I Decided to Kidnap the Male Lead

Chapter 11: Another Regressor (I)

With her head, Ophelia pressed down onto the pillow.

Its an arrow! No, it can be a trap between the trees, one that can make the neck fly away? And if not, the horse?

The shoulders of Ophelia, who tapped the pillow and pointed out each of the ways a person could die in a hunting competition, soon drooped.

This and that, even if she pondered on her own, it was impossible to know unless she had experienced it, so ultimately, she would have to go through a regression.

If its Richard, no matter what danger comes, he would break through with ease

You have to experience how foolish it is to hope for an end in a place where there is no end in sight.

His terribly dry voice and empty eyes that contained nothing.

Although Ophelia grabbed him by the collar and said they should survive together, she couldnt help but to yell and urge him.

If only you moved, the infinite regression would end!

Its not over its not over.

There would only be one infinite regression taking place at each time.

She gripped her head and moaned.

I dont want to die. Painful, terrible, and indelible memories strangled her neck and clenched her heart when she slept, making her wake up with a groan.

If not because she continued to die and make infinite returns, Ophelia might have used this possession somehow for the future she wanted.

But a home was just a home.

The fire that was at her feet this instant was a miserable and terribly painful death.

Were here.

Upon hearing the coachmans voice, Ophelia raised her head.

She grabbed the doorknob of the carriage, swallowed her dry saliva, and stepped out into the arena of the hunting competition where her battle would be fought.

On the other hand, unlike the very nervous Ophelia, Richard appeared indifferent and even looked bored.

Your Highness, today is the day I

Oh, what are you talking about

Among the prey released this time, a huge white deer

The stories of those who tried to somehow make themselves stand out in order to catch the crown princes eyes and at the same time demean others were always the same, as if they were parrots.

In addition, there were young ladies pretending not to care yet glances around for the possibility that Crown Prince Richard would come to receive a handkerchief, even if it was one-thousandth of a chance.

All of this was terribly familiar to Richard, and it was just extremely boring.

His golden eyes gradually became blurred without containing anything, and eventually the sound became distant and he was about to sink into the silence of his own.

ness. Your Highness?

A red wave flickered in the slowly brightening vision.

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Richard blinked slowly, and met starry blue eyes.

Why are you resting here? Are you in pain somewhere? Do you have a stomach ache? There are people who have a stomach ache when they are nervous

Ah yes.

Something else appeared in this long, inexorable loop of infinite regressions that had corroded and worn him out.

Ophelia. Ophelia Bolsheik.

She was a woman with an extremely clerical face, and one who could tell bizarre stories that no one would ever tell.

Cant you control ants?

Archimedes, the countryside grandfather

Richards lips twitched slightly.

An uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in his life when he was unable to tell if he was alive or dead.

No, should he say that she was a comrade who came up out of nowhere and grabbed his hand?

Hearing Ophelias sincere words that anyone who overheard would have thought of it as a joke, he responded to her with a faint smile that he was not even aware of.

Not me.

What?

You look like you have an upset stomach, not me.

Youre observant. My entire body is shaking, not just my stomach.

Ophelia lowered her voice, revealing that her internal organs were twisted with a very serious face.

An attempt to assassinate of course there is, right?

Yes.

Infinite regression?

Well.

Your Highness, if may I say a word

Ophelia swallowed her saliva and was about to speak up, but Cooper interrupted.

Excuse me.

Whats going on?

Ophelia was forced to take a few steps back at Coopers glance.

Although she was also an aide, there was a clear difference between them.

There was a gap between Cooper, Iris, and Ophelia. The newest aide was unable to access certain information or documents that they could access.

Ophelia didnt resent Cooper for pushing her out of confidential information, as it was understandable considering her length of career and her abilities.

There was only the fatigue of infinite regression, the regret that she had missed the opportunity to appeal desperately and say that she was still unable to endure death, and the pressure to bring it up again somehow.

Contrary to her heart, Coopers report continued for quite a long time.

This information came in this morning. It turns out to be true after three checks.

Marchioness Neir?

Yes.

She suddenly collapsed.

The name of the disease has not been revealed yet, but its said that it has been more than a day since she lost consciousness.

If people say its good for ones health, wouldnt she even eat cockroaches?

There was no record that she had a chronic illness or that she suddenly had a serious illness. There were no doctors in her mansion, and no one rushed to the temple.

Even if the head of the family was down, and if they were trying to solve it only inside the family, being extremely vigilant so that information did not leak out

Its poison.

Yes. We are investigating with that in mind.

Isnt the outline of the culprit clear?

Im sorry.

What about Lady Neir?

She is present.

At Coopers answer, Richards gaze stayed for a moment on the tent where the ladies were in.

Ive compiled a list of those who may be able to get to Marchioness Neir.

Do they have the ability to poison and break through all the safety devices the marchioness put in her house?

Im sorry.

Richard looked at Cooper as he lowered his head, then shook his own head.

The result is that the Marchioness ate poison and fell, and there must be a cause. But there is no need to pick a beehive.

It was a plausible statement, but to begin with, Richard didnt want to waste time and attention on this case.

After all, if he went through infinite regression, the whole story of all the events would be put together piece by piece, and everything would be revealed in the end.

There was no way he was willing to dig with all his heart and soul right now

Shall I back off?

Look into it again if the period of unconsciousness of the marchioness becomes longer.

Yes.

And here are the things James asked for.

I will check and deal with it immediately.

James Gyru was hiding his identity and infiltrating a certain territory.

And the territory was a very dangerous place

If what he needed was not done immediately, he would be in danger.

Cooper stepped back, calling Ophelia close behind me as soon as the conversation was over.

Oh, Ophelia.

Ah yes?

Now that Ophelia was able to convey her tears to Richard, she grabbed hold of her pounding heart, and as she was about to call him, her shoulders shook like a harpooned tuna.

Would you mind checking out the packages for those going on the hunt? There are also beans that you carefully picked out, so itll be twice as rewarding.

At Coopers words, Ophelia nodded her head sullenly.

The time spent working with him was long enough for her to realize that Cooper, who smiles with a nice face, was not really as nice as that face.

When it came to work, he was a human without blood or tears.

With that pleasant visage, Ophelia couldnt make a sound as he gently pushed the paperwork to her.

Richard parted his lips toward such an Ophelia, about to speak to her, but when their eyes met, she shook her head and spoke through mouthing.

Aide.

Richard, reading the shape of her mouth, smirked.

She said she would work like a cow, and apparently it wasnt a lie.

Come to think of it, has Ophelia ever lied in front of him?

The slight smile that spread across Richards lips as he stared at Ophelias small back, which was slowly moving away, could not be erased.

Around the time Ophelia glanced back at Richard with a lingering expression and trudged along to work.

Under a huge tent on the outskirts of the forest where the hunting competition would take place.

Young ladies gathered in twos and threes looked sideways at Ophelia, who was heading somewhere with her red hair flying.

Eventually, when Ophelia disappeared as a dot from their sight, they blinked at each other.

Seeing her with Halsey, shes definitely the new assistant.

Bolsheik?

Who can you think of when you see that bright red hair?

Oh my God, Bolsheik, who would have imagined?

I heard that shes getting engaged and going down to the countryside. Maybe its because of debt.

They say it wasnt about debt. But if you look at Lady Bolsheiks outfit, even though she doesnt have any debt

One of the ladies who had been running her mouth as she pleased coughed briefly and blinked at the surroundings.

As the other ladies closed their mouths one by one, looking at each others eyes furtively, the lady soon opened her mouth.

Come to think of it, I heard that the esteemed daughter of the Marquis of Sheffield visited the aides office.

When questioned if she had met Ophelia openly rather than secretly, Lady Catherine Sheffield only held the teacup without answering.

The lady, unable to contain her curiosity, opened her mouth again, but the instant she met Catherines face, she closed it.

Catherine replied with a blatant sneer.

If youre curious enough to throw away all of your face and shame, why dont you visit Lady Bolsheik as well?

Although humiliated, the lady who asked the question could not counterattack

In the face of Catherines fiery personality, direct way of speaking, and the power of the Marquisate of Sheffield, the lady didnt have the confidence to make a big fuss, because what Catherine said wasnt really wrong.

How long has it been since there was an awkward silence?

Another lady, with a pretentious smile, exaggeratedly folded her fan and parted her lips, speaking towards the one in the top position.

Lady Neir, please tell us what you think.

Ame: Bet Richard will be the first to catch feelings uwu