How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending - Chapter 68.2
[Proceed with Related Event? (3/3)] Y/N
“Related event, huh…”
We had successfully rescued the precious prince… 13th Prince Safrah, along with the other prisoners, and even gained the trust of the Sar imperial family. It seemed as if we had obtained everything this island had to offer. Yet the system had indicated from the start of the 13th Prince event that there would be another ‘related event.’
While wondering what could happen next, one thing came to mind when we arrived at the island and saw the salt fields. It seemed the system intended for me to handle an episode that the adult Constantine would face twenty or so years later.
‘Then proceed with the related event…’
Just as I quietly prepared to answer the system in my mind, a sharp, metallic voice pierced my ears.
“What are you all doing standing there idly? How long do you plan to stay on this filthy island? I do not even want to breathe here anymore! Bring me to the palace at once!”
“…”
He seemed displeased with the delay caused by freeing and supporting the captured prisoners. The precious prince… no, Prince Safrah, clenched his fists tightly, his face flushed red and blue as he shouted.
“And those wretched pirate vermin! Execute them all immediately! Hang them, throw them into the sea! Huh, can’t you move faster? Did I not command it?”
Gehardt, who had been watching Safrah gape in shock, slowly cooled his gaze.
Sir Johannes stepped back, silently averting his eyes from the prince. Tristan, who had been quietly observing Safrah, then asked another question.
“Your Highness. Are there any civilian prisoners elsewhere on this island besides the salt fields?”
Safrah waved his hand lazily as if annoyed, giving a face that said, “What are you talking about?”
“I don’t care. Where would there even be time to care for those vermin? I refuse to stay another moment in this disgusting place. Put me on this ship immediately, at once!”
The system certainly had foresight. My fists had been twitching since earlier. Tristan seemed to notice my discomfort, glancing at me briefly and lightly gripping my wrist beneath his cloak.
Even Tristan’s hand was trembling. After carrying only the adorable softling around, facing this unexpected time bomb seemed to make his anger rise in real time.
“…Then that means there must be other prisoners still remaining somewhere.”
“Are your ears blocked? How can you not hear me? I said I have no time to deal with insect-like things!”
Once trembling and stammering, Safrah was now rampaging with relentless energy. Tristan, who had been quietly looking down at the boy, suddenly spun on his heel.
“Bring the prince to the fleet.”
After a brief hesitation, he added a short order and then began walking swiftly toward the interior of the island.
“Gehardt. Prepare a cabin on the Third Fleet and attend to him until we reach Ashurana.”
“What? Me? Y-Your Highness. This is too much… Your Highness, Your Highness…”
The intention was clearly not to bring Gehardt aboard the flagship. The unfortunate Gehardt, suddenly assigned a ticking bomb, twisted his face into a grimace and pouted.
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Beyond the dense underbrush and scattered boulders on the northwest side of the island, a narrow path opened up. This location had been discovered through information extracted from the captured pirates. It was said that the elderly, weak, or those too sick to work in the salt fields were confined somewhere nearby.
“Th-there, Your Highness. Behind that rock, th-there is a cave… inside there…”
The pirate guide, pointing with trembling hands, indicated a dark hollow beneath a rock wall. Following him, we cautiously entered the cave.
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