Reincarnated Villainess Does Not Want Revenge

As Reynaldo was riding his horse, he thought of an improbable hypothesis.

For example.

If Rosemary and Marie were standing on the edge of a cliff and he was told that he could only save one of them and the other would lose her life.

Reynaldo wouldn’t hesitate to take his sister’s hand.

Even if Marie’s eyes, while falling from the cliff to the ground, were to accuse him, even if she were to cry out, Reynaldo would still choose to take his sister’s hand.

Even if his sister begged him to save Marie, Reynaldo would have still done the same thing even if it would have resulted in hell. 

For Reynaldo, Rosemary’s existence was everything to him. Without her, he would not have a life at all, and she is the very thing that keeps him alive.

If the same question were asked to Alberto,

What would he answer?

And within that answer, there should be a response that Marie wants.

Suddenly, he sensed something.

Raising his head, Reynaldo looks around. The road they were on was one of the highest mountain roads in the area, and the horse had to proceed carefully.

There were towering mountains when he looked up, and a path as steep as a cliff when he looked down.

Reynaldo had a bad feeling and raised his hand. It was a signal to stop moving.

All those who had been moving came to a halt simultaneously, and the guards, sensing the unusual atmosphere, gripped their swords. However, engaging in combat along this narrow path would only bring danger.

Yes, danger.

By the time Reynaldo understood, it was too late.

The arrows that had come down from overhead pierced the backs of the horses of the guards, and they went wild. One of them fell from the cliff-high path, screaming.

Arrows rained down from above, piercing the back of the guards’ horses, causing them to go wild. One person let out a scream as they fell from the cliff-high road.

“Hurry!”

The horses were running along a narrow path, dodging the arrow attacks that you can only pray will not hit you. He kept his horse under control, ensuring it didn’t get spooked and throw him off. The rest depends on the skill of the rider. 

Screams from his guards and attendants behind could be heard.

Reynaldo stopped on a slightly wider part of the path and looked back.

He gasped at the sight of the horses of the carriage that was carrying the coffin being pierced by arrows and going wild.

If he doesn’t do something, his sister’s coffin will fall down below.

Without thinking, he dismounted and started running towards the dire situation that should not have happened.

Seeing an arrow stuck in the shoulder of the coachman who was driving the carriage, he immediately took over, sitting beside the coachman and taking the reins to steer it himself.

Not many arrows are falling from above, but they are definitely aimed at the group.

Reynaldo shouts to the coachman to keep his head down and commands the horses to run using the reins.

Even though the horses are shaken, they run. The coachman screams every time the wheels occasionally tilt as if they are about to come off.

Gritting his teeth, Reynaldo pushed the carriage forward.

‘I can’t let my sister down.’

‘I will make sure she returns home.’

Perhaps his strong wishes were received, as the carriage approached the path where Reynaldo’s beloved horse was waiting.

Was it a momentary relief that caused his guard to lower?

Suddenly, Reynaldo was hit by a sharp pain and he let out a muffled scream.

The pain struck his right shoulder. Involuntarily, his hands which were holding the reins loosened.

The carriage and the coffin lost their balance.

Reynaldo reached out his hand stained with his blood.

He knows it’s futile, yet his hand inevitably turns to his sister.

It was the same when his sister was executed on the gallows.

Reaching out his unreachable hand.

He wanted to save her with his own hand.

But, as always, he gains nothing.

Always before his eyes, he loses the ones he loves.