Shadowless Night

Chapter 148

Chapter 148

Do you think a priest has private belongings!?

Then at least give me your clothes!

Amidst the quarrel between Verum and Laheansi, a scent of something burning wafted into the tent where they were. Laheansi wrinkled his nose.

It seems like the hunting competition is coming to an end.

The smoke that signaled the end of the hunting competition was rising high in the sky. Verum was shocked. He thought it hadnt even been an hour since they started the card game, and now the competition was already over? About five hours seemed to have vanished into thin air.

This eerie, mesmerizing sinister game!

Verum.

Yes, Your Holiness.

Find out whats going on and report back.

What do you mean, Your Holiness?

Usually, accidents happen in crowded places, so its strange that its been quiet until the end.

Observing Laheansi restlessly rolling around on the makeshift bed, Verum thought wandering outside in the chaotic surroundings would be better. Without hesitation, he stood up. Laheansi was the type of person who would bring up a completely unrelated topic like this so Verum gathered even the most useless information.

Sir Hal of the Spindrift Knights tried to catch a squirrel but couldnt because it was too cute. So he tried to catch a fox, but it ended up showing its belly and acting cute, so he also let it go. Then he managed to catch a raccoon, but he felt guilty because he discovered two raccoon babies nearby, and now he seemed to have developed something like depression. Priests heal the wounds of the body but not effective for the wounds of the heart. He truly is a sensitive knight.

Laheansis eyes were slightly open, gazing at the gap in the tents roof that revealed the sky. Dark smoke was spreading over the red sunset.

Upon seeing Verum gathering the cards spread on the blanket, Laheansi quickly sat up pleasedly. Verum muttered, Just one more game, barely maintaining his composure. Hearing this, Laheansi chuckled and nodded.

While observing Laheansi shuffling the cards, Verum added, Oh, by the way, His Highness Ricardis returned to the palace an hour ago. He had urgent matters to attend to.

Laheansis hands, skillfully shuffling the cards with a flashy display reminiscent of someone making a living through gambling, paused momentarily. Hmm not an accident, but an incident, perhaps.

Engrossed in closely monitoring Laheansis actions to ensure he wasnt performing any tricks while shuffling the cards, Verum didnt pay much attention to his words.

No, no! Ricardis voice grew louder. He pressed his fist against his forehead as if trying to squeeze it. Thats not what matters at all. Thats not what I want to know, Rosaline!

Rosaline trembled in surprise. His fierce appearance was unfamiliar. Digging into distant memories, she wondered if she had seen him like this before, but recently, whenever their eyes met, he always smiled. His rigid expression softened, and his lips drew a gentle curve.

When they were alone, he would sometimes call her Rosaline softly. She had known for some time that Ricardis acted differently toward her, which made her happy. It was a time when all his actions were becoming familiar, gradually permeating her being.

As much as she had been happy, the current Ricardis felt unfamiliar and intimidating. It wasnt the fear of him harming her, but simply the fact that he didnt smile when he looked at her. That alone made her heart tremble.

Ricardis lifted his head, which had been facing downward. Sharp, pointed, painful, and fierce emotions swirled within his pupils. Rosalines lips quivered. She felt like she should say something, offer an excuse, but no words came out.

Why is he getting angry? As her body weakened, her thinking became disarrayed as well.

I told you not to get hurt.

Well, I

Rosaline trembled as his voice cut through the air with coldness. Ricardis slowly stood up from his position and approached her on the bed. With each step, the moonlight illuminated a wider area around himhis waist, chest, chin.

Dont trust anyone,

Even his face.

I told you that.

A single tear fell down his beautiful face, illuminated by the moonlight.

Dont trust anyone. Ricardis had repeated those words countless times. Never get hurt. Within those few short words lay immense worries. Rosaline understood, even if only slightly, why Ricardis was so angry.

Despite being told not to trust, she trusted. She returned with a fatal wound despite being told not to get hurt. Perhaps he felt that all his words and concerns had shattered into pieces. They felt meaningless.

It was a wound inflicted from behind. I know it wasnt a result of you fighting and losing against Diechs strength. It was complacency. Trusting him enough to expose your back.

Well, Your Highness Its just that His Highness Diech He saved me, guided me, and even saved Chocolate. He had, he had a request just once Rosaline rambled on, clutching the bedsheets, her trembling hands revealing her true feelings. She was nervous.

With each word and letter, his face contorted in agony. Rosaline couldnt even imagine him lightly holding his forehead with wrinkles and saying No, Rosaline. Dont do it as usual.

But I told you not to trust! Even if the one chasing after you was Calyx or Raymond! Even if it was me, I told you not to trust! The intimidating figure of Ricardis in front of her became blurry. Rosaline hastily wiped away her falling tears with her sleeve. Even with her eyes puffy from crying, Ricardis didnt cease his reprimand. As Macaron said, I dont know everything about you, or what Diech is thinking, or what his intentions are. How can I dare predict what might happen when unknown people gather and events unfold? There are many uncertainties and gaps in plans built upon an uncertain foundation! Its dangerous, its natural to be dangerous! Ricardis, while yelling, as if suppressing something, bit his lip and shed tears while looking elsewhere. He spoke again with disheveled hair, Yet, I let you go because I trusted you. I believed that you would listen to what I said. I believed that you would keep that promise! Rosaline. Sir Rosaline! How could you make me so miserable? How could this happen?