At that time, Crown Prince Gueuze sought to satisfy his lust rather than kill Carynne. And further, he was more focused on killing Prince Lewis.
However, the current Gueuze seemed to have no idea who she was. The reason Carynne and Isella ended up here was sheer bad luck. Unlike before, he saw Carynne as just another material for his work. He calmly prepared for his task without excitement.
âIâll figure out who you are slowly.â
Crown Prince Gueuze tapped Carynneâs head lightly, smiling slightly.
âIâve been very frustrated lately because I havenât been able to enjoy my hobbies. And your face⦠itâs quite to my liking.â
Crown Prince Gueuzeâs eyes gleamed.
Carynne spoke up.
âI suppose so. I look just like my mother.â
âIs that so? You have to thank your mother then. Iâll carve your face off.â
Crown Prince Gueuze seemed in a hurry.
Carynne blinked slowly.
âMy mother spoke a lot about you, Your Highness.â
ââ¦Who is your mother?â
âCatherine Nora Enide.â
Crown Prince Gueuze stood up.
His face twisted strangely. It was a name he hadnât expected at all.
ââ¦What a coincidence.â
âIt is, isnât it?â
Crown Prince Gueuze covered his mouth.
He paced around the room, trying to calm his thoughts and excitement. Though he covered his mouth, it was clear he was grinning widely behind his fingers. He looked extremely delighted. Small chuckles could be heard.
âI have a lot to say⦠Catherine, Catherine. Yes, itâs been seventeen years⦠This is delightful. Ha, haha.
How amusing.â
âYes. My mother, sheâ¦â
Carynne desperately tried to remember anything about Catherine. She needed to think of something to divert Crown Prince Gueuzeâs attention. What had Catherine said about him?
But nothing significant came to Carynneâs mind. While she was pondering, Crown Prince Gueuze stood in front of her, waiting.
âWhat did Catherine say about me?â
âIf you want to hear more, I have a condition.â
âSorry, but I have no intention of letting you go.â
âI expected that.â
Carynne nodded.
The only difference she could bargain for was between dying now or staying alive a bit longer. Crown Prince Gueuze wouldnât let her go.
âPlease spare this woman instead of me.â
âThatâs not possible either.â
Carynne bowed her head.
âThen I wonât say a word about my mother.â
âThere are many ways to get answers from people.â
Crown Prince Gueuze whispered as he brought a dagger close to Carynne. The fabric near her chest was sliced like paper by the sharp blade. Her cleavage was exposed, and a trickle of blood ran down. It stung. Carynne frowned and spoke.
âI donât expect to live, but Iâm not afraid of dying either. I know I wonât get out of here alive.â
Carynne took a deep breath.
Letâs think carefully. The previous Crown Prince Gueuze had once said, âI wonder if you also think youâre too old.â
Also, he said. Carynne recalled his words. Catherine must have told Crown Prince Gueuze that she could live again.
âDidnât my mother ever talk about living again?â
ââ¦â¦â
âYou probably didnât believe her.â
Crown Prince Gueuze fell silent.
His excitement subsided, and his expression twisted. Carynne looked up at his face.
âDonât you think my mother refused you because she wasnât afraid of death? My mother and I arenât afraid of such things.â
She dared to refuse a royal proposal.
If a man was strong or wealthy, a woman refusing his affection often faced danger. The love professed by men with a need to show off often came with violence.
For someone like Crown Prince Gueuze, it wouldnât be surprising if he had killed both Catherine and her child for daring to refuse him. But in the end, he had allowed Catherine to marry and have a child. He didnât kill her after all.
âIn this life, I am prepared to end my days in this room. But please listen to this. Just throw this woman back where she came from.â
âI think having an ally would also benefit you.â
âI donât want to share my motherâs story with anyone else.â
And Carynne looked up at him with slightly teary eyes.
âTo be honest, I am quite ashamed.â
ââ¦Ha.â
âYou wouldnât treat me like a daughter, would you?â
âStruggle all you want.â
Crown Prince Gueuze pressed on the wound he had made on her chest. Carynne let out a faint groan. The pain flared up. She could feel Isella trembling behind her.
âI know the girl behind you is awake.â
ââ¦â¦â
âHeh, haha.â
Only then did Carynne realize that Isella was not pretending to sleep properly. Despite being told to feign unconsciousness.
* * *
Zion scratched his head in contemplation.
âIt seems like sheâs pregnant, doesnât it?â
Isella hadnât said it directly, but Zion Electra, who had lived a life loved by many women, could easily guess the situation with a little thought. The fact Isella couldnât speak about Carynne was easy to deduce.
They had gone to the hospital together, and Isella had been worried about not being able to tell her the examination results. The words Isella almost said before denying them. Zion guessed that Carynne was pregnant. There was no other reason for Carynne to have a condition she couldnât easily disclose to others.
The problem was what to do next. Should he tell Raymond or not? Whether Carynne was pregnant or not didnât concern Zion much. Speaking about it would only create nasty gossip.
But Zion scratched his head, troubled by the fact that the presumed father was his close friend, Raymond. Would it be better to tell Raymond in advance? Isellaâs worry had transferred to him, but he couldnât find an answer either.
Maybe Raymond already knew.
If so, his recent actions made sense.
Raymondâs reluctance towards Isella, his care for the penniless Carynne, his awkwardness in front of her, his hasty retirement from the military, and his unprecedented emotional fluctuations could all be explained by that.
But the idea that Raymond had touched a woman he wasnât married to, and even got her pregnant, was hard for him to accept. Especially since it was someone like Carynne. Though poor, she was still a noble lady.
Zion was worried that if he acted as if he knew first, he would get entangled in troublesome affairs. For now, it was important to see Carynneâs reaction after Isella spoke to her. He had come to ask about it, butâ¦
Isella was nowhere to be seen.
âWhere on earth did she go?â
Zion had been lingering around the Grand Cathedral where Isella and Carynne were staying since early on, but neither of them had come out yet. Priests came and went, but he didnât want to face those who didnât approve of him flirting openly with Isella.
âDid the conversation not go well?â
He thought Isella would definitely tell him the result.
âPardon me, Reverend.â
Eventually, Zion stopped a passing priest to ask about Isella.
âExcuse me, I would like to see Miss Isella Evans, who is staying at the cathedral. Could you call her for me?â
ââ¦How should I know that?â
The priestâs expression looked slightly annoyed.
âHow far are we responsible for Miss Isellaâs behavior?â
ââ¦Iâm not sure what you meanâ¦â
âWe have repeatedly advised her about the curfew. What can we say to someone who doesnât attend worship or volunteer at all?â
The priest was clearly averse to getting involved in personal disputes.