Chapter 86
Now, seeing Eugenie Norton, she was the perfect, beautiful prey for his monumental birthday.
“I wouldn’t kill such a body that’s already been tempted by five men.”
Tristan laughed as he once again brought the rifle’s sights up to his eye.
“Though, Eugenie Norton, even if you lose a leg, you’ll still be able to take care of business in bed, right?”
“…!”
Eugenie widened her eyes as she saw the gleaming barrel in the sunlight.
That bastard wasn’t joking. She wasn’t sure how he planned to handle things afterward, but he was definitely intending to shoot her.
Without further hesitation, Eugenie turned and started running, her body forcing itself to move as her muscles screamed.
“Hah, ha…”
Her ribbon got caught in a branch and tore, and her shoes became filthy with dirt.
She stumbled and fell several times, but she crawled desperately, determined to escape.
Bang! Bang!
The sound of gunshots echoed from behind, and the steps grew steadily closer, sending chills down her spine.
‘That crazy bastard!’
No matter how much he pretended to be mature, a madman was still a madman. But in this forest, alone, if she was caught, Tristan could easily bury her alive using his authority…
How long had she been lost?
As she cursed inside, a familiar voice suddenly screamed her name.
“Eugenie!”
“Ugh…! Brother, Alfred!”
Alfred’s face when he saw her crawling through the bushes, was twisted in shock and horror.
He rushed over and pulled Eugenie to her feet.
“Quick, come this way! Get ahead of me!”
As soon as Eugenie’s vision was obscured by Alfred’s hunting clothes,
Bang!
The sound of gunfire echoed through the forest.
* * *
The same thing that happened on her first night with Cassius was happening again.
Suddenly, someone was forcibly showing Eugenie a short drama in the darkness, trapping her in another person’s memories.
And this time, she was trapped in Alfred’s mind.
‘This isn’t the time to be seeing these memories!’
Eugenie screamed inside, but her voice wasn’t heard.
The last thing she had heard was the sound of a gunshot from behind.
Had she avoided it? What about Alfred?
To find the answer, she had no choice but to wait for this memory to end quickly.
But Alfred was lying cold on the wooden floor, and he didn’t seem to have any intention of getting up.
‘Which version of Alfred is this?’
Struggling to turn her head, she briefly glimpsed the cuff of his uniform. It wasn’t the major’s uniform, but the lieutenant’s uniform he had worn when he first graduated.
‘So, this must be when he had just graduated from the Naval Academy?’
If that was the case, Alfred must have been around seventeen or eighteen, which meant she was…
“Ugh…”
At that moment, the Alfred in the memory squirmed in pain.
Although she couldn’t feel the pain, the smell of blood from the floor hit her like a wave.
‘What is going on here?’
But more shocking than the scent of blood was that this room was familiar, and Alfred wasn’t alone.
“Ha… I thought being a marine meant you wouldn’t feel pain.”
“Ugh… Cough!”
“Boring, Wilberforce.”
This was the academy’s office, a room specially prepared for when important visitors came to see the principal.
Standing over the fallen Alfred was none other than Tristan.
That bastard, not even half the height of Alfred, was holding a shotgun he had somehow found and pointing it around.
And what he was looking at through the window was…
‘…The academy students?’
Even in her ethereal state, the chill that ran through her was suffocating.
Tristan was aiming the shotgun through the window at something outside.
Meanwhile, Alfred, who was clutching his bleeding side, crawled across the floor.
“Please… please don’t do it.”
“Don’t touch me. You’ll get blood on me.”
Tristan kicked Alfred’s hand away. Alfred’s unsteady vision barely caught a glimpse of the academy’s courtyard.
The large banner announcing the academic excellence awards.
And the booming voice of the bald principal…
— Next, this year’s second place award, Eugenie Morgan Norton, will come up to the podium…
It was then that she remembered.
There had been a time when the imperial family had visited to present the academic excellence award.
‘I remember how they made a big deal out of the whole family coming.’
Had Alfred come to see it too? She thought he hadn’t, since he had just been promoted to lieutenant and had been too busy.
— And next, in third place, Carter Arthur Livingston…
“Ah, missed it.”
Tristan clicked his tongue in frustration, but at that moment, voices from outside the door could be heard.
“Tristan! Tristan, where are you?”
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