May Every Wound Be Fatal - Chapter 18.2
“What did he look like?”
“Pardon?”
“What did that servant child look like? How old did he seem?”
Only then did the knight realize why the Queen was asking about the boy. His expression grew serious. He did not think that a young child could have handed over poison, but since the question came from the Queen, he chose his words carefully.
“…Your Majesty. There are over a hundred young errand servants in this castle.”
“Still, if I see his face again, I should be able to find him, right?”
The knight glanced nervously at Lyman, then finally nodded.
Aellin, the maid, watched the scene with worried eyes.
***
However, no news came of the young servant being found.
Reyna realized that the knights had not even tried to look for the child.
No one seemed interested in finding the one who had killed Karla.
Everyone lamented Karla’s death, yet they forgot her existence too quickly. Reyna could not bear this reality.
But as a Queen accused of involvement in treason and confined, she had no power. Without the King’s permission, she could not even leave the palace.
Her insomnia worsened day by day. Her eyes throbbed, yet she would not close them. If she did, Karla’s body, soaked in blood, would appear before her.
Eventually, Reyna rose from her bed and flung open the window. The cool night air rushed in, and for a moment, her blocked breath was released.
She gasped uncontrollably, and when she suddenly sensed a presence behind her, she was startled beyond measure.
“…….”
Spinning around, Reyna was too shocked to scream and clutched her chest.
In the center of the bedroom stood a young child. From his attire, he seemed to be a servant.
‘…Could it be.’
The moment Reyna realized the boy’s identity, he quietly placed a small finger over his lips as if signaling her to stay silent. Before she could react, he quickly turned and trotted away.
He stopped in a corner of the room in front of a bas-relief depicting a scene from mythology.
It was not a very noticeable spot in the lavishly decorated room, but when the boy pressed the wall, it slid silently, revealing a dark passage barely wide enough for an adult to pass through.
Even Reyna, who had been the mistress of the castle for five years, had never known this secret passage.
Clearly, not just anyone could know about it.
Then how did this young servant know of it?
Reyna had a vague sense of who might be commanding the child.
As if under some spell, she followed the young servant into the darkness.
The passage, where even a faint candle could not reach, was full of dampness and cold.
The low ceiling hung close overhead, threatening to strike anyone who did not stoop, and the floor was cold and uneven stone.
A small window pierced one wall, but it was covered by an old iron grate, showing only the darkness outside.
The young servant clearly knew the passage well, having traversed it many times, and led the way without hesitation.
Reyna trailed closely, feeling the wall with her fingertips.
After descending the stairs for a long while and then climbing slightly, they emerged through a small door above.
At first, Reyna wondered where they were. It seemed like a forest, and for a moment, she feared they had left the castle without realizing it.
Then she recognized the surroundings.
Surprisingly, they were in the middle of the King’s garden.
Reyna felt pure shock and looked around in a daze.
At that moment, the young servant ran off somewhere.
Instinctively turning her head to follow, she saw someone emerge from under a dark shadow.
Her expectations were correct.
The young servant’s master was Priscilla, Elizer’s sister-in-law.
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