She Was Sent by God - Chapter 160-2
Laslo was inexplicably ecstatic about the queen’s survival. Agnes smiled, understanding why.
“You must be tired, so go ahead and rest. The queen is welcome to stay with us.”
“I’m grateful, Agnes. Without you, I couldn’t have endured this ordeal.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
Agnes walked with Laslo to the meeting place where the nobles were gathered after sending Ilona first.
“The queen has arrived safely.”
“Oh, that’s great.”
“By the way, Marquis Sandor. You’ve done a great job.”
“I’m glad it helped. Princess.”
It was Agnes who thought of Roland as someone to send to the queen.
He sent Roland with a small hope that he could persuade the Queen, who had a deep grudge against Sebastian.
“When will you go to the palace?”
“We’ve secured the safety of the queen, so we don’t have to postpone it anymore.”
“Then…”
“Tomorrow. As soon as dawn comes, the soldiers will gather in front of the palace.”
“Oh, I can’t believe it. Finally.”
The faces of various nobles, including Marquis Songrad, were filled with excitement. After Count Barania’s army surrendered, their power became unprecedentedly stronger. The tiny troops left in the palace don’t matter to them.
“Everyone did a great job getting here. We will write a new history.”
Agnes said, looking around the crowd slowly. Naturally, they were looking at her.
“However, we must remain vigilant until the end. Everything will go as planned tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll bear that in mind.”
First to respond was Roland. He had brighter eyes than ever. Agnes put her hand on her left chest, alone and in free space, after the meeting was over.
Her heart was beating so quickly it was terrifying. There isn’t much time left at this point. Agnes inhaled deeply and kept repeating in her head the plans she had made for days.
‘Last, this is my last chance.’
*
He learned of the queen’s disappearance a day later. Sebastian lost it when he finally learned the news and became furious with the helpless steward.
“You stupid and lazy person! The master you were serving vanished. How do you not realize that?”
“Your highness, I apologize. She asked to be alone.”
“Stop making excuses. You useless thing.”
He gritted his teeth as he thought of a traitor who had pretended to be loyal. A few people who remained close to the king started to surrender to the Arpad army one by one as soon as they heard that Count Barania’s army had fallen to the Arpad army.
“Y, your majesty!”
A knight entered the king’s office at that time in a panic.
“What’s going on?”
“Ar, the army of Arpad entered through the south gate. You must avoid it.”
“What?”
It happened much faster than he had anticipated. He was taken aback.
They must have taken the queen because of this.
“Your Highness, we’re running out of time. Come on, use the secret aisle…….”
“I am the king of Nirseg!”
Sebastian cried out.
“Even if I die, I will die as the king of this country.”
“Your Highness. But.”
He grabbed the crown he had always kept by his side and put it straight on his head.
“Call all the knights left in Manus Hall.”
‘Let’s see the end, Agnes.’
Sebastian walked past the knight and headed for Manus Hall.
“I’m not letting you go,”
Sebastian muttered as he pushed open the door to Manus Hall.
Since the day I was born, this chair has been mine. A young, foolish, and dull princess would be wise to refrain from even trying to approach in such a noble position.
You are not.
Agnes’ birth was still a memory he detested. In an instant, she had everyone’s attention, and he was forgotten, as if he had become a speck of dust in the room.
“I’ll show you who the real king of Nirseg is.”
He sat on the throne and fiddled the crest on his hand.
There is a beast sleeping beneath Manus Hall, a secret Agnes will not learn whether she dies or not. Only the real king of Nirseg is privy to this information.
“Come, I’ll rip you apart right here.”
With his blue eyes gleaming, Sebastian said repeatedly.
*
“You are right.”
“Are you sure Sebastian is in Manus Hall?”
“Yes, there are only ten or so of them.”
The spy who had previously infiltrated the palace bowed his head and responded. Agnes turned around and looked Reika in the eye.
“Archmage.”
“I’m ready.”
“Okay, then right now.”
“Wait.”
Agnes tried to advance, but Laslo stopped her.
“There’s somewhere I need to stop by before we head over to Manus Hall.”
“A place to stop by?”
He moved along the palace’s quiet corridor. Agnes and Laslo walked side-by-side.
“Why are we here?”
A lengthy hallway lined with king portraits dating back to the first king was the place they arrived at. It is a far-off location; Agnes hasn’t visited it frequently even when she was a palace resident.
“I need something.”
“Do you need anything here?”
She tried to take a look around, but all she saw were decorations and portraits. Laslo stood in front of the first king’s portrait while beaming. Then he leapt and grabbed an old sword that was lying next to the portrait and covered in dust.
“Why are you taking that sword? It is dull and useless.”
“No, it is not.”
