I Won’t Accept Your Regrets

Marquis Sios hesitated at such a decisive statement.

But, having thought about it, he suddenly came to his senses, because he didn’t come to please the Emperor.

Until this time, the Emperor didn’t show any feelings for him at all.

But his new look at the Marquis seemed to separate his head from his neck.

As if he wanted to say that if you cross the line one step further, you will immediately lose your head off.

The Emperor's confidence was lost.

Unable to refute Lisa's words, he sluggishly moved his lips:

"But what to do now?"

Marquis rubbed his chin and thought, but the insight passed him by.

"Father, I have an idea."

"What?"

"But there is a condition…"

"What is the condition?"

"If I manage to protect our family tomorrow, in the future all our affairs will be conducted at my command."

That was the reason she kept sitting and watching her father fail.

To deprive him of his resolve and leave him with no other way out.

"Don’t be like this…"

"Then tomorrow you will lose everything," Lisa said coldly. "Although I am Edmund's mother… His Majesty won’t take care of your life."

At that moment, emotions were completely absent in Lisa's eyes.

But then suddenly her green eyes, just like those of the marquis, flashed with anger.

"You tell me please, why the Emperor postponed the trial? His Majesty is no longer with us. We are in the minority at the trial."

The Marquis bit his lip tightly.

What will happen if the Emperor really sniffed out everything? If tomorrow the truth is revealed… He won't let him carry his head.

Now Raymond's reign is peaceful, but everyone remembers how cruel the Emperor was while climbing the throne.

Sios was forced to listen to Lisa's opinion.

"What's your plan?"

"You will know tomorrow. In the meantime, sleep well, father."

Having received what she wanted, Lisa smiled and left the office.

The moment the office door slammed shut, the smile blew off her face.

"Ellie."

Lisa said a name that she didn’t want to remember, but she couldn’t forget.

The expression on her face that Lisa had seen the last time they met came to mind. A face that is relieved, as if it was over.

The lightness and freedom felt on that face turned Lisa inside out.

She hoped she would never see Ellie, but she knew she would meet her again.

"Lily."

"Yes Milady."

Lily with her gray hair is obviously a servant.

"Give the letter to Count Barten."

"Yes Milady."

Lily quickly left the mansion without making a fuss.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

Lisa muttered slowly under her breath and stepped forward.

* * *

The day of the trial of Duke Croft.

I have been busy since the morning.

"Ellie. How about this one?"

Helen helped me with my wardrobe. The dress in her hands was dark green, which set up a serious atmosphere.

"I'll choose it. And don't make my hairstyles and makeup too bright today. "

"Yes."

Helen brought my order with brisk movements.

She straightened hair with an elegant silver hairpin instead of gold, and smiled as she looked at me in the mirror.

"Wow… You are so beautiful. I didn't think I would see Ellie's real face again."

"Yeah… I've forgotten myself so much."

I looked at myself in the mirror.

Purple eyes and white skin like my father's.

Facial features reminiscent of my deceased mother.

Was it because I changed my appearance after leaving the Empire? My face now seemed unfamiliar.

I thought, how beautiful I am after all.

Feeling like a narcissist, I laughed.

"Aren't such earrings going to work today?"

Helen raised the pearl ones.

"Ha. Let's take it. But it is better not to wear necklaces."

The makeup was light and the dress was fastened with buttons at the neck, so I thought it would be more appropriate not to wear a choker.

I got up from my seat after completing my makeup. It wasn't flashy, but it still made me stand out.

"Will you come right now?"

"Yes. Do I need to contact a lawyer in advance?"

I nodded, took a deep breath and exhaled.

We will hold the servant for dessert, so as to shut the mouths of all the annoying nobility at once.

However, as the trial approached, I could no longer hide my tension.

Helen took my cold hand, as if feeling the tension on my frozen face.

"Don’t worry. Everything will work out."

"Right. Helen."

"Yes?"

"You will be taken to another place. So I won't be there for a while. Take care of Carlisle for now."

There was a knock on the door and the voice of a servant was heard.

"The carriage is ready."

It was time to go. I let go of Helen's hand and opened the small door leading to the hallway.

Carlisle slept quietly in the bedroom.

I walked over to the bed and gently stroked Carlisle's hair, smiling to see if he was pretending to be asleep.

Then I kissed him gently on the forehead.

I'll be back.

I hope everything will be over quickly and we will again sail away from the Empire.

After that, I took a step out.

It was sunrise.

All the nobles of the Agritf Empire were now on their way to the palace.

Duke Croft is finally facing a theft trial.

Wuburg Palace.

Another name for this palace, built by the first Emperor to conduct trials of nobles and the royal family, is the ‘cemetery of the nobility’.

Throughout its long history, the gates of this palace have been opened countless times.

The trials were conducted in strict accordance with the procedure of the imperial law, but in reality it was only a formality. If a certain nobleman was guilty before the Empire and had to disappear, the execution was a foregone conclusion even before the trial.

And those who were present today thought that the current trial would be no exception.

"The defendant has arrived."

The judge was silent. His eyes went down.

He had expected the Duke to be in the guise of a shaking sinner, but Croft didn’t hesitate at all.

Dressed in a neat navy blue suit, he squared his shoulders and headed straight for the judge.

His appearance was so confident and unwavering, and in that moment he looked like he was visiting this place as a judge, but not as a defendant.

Duke Croft sat down with his lawyer.

And he was still looking at the seat where the judge was supposed to sit.

Ignoring the nobles looking down on him.

"How shameless."

Some of the nobles were amazed at the Duke's figure and pride in the face of the court.

The voices of the nobility criticizing Duke Croft grew.

As if they were unwilling to admit that they were overwhelmed by the Duke's aura, they raised their voices and reproached him.

At that moment, an oppressive voice rang out.

"All to be silent. The Duke's sin hasn’t yet been confirmed by the court."

None other than the Marquis Sios uttered these words, as if in defense of the Duke.

The eyes of the nobility immediately turned to Marquis Sios. The nobles exchanged embarrassed looks when the Marquis changed his attitude so suddenly.

At this time, the energetic young nobleman opened his mouth, as if he couldn’t agree with the latter.

"But the Duke's guilt is as clear as day."

"Didn't you hear what I just said? Until the trial is over, the Duke is innocent. Do you dare to slander the Duke of your Empire?"

The young nobleman tried to say something else, but his father grabbed him tightly by the wrist.

As the nobles rolled their eyes, stuck in such an uncomfortable situation, a voice announced:

"Everyone, stand up. Your Honor, please…"