Chapter 70 - I’m Envious (2) (1/2)

Only a moment ago Carlisle was as stiff as a stone, but when the time came he played the role perfectly. The rumor would spread well without any further trouble.

‘If that was a real conversation…’

It felt quite hot under her dress all of a sudden. She tamped down on her fantasies, and then spoke up so the others nearby could hear.

“Your Highness, if you’re thirsty, would you like a glass of wine?”

“Thank you.”

Elena and Carlisle glided away from the table and headed for a relatively emptier area of the ballroom.

“You’re good at this, aren’t you? Everyone believed it. I don’t think there will be much to worry about. “

“…Yes.”

“You truly seemed jealous.”

Carlisle looked at Elena with some incomprehensible expression.

The two continued to move place to place, deliberately making sure they were seen together so the rumors would spread its wings even further.

“I’m going to go to where my sister is–”

She began, but then suddenly froze in place, her words lodged in her throat.

She had caught sight of the back of a familiar figure. Tall, broad shoulders. Male, middle-aged, with an air of strength about him, and his hair, which was white when last she saw of him, was now dark as ash. The man let out a deep laugh, and goosebumps radiated throughout her flesh at the sound. She could imagine his face and shaggy beard without having to face him… His appearance entered her head like a picture.

It was Paveluc, the man Elena had been hunting down for decades to avenge her slaughtered family. Her whole body trembled not with fear, but with fury that had long lain dormant.

‘I cut off his left arm back then…’

Now his arm was in perfect condition.

Dugun dugun dugun dugun.

Elena’s heart began hammering itself against her ribs as Paveluc turned his head. Her purpose in life was revenge. The man she wanted kill was standing right there in front of her.

‘…Pave…luc… ‘

She saw red, as if her blood would burst from her veins. There was nothing more she wanted than to cut his throat on the spot. If Paveluc died now, her dear family would never be in danger again. Elena’s eyes swept around the area, seeking a weapon. She was consumed by only one thought.

‘…Kill him.’

She couldn’t let the opportunity slip by. It would be better for the future to eliminate him right away. Elena’s complexion whitened as she gradually lost her reason.

“–My Lady.”

She heard a voice calling out to her. Elena blinked dazedly to the direction of the voice.

“Elena!”

The sound of someone calling her name yanked her to her senses. Carlisle was looking down at her with grave concern.

“What’s the matter?”

“…Nothing.”

She shook her head, wiping the cold sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand.