If I Throw Myself into His Sea - Episode 2.10

The royal atmosphere following the banquet for the envoys from the mainland was utterly chaotic. The representatives of Deltia had left their seats midway through the banquet, which concluded without them, leading to occasional questions about their whereabouts that night.

“Your Majesty!”

As usual, the diplomatic advisor burst into Pereian’s office, which was firmly shut, and shouted.

“I apologize for the disturbance. However, I have received urgent news from the Epin royal family.”

The minister, flustered, stammered and handed Pereian a piece of paper with special magic inscribed on it. Pereian received it indifferently, but gradually tightened his grip as he read.

“Without discussion, just a notification like this.”

Leaving the crumpled urgent message behind, Pereian left his office. His destination was the only place in this sea where a person from Epin existed: the Queen’s residence, the Coral Palace.

The urgent message from Epin was concise.

“In ten days, we will send envoys from our side. It is to celebrate the marriage.”

It was a unilateral notice disguised as a visit announcement. Pereian scoffed at Epin’s blatant display of arrogance.

Although the other royal families on the mainland didn’t favor the Pereian royal family, Epin was even more of a thorn in their side. They acted as if they were something special, spreading scandalous rumors about him and sending them out to sea in glass bottles.

Ever since the marriage with the Epin royal family, which he had reluctantly agreed to in order to quell the scandals and public sentiment, Pereian always felt unpleasant when he thought of them.

He wondered why they had sent someone else instead of the princess they had initially proposed. He wondered why they had cast a silencing spell. And who exactly was Irene Iphraim?

Pereian recalled Epin’s attitude after the marriage with Irene was decided. The more he thought about it, the more strange things he noticed.

The marriage between Pereian Richard and Irene Iphraim was a precious marriage for Epin, a celebration between kingdoms. However, even though Deltia offered to cover all the expenses, Epin stubbornly refused to hold a wedding ceremony.

Their condition was that no envoys should be sent, and the marriage should be conducted without any festivities.

The first time he met Irene Iphraim was also strange. Pereian had been waiting for his bride there even before Irene threw herself into the sea.

He had expected the entire knight order to escort the princess due to Epin’s fussiness, but only two people arrived at the designated cliff. A knight who didn’t even look like one, and the princess.

At that time, after meeting the princess’s eyes, Pereian was busy thinking about Ruine, seeing her in the princess’s clear appearance. Ruine should have grown up as beautifully and preciously as that woman. So that she could look at him with those clear eyes.

That was then, but not now. What royal family in the world would only bring one knight to the princess’s wedding? Why hadn’t he questioned something so obvious back then?

‘I can’t figure out their intentions.’

Even if such a royal family were to send an envoy now, their congratulatory feelings couldn’t be sincere. He had to be constantly suspicious. He hadn’t yet figured out why Epin had sent Irene Iphraim here, so he couldn’t afford to do anything foolish.

He knew he would be caught if he did. Pereian, who had been pondering the relationship between the Epin royal family and Irene, had reached the entrance of the Coral Palace. It didn’t take long to reach the greenhouse inside the Coral Palace.

‘I heard she spends her time here.’

After a series of distrust, Pereian, who had been ordered to observe Irene’s every move, knew Irene Iphraim’s movements better than anyone else. It was already a familiar fact to him that she spent time alone in the greenhouse at this time every day.

As if she had visited again today, Irene’s silhouette was faintly visible. Pereian, who stopped abruptly as Irene came into view, took in the entire view of the greenhouse.

The queen’s palace, the Coral Palace. Unlike the Deep Sea Palace, the walls were made of splendid coral. It was a sight that anyone could consider beautiful. However, Pereian hated this greenhouse terribly.

The queen’s space. A place that Pereian’s own mother would not have enjoyed, and filled with aquatic plants cultivated by the late queen, who had often summoned Pereian, who was particularly alone in this palace, to scold him.

‘Disgusting.’

Irene Iphraim seemed to like this place. Otherwise, there was no reason for her to visit here every day. Come to think of it, Pereian had once expressed his displeasure to Irene in this place.

“It would be appropriate for us to only believe each other’s obituaries.”

He was the one who said that. Was it the alcohol that made him bring up trivial past stories to Irene, who had acted as if she was protecting him at the last banquet?

The stairs that were a secret place, and the story of Ruines. Why did he tell that woman things he didn’t want to say and didn’t have to say?

Was I shaken because it was the first time someone had defended me? Unable to understand my own actions, Pereian had avoided scouting ever since that day. Because he might unexpectedly run into Irene during a patrol. Because he didn’t need to ruin his day by facing that woman.

However, the issue of the mainland envoys was unavoidable. Pereian took a breath and pushed open the greenhouse door. Instead of a knock, the rustling sound of his footsteps echoed in Irene’s ears.

“I told you not to let anyone in.”

Irene turned around, speaking at the sudden sound. She seemed quite surprised by the unexpected visit.

“Pereian?”

Irene called her husband’s name in a questioning tone. Despite the cold treatment she had received, she couldn’t hide her happiness, her cheeks slightly flushed. Without answering,

Pereian dragged a chair and walked towards Irene. The legs of the chair scraped against the floor, creating a sharp sound.

“I have something to tell you.”

Pereian, sitting astride the chair he had dragged over, looked at Irene and said. He didn’t even give Irene time to answer before continuing.

“They say they’re sending an envoy to congratulate us on our marriage.”

“From where?”

“Where else? And they say the Princess of Epin is well-educated.”

Pereian added sarcastically, pulling up one corner of his mouth in a smile. A thick, hateful gaze scanned Irene’s expression. Like someone who desperately wanted Irene’s emotions to crumble.

“Did Epin say they would send someone?”

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