I Will Be The New Me
CHAPTRE 49

"QUICK CHECK MY FOOD!"

The waiter continued to be ordered by Vincent to taste all the food served to him. Even though he had tried, Vincent would not end up eating the food provided by the waiter, he continued to buy food from the restaurant. "There was no toxic reaction. Maybe I was too parno, after all Quinn showed no signs. He's just busy with his own activities."

Vincent with his feet resting, his fingers busy tapping the table. His brain was currently busy working on finding a way to eliminate Quin first. "But if he doesn't make a move and I attack him first, then I'll end up bad. You won't forgive me."

"Your Majesty, we have prepared your favorite porridge."

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Vincent could not distract him from the bowl of red bean porridge that had been his favorite since childhood. "Give me the spoon!" the man is clamorous. Instantly Vincent forgot that a few seconds ago he was still worried that the food he consumed would be poisoned.

A few minutes after feeling full, Vincent regained consciousness. "I-I'm fine, aren't I?" he checked his own body, nothing changed or there was a stomach ache wrapped around it. The pilot ventured to speak his mind. "Your Majesty, maybe you're too worried about something. Don't you feel tired yourself? You're not free to eat anything."

"Be quiet, I'm not asking the servant for an opinion! go there!"

"Okay, Your Majesty."

After the servant left, Vincent considered his words. "True, maybe I'm the one who believes too much in the rumors. Quinn didn't seem to be doing anything that put my life at risk. I was so scared I couldn't think."

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Bastien's eldest son was shocked. He was too focused on what he was afraid of, so when someone in his mind appeared right in plain sight, Vincent felt his heart almost switch places.

"Oh, is Uncle still here?"

Quinn had just entered the dining room, he had deliberately separated his meal time with Vincent because the man seemed very lazy to eat alone with him.

The blonde-haired man turned his back unwillingly to look at his nephew "I'm leaving now."

"Yes, happy activities."

Quinn smiled amiably as she waved lightly as Vincent passed her.

"I've already sent the court's application letter," Quinn bit her fingernails agitatedly, "next only to await the palace's decision. It means whether or not the hearing is in Raiden's hands, will he approve the hearing?" to be honest this time Quinn wasn't sure Raiden would just grant her request. He likes to make things harder.

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Raiden had just walked out of the meeting room after an hour of more discussion about his coronation as the next King. Kaisen can no longer lead. Moreover, there has never been a law in the Ethereal Kingdom that states that the next Prince or Crown Princess may only be appointed as King or Queen when the previous leader of the country has died.

A palace secretary who accompanied Raiden during Kaisen's duties came to his room. "Your Majesty, Lady Shuvillian has sent me a letter. It's really interesting."

Raiden, who looked a little tired, was excited to see what Quinn would do again. "Where's the letter?" the secretary immediately gave a formal written letter from Quinn.

Raiden read everything written in the letter, he so much that he stuck his chin because he was too sedentary. It's all clearly written in there. "Hmm..Well how, huh?" mummy Raiden is considering his decision.

Over night, Quinn turns into a very different girl. He who was once not knowledgeable suddenly could easily write a letter about the filing of the trial. What could he do? that's what Raiden thought for a moment. But that he tepis as soon as he remembered Quinn had indeed changed since their first meeting after several months of not meeting.

Jean, who was standing next to Raiden's desk, said, "That's very suspicious. Despite the rumors about the Word of God, what advantage did he get from reporting his own uncle?" he said he questioned Quinn's true purpose.

Raiden sighed, "let's go. What was clear, looking at this data, the amount of human trafficking that Viscount and his group had conducted was extremely high. This must have disturbed his pure heart."

"Purely?" repeat Jean. However, Jean and Raiden both no longer think Quinn is a good girl who does not even have the heart to kill a fly. Judging from his sharp gaze and ingenious actions, Quinn who was now clearly capable of doing something considered criminal.

"Haha kidding," Raiden replied as he reread the appendix to his letter, "what good is Quinn after?" the young man continued to rack his brain in search of a reasonable answer. A grin was engraved on his thin lips.

He would not care if his reputation deteriorated or hated his own family,

Because she'll still be safe if I help her and make her my queen.

Raiden knocked on his desk, "The circulating God's Word does indeed say 'Quinn will kill his uncle', but the so-called death is not only physical. Reporting his uncle's crimes was akin to wiping out his uncle's existence from society. To a noble, a deformed name could not be completely restored and would be a wound down to the next generation," Raiden tilted his head slightly "By following the Word of God he could clear his own name, no one dared to blatantly blame him for the Word. That way, he can turn the crisis into a golden opportunity, right?"

"Ah, right too..."

"Haah.I got excited again," Raiden smiled with satisfaction, his cheeks popping a reddish tinge. "Look, right? from the beginning everything was in my hands. Even though he rejected me strongly, now he crawled up and asked for my help."

Raiden was silent for a moment, he glanced at another document that was on the table of his room, "but I am still busy with my coronation preparations. It's a little difficult to hold a trial this close. Just refuse his request," Raiden gave Quinn's letter to his secretary.

"All right, Your Majesty. I'll tell Lady Shuvillian soon."

Kaisen's only son moved out of his chair, "I want to go to the basement. You don't have to come with me. Just check on Gray, watch all the plants he uses."

"Okay, Prince."

There was something stuck in Raiden's mind. Before attending the meeting, he visited Kaisen in his stuffy room. He remained helpless as before, but his body temperature was more stable. "Is Gray planning to betray me? I've been limiting all the plants she needs to use."

Raiden entered a room inside the basement. "It is time for me to feed you again" Raiden murmured as he approached two eggs ten times the size of a typical poultry egg.

Raiden slashed his palm and dripped blood on the two eggs. Instead of dripping, Raiden's blood was absorbed into the egg white shell. "I hope you guys get out of here soon."

Quinn gathers with Finn, Julien, and Rupert at Blackrose's office. He showed the three handsome young men who voluntarily became his supporters. Quinn was not willing to meet, but Finn continued to persuade her until she was tired of hearing her voice.

"My request was denied. I've been informed that the palace is currently busy preparing for Raiden's coronation as King. At least two more weeks of the event will be held, but I want the trial to be over before then" Quinn said.

Julien reads the rejection letter with Rupert, "He did not elaborate on his refusal. Is it possible just because it's busy preparing for the coronation?" july asked, not understanding.

Quinn crossed both hands in front of the chest, she pointed at her own head, "of course another new game."

"Games?" the third parrot of the man.

"Raiden wants to make me do something more desperate, like pleading under his feet or something that makes him free to control me. Well, but I had expected this to happen and from the beginning I had been preparing another way to get Raiden to comply with my request."

Rupert smiled broadly, "can you think of a new way?" ask her enthusiastically.

Finn hung his chin as he looked at Quinn's face after goal "then what's your plan for us? wait, you don't intend to go forward alone anymore, do you? cooperate better, we can shorten the time."

"That's right, Lady. We're willing to help whatever we can" Julien said.

Rupert stroked his chin, he looked at Quinn full of question marks "what is the plan you have to persuade the Crown Prince?"

Quinn flicked her index finger into the air "By endangering my own life of course. You all know I'm friends with Raiden, right? he'll help me as soon as possible."

Raiden won't let me die except in his hands. If I die beyond his reach he can wrath and slaughter anyone who has ruined his plans long ago.

Quinn continued his explanation of "Baron, can you take the children to another place? close with Helldelune to make the preparations more mature," the girl then looked at Rupert. "Mr Rupert, can you escort me later? I mean, wait where I've been pointing."

Finn kicked the desk in disbelief, "Sorry, if I'm presumptuous. Lady, isn't the one who has taken the oath of allegiance me? why is it Rupert you've been tasked with escorting you?"

Quinn deliberately did not look at the face of his personal Knight, "you see, Finn always put forward personal emotions that will hinder the mission. Next I have a personal mission for Finn. Of course it's his job to help Penelope be a witness."

Julien and Rupert gasped in shock "You also implicated Lady Penelope?" ask Rupert in disbelief.

"Yes. That's why I'm asking you to escort me, not help witness Uncle Vincent's crimes against me. If you guys meet, he'll probably be shocked and assume you've betrayed him."

Rupert scratched his temple while avoiding eye contact with Quinn, "actually I've indeed betrayed," the young man's inner self-righteousness hinted.

Quinn let out a long sigh, he was exhausted from saying many explanatory sentences of the plan in the brain. It's easier to work alone, but the key holders of success in the trial are on them as well. "I'm going to send a doctor to the house the boys were treated for, Baron Julien."

Julien shook his head disapprovingly, "I'm very grateful for your concern, but I've paid the doctor to take care of their mental health."

"Not for the mental, Baron. I want to send him just in case."

"...i understand, Lady," Julien could not stop being amazed by Quinn's cleverness and authority that currently seemed professional. He can quickly think of his next strategy and divide the task according to the attitude of colleagues, not by the relationship of closeness.

Quinn explained all at length, of course he still kept some other aspects that he deliberately kept to himself so that everything he could predict without making the three men lose concentration when the time came.

After I tied the contract with Sky, I was able to see the aura of someone. They have sincere intentions, I might be able to trust them for this task.

"You understand, don't you?"

"Yes, Lady," the three replied in unison.

"I need to go back now. Uncle seems to have tightened his surveillance on me."

"How do you know that, Lady?" ask Rupert.

"Even if I look like this, I'm sensitive enough."

After returning from the Blackrose Guild, Quinn began to prepare everything, to battle Vincent. The man with the title of Viscount was resting inside his room while thinking of how to kill Quinn. "It is impossible that the boy killed his own uncle. But if uncle killed nephew, that's more natural. I need to get Penelope elected Queen of Ethereal."

Vincent massaged both sides of his forehead while thinking about what to do next. "Penelope yesterday had spent time with the Prince, at least my daughter was better known by him. I just need to visit the palace to look for face."

"Nobody can be my daughter's rival including Quinn herself. He's just a bothersome pebble. Getting rid of it would make things easy for Penelope."

While Quinn was soaking in her bathtub, Emily came inside and whispered something to him, "Your Majesty, you got another letter from the Crown Prince."

The black-haired girl tofu frowned in surprise, "she just rejected my request, can she change her mind so quickly? read it to me, Emily."

..."To Lady Quinn de Alger Shuvillian,...

...Lately you must have been restless because rumors about the cruel Word of God spread throughout the country. I personally want to cheer you up, as a friend who always wants to help. ...

...Come to the palace and be a special guest here....

...I look forward to your presence tomorrow afternoon."...

Quinn smiled in anguish after hearing the contents of his letter, "Raiden Vill de Sorrentine. You're so pathetic" Quinn put on a smile, he almost laughed like a doormat. How not, Raiden thought that the rumors about the Word of God were true, even though Quinn himself had deliberately changed the contents.

The next day, rumors that Quinn was invited to the palace spread as fast as lightning. Most likely it was Raiden himself.

"It's obvious that inviting Lady Quinn is the Crown Prince himself."

"Hey, is it possible that the Crown Prince was about to interrogate Lady Quinn because of that Word?"

"Eitherway. The word that he's going to destroy the land is horrible."

"But if Lady Quinn is summoned for interrogation, should the Crown Prince send his Knight army to bring Lady to the palace."

Everyone, especially the elites and nobles, were cautious when talking about Quinn. No one knows what Raiden's plans for the summoning are, good or bad. If Raiden defends Quinn, then the history of people who still dare to berate or gossip the slanted news about the girl.

Emily poured a glass of apples for Quinn who was still relaxing in the shower this morning, "They all seemed to be silent and watching what would happen to you next after the invitation to the palace."

Quinn drank his apple juice while half daydreaming, "Of course they should take a look first. If Raiden does not support me, they will definitely provoke many parties to join in rejecting my existence here. They don't know what Raiden and I are talking about."

Emily looked at Quinn "Your Highness, it looks like you have to buy a new dress for you to wear later during the day when you go to the palace," she said after learning that Quinn had never bought a new dress at all during her stay at this Lombard palace. "What kind of dress do you want?"

Quinn speechless. He remembered his past which could be called as bad memories. Quinn used to follow what Raiden liked. If Raiden says he likes blue dresses, Quinn will wear them. If Raiden likes emerald cobbled necklaces, Quinn will wear them. He always wanted to appear perfect in the eyes of the Crown Prince.

"Heh, new dress? I'm not going to meet someone who deserves to make a big effort out of the preparations I've made."

Quinn got up from her bathtub, "I'm going to wear what I love. Emily, get those clothes ready for me."

"Okay, Your Majesty."

Quinn had already bet a lot on his backup plan.

The fight with the Crown Prince is about to begin.