I’ve Decided to Let You Go - Chapter 109

With Ron Letius, the future heir to the Letius throne, now on their side, Sieghart and Natasha began preparing in earnest for the final day.

There really wasn’t much time left.

As Natasha was writing letters to send to their waiting allies, the sound of rain tapping gently against the window pulled her out of her focus.

The steady patter of the rain seemed to calm her uneasy thoughts. The tension in her body slowly began to ease.

Nervous…

She stared blankly at her slightly trembling hand. She had been running forward, eyes fixed on the goal, ignoring everything else. Only now did she realize it.

She was terrified of the future.

What lay ahead for her and Sieghart was the hope of victory. But even if they were standing on the path to success, no one could say what was waiting on the next step.

It could be triumph.
Or it could be a fall into darkness.

If they succeeded, her long-held dream would come true.

But if they failed…

Everything would end.

Her life. Sieghart’s life. The future of House Aschart.

Not only that. Grand Duke Kshant, who had helped them, his duchy, and the semi-independent states currently under Letius rule would all be destroyed.

Until now, she had only thought about succeeding. She had never considered what failure might cost. But once she allowed herself to think about it, the weight of that possibility began to press down on her.

Realizing that so many fates could depend on her decisions filled her with fear.

She looked out for a long time at the rain-soaked estate. The gloomy, heavy view outside reminded her too much of the future ahead. A delayed wave of emotion began to pull her under.

Her hopes began to drift away, swept along by the storm of her own doubt.

Her fingers tightened around the window frame.

It will be fine.

There was no turning back now.

And the truth was, she had never planned to turn back in the first place.

You’ve worked so hard to get here.

Trying to escape the weight of her emotions, Natasha traced her memories backward.

She had escaped from Sieghart Aschart, who once felt like her captor, and fled to the Galonde Empire. There, she laid the first stones for her revenge. From that moment on, she had never stopped moving forward.

For revenge. For restoration. For everything she had lost.

You stayed alive for that one day.

This was a life she had earned after dying inside over and over again.

A life meant to take revenge on those who had ruined her. A life meant to reclaim what was hers.

She closed her eyes, and painful memories came rushing back.

A stolen and scattered kingdom. A royal family erased from history. She, the last surviving heir of Charlier. And the monster who had tortured her.

Overwhelmed by the images flashing through her mind, Natasha opened her eyes with a gasp.

The cold and lifeless estate she had seen outside was gone.

Now, beneath the sunlight, the Aschart estate looked calm and peaceful, as if touched by divine grace.

She saw familiar faces.

Jenkins, who managed the estate. Meliana and Vanessa, always cheerful and bright. The proud knights of House Aschart, standing tall as always.

She saw Sieghart.
And walking beside him was Natasha Aschart.

Yes. I’ll be alright.

What she saw was an illusion. A fleeting vision shaped by her deepest hopes.

There was no need to ask why her dream of the future led back to the Aschart estate. No need to question why Sieghart was standing beside her in that vision.

Because deep down, her heart already knew the answer.

What she wanted was simple.

To overcome the past. To take a real step into the future. To finally move toward the kind of happiness she had only ever dreamed of.

And Sieghart being part of that dream was no longer something she could deny.

It was the day the long rainy season finally came to an end.

The moment it passed, clear skies stretched wide over the Aschart estate. A fresh spring breeze gently swept through, signaling a new beginning.

While walking through the estate, Natasha smiled quietly as she admired the beautiful scenery around her. In the north, spring came late and left quickly. That made every moment of it feel precious.

And sometimes, it only pretended to be spring. The next day could bring a storm, so you had to enjoy it while you could.

As she continued her walk, Jenkins gently whispered that it was probably time to head back.

She had finished her duties for the day, so she was curious why he was suggesting it. His nervous look and the sweat forming on his brow gave her the answer.

It wasn’t about logic. It was about the source.

“Yes, I know,” he said, forcing a smile. “You wouldn’t catch a cold from just a spring breeze. You’re not someone who’d fall ill so easily. But still…”

But you know how he is.

Natasha sighed and looked at him. Yes, she knew. There was no point in arguing. She couldn’t change that man’s stubbornness.

With the bright moon rising behind her, she returned to the mansion.

Inside her office, now perfectly clean and quiet, three letters sat on the table.

She picked up the top one, sealed in a soft pink envelope. With a letter opener, she gently sliced the top and pulled out the paper.

“Thank you for sharing the plan.
I’ll send knights from the duchy the day before the full moon. How many do you need? Just tell me the number.”

It was a letter from Grand Duke Kshant.

A few days earlier, Natasha had sent him a report explaining the progress they had made. She told him they had discovered the location of the secret room in the palace and secured Ron Letius as an ally.

The Grand Duke, without waiting for any request, had offered support on his own. He even said they could ask for as many soldiers as they needed. It was a generous gesture, especially from a man who had once sold her to Sieghart to protect his duchy.

“There’s no need to feel burdened by this offer. You know as well as I do that failure would mean the fall of the duchy too.”

The next part of the letter made Natasha smile. It was written like a rambling monologue, as if the Grand Duke were trying to explain himself before she had even reacted.

“I remember the day you promised to take your kingdom back. Back then, I thought you were just a reckless woman who had lost everything. But now, you’ve come all this way.
Be careful.
Your representative.”

Your representative.

Natasha smiled faintly at how the Grand Duke had described himself. The writing was a bit stiff, but it carried a surprising warmth.

She placed his letter to the side and picked up the next one. This envelope was a graceful, deep shade of violet.

Just like before, she carefully opened it and took out the letter inside.

“I can’t believe the last heir of Charlier is really making all this happen.
I was surprised when you told me you found the secret door. But what came next was even more impressive. Your plan sounds so well thought out, it’s almost exciting just to hear about it.”

This letter came from the Emperor of the Galonde Empire.

“It seems better to send my shadows a little early. About two days after you receive this letter, my agents will arrive at your estate. They’re skilled. I’m sure they’ll be useful.
I hope you haven’t forgotten the price we agreed on.
Good luck.”

He was confirming that the shadow agents he promised would be arriving soon. Galonde’s support was now officially in place.

With a lighter hand, Natasha picked up the last letter. This one came in a plain envelope, with no design or color.

“She said the night before the festival, security will be weaker.
Because the festival happens during the day, the knights’ training, which usually lasts into the early morning, will end much earlier.
Also, some knights are being sent to the capital for the festival. So the palace itself will be left with fewer guards than usual.”

This letter came from Sir Dante. It contained the results of an investigation Natasha had secretly asked him to carry out.

The night before the festival, when the operation would begin, the palace’s defenses would be unusually light. It was exactly the news she had hoped for.

“I bought the drug in advance from the black market.
The Emperor usually has tea after dinner, so I told her to mix the drug into his tea.
If he drinks it, he’ll be in a deep sleep for about six hours.”

He also mentioned that all the small details for the mission were being handled.

The person who would deliver the drug to Emperor Kail Letius was Kayeina Ten.

She was the only one who could get close enough to do it. The Emperor would never expect someone like her. A man like him never suspects the weak.

Although all of her duties for the day were finished, Natasha still hadn’t returned to her room. Writing replies to three important letters had kept her up through the night.

After finishing her responses to Grand Duke Kshant, the Emperor of Galonde, and Sir Dante, she stretched quietly at her desk.

Without realizing it, the stars had faded and the sun was rising. She could’ve sworn the moon was still out when she entered the office.

Before leaving, she stepped toward the window to draw the curtains. But just as she reached for them, her hand froze.

Outside, the Aschart estate was bathed in warm sunlight. It looked peaceful, like it was truly blessed by the gods.

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