Married To The Enemy Kingdom's Illegitimate Prince-Chapter 67 — Under The Rain (1)

As the carriage rode along the paved road, shaking due to the rain, Cynthia sat inside, looking through the glass window. The scenery was blurred by the heavy rain, making it impossible to see anything beyond the drops of water.

"Stop the carriage," she ordered.

"Y-yes?" The horseman stuttered, surprised by her sudden command.

"I said, stop the carriage," Cynthia repeated in an annoyed tone.

The driver halted the carriage, still unable to comprehend the reason behind her odd order.

Upon hearing the creaking sound of the carriage door, he gasped, turning around to see her stepping outside.

"Your Highness! You mustn’t! It’s raining and you will fall sick!"

"Just stay in here, will you? I’ll be back soon." She grinned as she reached the front where the horseman was seated, his anxiousness evident from his complexion.

The man was unable to say another word. The grand duchess began walking away and stood beside the road.

Cynthia let the heavy downpour drench her clothes, the cold water sending shivers down her spine. The sight of those women had boiled her anger. And why wouldn’t it? Most of the ladies there were the very same ones who took part in ruining her life, and the worst of all—the host—Countess Gionhard.

She thought she had everything planned. She was certain her revenge would be perfect, yet when she arrived in Selvarys, nothing seemed to be going her way. Everything was merely drifting away from her original plan. She never intended to let herself be swayed by Lucian once again, nor by those nobles who merely watched her being harmed and took entertainment from it.

She believed she knew exactly who she wanted to ruin, but the list seemed to be longer than she remembered. The memories wouldn’t stop flashing before her eyes as time passed, and she met people who knew her in her past life, triggering memories she hadn’t dreamed of.

Inhaling deeply, she tried to make a list of the people she needed to take revenge on.

King Valerian. Queen Izabella. The Crown Prince, Countess Gionhard, Elene, Elise, Duke Ramsel, the servants... Lucian.

She sighed, the names escaping her mind. There were more than she had believed. Yet, she hadn’t succeeded in taking revenge on any of them yet. She had merely been wasting her time for the past six months.

Seeing a white spark of lightning, Cynthia scoffed, recalling the flickering light of her magical powers.

Right. I’ve been wasting time on those things too. I don’t even need them... but it was a good excuse to be close to Lucian. And I’ve even gained his trust. So, perhaps I haven’t been completely wasting my time. And... revenge tastes sweeter when you take your time and slowly ruin them, right?

She chuckled, looking up at the gloomy sky.

Hearing the sound of a groan, Cynthia quickly turned back. Seeing the sight of men dressed in dark clothes, their heads and faces hidden, with only their eyes showing, Cynthia shook her head in disbelief.

"Thieves, huh, Countess Darmon?"

She looked around, searching for a place to hide. She hadn’t brought her sword with her, and she couldn’t fight those muscular men alone. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Seeing a large trunk of trees, she sneaked behind it, slowly looking back to make sure they hadn’t noticed her presence.

"Where is the noble you’re serving?" one of the thieves demanded, holding his knife against the horseman’s neck.

"I-I don’t know," he stammered, the blade cutting through his skin as a drop of red blood slipped against the knife.

Cynthia, who could hear their conversation, was baffled by their behavior. They were going as far as threatening the coachman!

They aren’t normal thieves...

As she mused, she felt a light pat on her shoulder, a strange warm sensation against her drenched cold clothes.

She didn’t flinch and simply turned to face the man dressed in black standing beside her.

"Are you the lady who was inside that carriage?" the man demanded, his strangely quiet voice cutting through the rain.

"Do I look like I could be some noble? If I had a carriage, why would I bother walking in this weather late at night despite being a woman?" Cynthia retorted, leaving the man speechless. Her words made sense. Noble ladies weren’t the kind who would bother to walk. They were dependent on magic, on carriages—anything that could make their lives easier.

It seems like he’s believing those lies. Well... I used to get interrogated often in Eldoria because everyone kept forgetting that I was a princess and not a servant. At least it’s serving some purpose in this life.

Cynthia let out a soft sigh, covering her mouth to make sure the thief wouldn’t notice her more relaxed expression now.

"But your dress, Miss..." the man lightly patted her shoulder, squeezing it in his tight grip.

"The lady I work for gave it to me."

"Where do you work? Why don’t I give you a ride? We have magic powers, you see," the man said, snapping his fingers as fire lit up in the palm of his hand.

"You have magic?" Cynthia grinned, trying to act surprised.

"It’s common... do you not have any?"

The silver-haired young lady shook her head.

"You do have... uncommon traits." The man held a lock of her hair in his hand, looking into her violet eyes. "Are you perhaps of mixed blood?"

"Why do you ask?" Cynthia raised an eyebrow, pushing the man’s hands away from her. She tried to bear it because she didn’t want to fight them; however, she hated being touched.

"Hmmm..." the man hummed for a moment before parting his lips. "Me and my men are."

"Mixed blood," Cynthia mumbled.

Mixed bloods were often referred to as shape-shifting people. They were humans blessed with animalistic powers along with magic attributed to each of them. However, because of the united forces of every kingdom, kings who feared the unknown capabilities of half-breeds had them wiped out—or so people believed. It was a must to keep their identity secret.

As Cynthia looked at the man, a sense of tempting urge rose within her. She could ’use’ these men to her advantage—for her revenge. However, they seemed to harbor hate for nobles, and if she were to disclose her identity as the Grand Duchess, the Princess of Eldoria, whom everyone in Selvarys loathed, her life could be in danger.

"Arlot," she thought.

"Miss?" The man waved his hand in front of Cynthia to get her attention.

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