I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 47

Revolutionary Period – Black Rose (1)

Lumière Saint-Just Club, capital of the Francia Republic.

“Councilor Saint-Juste, how on earth did this happen?”

“How can you say that everything you try fails?”

Amid the barrage of interrogation, Saint-Just bit his lip.

“Say something! “Isn’t it the lawmaker who confidently suggested that we deal with that temptress!”

It was good that they vigorously set out to assassinate Christine Daquiten, but all their attempts completely failed.

I tried all sorts of methods, but without exception, I was unable to contact anyone who had infiltrated her to assassinate her.

“How many people were caught? “How much information must they have given away!”

“If we keep going like this, instead of catching that witch, we’ll end up getting caught!”

And despite this, Christine Daquiten took no action.

If an assassination attempt was discovered, it would be normal to react with a fuss, a warning, or something else, but she acted as if nothing had happened.

Like a spider lurking quietly in the dark, spreading out a dense web and sucking in anything that approaches.

Rather, it made Saint-Just and his fellow lawmakers’ anxiety soar to the extreme.

‘Damn that accursed black seductress…!’

Saint-Just broke into a cold sweat as he remembered Christine’s abyss-like, inorganic and cold eyes.

“The Marquis de Lafayette will soon arrive in the capital! Do you think that witch of Aquitaine will still stay still then?”

At the moment when everyone’s sense of crisis and fear was increasing, Saint-Just closed his eyes tightly and opened his mouth.

“Now that things are like this, wouldn’t it be better to accept their offer?”

There was silence.

It is their vice. This is an offer they should never have accepted.

However, no one could say out loud that this should not be done.

In any case, if we remain silent like this, most of the radicals, at least Saint-Just and the lawmakers in this position, will surely suffer.

Because Maximilien Isidor is not a person who covers up his faults just because he is from the same faction.

“…It is no longer time to choose between means and methods. Since life or death is at stake for all of us, let’s lend our strength for a moment to fight against our common enemy.”

It is better to hold the hand of the devil than to sit still and let the witch do the trick.

In this way, they rationalized their actions of lending power to the enemies of the republic.

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The assassination attempts by radical lawmakers were indeed crude and easy to understand.

Christine, who learned how to manage the top and information organizations from the age of 10, has been accustomed to using information and people as her cards for a very long time.

It is not so clumsy as to be defeated by the sighing attempts of those who have never dealt with assassination properly.

Her pride wouldn’t allow her to fall for such a trick.

Still, fending off the constant assassination attempts was an exercise in itself, and Christine Daquiten closed her eyes for a moment while riding in the carriage.

“Are you okay, sister?”

“…huh. It’s okay, Louis. “I’m just a little tired.”

Christine answered Lewis with her eyes closed.

In fact, since we decided to send Lewis to the Magic Kingdom to study, there is no need to train him to manage the upper level now.

But Christine didn’t want it to look like she was deporting Louis abroad.

I especially didn’t want Louis to think that since he was going to become a wizard, the job in Aquitaine would be good.

“Your Excellency the Count. Im here.”

Christine sighed lightly at the sound of Baron Charon’s voice coming from outside.

I’m tired, but I have to do my job.

Christine slowly opened her eyes and made eye contact with Lewis, who was examining her face as if he was worried, even though he was trying not to show it.

Christine just smiled at Lewis as gently as possible.

Just like I intentionally did to my younger brother that day.

Lewis looked at her for a moment and then quietly averted his gaze.

Christine quietly looked at her younger brother.

Her weak-hearted younger sister, who resents her but cannot bear to hate her.

The son of a traitorous stepmother.

The vassals claim that, forgettable, Lewis will be a threat to her in the future and must be eliminated.

Christine didn’t know that either.

Nevertheless, the reason she kept Louise alive was because she had no right to harm her younger brother.

When Yvonne tried to harm Christine using Mirbeau and failed, and with Pierre’s help, she completely took control of the top.

It was already known that Yvonne poisoned her father as a last resort and tried to inherit the earldom to Louis.

Because I knew it in advance, I was able to steal the transaction details ledger of Baron Duna and Abyss Corporation, which would have been destroyed originally.

Even though he knew that his father would be poisoned, he pretended not to know and left for the Marquis de Lafayette to complete the plan.

Just as Christine’s father knew of the plan that would result in her death and turned a blind eye to it.

If you find out that your sister, who you thought was just a victim, was actually an accomplice in your father’s death and encouraged it, but also killed your mother.

When you realize that I am also a sinner, so I spared you, but still take comfort in the fact that I never laid a hand on an innocent child.

What will this child say?

Will you curse me? Should I hate it? Or would he despise it?

“…Your Excellency the Count?”

Christine, lost in thought, slowly closed her eyes when she heard Baron Charon’s voice calling her again from outside.

“Let’s go.”

Baron Charon opened the carriage door and Christine got out of the carriage, holding his hand.

She was tired and exhausted.

He was betrayed by the family he trusted and took revenge on them, but all that was left at the end was deep emptiness.

Sometimes I thought I would rather be comfortable.

Without her, my unfortunate brother, who was merely caught up in the quarrel between his mother and sister, would have regained the rights he was entitled to.

Every time she did that, she thought of Pierre’s face, but it only made her feel more ashamed.

She had known for some time what feelings Pierre had for her.

However, the moment Christine marries someone, Lewis, who will pose a threat to their child, must die.

Even if Pierre does not want it, there is no way the vassals who have a clear cause will leave it alone. So she can’t be with Pierre.

When Louis comes of age, Aquitaine must be given back the rights that the child originally had.

Christine took her thoughts away and faced the staff at the top as always.

“Welcome, Your Excellency, Count of Aquitaine.”

However, as Louise got out of the carriage, with the upper house staff greeting her and the help of Baron Caron, a group of people came running out of the alley.

“What are you guys!”

There was no answer.

Seeing the guns in the hands of those who had jumped out, the guards busily drew their swords and guns.

“Be careful, Your Excellency Count!”

Baron Charon drew his sword and tried to approach Christine, but one of those who jumped out before him threw something shaped like a stick.

As soon as Christine could reflexively lower her posture, it flew into the sky and exploded with an explosion.

“Aaaah-!”

“Ugh….”

Debris flew, and those guarding the carriage and the upper deck were rolling around and screaming in all directions.

“Karon Nam ugh…!”

Christine tried to stand up, but felt intense pain in her leg and fell down.

The hem of the dress is turning dark red just like that day.

“Your Excellency the Count!”

Baron Charon rushed over, and Christine quickly gave instructions while enduring the pain.

“I hurt my leg. “It looks like you won’t be able to escape right away, so help the escorts deal with the enemies.”

“We must protect His Excellency Count Haona-”

Christine answered firmly, frowning at the screams coming from all directions.

“If they were to do something like this in the middle of the city in broad daylight, they would have done everything they could. If the guards are all killed while the Baron is only looking after me, it will be over anyway. go!”

“…as instructed!”

As soon as Baron Charon left, Christine pulled out the pistol that was fastened to the holster on her leg under her skirt.

I intentionally tried to erase from my mind the sight of the fragments lodged in my leg and the amount of bleeding I could see, but then I burst into laughter out of bewilderment.

Just a moment ago, I was thinking that I would rather be comfortable.

Screaming, shouting, swearing, and gunfire erupt from all directions.

The peaceful cityscape in the middle of the day suddenly descended into chaos.

Although radicals have made frequent assassination attempts recently, not even Christine could have imagined that they would carry out such a crazy act in the middle of Lumière in broad daylight.

What was the explosive just now? It was something even she had never seen before. There is no way you can prepare for something like that.

Where is Lewis? That child shouldn’t die.

My brain, which normally worked quickly, didn’t work properly, perhaps due to intense fatigue or bleeding.

“It’s over there!”

Christine reflexively fired her pistol at the person who was pointing and shouting at her.

The man collapsed and Christine immediately tried to reload her pistol.

“Kill that witch!”

However, another man spotted her before him and pointed a gun at her.

“Ugh.”

The moment Christine flinched, a familiar blonde head blocked her path.

As the gunshot rang out and the bullets flew, the boy’s brooch glowed and the protective shield in front deflected the bullets.

“Huh?”

Just as he was about to do so, Christine, who had finished reloading, fired, causing the man to fall down with blood spurting from his head.

“…Louis.”

Her younger brother looked back at her, breathing heavily, and was surprised.

“Are you hurt?”

My younger brother frowned and couldn’t even hide his worry and anger.

“If it’s going to end up like this, you should just buy your own artifact!”

“…Because I’m always with my escort.”

Christine excused herself, avoiding eye contact.

Fearing that someone would try to harm Pierre, who was always on the battlefield, and Louis despite his own orders, he purchased artifacts for them but did not buy any for himself.

It is a contradictory thought that his pride does not allow him to die due to a clumsy and pathetic move, but he does not want to struggle and spend a lot of money to survive.

It was only when he saw his younger brother, who, instead of running away from this dangerous place, ran towards him and expressed his sincere concern and anger, that he realized how foolish he had been.

“Your Excellency the Count! The surrounding area is almost cleared up! Are you okay?”

Christine breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Baron Charon reappear.

“…It’s okay, Baron.”

In fact, perhaps because of the bleeding, I feel so dizzy that I don’t think I can even aim a gun properly anymore.

Still, I didn’t want to worry the Baron and Louis by revealing that fact.

At that time, a gunshot rang out and the sound of something breaking was heard.

“Ugh!”

“Baron Charon!”

A man looking over the shoulder of the Baron, who was kneeling after his magic protection was broken.

Christine saw him load a musket with a pink-glowing bullet that she had never seen before.

Something that shouldn’t exist in a republic. The unique color of an item made with the all-too-familiar devil’s magic.

The magic protection of the knight Baron Charon was broken.

Christine, who had already used the Holy Church’s Holy Bomb, immediately understood how it worked.

A man was seen slowly reloading and aiming the gun.

Lewis trembled but blocked her path.

no. Even artifacts with protection spells cannot stop it.

In a moment of intuition, Christine pushed Lewis with all her might and

a gunshot rang out.

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