I Will Avoid The Death Flag [It's Published]
28. Request

Viten breathed heavily. The seven people who attacked Serethy completely closed their mouths tightly so that information about them was unintentionally spoken.

Even though some of the torture-specialized warriors had tortured them to find out who sent them, they remained silent.

And although Viten himself cut off their fingers one by one, listening to their horrible and miserable screams echoing in the dungeon, they kept their mouths shut.

Or when their bodies had been bathed in thick red blood, the drops kept dripping onto the dull bricks of the torture chamber. When their skin was slashed, whipped, beaten, cut. They just screamed, but kept their mouths shut about the group's true identity.

It was an unquestionable loyalty back.

The only information that was easily obtained was the elegant silver emblem that was on their respective robes.

It was the symbol of a bird flapping its wings with three red stars surrounding it. It was beautiful and at the same time very mysterious.

Viten never knew what community overshadowed the emblem. Is it a faction or an organization? What are their aims, who are their leaders, are they the people of Asher or the region of Matria? Viten doesn't know.

However, the man's hypothesis says that the group has one main goal, which is to destroy the Asher Kingdom. It was evident from the seven people who attacked Serethy to kill him.

The prophecy says that the queen chosen directly by the Sun God will prosper the kingdom. Serethy was one of two candidates for the queen, of which Serethy himself had the potential to prosper the Kingdom of Asher as predicted.

The other party will kill Serethy to prevent Asher's prosperity from happening. They wanted to make the Asher Kingdom remain under the shadows and pitch darkness. That is, what Viten could think.

Viten shook his head small, his eyes misty and Viten could not stare at the administrative documents in front of him clearly. Viten also more and more often lost his concentration so that work will be difficult for Viten.

For the past seven days, Viten had trouble sleeping well. The reason was of course because he was worried about Serethy who was in a deep dream.

Viten's health declined, and Viten felt that this was ridiculous. Worrying about a former prisoner of war about the fate of the woman in the future, whether the woman will live or die.

In fact, Viten should not worry about the woman. Viten should not have raised the social status of the woman from a lowly prisoner of war to a great princess. Viten does not need to provide beautiful dresses and charming shoes for the woman. Viten does not need to give the woman a place to stay or fancy food to eat.

However, something inside him had even been turbulent first. This happened the second time they met in Viten's private room.

Serethy is a strange person. In his eyes, there was no despair in which most people would have thought that their lives would end there. Unlike Serethy, what was imprinted behind her violet bead was confident.

He truly believed that he would live on.

That's how curiosity even develops into something foreign and new. Again and again. Until Viten barely knew to be taken to a time of a booming feeling in his chest. Strange feeling, but opium and seducing.

"Your Majesty!"

Viten jumped in shock when his private workspace opened without permission.

Viten almost yells angrily at whoever it is before Viten realizes that the person is a knight that Viten personally assigned to look after Serethy.

"What's going on?"

Fear rules Viten. Viten is afraid something unpleasant will happen to Serethy. He stood up from his seat and approached the knight.

However, Viten's worries were apparently in vain when he saw the knight's bright highlight.

"Your Majesty, forgive me for trespassing. But, Princess! The Princess opened her eyes!"

Viten paid no heed to the knight's words anymore and immediately ran towards a destination.

It was a room.

The room space inhabited by the man Viten now admits, he loves.

Viten opened the door quickly, making the four people inside there instantly give Viten his attention.

Viten bit his lower lip, all the feelings of worry and fear finally broke when he found the owner of pink hair displaying his glowing violet bead, flashing as if looking for the attention of Viten, which apparently does not need to work hard because even from now all the property of the woman has attracted the attention of Viten.

Viten approached, then he could finally feel a familiar presence that made his heart feel at ease. Serethy's pale cheeks had also now restored her essence, her lips returning to a natural red color, and Serethy looked alive.

"Serethy," call Viten. Something inside his chest cavity churned. Truly, for God's sake, Viten was grateful that Serethy reopened his eyes.

"Your Majesty."

Even listening to her voice alone, it was able to make Viten's heart filled with spring flowers.

"It fits so well. I have a request. I want to throw a party."

And Viten felt that his spring blossoms were shed instantly.

...***...

I opened my eyes.

Ah, how I wish I could still stay in the Sun Castle rather than in the Palace of Happiness. The Sun Castle has a ceiling made of real clouds, that's cool. While the Palace of Happiness, yes, it has cool gold carvings, but the clouds are more amazing.

And I sighed as soon as I realized that I had to continue living here while accepting the fact that I was going to be the queen, no, I had to be the queen. This is Angelina's request in person.

"Mr Princess?"

Hearing that voice after a long time made me opiate.

In the corner of my eyes, I could see the glare of disbelief clearly imprinted on the soft cream bead.

How I just realized that I miss the Fallen Angel, Sir Derick.

"Mr Princess!"

"Serritty!"

And for some reason, I was surrounded by three men who I thought were in my room before I even realized. What are they doing in my room, hanging out? Riia gossip? Well, whatever, as long as they don't torture me, that's fine for me.

"Good morning, Sir Derick, Prince Cioten, and Young Master Axel" I said calmly.

I then tried to enforce the position of my body, which was immediately assisted by the three swiftly.

"Mr Princess!" Axel knelt beside me, his hands clasping my fingers. And what do I see here? His eyes were glazed over and something immediately fell there.

She ... crying?

"You don't know how scared I am, Princess."

"Young Master Axel, please don't cry," I said, calming Axel down by stroking his back.

"I'm afraid the Princess left me, I'm so scared. Thank goodness the Princess regained consciousness, I will make many offerings to the Sun God."

Well, that would make Angelina feel so happy.

"Yes, just do it, Young Master Axel."

"Sure!"

Not having time to reply to Axel's words, the young master of one had already been rudely pushed by the one existence I never expected, Cioten.

"Geez, Serethy!" Cioten now clasped my finger, replacing Axel's warmth.

Axel himself looked dissatisfied, but could not get angry. It was because Cioten was a prince and Axel was only the son of the Marquis.

"You're making everyone worry, Serethy. You should have woken up sooner. Aweek? Do you know how worried Big Brother and I are? We wait for you to wake up every day. And thank goodness you opened your eyes today, Serethy."

"Prince, I thank you for worrying about me," I replied as long as I didn't know what to do.

Now, Cioten even stroked my pink hair gently. "I'm your brother, I should be worried about you, shouldn't I?"

"Of course, Prince. Thank you very much."

Cioten had not had time to reply, my room door had been opened first. And Viten walked into my room with slow but sure steps.

Viten looks really bad. His black hair was even messy, the eye bags in the fertilizer became thick, and did his skin turn pale? Is there something wrong with him? Well, I don't care.

"Serethy," call Viten in a soft? I didn't hear wrong?

I gave Viten a sweet big smile. "Your Majesty. It fits so well. I have a request. I want to throw a party."

Yeah, I have to throw a party. I've discussed this together with Angelina with the intention of resolving my issues with Clare.

Once again reminded, Clare is my problem. And Angelina was so obsessed with making me beat Clare. So, this is a step up from my first plan.

"Huh?"

Not only did Viten give me a strange highlight, but the other three also gave me an equally strange look as well.

Makes sense.

I just woke up and what I said for the first time was to throw a party. Am I crazy? Do I want to die of suffocation after being in a coma for seven days? That must be what they were thinking.

"Did a coma make you lose your mind?" ask Viten with a frown on his forehead.

"Of course not, Your Majesty. I'm in a hundred percent predicament to be sure that I have common sense."

"Then why throw a party when you just wake up?" axel asked in surprise.

"I'm sure the coma drove Serethy crazy. Or not, his head was still foggy," muttered Cioten, who could still be heard by me.

"I beg you, Your Majesty. Let me throw a party."

"No," Viten quickly refused. "You just woke up from a coma and what you want is a party? You need to rest."

"How about this, Your Majesty. I'll rest for two days and throw a party on the third day?"

"One month."

I glared, it was too long. Angelina wants me to launch a plan as soon as possible to prevent the falsehood of the word again.

Because for whatever sake, Angelina hated it when her name was used to take advantage of others and lied to many people like Clare.

Well, count me back for her service for putting me in this novel. Angelina should have put me in a better novel, like a novel without a psychopath and a threat to psychological health.

But forget it, this is an opportunity to live a new life.

"One week," I said.

"Three weeks."

"Eight days?"

"Three weeks."

"Nine days?"

"Two and a half."

"Ten days?"

"Serethy." Viten stared at me sharply. "Come on, I'm just worried about your health. Stop being stubborn and throw away the thought of partying. What do you get out of partying?"

"But Your Majesty, if not hurry, it might be Miss Clare who will win the competition to become queen."

Viten finally gave me full attention. Actually not only Viten, I was even surrounded by everyone who inhabited my room.

"So, I must launch my plan as soon as possible, Your Majesty."

Viten sighed. "All right, one week. One week of rest and a party will be held. I'll take care of it on your behalf, so you don't have to bother and rest."

Viten was devastated when I told him that Clare was going to win the competition. In fact, Clare had lost from the beginning when she intended to fake Angelina's words, while I was the one who would be the permanent winner.

...***...

At nightfall, the luna rays inserted the window glass whose curtains were open. His light shone on the face of the person he loved.

Sir Derick knelt on the floor, right next to Serethy's bed.

Sir Derick looked at the sleeping face of Serethy with a gentle look in his eyes and a sweet smile on his red blushing lips.

"Mr Daughter" muttered Sir Derick. "You're so amazing."

Silent.

Sir Derick's hand went up. "Sorry, I'm presumptuous." Then, the fingers landed on a strand of Serethy's pink hair. She then gently stroked Serethy's head.

"Mr Princess, if I'm to be honest with you, I feel annoyed right now."

Pause. Sir Derick really enjoyed this, spending time alone with Serethy. It couldn't really be said to be spending time alone, as Serethy was sleeping.

She had a pretty face, Serethy. Everything about Serethy. Either his cheeks are soft, his eyelashes are pliable and long, a beautiful figure like an angel who fell, then a bright red hue on his lips.

Sir Derick was stunned.

"I'm upset. You are surrounded by a man who loves you. Why, Princess? If Your Majesty will probably make sense, because His Majesty is the one who made you a Princess. However, why with Prince Cioten and Young Master Axel? Why do they love the Princess too? Princess, I beg you, I beg you. Am I not enough to love the Princess?"

Sir Derick unintentionally uttered all the words he had been dwelling on in his heart all this time.

However, Sir Derick could not stop revealing everything until the heavy feeling in his chest dissolved.

What Sir Derick felt when he saw Serethy surrounded by the man was great jealousy. Something inside Sir Derick was stirring violently. It was so painful when Sir Derick felt jealous, but he could not do anything because of his social status which was the personal knight of the Princess.

A personal knight should not interfere in the affairs of their master. Unrightfully. Because their job is to guard, not interfere.

"Mr Princess, please say. Am I not enough to love you? Shouldn't I deserve to love you? But I really love you, it's so deep that it feels claustrophobic."

The silence of Sir Derick.

The man did not speak anymore and simply looked at Serethy's sleeping face, before he finally walked out of the room.

The thing Sir Derick doesn't know is that Serethy isn't sleeping, he listens to all the junk he's got out of him.

"Damn it, Sir Derick loves me? This is serious," muttered Serethy in a quiet voice. "What if the plot follows the novel? That when Sir Derick loved Serethy, Viten would behead him? I don't want to. Serethy, so what you have to do is pretend you don't know and don't love behind Sir Derick. If so, the Fallen Angel will finally start her role and I don't want the novel plot to happen at all."

Serethy intends in her heart that she will not fall in love with Sir Derick, her goal is to protect Sir Derick's life from a deranged scoundrel.