I’ve Decided to Let You Go - Chapter 107

The next day came quietly.

Sieghart had been up since dawn, busy preparing for the hunt. Natasha, who woke up a bit later, rushed to pack some sandwiches.

Sieghart took care of the weapons and the horse, while Natasha grabbed the sandwiches and water. Together, they stepped outside.

It was a beautiful day. Most of the villagers were outside, enjoying the nice weather. As the couple walked past the grand Winter family estate, they spotted the couple themselves stepping out. Sieghart and Natasha greeted them with cheerful smiles.

“Oh my, such nice weather today! Are you two heading out somewhere?”

“Hello, Aunt Mary. My husband and I are going hunting today,” Natasha replied warmly.

“Goodness, even with him still recovering?”

“Yes, but since the weather is so nice, we thought it’d be a good chance to get some sun. He offered to let me ride the horse, so I won’t get too tired.”

With a playful smile, Natasha wrapped her arm around Sieghart’s. The villagers’ eyes naturally drifted to Sieghart’s strong build and the horse standing beside him.

Their reactions made it clear. With a man like that, of course he could protect and care for his wife.

“Where are you headed?”

“We heard there’s a big forest behind the village. We’re thinking of going there.”

“That’s a great spot for hunting. But it’s pretty big. Are you sure you’ll be alright? It’s your first time there, and you could get lost.”

Mary’s face showed concern as she spoke.

At that moment, Fenril, who had been quietly watching nearby, quickly stepped in, seeing an opportunity.

“Can I come too? I know the forest paths really well! We could hunt together, and it’d be fun.”

His friends were all busy with farm work, and they didn’t like wasting time on something like hunting. Hunting alone was dangerous and dull, and Fenril had been frustrated. So, when he saw a chance to go with someone, he jumped at it.

Natasha glanced at Sieghart. If they let Fenril come, it would mess up their plan. But refusing too strongly might make them look suspicious.

Sieghart understood the situation and smiled kindly.

“If you’d like to come along, of course you can.”

“Really? Then I’ll run home and grab my gear right away—”

“But,” Sieghart cut in gently, “since we thought it would just be the two of us, we only packed enough food for ourselves. Would that be alright with you?”

Fenril was about to say yes, but suddenly hesitated. Even though Sieghart was smiling, something about him felt unsettling.

His smile was warm on the outside, but something underneath felt cold. To Fenril, it was like he was silently saying, “Stay out of it.” That unspoken message sent a chill down his spine.

Just then, Aunt Mary nudged Fenril in the side and quickly stepped in to stop him.

“Don’t go ruining a sweet couple’s date. If you’ve got that much energy, come help me with the laundry. I’ve needed an extra hand anyway.”

“W-wait! I was going to take the day off! What kind of woman puts a man to work on his rest day?”

Mary, clearly wanting to get him out of the way, dragged Fenril off without giving him a chance to protest.

As the two disappeared into the distance, Natasha gave a small wave. When they were finally out of sight, she lowered her hand and asked,

“Do you think that was enough?”

“I don’t think we need to run into anyone else,” Sieghart replied. “In a village this small, it won’t take long for the whole town to hear we went hunting.”

“You’re right about that.”

In a village like this, news traveled fast. Just like Sieghart said, by the afternoon, everyone would have heard about their little hunting trip. Where they went, what time they left, even what they were wearing would quickly become the talk of the village.

They climbed up the mountain and waited until the sun began to set. They were being cautious, in case someone had been assigned to watch Ron Letius’s house.

After sunset, they headed straight for his home.

“Do you think he’ll even open the door?” Natasha asked. “I heard he’s not very friendly with the villagers…”

She sounded uncertain and seemed to suggest that maybe they should come later and pretend they were lost.

But Sieghart, who had met Ron Letius before, shook his head. He was sure that kind of trick wouldn’t work.

“As if someone like him would actually help us.”

It seemed Ron Letius had a personality just as difficult as Kail Letius.

Natasha was about to ask if he had a better idea when they arrived at Ron’s house.

It was too small and shabby for someone with royal blood. The rumors about him living in poverty hadn’t been exaggerated. The house looked like it had been pieced together from old wooden boards. Ron was barely surviving in this poor excuse for a home.

While Natasha stood frozen in surprise, Sieghart walked calmly toward the door.

“We don’t need a plan.”

“…”

“We’ll just go in.”

“…Wait, what did you say?”

“We’re just going in.”

When Natasha asked again, thinking she had misheard, Sieghart casually corrected himself.

He took another step forward and kicked the door.

With a loud thud, the door swung open, revealing the shabby interior of the house.

“What in the world…”

It was a shocking move. Natasha was so startled she couldn’t even speak properly.

As she stood frozen, a commotion came from inside. It sounded like Ron Letius, the owner of the house, was rushing to the front door.

Yelling at the top of his lungs, demanding to know what was going on, Ron stopped dead in his tracks when he saw who had broken in.

It was as if he instantly recognized Sieghart Aschart.

“I don’t think I need to explain who I am.”

Sieghart finally spoke, his tone cold as he stared down at Ron with a chilling gaze.

“Which means I also don’t need to explain who my wife is.”

“…”

“And since I already know your name, you don’t need to explain anything either.”

“You… you…”

“Good. We’ve saved time on introductions. Now, why don’t you show us the way?”

Sieghart showed no hint of apology for kicking in the door. He simply stood there, confident and unmoved.

Ron gave a dry, nervous laugh. Sieghart raised an eyebrow as if to ask, “Is there a problem?”

Even if Ron had royal blood, it was clear he was still afraid of Sieghart. Without further protest, he led them inside.

He pushed an old storage cabinet against the broken door to keep it closed, then showed them to a worn-out table and offered them lukewarm water.

Without even glancing at the cup, Sieghart got straight to the point. There were no greetings, no small talk—just a direct approach.

“We need the help of a royal.”

Ron, who had been placing another cup in front of Natasha, paused with a baffled expression.

After a short silence, he pointed at himself.

“My help?”

He let out a short, bitter laugh.

“Things must really be desperate if you’ve come crawling to the most worthless one of us. You must have been rejected by every other brother to even consider asking me.”

It seemed Ron misunderstood, thinking Sieghart had come to him as a last resort after being turned down by the rest of the Letius royal family.

“You’ve got it wrong. You’re the first one I came to.”

“…What?”

Ron froze. He looked like he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

Natasha, noticing the change in his expression, stepped in to help.

“Yes, Lord Ron Letius. You’re the first. In fact, you’re the only one we had in mind as an ally. We came here specifically for you.”

“Well, if that’s true, then I must say—you’ve made the right choice. Good eye.”

Apparently, Ron didn’t even consider the possibility that Sieghart might lie. He accepted the words without question.

“Anyway, what kind of help do you need? Tell me quickly. You’re lucky I’m even giving you this much of my time.”

Pleased at being chosen first, Ron finally showed interest in the reason behind their visit.

Realizing a long conversation was about to begin, Sieghart crossed his legs and adjusted his posture.

“We need the support of a royal. What we want is for you to acknowledge that what the Aschart family is doing against the Letius royal house is not rebellion, but rightful punishment.”

“…What did you say?”

“That’s why we chose you. We want you to be our supporting royal, and our candidate for the next emperor.”

Ron, who had been listening seriously, suddenly looked like he had heard something completely unbelievable.

Rightful punishment, not rebellion?

“You’re saying you’re going to start a rebellion?”

“I called it rightful punishment, but if you insist on using that word, then yes, I suppose it is.”

“You’re insane.”

Ron slammed his fist on the table and stood up. Clutching his head in disbelief, he looked completely horrified by what he’d just heard.

“And you want me to support you as a royal? Are you all out of your minds? How could I possibly trust you? Even if we signed some piece of paper, how could I trust a word of it?”

His voice rose sharply as he shouted.

“And let’s be real. Do you really think anyone will accept it if I try to punish Kail Letius for his injustice? I’m not even recognized as a true royal. No one will believe me. No one will see my choice as legitimate.”

It seemed like Ron’s anger was rooted in something deeper. He wasn’t just reacting to the plan, but also expressing years of bitterness over how he had never truly been accepted as a prince.

Sieghart let out a short sigh, then replied with a cold edge in his voice.

“That’s only a problem if the plan fails. If we succeed in punishing Kail Letius, then it won’t be a problem at all.”

“What did you just say?”

Sieghart stood up and slowly approached the stunned man in front of him.

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