How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending - Chapter 25.2
Stamina: 56 Agility: 63 Strength: 49 Intelligence: 71 Charisma: 87 Notoriety: 29 Traits: ‘Dominant Alpha’, ‘Trash Car’, ‘Used and Discarded’, ‘Psychopath’, ‘Backstabber’, ‘Red Mark’, ‘Two Shadows’ Keywords: #MainVillain #TrashPrince #NoRegret Having grown up as a bastard born of the Emperor’s consort, Everett was able to gain recognition as a prince using the wealth and political influence of the Elsworth Viscountcy. But now, you are no longer needed. If you continue to adore Everett, all that awaits you is a backstab and a gruesome end. Make a wise choice! ♥
Look at this, look at this.
In the original story, even though it was Tristan who ultimately executed Ruellin, it was Everett who relentlessly cornered Ruellin until it came to that. In other words, Everett was the number one villain to avoid.
Even without the system giving this friendly advice, I had no intention of ‘adoring’ Everett. First of all, his appearance was bad. I just wanted him to shut his mouth and leave quickly.
“Are you not busy? Let’s continue on our way.”
“What did you say?”
As if surprised, one of Everett’s eyebrows raised slightly. A flicker of interest passed through his glossy brown eyes.
“You cannot surpass the prince’s fleet. So, please park… I mean, dock first.”
“……”
Even though the Crown Prince is aboard, using Constantine as a shield did not seem advantageous. I waved my hand to indicate letting them have the dock and end this situation quickly. Just as I turned to walk away, Tristan’s expression caught my eye, and it was serious.
His face was rigid, and a murderous aura hung about him. I could feel the uncontrollable emotions churning deep in his blue eyes. His hand, gripping the sword sheath at his waist, trembled slightly. I tensed and instinctively laid my hand over his.
“……Ruellin?”
Tristan looked at me with surprised eyes. Thankfully, the tension in his hand gradually relaxed.
“What is… the matter, Your Highness?”
At that moment, a strange voice echoed over the deck. Despite its refined tone, it carried a strange authority, a coldness.
From behind Everett, a man slowly ascended the stairs from the flagship’s cabin. He approached Everett and quietly addressed him.
“……Count.”
Everett lightly nodded in response.
The man’s hair fluttered in the sea breeze, catching the sunlight. His silver-white hair, with a cold bluish tint, gleamed brilliantly, immediately drawing attention. His shoulders, clad in a luxurious coat, were broad and firm despite his middle-aged stature.
His expression had been polite and restrained the entire time, but when his gaze fell on us, a flash of undisguised displeasure crossed his face.
“I greet Your Grace the Grand Duke and His Highness the Grand Consort.”
His serious voice trembled slightly at the corners of his mouth. I did not need to hear his name to know who he was.
The admiral of the Dearsby privateering fleet, who had built his wealth through officially sanctioned piracy under the Emperor’s trust.
Count Dearsby.
I gave him a slight nod, then gestured at the first mate, who looked anxiously at me with a pale face.
“Move the ships back!”
The first mate, understanding the signal, acted immediately.
As our fleet slowly pulled away from the dock, Everett’s face receded into the distance. His expression, as he looked at me, seemed troubled and frowning.
Only after the Dearsby fleet completely disappeared from view did I finally exhale deeply. Looking down, I saw young Constantine trembling as he held onto my leg tightly. I quickly bent down and scooped him into my arms.
“It’s alright, Your Highness. Nothing happened. I… the Grand Duke will be by your side, so do not worry.”
I wanted to shout at him to trust me alone, but it seemed useless, so I hurriedly mumbled it instead. Tristan, stronger and skilled in martial arts, was far more reliable than my fragile self. When I smiled reassuringly, Constantine, with teary eyes, finally nodded slightly.
Tristan’s gaze, watching me soothe the child, was heavy and complicated.
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