How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending - Chapter 126.1
Because it was an area the flames had not reached as much, there were not many traces of the fire. However, dense bushes and piles of stones frequently blocked our path.
“Wait. Stop.”
When we reached near the bottom of the cliff, Tristan suddenly stopped walking and lowered his body.
A strangely shaped crevice was revealed between the gaps of the collapsed stone wall. The feeling was odd, so when I examined it closely, it did not seem like a simple crack.
Gerhardt knelt on one knee and placed both hands on the stone wall. At first, it did not budge, but as he put his strength into pushing it, the massive pile of stones twitched little by little.
“No, my lord. It seems this must have been the entrance!”
Gerhardt shouted as if excited. However, surprisingly, even Gerhardt, who had the most physical strength among the Hezekia knights, could not push the stone wall completely away. A dark look crossed the face of Lord Mildred, who was watching.
“It does not seem to be a simple secret room. Seeing that it was made so difficult to enter, it does not seem to be for storing goods… perhaps it could be something like a secret place of confinement.”
“Perhaps someone is trapped inside.”
Tristan, who replied as if to himself, gestured with his chin toward Gerhardt. Gerhardt stepped back, feeling embarrassed, and gave up the space.
Tristan stepped forward to the front of the stone wall without a word. He reached out, placed his hands on the stone, and took a slow breath. Then, he began to push the stone wall.
Even then, the stone door did not budge. However, Tristan’s expression did not change. The sleeves covering his long arms fluttered minutely according to his movements. From the ends of his broad shoulders to his fingertips, strength was gradually applied, and his muscles stiffened.
Clear tendons stood out beneath his white, clean neck line. Before long, the stone wall began to move slowly. The floor was scraped slowly, raising sandy dust. Stone powder scattered lightly over Tristan’s black hair.
Finally, the large chunk of stone was pushed back, and the hidden entrance appeared. Tristan removed his hands only then, steadied his breath for a moment, and lowered his arms.
“Let us enter.”
At his calm remark, Gerhardt, who had been staring blankly at the stone door, hurriedly came to his senses. Lord Mildred, who had widened his eyes, flinched and cleared his throat.
I shrugged my shoulders slightly and stepped into the stone door confidently. I felt triumphant, thinking I should say a word that everyone needs to train more when we return to Hezekia.
“Where are you going alone? You are coming with me.”
“Uh…”
That was before I was grabbed by the waist by Tristan and carried off behind him.
Naturally, I was the one among them who needed physical training the most.
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Lord Mildred and Gerhardt took torches and stepped into the darkness, taking the lead.
Tristan gripped his sword in one hand, while with the other, he held my waist tight, never letting his guard down. As we passed through the narrow, damp underground stairs and descended one floor, then two, my heartbeat raced even faster.
When we stepped down the last flight of stairs and arrived on the lower floor, a firmly closed iron door appeared. Gerhardt stepped forward and smashed the lock with his sword. And when he pushed it hard, the rusty door opened heavily with a stiff sound.
The space that appeared was decorated plausibly like the reception room of a noble family. However, because no light entered at all and only a few dim torches were installed, it was cold and gloomy. A smell like old mold came from the walls, which were damp with moisture.
We moved our steps cautiously and examined the dark interior. We were carefully looking around and heading forward as if exploring.
“Over there, someone collapsed.”
Lord Mildred shouted sharply. Everyone’s gaze turned to the point he was indicating.
On the cold stone floor, a man was lying face down, powerless. His half-exposed cheek was pale as if it had never seen sunlight, and his hanging limbs looked brittle, dried up, and thin as if they would break.
However, the first thing that entered my sight was his hair. The moment I confirmed that, I froze in shock.
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