Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 251

Chapter 251 – 25. Clash! Dueling Trial (1)

The Palace of the Dukes of LeBlanc, located in the heart of the castle beyond the mighty walls, is considered one of the best sights in the East. Its prestige comparable to that of the royal palace in Lumiere, the capital city, clearly proves why the Gallic nobles are so threatening.

Fertile land, rich land.

It was cool and lightly blowing, carrying the fresh scent of grass. After all, it was a town that felt like my hometown, but I regretted living without knowing such trivial happiness. Haha, it was a body confined in a lofty spire and waiting for the day to be handed over to trial.

Henrietta, who looked outside while holding her lonely mood, put on a melancholy expression. Her face and the window were barely pushable, so it was difficult to dare to jump in. Even if he was rotten, he was a high-ranking aristocrat, and the room had everything from luxurious furniture to luxurious bathrooms.

She was a good thing for her, who only had to become a political scapegoat.

Henrietta, who sat quietly with her ass pressed against her rugged chair, turned her head. She was not as bored as she thought because the view from the tall tower gave her a panoramic view of life in the city. She was like the woman who came to me before long, although she was not devoid of any objectionable factors.

With a click, the magic-sealed lock was released.

When the tightly closed door opened, she was an alien witch who appeared. It was Kena, who walked with her delicate hair flowing like the crimson color of her sunset. As the duke’s mistress, she was a maid who succeeded in driving her mistress into a corner.

Being from an island country, she once did not know how to speak Gallic properly, but she has been reborn as today’s victor both in name and reality. As a woman who was favored by Arnaud LeBlanc and had her bedroom all to herself, it meant that she no longer needed to be coddled.

“Madam Henrietta.”

Still, the woman with her feeble freckles was neatly dressed in her uniform. She didn’t break the rules and she politely walked inside. The fact that she did not bow her head was also the result of consideration so that her excessive negligence would not be misinterpreted as a euphemism.

“Are you here to mock me?”

Henrietta, who was still keeping her gaze out of her window, opened her mouth. She pretended to be composure as if she didn’t want to give her satisfaction in the face of a loser. However, her mysterious eyes of a witch had the power to read complex emotions unlike ordinary people.

To express the Duchess’ state of mind in one word, it would be resignation.

She recognized her from the time she had been sought for her custody earlier. There must have been some kind of incident in the northern Marquis. Because otherwise, her remorse, which was fine before she left the East, is not explained.

“I wondered if that would happen for a while.”

I am a woman who gave up everything. She is not even worthy of ridicule. Besides, Kenna wasn’t an idiot who got drunk on low-key victories and messed things up. She is a witch who is always calm and does not reveal her emotional changes, so she is now in the same position.

“I don’t think it’s right to mock you in a good or bad way.”

“I’d rather laugh at myself.”

“If you did, you would have looked down on my level. She might have looked down on her or put him down, saying that she was a girl that didn’t suit Arno. She’s not the kind of person that a mistress would go around saying bad things about…”

I don’t want to lose to my rival. Even for a calm woman like a witch, jealousy as a mistress is a feeling that can’t be helped. So, even until the moment her Henrietta died, Kenna planned to devote herself to not allowing her to be slandered carelessly.

“Isn’t it because you thought that trying to kill Annette insulted your love?”

“Yes, on the one hand, I feel angry when I feel the eyes looking down on Arno as a great man who will be possessed by witchcraft. Whatever the reason, he couldn’t properly control his own emotions, so he recklessly wielded his power against the weak.”

Perhaps even after she dies and is forgotten by many, that attitude will remain the same.

“Anyway, I will not deny my negligence. If you feel that there is a price to be paid for that, please tell us without hesitation. Especially to you, her wife, because I don’t want to be evaluated as insufficient.”

In other words, it was respect. It was a tribute to Henrietta, the Duchess of LeBlanc, as the same woman as Kenna, the foreign witch. Even though her tragic end is scheduled for her, isn’t it true that she doesn’t even beg for her common life to her political opponent, who said that she would pay the price for her on her own?

“Do you love him?”

“If need be, I will give my life.”

“When I think about it, I think you have always been like that. It was clearly different from the women who rushed to Arno just because of his appearance or background. Even while playing with my husband, the way he treated me was polite.”

In the past, when I was blinded by jealousy, I decided that it was meant as a mockery towards me.

“Why didn’t I know until now? That you were enough just to be by his side.”

But it wasn’t. Kenna’s love with her hands clasped together was truly pure.

“I will not deny it.”

The witch’s off-white color is different from the one the Duchess was born with. How can a woman who grew up as a commoner catch up to the beauty of a woman who is called the first high-ranking star? The age difference between the two is not that great. However, there was one secret that Kenna was able to maintain her youthful and beautiful appearance just like Henrietta.

Knowledge passed down from a teacher younger than me.

Thanks to this, she boasted a more outstanding appearance than when she was enjoying her youth. But even in her wild and savage days, she still remembers making love with someone. She was Arnaud LeBlanc, she recalled the man she once loved, and Kenna, saddened, continued her words cautiously.

“I think true love should be able to sacrifice for love. It doesn’t matter how many times he looks at me. Like the madam said, the only thing that matters is that you can stand by her side.”

“Anything like that, you’re trying to kill me like this.”

“You didn’t love Arno, did you?”

Glancingly, it was only then that Henrietta averted her gaze. She looked at her sorceress, calm to the point, but sharp as a sharpened blade, thrusting her cause into it.

“From the beginning, the two of them got married because they were right for each other. Considering the physiology of an aristocratic society, I can’t criticize that point, but in a relationship where you have to keep the minimum level of trust, the mistress clearly crossed the line.”

Juliette LeBlanc, the mother of the Duke of Bravery, and the killing of family elders, led by the previous Duchess, is nothing more than a facade. The fact that the heir to the title, Arno, was reborn as a war hero and was able to achieve a revival while his power was gradually declining was actually the beginning of being pushed by them.

In other words, the charges against Henrietta are false. Even though she couldn’t claim her innocence, as the purge was carried out in agreement with her husband, her act of revealing it belatedly was a betrayal.

If only she hadn’t served her cause first on her side.

“Arno knew. Even though the heartache caused by it made my life painful, I continued my married life, waiting for the day when the madam would honestly confess and ask for forgiveness.”

Henrietta’s body trembled slightly. Unlike herself, she was from Aquitaine, and her husband, unlike herself, was the eldest son of a well-to-do family. Even during the heyday of the Gallic kingship, from the Sun King to the Dear King, she enjoyed unenviable authority.

How could the downfall of a famous family happen so easily? Needless to say, the Duke of LeBlanc, who is like a resident of the East. Her only problem was her greedy mother, her maternal relatives who made her her wives, and her siblings who challenged the authority of her bloodline.

Due to the betrayal of his trusted family, young Arno had to go through all sorts of hardships. After his bloody battles, he returned as ferociously as Rome did today. Since he inherited his title after his father, he has been called the Duke of Dragon Meng.

“Do you know why the madam was chosen instead of Baron Pierre?”

“He hated betrayal. That’s why I must have felt burdened when I saw Miss Joanna mischievously bullying me as her lover. He fears that one day he will be treated the same when he is old and emaciated.”

“Funny enough, Joanna Pierre then became a famous mandarin duck by marrying Michel, Count of Beauharnais. However, the two of them came to a breakup in the opposite way. Furthermore, you have followed the sins of the old wicked woman of the family against my husband.”

Right after the marriage, he had to kill a lot of people while cleaning up the family’s ups and downs. In the process, Arnaud LeBlanc, who had a pessimistic tendency, regarded his wife as a ray of hope and held on to her will to live.

“The title of duke is a position second only to the throne. What’s the point of an assassination attempt on a difficult and arduous journey like climbing a steep hill? What Arno truly found difficult to accept was the fact that you were behind it.”

“Okay, now everything is explained.”

Respect in public and avoid in private. She was stuffy because she couldn’t understand why she was trying to keep her distance from me.

“I get it right away.”

It’s not that I don’t like the way I look. It’s not because I’m tired of it. Arno, the dragon onslaught, was tormented by the change of heart of his wife, whom he only trusted. That’s why, even after I realized the truth about her, I waited for her to explain my mistake first.

“So, don’t blame Arno too much.”

For quite a few years.

“Because he gave the mistress a chance.”

Faced with her own karma, all Henrietta could do was put on a bitter face.