Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 153

**Chapter 153**

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“Does Prince Dashnell’s estate truly wish to sink along with the Chancellor’s estate?” Raul’s voice cut through the air, sharp and unyielding.

Raul’s gaze bore into Wayne, a fierce determination igniting within his eyes, a glimmer of ruthless resolve that hinted at the stakes involved.

Wayne’s brow furrowed in response, his expression darkening. “You ought to convey such sentiments directly to Prince Dashnell and the King,” he retorted, his tone edged with caution.

“Go ahead, test the waters and see if the King is inclined to let you and his son drown together,” Raul shot back, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.

For a fleeting moment, Wayne found himself at a loss for words, yet deep down, he recognized the trap that had ensnared him.

“Step outside and witness the reality for yourself,” Raul challenged, his voice low and menacing.

Wayne’s attention shifted back to Margaery, his gaze as frigid as steel, devoid of warmth or affection.

In truth, any remnants of fondness he once held for Margaery had long since evaporated, leaving behind only a bitter sense of resentment. The anger of feeling cast aside by her lingered within him, a twisted obsession fueled by a desire to reclaim control and eliminate the looming threat she represented.

Margaery, perceptive as ever, sensed the turmoil swirling beneath the surface of Wayne’s demeanor.

She offered a faint smile, one that barely reached her eyes. “Then let’s put it to the test,” she replied, her voice steady.

Even in the absence of Dashnell’s estate, devoid of allies, the path she had chosen remained steadfast. The world was vast, and she was resolute in her belief that she would always find her place within it.

With that, she turned away from Raul, not sparing him another glance, and strode purposefully toward the main gate.

Fueled by rage, Raul barked an order, his voice echoing in the tense atmosphere. “Let it be known: from this moment forth, anyone who dares to provide refuge to Margaery Wallen, anyone who offers her assistance, will be deemed an enemy of the Chancellor’s estate!”

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, reminiscent of echoes from her past.

In her previous life, Margaery hadn’t chosen to leave the Chancellor’s estate willingly. It was only after Dominic severed their engagement that Raul had cast her out, the bitterness of that day etched into her memory.

On the day of her expulsion, Raul had uttered those very same words, a declaration that had condemned her to a life of limbo for the next two and a half years. She had existed in a state of neither life nor death, struggling to find her footing in a world that had turned its back on her.

Even her attempts to work as a servant in others’ homes had been met with rejection; no one dared to take her in, haunted by the shadow of Raul’s decree.

During that time, Craig, having been spurned by her, had wandered off, pursuing adventures far from her reach.

Frosthelm had launched an assault on the Eastvale Empire, and Dashnell had ventured to the front lines, leaving her utterly alone.

Everyone who could have come to her aid had departed, and now, plagued by rheumatism, she found herself mingling with a group of beggars, barely scraping by.

Memories of the past flickered through her mind, only to dissolve into the ether.

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Margaery inhaled deeply, steadying herself as she grasped Amber’s hand, and resolutely made her way toward the small inn on the outskirts of the city.

Adam had returned.

He spotted her on the road, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. “Lady Margaery, where are you headed?” he inquired, his voice laced with genuine interest.

“To the inn,” Margaery replied, her tone unwavering as she met his gaze. “Have you located my master? Where is he?”

Adam shook his head gently, his brow furrowing in frustration. “No, I haven’t. I asked around, and they mentioned he left early this morning. I waited for a while, but no one came. Worried for your safety, I decided to return,” he explained, his concern evident.

He continued, hoping to reassure her. “But since he left on his own, he must be alright. After all, he possesses remarkable martial skills and is well-versed in poisons.”

He hesitated before shifting the topic. “Lady Margaery, what’s going on?”

“I’ve left the Chancellor’s estate and need to secure a place to stay. First, I’ll head to that inn on the outskirts, and then I plan to visit the pawnshop,” she stated, her voice firm.

Having severed ties with the Chancellor’s estate, Margaery now bore the responsibility of providing for her own needs—food, clothing, and shelter. The urgency of her situation pressed upon her, demanding swift action.

“You could always go to Prince Dashnell’s residence,” Adam suggested, his voice tinged with hope.

At his words, a sigh escaped Adam’s lips. “If you’re hesitant, you could stay at the other residence of the estate. His Highness has purchased a courtyard for you, and it will be prepared soon. The weather outside is frigid, and His Highness is undoubtedly anxious about your well-being,” he urged.

Margaery shook her head, resolute in her decision. “Let’s observe the situation for now. Given the current circumstances, moving directly into Prince Dashnell’s estate, even if it’s just the other residence, would raise suspicions. I don’t want to burden him further.”

Gratitude for Dashnell surged within her, yet she was acutely aware that the situation was far from straightforward.

Wayne contemplated her words, a sigh escaping his lips. “If this information spreads as you predict, Raul’s recent decree is no different from a desperate attempt to force the Star of Fortune to her demise.”

“Lady Margaery, your strategy is truly ruthless,” Adam remarked, a mixture of admiration and apprehension in his tone.

He was taken aback by Margaery’s unwavering resolve. “Previously, you exhibited gentleness toward the Wallen family. I thought you still held affection for them and were soft-hearted. I never anticipated…”

“I was merely biding my time,” she interjected, her eyes narrowing with determination. After experiencing such a tragic fate, how could she ever afford to look back?

Adam’s understanding deepened. “You were waiting for Sophia’s birthday party. Only then, with all the guests gathered and countless eyes upon you, did you sever the engagement, expose the Wallen family’s corruption, and finally seize the chance to escape this treacherous web.”

“Precisely,” Margaery affirmed.

From the very moment she had left the woodshed, she had been plotting for this day, acutely aware that the nets cast by the Chancellor’s estate, the Minister’s estate, Marcus, and Alicia would make her ascent to freedom exceedingly difficult.

Without support, she knew she could not act impulsively. She had to tread carefully, waiting patiently for the opportune moment to strike with all her might.

Life and death were dictated by fate.

As Adam observed her in this state, a pang of sympathy coursed through him.

“Rest assured, Lady Margaery, your plans will be executed flawlessly. I promise that by tomorrow morning, everyone in Sinderin City will know you are not the biological daughter of the Wallen family.”

For the first time, he felt a profound respect for this young lady, merely sixteen years old yet exuding such strength.

She was truly deserving of her position as Dashnell’s wife.

However, with the unfolding of these events, although she had distanced herself from the engagement, she now bore the label of a lowly midwife’s daughter, her status diminished. Even if His Highness remained unfazed, what would the King think?

What of the Empress?

What about the Queen Mother?

After all, when the royal family sought a bride, every facet had to be scrutinized. It couldn’t merely be decided based on ‘affection.’

Especially since she was the Star of Fortune.

Whoever aligned themselves with her would inevitably attract attention and become a target.