I’ve Decided to Let You Go - Chapter 106

Getting in contact with Ron Letius was not difficult.

But considering the attention of others, it wasn’t easy either.

He lived in the most remote part of the village, and it would have looked strange for newcomers to suddenly approach the house at the top of the hill without reason.

Sieghart was certain that someone had already been planted in the village, disguised as a local, to keep an eye on Ron Letius. Someone assigned by Kail Letius to report anything suspicious.

If they approached too carelessly, their visit would definitely be reported.

So instead of rushing things, they decided to fully settle into their roles and slowly get closer to Ron.

Just as planned, Sieghart and Natasha played the part of a newlywed couple who had come to the countryside for rest. She was the ill wife, and he was the devoted husband caring for her. Their identities seemed harmless enough.

They took on the names Enoch Winter and Tisha Winter. From then on, they were the Winter couple.

With both an unseen spy and curious villagers likely watching them, they couldn’t afford to let their guard down for even a moment.

After all, no matter how they justified it as a retreat for Natasha’s health, the idea of nobles living in a remote rural village would always raise suspicion.

To avoid that, they performed their roles perfectly. Natasha would cough every ten seconds while speaking, and Sieghart would gently offer her a handkerchief each time, as if it were second nature.

Whenever they shared meals with the villagers, Natasha would take her medication less than thirty minutes after eating. There were so many types of pills, it seemed endless.

Sieghart remained attentive and kind as always. Even Natasha, who had been cold and distant back at the duchy, was soft and shy in public whenever he cared for her.

At first, the villagers were skeptical of the couple’s unusually affectionate behavior. But soon, they began to warm up to them.

Before long, the couple had earned themselves a nickname.

“Did you hear about the new couple who moved in?”

“Of course. That was days ago. You mean that pair everyone calls the lovebirds, right?”

They were now known as the village lovebirds.

Despite their initial concerns, they had blended in well. The villagers were convinced. The act had worked.

They took care of each other affectionately but never overdid it. Just enough to keep up the illusion of a happy marriage.

Even when no one was watching, they didn’t drop the act.

They could have dropped the performance behind closed doors, but they didn’t. They carried on as if it was second nature.

To the point where calling each other Enoch Winter and Tisha Winter felt completely normal.

“Thank you, Enoch.”

“For my beloved wife, I’d do anything.”

Their interactions became as effortless and natural as a real couple’s. They shared affection the way newlyweds might, without hesitation.

For Natasha, this wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. Sieghart had occasionally acted like a loving husband before.

Back then, though, his change had only confused her. She never tried to understand what was behind it. She couldn’t believe that someone like Sieghart could truly love her.

But now, things were different.

Now, she knew what was behind his kindness. She understood the emotions that had driven him, how beautiful and dangerous they were.

And strangely, she didn’t hate it. In fact, at some point, she had started to enjoy it.

It felt as if she had truly become Tisha Winter again. The warmth of those old memories quietly stirred her heart.

She accepted the cup of hot chocolate Sieghart handed her and wrapped both hands around it. The warmth from the cup pushed back the chill of the night breeze.

The crackling campfire also helped keep the cold away, casting a soft light over their quiet evening.

They shared the moment together, a sleepless night warmed by cocoa and firelight.

The crackling of burning logs filled the silence. It was more beautiful than any orchestra.

With her eyes closed, Natasha let herself enjoy the peace. Then slowly, she opened her eyes and tilted her head upward.

Above her, the sky was filled with stars like scattered diamonds. They glittered with such beauty that it left her breathless.

Sieghart was looking up too. His gaze reflected the starlight, as brilliant and still as a painting.

Without a word, the two of them admired the miracle of the night.

And so, the silence that might have broken around this time continued a little longer.

After a long pause, Sieghart finally spoke.

The man’s voice had changed slightly. His low and steady tone was now soft and gentle, like it belonged to Enoch Callete.

“I’m thinking of meeting Ron Letius tomorrow.”

Hearing that made Natasha suddenly aware that their stay in the countryside had always been part of the mission. Maybe it was because the days had felt so peaceful and full of quiet happiness that she had momentarily forgotten their original purpose.

“Is the plan still the same?”

According to the original plan, they were supposed to visit Ron Letius’s house under the pretense of greeting the locals.

“No, I’m going to do it differently.”

Sieghart shook his head and explained the revised plan.

“The villagers are bound to warn us not to go near Ron. We look too delicate to handle someone with a temper like his. But if we ignore their warnings and go anyway, it’ll seem suspicious.”

He had a point.

Sieghart, the attentive husband devoted to his sick wife, choosing to visit a man known for his violence? It would raise eyebrows.

“Then how are you planning to approach him?”

Without the direct route, there seemed to be no way. Ron Letius lived at the top of a hill and rarely came down. They were unlikely to run into him by chance.

“I looked into it. There’s a large forest behind his estate. I’m thinking of using that. We’ll go out for a hunt and head in from the other side. At first, we’ll head in the opposite direction to avoid suspicion.”

“If we go late at night, no one will know. And even if someone sees us, a late hunt is believable enough to avoid suspicion.”

“Exactly. And if we do end up needing to explain it, we’ll just say we met him by chance. Pretend we got lost in the woods and ran into him.”

Considering how nosy the villagers were, it seemed Sieghart had put real thought into the adjustment. Natasha agreed. This version made much more sense.

Rather than announcing to everyone that they were visiting Ron Letius, a quiet, secret meeting was far safer.

The man was going to rise to power after their meeting. If anyone suspected that their meeting had been intentional, it would only lead to trouble later.

“If it’s a hunting trip, should I stay home? Since I’m the sick one.”

“Let’s go together. We can ride up through the forest on horseback. Everyone will think we’re back before nightfall.”

“Wouldn’t it be better for me to stay behind, just in case?”

“If I don’t come back by night, the other women in the village will start worrying and drag you out to look for me. If they all come into the woods, things will get messy.”

Natasha had no argument for that. As kind as the women were, they were also far too nosy. Sieghart was right.

If he didn’t return by a certain hour, the villagers would probably barge into the house and insist on finding him together.

Sieghart said he would prepare everything they needed for the hunt the next morning. Natasha offered to gather food and water to keep up appearances.

By the time they finished talking, night had settled deep around them. The campfire had burned low, its heat fading into the cold.

Caught off guard by the sudden chill, Natasha coughed lightly.

Sieghart immediately stood, saying he would get a blanket.

“Wait…”

She reached out and grabbed his sleeve, her voice trailing off.

Normally, this would be the moment where she’d smile and say she should just head inside.

They had finished talking. There was no reason to stay outside. It would be less trouble to just let him go.

But tonight, for some reason, she didn’t want to go back.

She wanted to stay out here a little longer. She wanted to enjoy this moment just a bit more.

But knowing him, he wouldn’t simply agree. He would insist on getting a blanket or relighting the fire before letting her stay out in the cold.

He would probably bring up the risk of catching a cold, even though spring was on its way.

“Then… could I borrow your shoulder for a little while?”

After a long pause, Natasha finally asked, quietly but clearly. Her grip on his sleeve tightened slightly.

“You don’t mind, do you, Sieghart?”

She called his name for the first time in ten days.

Then, without waiting for a response, she rested her head on his shoulder.

Listening to the steady beat of his heart, or maybe their two hearts together, Natasha slowly closed her eyes.

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