I’ve Decided to Let You Go - Chapter 108

“Ron Letius, you’re right. You’ve never been acknowledged. No matter how hard you try, your voice is unlikely to ever be accepted.”

Sieghart deliberately pointed out what Ron had been worried about.

Ron had just claimed their plan was full of flaws by bringing up his own situation, but now that Sieghart voiced the truth, it clearly struck a nerve. His pride had been hit.

Ron didn’t respond. He just frowned and waited for Sieghart’s next words.

“But what if Emperor Kail Letius is dead?”

“What?”

The question came so calmly, but Ron reacted with a dumbfounded expression. He could only echo it back without thinking. It was understandable. What Sieghart had just said wasn’t bold. It was shocking.

To speak so openly about the death of Emperor Kail Letius, Ron’s own brother and the absolute ruler of the Empire, was enough to be labeled a traitor. Anyone who overheard it would consider it treason.

And if the person saying it was Duke Aschart, who had long been at odds with the Emperor, the consequences would be explosive.

But Sieghart seemed completely unbothered, as if this wasn’t something dangerous to say. He said it directly, right to Ron’s face.

Ron stared at him blankly, then suddenly widened his eyes. It was like he had finally realized Sieghart’s true purpose in coming here.

“You… no way…”

He muttered the words like he couldn’t believe them.

Sieghart’s eyes lowered. Meeting Ron’s gaze, he slightly lifted his sharp chin with calm confidence.

“The concerns you’re talking about only matter if we fail. If we succeed in removing Kail Letius, then those problems you’re worried about will never happen.”

“…”

“It won’t matter whether your argument is reasonable or justified.”

Sieghart reached into his collar and pulled out a pendant he had kept hidden. It was the symbol of the Letius royal family, proof of Ron’s bloodline.

He glanced at the emblem with cold amusement, then turned away.

He walked over to the seat Ron had just left and sat down. He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back with a casual yet smug expression.

“If Emperor Kail Letius dies, the Empire will temporarily be without a ruler. But that doesn’t mean the Letius Empire will collapse. The nation won’t disappear.”

“…”

“Naturally, the first thing they will do is search for a new emperor. And of course, they will look to the royal family for candidates.”

Sieghart’s gaze briefly shifted. For a moment, he wasn’t looking at Ron but at the portraits on the wall. They were paintings of the past princes of the royal family.

“Do you understand what I’m saying, Ron Letius?”

“…”

“If the Duke of Aschart were to take the throne, then yes, this would clearly be rebellion. But if that power is handed over to a royal, it becomes a rightful purge. Not rebellion.”

“…”

“And we are choosing to give that throne to you, Ron Letius.”

Ron’s shoulders twitched. His eyes slowly followed Sieghart’s gaze to the portraits.

His view moved from left to right.

There was Emperor Kail Letius, who once held the strongest claim. Then Helio Letius, the second in line. Then the third, the fourth, and so on. Eventually, Ron Letius came into view as the sixth.

The idea that he could surpass his foolish brothers and become the next ruler of the Empire lit something in his eyes. The disbelief that had filled him moments earlier began to fade, replaced with a flicker of hope.

Sieghart noticed the change and moved to press his advantage.

He took out a document from inside his coat and tossed it to Ron. Startled, Ron caught it and turned it around to read it.

It was a property deed. The location was close to the village, and the estate was known for being the most luxurious in the entire area.

“Live there.”

“What?”

The words felt so sudden, so random.

Ron blinked in confusion, unsure if he had heard right. Before he could react further, another object was thrown toward him.

This time it was heavier.

“Use this for your living expenses.”

His eyes naturally dropped to the object. It looked like a pouch, and it was clearly full. Judging by the weight, it contained a large amount of money.

“I already hired the staff for the house. Their wages will be delivered to your estate every month. You can pay them from that.”

“What is this? What are you trying to do?”

A few seconds later, Ron shouted. The unexpected generosity unsettled him. His guard shot up immediately.

“Trying to do something? That’s a little harsh. I’m just giving you what should already be yours.”

Sieghart replied smoothly, acting as if he was genuinely hurt by the question.

“What?”

“These are things you should have had from the beginning. If anything, they’re still less than what you deserve.”

As he said this, Sieghart gave a casual shrug, pretending it was nothing.

“Think about it, Ron Letius.”

“…”

“Isn’t it strange that someone from the royal family like you feels burdened by something so simple? That you’d doubt someone’s sincerity over something like this, and feel awkward even accepting it? Isn’t that kind of sad?”

A quiet sigh slipped through Ron’s lips. Sieghart had clearly struck a nerve.

“I’m giving you back what Emperor Kail Letius took from you out of selfishness. These are things that should have belonged to you in the first place.”

Sieghart placed a thick stack of documents on the table and told Ron to check the details later, then left without saying more.

“…Are we really doing the right thing?”

As they walked down through the forest, Natasha finally spoke.

Sieghart stopped walking. He glanced toward her, his eyes gentle, as if asking what she meant.

“I mean… is it really okay for someone like him to become emperor?” she said quietly, with concern in her voice.

They had chosen Ron Letius because, among the remaining royals, he was the easiest to approach. He was a practical choice, someone they could use to help bring down the current emperor. It was never because of any exceptional talent or leadership.

To Natasha, Ron didn’t seem like someone who should sit on a throne. Of course, Emperor Kail Letius wasn’t fit for it either, so it wasn’t like she could hold that standard too strictly.

Still, with the Letius Empire already unstable, having an unqualified emperor could push things even closer to collapse. If the Empire fell, the nearby Kingdom of Charlierre would be in danger too. It wasn’t just an internal issue—it could easily spread beyond borders.

“He’ll be fine,” Sieghart said firmly.

He wasn’t the kind of person who offered fake encouragement. Even if a lie might help calm someone down, he wouldn’t pretend Ron Letius was someone he wasn’t just to make Natasha feel better.

So for him to say, “he’ll be fine” meant something.

“Ron Letius is someone who’s never had anything of his own,” Sieghart continued.

He explained how desperate Ron had always been for recognition.

“He’s spent his entire life being pushed aside. But now, for the first time, something is in his hands. And he’ll fight to keep it.”

Ron had grown up in the shadow of his brothers, never once given a chance to prove himself. And by the time he finally might have, Emperor Kail Letius crushed that opportunity before he could even bloom.

Now, that same man had a chance to rise above his brothers. To take the very seat of power that had always been out of reach. It would be a turning point in his life.

“Someone who knows what it feels like to lose everything will do whatever it takes not to lose again. Because he knows better than anyone how easily it can all be taken away.”

Sieghart’s expression was serious. His confidence wasn’t loud, but it ran deep. He didn’t sound like someone just hoping things would work out—he sounded like someone who had seen it for himself.

Natasha realized it wasn’t just theory. It was based on experience. That’s why it carried so much weight.

A few weeks later, after Enoch and Tisha Winter had been living in the village for about a month, they quietly left.

“Oh dear, leaving so soon?”

“We met someone who might be able to treat my illness. I’m feeling much better now, so we think it’s okay to move.”

Natasha offered a believable excuse to the villagers who were sad to see them go.

Thanks to how convincingly she had acted as a sick woman, not a single person found their sudden departure suspicious. The only thing left were kind farewells and a few requests to write letters from time to time.

After returning to the Aschart estate, Natasha and Sieghart focused completely on what lay ahead. Time was running out, but they couldn’t ignore their duties either. All the backed-up estate work had to be handled, too.

They were so busy, even ten people wouldn’t have been enough.

Then, a few weeks later, a letter arrived from Ron Letius.

It started when Sieghart had sent a message first.

“Are you living happily?”
“If so, I’m sorry, but I may need to take the mansion back.”

He had written it to remind Ron not to get too comfortable. The luxurious home and funds had been given as a gift, but Ron needed to remember they could be taken away at any time.

It was a warning, meant to keep him alert.

Natasha had hoped Ron would understand what Sieghart was really trying to say.

And then his reply came.

It said:

“I’ll help you.
Because I need to take back what should have always been mine.”

It was the perfect answer.

The one they had been waiting for.

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