149: 23 The Only Survived One

23 The Only Survived One

Sibyl’s POV

Nuri was in a good mood, but when the strange man appeared, his brows furrowed.

I sense Nuri doesn't like this man.

I stood behind Nuri and peeked at the man in purple.

His face looks similar to Nuri's, but his body is not as strong as Nuri's. His skin was too pale, his eyes were long and thin, and he had a gloomy air about him.

He wore purple clothes that only nobles could wear and called Nuri his cousin.

He must be Jovon, Nuri's cousin. But I'm not sure about his last name because he was stripped of his Rodriguez name and expelled from the capital.

“There you are,” Nuri said coldly.

“When did you guess I was here?”

Nuri looked at his wrist. There was no cut. “Who was the assassin yesterday?”

Jovon smiled apologetically. “I don't know who the assassin was yesterday, but he followed me to your house.” He cleared his throat unnaturally. “I'm sorry.”

“Why did you come to my house last night?”

“To steal... Oh, no, to see the legendary Dragon Scale,” he said with a smile.

Nuri glared at him. “You made up all the false information about the Dragon Scale, didn't you?”

“I can't keep anything from you. I know the Dragon Scale is in the Dark Valley, but I'm worried that too many people would rush into this town to fight for it. Too many people will die in the Dark Valley and compete with each other. I don't like the idea of this peaceful town turning into a bloody battlefield.”

“So you made up a lot of fake news instead of telling me the truth?”

Jovon laughed. “You are my cousin, but I cannot be partial. I have created a puzzle, and only those who solve it can get the Dragon Scale. Oh, if I was strong enough to defeat the vampire bat, the Dragon Scale would be mine now. I thought it would take you longer to solve the puzzle. To my surprise, your intelligence is growing just as much as your muscles.”

“You're the only one who's as arrogant and boring as ever.”

Nuri took my hand to leave.

Nuri doesn't like his cousin.

“Wait a minute.” Jovon reached out to stop us. “You're not a considerate husband. We've talked so much here, and you still haven't introduced your wife to me.”

“She doesn't want to know you.” Nuri didn't want Jovon to talk to me.

“And she doesn't want to know about her mother?”

When I heard his words, I stopped and looked at him. “You know about my mother.”

He made an inviting gesture. “I don't know who your mother is, but I can help you. I have prepared a room where the oldest nun in the temple is waiting.”

I looked at Nuri with a pleading look, and I didn't want to miss any single piece of news about my mother.

Nuri sighed, took my hand, and followed Jovon into a quiet courtyard away from the tourists.

This is the residence of senior clerics.

Jovon opens a door and I see the back of an old nun.

At the sound, she turned to look at me, as if she had known me for a long time and smiled at me.

I sat across from her with excitement. Nuri sits next to me, his face alert.

“I'm Sibyl Campbell. Do you know anything about my mother?”

“Twenty years ago, King Campbell came to visit our town. He was young, handsome, and attractive. It is said that he liked to seduce virgins and sleep with them, but he did not take any women with him when he returned to the palace. A year later, some women had children out of wedlock, claiming that the father of their children was the king. When the king heard the news, he sent some ministers to take the children back to the palace, only to find that the women and children had been killed.”

Old Nun looked up at me. “The ministers left our town in the dark of night. No one knows what they found, no one knows who they took.”

My voice trembled. “No one in the palace knows where I come from.”

The nun took my hand. “You're the only one who survived. Your eyes are red-brown. It's a sign of the south.”

I tried to suppress my emotions. “Do you know who my mother is?”

“I'm sorry, I don't know. Too many women and children have been killed. We can't even identify them.”

I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the brutal part of the story. “Who killed them?”

“The Queen.”

“The Queen? Why?”

“Because she hated her husband's infidelity but couldn't resist him. She had to take it out on innocent people.”

“Does the King Know?”

“He knows. But the queen is the daughter of the most famous noble family, and the king will not offend her father for the sake of his one-night stand and illegitimate child.”

Nuri said drily, “The Queen's father always hoped that the Queen would have a boy, and that boy would be a crown prince so that he could take control of the country through his grandson.”

“That's a good plan,” Jovon said, smiling as he put down his teacup.

The nun said in a loving voice, “Princess Sibyl, you must have suffered in the palace. I hear the Queen treats princesses badly. Five years ago, when I heard that the palace was going to marry a princess to the king of the Werebear, I was really worried about you. Thank God you weren't sent to the Werebear kingdom.”

“She's my wife now. You don't have to worry,” Nuri said.

The nun looked at Nuri in surprise. “Oh, you must be the hero, Nuri. Oh, thank God, Sibyl married a great husband.”

Nuri told the nun, “We will be returning to the capital soon, and if there is any news about my wife's mother, please let us know.”

“Okay.” Nun nodded.

“Please tell me, too.” Jovon rubbed his chin. “Princess Sibyl is so beautiful, I guess her mother is not an ordinary woman. I'm curious now.”

Nuri was not in the mood to listen to Jovon. He stood up and bowed to the nun. “Sorry to disturb you, but thank you for bringing the news today.”

Nun nodded back.

On the way home, I sat in the carriage, listening to the noise outside, lost in thought.

My mother lived here 20 years ago. She was supposed to be a carefree girl, but he met my father, King Campbell. My father must be very good at pleasing women and making promises to them. After all, no woman can resist the favor of a king.

But the promises of rich and powerful men are easily broken. He didn't take my mother back to the palace. Maybe my mother won't go back with him. They separated, and things calmed down until my mother found out she was pregnant.

I brought her bad luck.

The man who had made a promise to her acquiesced in his wife's assassination.

I don't know what my mother was thinking before she died.

I feel pain. 0

Nuri's big hand touched my back. “It's okay. We'll find your mother.”

“My mother doesn't even have a grave.” I couldn't hold it in any longer, my eyes streaming out.

“I will find her and build her a tomb.”

Nuri held me in his arms.

I held him tight, too.

I've never needed a hug so much.

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Jovon’s POV

After Nuri and Sibyl leave, Manolo comes out from behind a curtain.

He bowed respectfully to the old nun.

I squint at this Manolo.

I didn't know him until this morning. But we have a common goal: to find out the true identity of Sibyl's mother.

My gut tells me it's not that simple.

But we're not the same. I got involved because I was bored, and I didn't want to give up any gossip about Nuri, especially because Nuri cared about his wife so much. But Manolo is obviously more interested in Princess Sibyl, and he knows more than I do.

“Doesn't Sibyl look like a person to you?” Manolo said to the nun.

The nun shook her head. “Speculation is the beginning of trouble. We must be careful what we say and do.”

I saw panic in the nun's eyes.

Who does Nuri's wife look like?

Manolo nodded. “I know. I want to know the truth, but I won't let anyone hurt Sibyl.”

Ha Ha!

Things are getting interesting.

“Do witches still not receive guests?” Manolo asked the nun.

“They have closed all the entrances to the Holy Land for a long time. If you want to visit them, you have to wait until the first full moon in October.”

Manolo nods.

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