NovelEnglishChapter 1289
That evening, Carissa handed Rafael the pill and explained its potential dangers.
Noticing the hesitation in her eyes, he smiled and said, "What's a little harm? There's medicine to counteract it.
After the royal physician examines me, I'll immediately take Snowdrop Pills. On the road, I'll follow Sebastian's
instructions. I'll take the medicine daily to build up my strength."
"It's still poison," Carissa countered, her brow furrowed. "Maybe we should think of another solution."
"| think this plan is fine. Sebastian is just being cautious. If the poison was truly dangerous, he wouldn't have
given it to me," Rafael reassured.
Carissa looked up at him. "Should we talk to Jacob about this?"
"No need." Rafael set the medicine down and pulled her into his arms. "The fewer people who know, the better.
When | collapse at the SuprCourt, Matthew can use my emblem to summon a royal physician. If the royal
physician accompaniesback to the estate and sees everyone in a panic, there won't be any suspicion."
Carissa rested her head against his chest, feeling a strange sense of vulnerability. She had always been decisive,
but now, her worries clouded her thoughts.
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"I'm just worried. If you don't fully recover before you set off for the Southern Frontier despite taking the
medicine, and then don't get proper rest on the journey, how will you be able to fight when you arrive?" Her
voice trembled with concern, but Rafael's heart warmed at the sight of her care for him.
He smiled and reassured her, "I may not even replace Marshal Prince. I'll just look for General Quinton and blend
in with the army. If Marshal Prince is reliable, I'll just treat the Southern Frontier trip as a little vacation."
Carissa's worry didn't ease, because it was exactly due to Oliver's unreliability that they had to take this risk. But
the decision had been made, so hesitation could no longer be afforded.
"Alright. Tomorrow, take the pill at a good moment at the SuprCourt," she said, still concerned. Rafael
looked into her eyes, his gaze soft and full of tenderness. "Yeah. Don't worry."
The next day, he tucked the half pill of poison into his pocket and went to the SuprCourt. At lunchtime, he
dined with Matthew and even invited Randall to join them, casually asking about his work at the SuprCourt.
Randall had been feeling uneasy these past few days. Though he had made his choice, with his dad now
rebelling and besieging Valken, he couldn't help but wonder if innocent lives would be lost. He also worried about
how deeply this situation would affect him.
Now that Rafael was speaking to him kindly, Randall's anxiety was somewhat soothed. If the prince still cared
about his well-being, it seemed that his position was secure for the tbeing, and perhaps he wouldn't be
caught up too deeply in the storm.
But what of the people of Valken?
Unable to shake his concern for them, Randall asked hesitantly, "Your Highness, do you think the people of
Valken will suffer because of my dad's rebellion?"
Rafael looked at him in surprise.
How could such a question even be asked?
Matthew's expression tightened. He wanted to say that throughout history, it was always the common people
who suffered in the aftermath of treason. But feeling like it was pointless to explain, the words stalled in his
throat.
If someone didn't think with their heart, they wouldn't ask a question like that.
Randall quickly realized the foolishness of his question. Perhaps, in his subconscious mind, he had believed that
Yuvan's rebellion would be easily contained and that nothing too catastrophic would cof it. That must be
why he had asked such a naive question.
Not wanting to embarrass him further, Matthew simply replied, "Yes."
Randall awkwardly muttered an acknowledgment and seemed to shrink back into himself, his mood visibly
dropping.
After lunch, they had a cup of coffee. While the other two were distracted, Rafael quietly took the pill. At first, he
didn't feel any immediate discomfort, so he assumed the effects wouldn't kick in so quickly. Turning to Randall,
he asked about Tiberius, who was still imprisoned.
"Nothing out of the ordinary, Your Highness," Randall replied. "Except for asking every day when he'll be
released, there's nothing strange."
Matthew snorted. "He wants out? Ridiculous."
Rafael tapped his fingers on the table, his mind racing. "His Majesty hasn't disposed of him yet. He's probably
keeping him alive to intimidate the rebels. Better to placate him for now, lest he tries to starve himself again-"
Before he could finish his thought, a sharp pain suddenly gripped his chest. It felt as though something was
surging violently through his veins, and he felt a pressure he couldn't contain.
Blood spilled from his lips as he collapsed to the floor.
"Your Highness!" Matthew shouted, leaping forward just in tto catch Rafael's falling body.
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