How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending - Chapter 111.2
At my reprimand, Gerhardt flinched as if startled, shrinking his shoulders, and stealthily scrutinized Tristan’s reaction. Tristan’s gaze was still sharply sunken, and his voice was also much lower and colder than usual.
“Ern. What on earth is the reason for you to come directly to a place like this yourself?”
Glancing at Tristan, who was questioning me while calling me by my alias, I hesitantly opened my mouth.
“……Information must be bought directly by the person themselves. It is the rule of the back alleys.”
A look of doubt flashed in Tristan’s eyes. As if guiding him to the back alleys of the Imperial Castle were not enough, I even thoroughly understood the dynamics of the back alleys. Even thinking about it myself, it was enough to cause suspicion. Becoming a bit embarrassed, I scratched my cheek.
“How do you…… do you know such a thing?”
“That is……”
I could not say that I read it in the original work. Naturally shrugging my shoulders, I let out a faint laugh.
“Before being adopted, I experienced many different things.”
“……”
“……”
With that single statement, the lips of Tristan and Gerhardt closed simultaneously.
In truth, I wasn’t even the original Ruellin, and even that ‘Ruellin’ had probably just grown up somewhat poorly in a countryside village before being adopted (presumably). Even so, life before adoption served as an excellent excuse in many ways. Tristan and Gerhardt both lost their words as an earthquake broke out in their pupils whenever I brought up that time, as if they thought they had touched upon a painful wound.
In the end, everyone shut their mouths in unison like good friends and stepped into an even more secluded alley.
As we stepped inside, several men attached themselves to our rear. Tristan hardened his expression with a cold face, and Gerhardt rolled his eyes sharply while resting his hand upon the sheath of the sword fastened to his waist. At that, the men who had hidden their bodies in the darkness revealed themselves one by one.
A man with a deep blade scar carved into his face stepped forward to block our path. A rough and threatening gaze flashed blatantly toward us.
“You do not possess the faces to be entering and exiting a place like this…… Surely you aren’t trying to sell off the Omega there. What is your business?”
Clink—.
The moment Tristan gritted his teeth and tried to draw his sword, I tightly grabbed his elbow and hurriedly spat out the password toward the man.
“The light was still turned on in the southern warehouse.”
A look of astonishment spread across the faces of those holding their ground behind the alley. The scarred man’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and a thick voice caught the words.
“The one where the light went out was the third window.”
“However, the key will always be hanging on the fourth wall.”
“……You are a guest of the fourth wall.”
The man who verified the password scanned us thoroughly as if he had seen something marvelous. Not to mention the back alley men, the startled gazes of Tristan and Gerhardt also turned toward me simultaneously, but I stepped forward while trying my best to act indifferent.
……In truth, I was inwardly anxious and fretting that it might not work.
Although I had verified it in the original work, I was prepared for the fact that because the timing was different, the password could also be different. That was why I had accompanied Tristan and Gerhardt, who could handle a place like the back alleys without much difficulty.
Still, it was a relief that the matter was resolved easily. Because if we demanded information after completely wiping out the back alleys, it would likely be difficult for a proper report to return.
‘Kongtteok was put through a lot of hardships. Staying in a place like this for several years.’
Following the guidance of the scarred man, we moved our steps to an even more secluded spot. As I thoroughly scanned the appearance of the streets while doing so, I could not help but feel a complicated emotion.
In the original work, Constantine undergoes all sorts of hardships after fleeing from Hezekia as if being chased away. Because he had truly lost all foundation and was even pursued by Everett’s faction, he had to stay for the first while with his breath bated, unable to even make a sound. The place he had drifted through back then was precisely these back alleys.
No one would have thought that the noble Imperial Grandson would rely on the back alleys to hide his body. Thanks to that, Constantine was able to recover his body safely and prepare to establish a new foundation.
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