I Decided to Kidnap the Male Lead

Chapter 120: Forever and a Day (XII)

Chapter 120: Forever and a Day (XII)

Along with his name that leaked out involuntarily, a most radiant smile bloomed and faded on Ophelias face.

I want to walk with you.

Even if this body grows old and my head is covered with white, I will hold our wrinkled hands together forever.

So, the end of the world was absurd.

Even the people of this village were not pure victims.

Even though they knew what they would do and would have their hands stained with blood without hesitation in the name of God, and will be buried.

Even so

I cant do that.

It was a choking voice, but unlike before, Ophelias eyes were no longer wavering.

Because she decided to bet on the possibility that the world would not perish even if she protected this village.

There was no way she could sacrifice a cow for the greater good.

Compared to the world, she too would be nothing but a cow.

Just like the girl in this town with a broken leg waiting for her brother.

If anyone heard this, they would call her stupid.

Would you stand by and watch the destruction of the world for the sake of your humble morals and conscience? They would laugh like this.

Ophelia smiled bitterly and said,

If the army is coming, there is only one entry way. Shouldnt we find a way to defend it?

Youve managed to see it. As expected, Your Highnesss eyes for people are unmistakable.

So what can I do specifically? James Gryu, the renowned tactician of the empire, no, of the continent?

There is no need to remind me of the facts. If thats the case, well have to build a barrier first.

Ophelia wasnt sure, but she decided.

Lets watch this town for as long as we can.

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Two days to the week that Raisa Neir professed.

It was a day not much different from any other day.

The center of the crown princes palace.

Kirsch, kirsch.

A quiet aides office where only the sound of a pen running on paper echoed..

Dakwang!

With a sudden loud sound, the chair on which Iris was sitting was knocked over backwards.

Cooper!

Cooper jumped to his feet as if he had been waiting for Iris call.

Isnt that too strange?

The words came out of context, but Iris also gave a vague answer.

Its the fifth day.

Has it already happened?

The two of them just stared at Ophelias empty seat for a while.

His Highness isnt there either.

Shes not here.

So what is going on?

Since he communicated with Ophelia, I dont have to worry about anything

Im not worried, but Im worried.

Same here.

Cooper added with a nod.

But its not like we can be away as well.

Of course. Its not okay to just look at the seats of people who are not there while stomping our feet.

Even as they spoke, their eyes showed no sign of falling from the empty seats.

How long has it been?

Iris and Cooper looked at each other and headed to Ophelias desk as if they had come to an agreement.

All they could do now for Ophelia, who was doing her best wherever she was

Id wish I didnt have these stifling papers.

I completely agree.

The two began moving the papers piled on Ophelias desk to their respective desks.

They hoped

When Ophelia returned and found a clean desk, she would smile as bright as the sun and embrace them with open arms.

And around that time, in the Marquisate of Sheffield

Lawrence grabbed Catherines arms from behind her and held on desperately.

What are you going to do when you go!

Ill go check it out!

Check what? The whereabouts of the Lady Bolsheik, who is carrying out the imperial palaces secret assignment?

I dont know! Ill check anyway!

So what are you sure ugh.

Catherine, who took advantage of Lawrences momentary lax and slammed her elbow into his stomach, tried to run away.

Catherine! Do you intend to cause trouble for Lady Bolsheik?

However, Lawrences cry as he rubbed his stomach forced her to stop on the spot.

Patting Catherine on the back as her shoulders drooped down in despair, Lawrence said,

With His Highness holding out, theres no way anything could happen to Lady Bolsheik.

It meant as a treasured aide, but it was the correct answer anyway, akin to how a cow caught a mouse while stepping backwards.

I know! I know

Even if she knew it, if she couldnt see it, she would be worried.

Its already been five days.

Of course, Ophelia and Catherine didnt meet every day, but days didnt go by without contact.

Wait a little longer. Shell show up smiling, and this period will be just like a lie.

Are you sure?

Yes. She will show up and give you a tight hug until you suffocate.

Really?

Yes, yes.

Catherine, as well as Lawrence, hoped.

Ophelia appearing out of nowhere, and hugging the startled Catherine with her arms wide open.

And in the Bolsheik familys mansion, which was located not far from Sheffields

Sebastian.

Yes.

If youre going to spin around in place so anxiously and nervously, go out and spin.

Sorry.

What? Seeing you, I feel like going around with you.

Saying that, Ophelias mother put down the book she was holding.

The mother, who couldnt get past a single page of the book, looked at the Imperial Palace through the window.

Is it the fifth day?

Its only been five days since the day the lady didnt come back.

The mothers blue eyes, the same as Ophelias, flashed coldly.

If I find even one cut on my childs fingertips. They will see why a Bolsheik is a Bolsheik.

I will find all the records related to the current imperial family.

Sebastian bowed deeply and left the room with an uncharacteristically sloppy step.

The mother pressed her agitated chest and whispered to Ophelia, who was somewhere.

No matter where you are or what you do, you are my daughter, you are a Bolsheik.

So hopefully

Come back to this place and be held in my arms.

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Like any other place, in Raisas village, the day was not too different from usual.

The wind that blew from time to time became a gust of wind and made it difficult for one to open their eyes, but it was only intermittent.

The clear sky was high without a single cloud, and it was a day where the laundry would dry very well in the dazzling sunlight.

A young man from the village was on his way to sort out dried straw bales.

The young man, who had been humming a short song, hesitated in front of the warehouse door where dry straw bales were being piled up.

What? Why is this open?

He tilted his head as he looked down at the key dangling from his waist.

A thief? Can it be?

In this storehouse, there were indeed only bales of dry straw and one or two sacks of uneatable grain to be used as fodder.

A thief in a warehouse like that?

There was no reason to steal something that could have been obtained by simply going to the person managing the warehouse and asking for it.

Ah, well, its been a bit messy lately.

The weak young man just poked around, but a few days ago, the prophet and the village elders had a serious talk.

Something about the whole village being in danger because someone is aiming for the village?

Besides, those his age started to carry dangerous blades like swords and axes, regardless of gender.

It will be all right because the prophet is here.

Shaking his head, the young man opened the warehouse door and slowly entered, unable to hide his doubts.

He didnt feel any presence, so he took a few more steps and looked inside the warehouse.

Who is it?

While shaking his head, the young man went around the warehouse, muttering,

Its like no one is there ah!

Before he could finish his sentence, he was suddenly grabbed by the collar and forced to slam his face to the floor.

Ahh! Aaaagh! Oh God! Help me, prophet!

The young mans head was pounding, but his screams did not reach the ears of the god or the prophet like he so desired.

Before long, a cracked and locked voice flowed from the inside of the darkened warehouse.

Noisy. Keep it down.

It was a very simple and quick death sentence.

Pudeuk.

The movement of the young man who had been struggling on the floor, crying out to God in a nerve-scratching screech, suddenly stopped.

His breath ended too easily, but Raisa, who had stepped on his neck and killed him, did not blink an eye.

They were like walking corpses anyway.

Everyone would die, so it didnt matter if they went a little sooner or later.

Continue. So what are you going to do?

Everyone in the village has figured it out. Dealing with the nasty bastards makes the job itself simple. But

But?

Raisas eyebrows rose quickly. She did not know that they were sky-high and her gray eyes glittered more than those of the snake.

We need more people to be sure to kill the entire village.

Although they were fanatics, their physical abilities itself were no different from those of ordinary people.

To those who make a living by killing people, they were like a group of rabbits, but if the number was high, there would be rabbits that would succeed in running away from the net.

Cant you handle that much?

Raisas poisonous voice tore through the shabby warehouse, but no answer came back.

Wasnt it a question with a fixed answer anyway?

But the person she was speaking to couldnt give her the answer she had set, so it was just silent.

She stared at him for a moment as if about to claw him to death, then she waved her hand annoyedly.

There is no time to kill this one now and find another one.

One thing came to mind naturally because it didnt go as she wanted.

It was a regression.

Ame: Why do I feel like Ophelia isnt coming back? AM I GASLIGHTING MYSELF?

*rolls eyes* And trust Raisa to go hmm i need to destroy the village to stop the worlds destruction so that i can leave, but i gotta regress to do that!

Dea: im sure everything is okay to be okay..ha..haha