her?"

"The state of this country is a mess. Who's the master of this land?"

"...It's the deceased Count Acacia."

Vincent, who had been quietly working nearby, looked up abruptly at them. A heavy silence fell for a moment. Roardnes's eyes shone as sharply and coldly as when he was about to kill a monster.

"...It must be Noebian Trovica's doing."

"What? Why are you suddenly talking like that...."

"It has to be Noebian Trovica's doing. Understand?"

"!"

Roardnes jumped up and disappeared towards Baroness Lotus. Neil and Vincent rushed out together. It was because they had often seen the prince do something reckless when his eyes looked like that.

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Baroness Lotus's story was astonishing. She claimed that her captors constantly mentioned a 'Grand Duke' and that they had to report back to him. She said they treated her like she was about to die, and that's why they felt so free to chatter in front of her. Vincent and Neil exchanged glances, sensing something sinister.

"Perhaps..."

"Perhaps Countess Kuroseda is already dead."

"And that..."

"And that it could be the work of Grand Duke Trovica."

Neil left the sentence unfinished, and Vincent completed the conjecture. Their voices grew quieter. While they could understand why the Grand Duke might target Baroness Lotus, Countess Kuroseda was a different matter. The current Empress, Grace Ronta, was the youngest and least influential among the Empresses, and she was a person directly recommended by the Crown Prince. Since Noebian's influence extended to everything the Crown Prince did, it was natural that Grace's ascension to the Empress was also Noebian's intention. However, the Emperor favored Countess Kuroseda, who resembled the deceased Empress Retinia, more than the young Empress with whom he had children. Naturally, the Emperor's mistress would be a thorn in his side, as the current Empress, who he could manipulate at will, had become useless.

"He said Noebian Trovica,"

A dry voice echoed through the office, causing them to stand up abruptly and salute. It was Roardnes, who had finished his conversation with Baroness Lotus and changed into his formal attire. Contrary to their worries, Roardnes seemed quite calm as he met with Baroness Lotus. That made them even more uneasy.

"What should we do now, Your Highness?"

"What should we do?"

Roardnes, who had been smiling coldly, blinked slowly with slightly bloodshot eyes.

"We should tell my brother."

"Shouldn't we inform His Majesty first?"

"Even if we inform His Majesty, if my brother personally intervenes to stop it, it might be in vain."

Roardnes glared into the air and gritted his teeth. While he didn't like the idea of a central figure in the Crown Prince's faction being ousted, Noebian was a poison that Bartedenaldo had to get rid of someday. After all, who knew what other schemes Noebian, who had betrayed Adrienne and mercilessly killed his own servants, might come up with?

"We have no choice but to let my brother decide."

Roardnes murmured, stroking the hilt of the heavy sword at his side. Depending on Bartedenaldo's choice, he had two options. If Bartedenaldo abandoned Noebian Trovica, he would watch over Adrienne to ensure she could push Noebian off the cliff as she wished. On the other hand, if Bartedenaldo couldn't let go of Noebian...

'I'll have to kill him and make him disappear.'

Roardnes's eyes shone more darkly than ever, as if he were a battlefield warrior.

*** Roardnes already sensed that his elder brother was at his limit. Bartedenaldo, who had welcomed him, couldn't even offer him a cup of his favorite tea and was just sighing. As soon as he saw Roardnes, Bartedenaldo's expression, which he had tried to keep calm, collapsed, and he sat down in front of him like a sinner.

"Roan, I don't know how to say this..."

"I have something to tell you first."

Bartedenaldo nodded slowly, hesitating. Seeing Bartedenaldo, whose eyes were filled with inexplicable fear, Roardnes handed him the prepared report. Bartedenaldo read the report very slowly. After reading the short content repeatedly, he ran his hand through his hair.

"Roan."

"Brother. Noebian Trovica is dangerous."

"...Roan."

Bartedenaldo called his name, his voice almost trembling.

"Yesterday, I heard some shocking news."

"...What is it?"

The Crown Prince hesitated for a long moment. Roardnes patiently waited for him to open his trembling lips.

"I heard that... there are actually no rebels in this country."

"What do you mean?"

Roardnes feigned ignorance.

"The Grand Duke, he created fake rebels and sent them to tie up his feet in the west... And he planted forbidden mana stones in the west to periodically cause monsters to appear..."

"Did that bastard say that himself?"

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"No, Countess Acacia said so."

So he had already told his brother. Roardnes's nerves were on edge, fearing that Adrienne might be implicated, but he managed to maintain his composure. It didn't matter how many years he had spent on the battlefield; this was not the time for such things.

"What will you do?"

On the contrary, Roardnes was glad that he had been running around so meaninglessly, as it would allow his brother to let go of Noebian Trovica. Seeing Roardnes, who seemed neither surprised nor angry, Bartedenaldo looked very sad. It was a similar reaction to Adrienne's.

"Why are you so calm, Roan? I can't believe that the uncle I trusted so much did that to you!"

"If that means I can free you from that dangerous man, then I don't care."

Bartedenaldo lowered his head sadly.

"As you said, brother, Noebian Trovica has committed an unforgivable sin. Not only did he create the rebels that the royal family had been so troubled by, but he also summoned monsters. And isn't it forbidden in this country to use things related to magic like mana stones? If you keep holding onto him, you'll get hurt."

"You don't know how difficult it would have been for me to ascend to this position without his contribution. How can I just let him go? Roan, I only have you and my uncle..."

"Your Highness! Your Highness!!"

Just as the Crown Prince was wailing in despair, a servant barged in without permission. He made so much noise that it was irritating.

"A, a messenger from the east, a messenger from the east!"

With a sense of foreboding, the Crown Prince jumped up and took the letter. The servant who had barged in was the one he always entrusted with sorting letters, so if he was reacting so urgently, the content must be important. Startled as if he had been hit on the back of the head by the word 'east', the Crown Prince unfolded the letter frantically.

[The Eastern Alliance, including Pireta, withdraws all support for Grand Duke Noebian Trovica.] It was an unbelievable notification.

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