I Decided to Kidnap the Male Lead

CH. 3: The Start of Infinite Regression (III)

Even if you learn, the learning time and efficiency would vary depending on whether you have talent or not.

But what if you had to do one thing so many times that you couldn't count it with both hands, in different situations, and if you didn't do it, you would die?

Even if your talent was infinitely close to zero, you would eventually become good at it.

There was no way to live other than that way...

"What sword would I have held? At best, I've only ever held a knife or a letterhead. But it worked. Sneaking behind the assassins and hitting them on the back of the head."

These were words that could be said casually now, and with a slight smile. But at that time, her blood was dry.

In fact, there had been times when her blood did dry up.

She didn't know what the assassin did, but the moment she drank something, she died in a mummy state, with blood gushing out from the holes in her body.

Ophelia's stomach churned when she remembered how she felt at that time.

"Drink."

Seeing the lady's face turning white, Richard held out the teacup he was drinking from.

If anyone saw it, they would be concerned.

There wasn't a single sign of poison, but what one person drank was handed over to another person. If those who teach etiquette had seen it, they would have grabbed the back of their neck and passed out.

However, there was not enough energy left to carefully follow the etiquette, so Ophelia drank the tea he was drinking at once without hesitation and took a deep breath.

Richard, who was looking at her with a deep glance, opened his mouth.

"How many times have you returned from the National Foundation Day?"

"18th... No, after counting to the 18th, I stopped."

"Then, isn't it too early to speculate that the lady's regression is due to me? The regression that ended the moment I survived could be a coincidence."

At first glance, it seemed like a very logical statement, but Ophelia noticed it at once.

A few words from Richard could not shake the conviction she had from throwing her whole body, literally, she used her whole body.

"Your Highness, you're trying to gloss it over because you're too lazy to try anything."

Ophelia's eyes narrowed at him, and Richard nodded his head openly as though he had no intention to make an excuse.

"I don't want to do that anymore."

Ophelia bit her lips at the sound of his dry, sandy voice.

She couldn't say that she fully understood him.

Even if people go through the same thing, each person would have a different way of accepting and overcoming it.

Just as Richard opened his mouth in front of Ophelia, who was in conflict with whether to grab him by the collar or not, a knock sounded.

–Tok tok.

"Your Highness. It's time."

At the sound of a voice outside the door, Ophelia jumped like a harpooned tuna.

She screamed silently, her eyes mixed with bewilderment, astonishment and confusion, looking at the tightly closed door and Richard alternately.

Uh... how? How did he come to know that Richard was here? No, if he knew, then why did he just let it go?