Even though she begged, she felt a sense of bewilderment. Tessa had no choice but to act like this, she was so distressed that she was horrified. What was she even talking about? Did she really have the right to let go of this child? But all that came out of her mouth was begging for the drug.

“Madam, please don’t be like this. It’s a baby that came to you against all difficulties. Let’s think about it some more—”

“No… Please, Doctor…”

Kennis grabbed the panic-stricken Tessa and tried to calm her down, but Tessa continued to shake her head and beg for medicine.

“Hiic, n-no… I can’t give birth to this child… please…”

“Madam? Madam!”

At one point, Tessa felt her vision spin. In the distance, misfortune opened its mouth as if it were about to swallow her.

No, no! Tessa saw it and, in fright, struggled haphazardly. Please stop. Please…! But the misfortune that had been in her dreams had now become a reality and roamed around her, targeting Tessa.

Look, what did I say? I told you to stop.

Bear with it alone.

Misfortune came over Tessa, grinning and opening its mouth even wider. The deep darkness illuminated and overflowed. Tessa realized that misfortune was trying to eat everything it could. She will never escape this misery until she dies.

Otherwise she’ll ruin everything she loves.

* * *

Under the gloomy sky, a red flag bearing a lion and shield fluttered in the rough wind. Hert stood on the watchtower and looked over at the army with a raised black flag.

After he appeared on the outer wall, there were only a few unnecessary wars of attrition, and nothing has happened with the other side. Hert brooded over his thoughts as he weighed the tactics of the enemy commander who didn’t even reveal his true face.

‘Are they going to tighten us up slowly?’

Fortresses built on flat grounds were vulnerable to a siege. In general, these fortresses could be seen as more symbolic than fortifications. It was also a type that can be easily seen in areas where it is easy to accumulate wealth by farming with fertile land and abundant water.

In particular, the place where Jutert castle was located was inland, and above and below there were margraves who had been firmly defending against foreign invasion for the past few hundred years. It means that it would be affected less even if a war between countries were to break out. Perhaps, in return for supplying food, they received protection from those around them, and they had only encountered the theory of war at the surface.

That’s why Hert was able to easily capture the fortress last time and destroy them. It was built large and wide, as if to show off the majesty of the family, but its function as a fortress was far behind. It was no different from a good-looking hound.

Eventually, Hert furrowed his brow. He seemed to be able to catch a glimpse of the other person’s intentions.

‘It’s like they’re relaxed.’

This fortress was not suitable for warfare against a siege. They were accurately grasping the problems of the Jutert Castle. Especially since he has already experienced that problem once, he would have known it. Therefore, it was Hert who had the most unfavorable conditions in this situation.

Hert was a knight more inclined to attack than defense, and was more suited to guerrilla warfare than siege warfare. The reason Marquis Borwen accepted Hert in the first place was because she needed a hunting dog that would move actively. She judged that Hert was not a good guard dog.

‘Maybe they’re trying to negotiate by choking us.’

Hert was also well aware of his handicap. Currently, the number of soldiers he could use was limited compared to his opponent, and the Jutert Castle was at a disadvantage for defensive methods. It was impossible to hold out for long.

Of course, they could hold out as long as possible, but that would increase the damage to civilians, not soldiers. In a situation where there were not only soldiers, but also some villagers and Tessa, who he had to protect, he didn’t have the leisure to have done that.

The soldiers had been trained, so they’d be able to get by. However, the civilians wouldn’t.

Perhaps the enemy commander was aiming for this exact situation. Using the fact that there are ordinary people in the castle, Hert was forced to make a choice.

Either abandon the castle and run away, or hold his ground see it through to the end here.

But instead of worrying, Hert snorted.

Damn it. Do they think it will work out the way they want it to be?

There was one thing the enemy overlooked. They focused only on this place and did not see the essential problem. Who was it that sent Hert here in the first place? Even thinking about that, they would have put off throwing such an irrational plan. Well, even so, Hert had no intention of letting them go.

Exceptional circumstances could always come, and that small crack sometimes determined victory.

‘Even so, why…’

Why was he feeling anxious all of a sudden?

Hert looked up at the sky. Two crows were cawing and flying.

The ghastly cry made Hert’s back stiffen and gave him goosebumps. It was a sinking, ominous feeling that he had never experienced even in the past, even when he was completely surrounded by countless deaths.

He was not quite as anxious as he was on the battlefield, even when a knife grazed his throat, leaving a long scar.

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“Damn it.”

He suppressed his curse and glared at the direction the crows were flying. Suddenly, the crows were heading towards the castle where Tessa was.

For some reason, Hert could not stand the urge. He pulled the bow and arrow of a nearby soldier and shot the flying crow. The crow fell down without making a single sound.

When Hert was about to adjust to the other crows who were surprised by this and flew higher, a knight hurriedly called him and jumped up on the watchtower.

Whoosh—

At a moment’s touch, the arrow flew far away without hitting the crow.

* * *

On the marble floor shining as white as snow, a man knelt down and prayed. Someone slowly approached the man from behind.

“Cardinal.”

The man slowly opened his eyes at the voice calling him. A glimpse of the person who came to him was reflected on the shiny marble floor. A golden thread was neatly embroidered on the white knight’s uniform.

“So the time is up already.”

“Yes. Please give us your order.”

When the cardinal rose from his seat, the knight who came to him this time got down on one knee, raised his arm, and bowed his head. The man’s black shoe nose approached the knight. And then, before long, a resolute voice rang through the room.

“I gave you my command. Judge the sinners.”

The cardinal put his hand lightly on the knight’s shoulder and said so.

“I shall heed your order.”

“May God’s blessings be with you.”

The knight got up, greeted the man, and then disappeared out of the room. The cardinal, who was looking at the knight’s back, looked back. Marquis Borwen was standing.

“Are you leaving now?”

The cardinal opened his mouth calmly as he faced Marquis Borwen. The Marquis put on a hood while checking for signs outside the room.

“Yes, I have to move. Because everyone has a job to do.”

“…Let me join—”

“No. You know, there’s a place you need to go.”

“I am still worried.”

“What are you worried about? It will be one of the two again this time. Either die or come back alive.”

The cardinal let out a small sigh in a cheerful tone that was discussing her life. But Beatrice didn’t care at all. Because these things were normal for her.

“You have to do it right. If you don’t want to hear resentment later, you’d better hurry.”

“Of course.”

“I wish you knew.”

Hearing the cardinal’s words, Beatrice snorted, pulled out a piece of paper from her inner coat pocket and threw it at him. And she moved her body to go back the way she came. What caught her was the cardinal’s voice, as if he still had regrets.

“Are you really going to be alright?”

“I’m okay. Maybe he needs it more than I do.”

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