My Red Crow… How Could This Happen 🥺

When Elli couldn’t hold herself back and kicked Egmard a second time, Solor finally stepped in.

He held her shoulders and separated the two.

He truly didn’t understand why his sister had such a strong reaction toward Egmard.

In the past she had always seemed gentle, even shy.

To suddenly attack someone—did Egmard do something unforgivable to her?

But questioning could come later.

Right now he needed to give Egmard a look telling him to leave, and then he could calm Elli down himself.

Egmard, meanwhile, was completely bewildered.

He wasn’t a transmigrator like Eriq, and he didn’t even go by “Yarman” anymore—so he had absolutely no idea why the normally quiet princess suddenly asked about his marriage and kicked him twice.

Although Egmard seldom saw Elli, as Solor’s trusted subordinate he did occasionally cross paths with her.

He would bow politely; she, being introverted, barely spoke.

They simply greeted and passed by.

Was she upset about that?

No, that made no sense—she didn’t want to talk to him either.

Then… could it be related to Ifliya?

Sometimes Egmard brought Ifliya with him to the palace because of their close relationship.

Ifliya also served as something like his lieutenant.

The royal garden wasn’t exclusively for royalty.

Some noble ladies held tea gatherings there, inviting others to chat.

Among them would be the princess, and Ifliya.

Egmard, as the accompanying gentleman, would leave his dear Ifliya there—like a parent dropping a child at daycare—and then go chat with other men.

After all, women had their tea parties.

Men needed their own, too.

The topics varied depending on the group.

But what in all that could have offended Elli?

Egmard truly had no idea.

He wasn’t the type to gossip or speak badly of women.

He didn’t know what he had possibly done wrong…

Forget it!

If the Crown Prince wants him to leave, then the smartest strategy is: retreat!

Understanding Solor’s silent signal, Egmard nodded, turned around, and hurried away.

Elli didn’t chase him.

Once Solor blocked her, she stopped—but she glared at Egmard’s back with such murderous intent that, if Solor weren’t standing there, she might have taken off her shoe and thrown it at his head.

Why are you so happy?!

Getting married—my ass!

Give me back my Red Crow!!!

Elli was furious, but to maintain the persona of the “quiet second princess,” she limited herself to two kicks.

She couldn’t grab a chair and break his legs.

And with Solor present, she couldn’t act too out of control, or she’d terrify her already-confused brother.

Well… she had already terrified him.

First, that she hit someone.

Second… did she care that much about Egmard’s private life?

Was she interested in him?

No—no way.

His reputation was good, and despite his low rank he was decently respected among noble youths—but… no way… right?

“Um, little sister… Egmard is about to get married.

Some things aren’t worth clinging to.

In a few years he might have children too.

Don’t be angry.

Let the past be the past, alright?

He’ll have his own family soon…”

Solor’s brain had clearly crashed.

He didn’t know what he was saying anymore—he just wanted to calm her down before she did something drastic.

Could Elli’s fall from the tower have been caused by this?

Surely not?

Was that guy that charming?

Charming enough for her to abandon her own brother?

Solor spiraled further into pointless thoughts.

He even felt a stab of loneliness—had his sister stopped caring about him?

And Elli?

Elli certainly had no such thoughts.

Just seeing “Yarman’s” face made her nauseous, let alone feeling romantic affection.

“—Children?!”

Upon hearing that word, Elli snapped.

“They—they’re going to have children now?!

They’re forming a perfect little happy family?!

Him?

Him and Red— and Ifliya?!”

《My Trusted Assassin Betrayed Me, Married My Enemy, and Now They’re Having a Child》 — seriously?!

What kind of sick author would write that?!

Hang them this instant!!!

“Yes, Elli.

After marriage, usually within a year or two they’ll have a child…”

“——😰”

“—Ha… huff 👿… 😡… 😠… 😒”

Her shock lasted only a second.

Then, seeing Solor’s worried expression, Elli forced herself to suppress the impending emotional explosion.

She whispered to herself:

“This is a new world.

This is a new world.”

New world, new timeline, everything’s fine… haha…

Haha 😃… haha… 😕… ha… ☹️

My Red Crow… how could this happen…

Thinking and thinking, Elli inhaled several deep breaths.

Finally she waved her hand, shook her head, and turned toward her room.

“Um—Elli?

Aren’t we going out for a walk?”

“Tomorrow, Imperial Brother.”

She didn’t look back.

“That guy’s legs are too hard.

My foot hurts from kicking him.

I’ll go out once I’ve rested.”

With that, Elli—facing away from Solor—puffed her cheeks where no one could see, shut her door with a clack, and left Solor standing there like a man who had survived a storm without knowing when or where it hit.

Back in her room, Elli quietly lay on her bed, annoyance filling her face.

She squinted up at the ceiling.

The warm colors of the room—so different from her old life—reminded her only that “this world is no longer the world I lived in.”

But still…

What the hell…

How is he allowed to be so happy…

And what about me?

Was I the only one who fell off the high platform and died?

Will my brother even visit my memorial day after I’m gone?

She kept thinking, drifting into drowsiness.

Maybe the anger had exhausted her.

Her squinting eyes finally closed, and within minutes, she was asleep.

In her dream, she returned to her past life.

She dreamed of herself on the throne.

She dreamed of the cold-faced brother who always stared her down.

She dreamed of that infuriating Knight Captain Yarman.

And of Red Crow Ifliya, who stayed by his side.

She dreamed of Solor becoming emperor after her death, supported by the citizens as she had predicted.

She dreamed of Yarman and Ifliya marrying and moving to a hidden village.

They later had a child.

The couple held the tiny baby in their arms.

“—Mr. Yarman, please give the baby a name.”

Ifliya leaned on Yarman’s shoulder, both looking blissfully happy.

“A child… we finally have a child.

Ifliya, for a meaningful name… let’s call him—Eriq.”

“—YOU BASTARD!!! I REFUSE—!!!!!!”

The next second, Elli shot upright from her bed.

Her heart still burned with fury.

She gasped for breath, sweat beading on her forehead.

After several breaths, she looked at her slender, pale arms and finally came back to reality…

Eriq?

She was Elli now.

But still…

I beg you… what kind of nightmare was that…

Are you insane…