[Part 2] Death Is The Only Ending For The Villain (FOR OFFLINE READING PURPOSE)

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Despite the sudden appearance of the real daughter, she remained calm.
The act of avoiding a chaotic atmosphere, and pushing forward with the ceremony calmly was more graceful and dignified than any other noble.
This didn't fit her with the nickname nickname "Eckart's crazy dog" at all. "For the heroine."

As she said it in the low voice as if it was a magic spell, the time of all those in the hall stopped at that moment.

In the meantime, the woman who raised her glass to herself, and drank the wine at a gulp. "Cough."

Then she collapsed, throwing up blood. The dark pink hair, close to red, slowly faded like a falling flower.

So, Derrick could not immediately tell what was wrong. Not only that, but Yvonne, Renald, and the Duke who were standing right next to her, stood frozen, unaware of the situation.

The crumbling woman's body managed to hold onto the table. "Cough!"

But once again, the small body fluttered and threw up more blood. "Watch out…!"

"AAAAAAA-!"

With a shriek a step later, the ceremony became a mess in a moment. "Pennell…"

Derrick moved his lips and stepped forward instinctively. It was then.

"Penelope Eckart–!"

Peoeog-! Someone pushed his body hard.

As he staggered and lost his balance, Derrick wondered at the brief moment, when he saw the fluttering blonde hair.

The Crown Prince, who was sitting in the back, was running as if he was tornado. As if he had moved in a flash, he arrived and embraced the body that was collapsing close to him.

And at the same red liquid quickly moved at his white uniform.

Only then did Derrick realize that what Penelope had thrown up was blood. At the same time something huge began to weigh on his shoulders and he could not move his body.

He just open his eyes and look at the dark red hair drooping from the Crown Prince's arms. "Call the doctor, Call the doctor! Quickly!"

With Penelope in his arms, the Crown Prince was in a quiver.

The thunderous voice finally unraveled the numb atmosphere. One by one, the frozen guests, filled with

astonishment, began to move.

"Open your eyes, princess. Huh? Do not close it, no. Please, please…"

Not caring of the sticky blood on his hands, the Crown Prince stroked Penelope and whispered.

There was a strange feeling of affection between the two of them, about whom there were various rumors.

The Duke, who came to his senses late, approached them with a pale face. "…Your, Your Highness."

"Fuck, when the hell will the doctor comes? Don't you see she is dying?"

(*Note: I know that this is not the right time to say thisssss, but I'm loving this moment! Ehem! Okay sorry)

But as soon as he spoke, the Crown Prince flared and bursted with anger. As if the Duke would take away the woman in his arms.

"I, I can save her life!"

Then, someone shouted urgently. "The Marquis of Verdandi."

It was none other than Vinter who emerged from the crowd.

He quickly approached the Crown Prince, who was holding the unconscious princess with a pale complexion.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, please allow me to see her for a moment." "What are you going to do?"