This Marriage Will Surely Succeed Chapter 250

Chapter 250

“As expected, your handiwork is quite impressive.”

“What a foolish thing to say.”

There was no satisfaction to be found in being praised for doing something cruel.

Iona curtly cut off the other person’s words and turned toward the stairs.

Leaving behind the men grunting as they struggled to carry the hulking hostage, she ascended to the surface. Once there, she found two previously opposing groups now huddled together, chuckling as if they’d been friends all along.

Iona deliberately raised her footsteps so they’d hear her approaching.

“You five, come with me. The rest of you stay here and clean up. There mustn’t be any trace left behind that someone was ever imprisoned here.”

“Who’s staying behind?”

After scanning the group, Iona picked out five men who looked the most harmless.

They were all large in stature but soft in build—chosen specifically for their lack of real strength.

It was a precaution. If things went wrong, she didn’t want anyone strong enough to pose a threat turning against her.

Once the roles were assigned, the group stirred into motion, each person diving into their respective tasks.

While managing and directing the rest with a string of orders, Iona glanced toward Max, who had been waiting silently in the back.

He hadn’t left her side once—clearly determined to follow whatever she asked of him.

After a brief moment of consideration, Iona spoke.

“Sir Max, you’ll come with me.”

“Pardon? But the cleanup…”

“That’s why I left some of my own men behind. I thought it might be a good idea for you to accompany me to the palace and greet His Highness the Crown Prince… Unless you’d rather not?”

As soon as she posed the question, Max’s expression shifted immediately.

Realizing it was a chance to gain the Crown Prince’s favor, he quickly placed a hand over his chest and replied,

“It would be my greatest honor.”

With that, Iona, having successfully removed the commander of the site, calmly headed toward the waiting carriage.

The idea was to throw the real transport team—sent under Richard’s orders—into confusion when they arrived and found no leadership in place.

The chaos that would follow in the absence of a decision-maker would buy her some time to escape.

‘And it’ll slow down the news from reaching the Imperial Palace, too.’

Thinking so, Iona gave the carriage’s cargo area a quick inspection.

Everyone except for Max and herself was already inside.

At the very back sat none other than the Duke’s son.

Four strong men sat surrounding him, keeping a sharp, watchful eye on his every move.

Iona slowly pulled her gaze away from the Duke’s son and casually seated herself at the far edge of the carriage.

Max quickly moved to sit across from her and asked,

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to sit further inside?”

“It’s just a cargo wagon. There’s no such thing as a comfortable seat. Just go.”

Max looked as if he were ready to take off his outer jacket to make her a cushion, but fortunately, the carriage started moving before such awkwardness could unfold.

From inside the cargo hold, there were only two views to the outside world: a small slit near the driver’s seat and the wide-open rear of the wagon.

Iona turned her body slightly, silently gazing at the warehouse that was slowly fading into the distance.

By the time the carriage reached the main road, its wheels had begun to pick up speed.

Max, who had been sneaking glances at Iona for a while, suddenly blurted out a question.

“Um, Lady Iona... If you’re rejoining the Imperial Knights, does that mean you’ll be separated from your husband from now on?”

The topic caught her off guard — a sudden, unexpected dip into personal matters.

She couldn’t understand why a man who had been so desperate to impress her would now ask such a rude and intrusive question.

Iona didn’t bother to hide her displeasure as she shot back,

“Why do you ask?”

“Ah, if that was offensive, I sincerely apologize! I had no intention of prying into your marriage. I’m certainly in no position to do so.”

Max waved his hands dramatically, scrambling to explain himself.

“It’s just that... well, there were always rumors about your marriage. And Duke Leroy does have some unpleasant history with the Imperial family, doesn’t he?”

Now she understood. This sly man wasn’t digging out of pure curiosity — he was probing for political alignment.

It seemed Max wanted to confirm whether Leroy and his household had truly pledged loyalty to the Crown Prince.

Given how delicate power struggles could be, it was, admittedly, a smart move to gather accurate intel.

The problem, however, was that the answer to that question pointed directly to Iona’s treason.

At that moment, a carriage came barreling down the opposite direction, rushing past them with a gust of wind.

Iona’s eyes flickered, catching something odd.

A quiet, breathy chuckle slipped out from her lips.

“Well, from our limited perspective, it’s hard to tell if Duke Leroy is truly loyal to His Highness the—”

“It’s here.”

Iona interrupted Max’s sentence with a low murmur.

Max turned to her with a puzzled look.

Without warning, Iona grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck and forced him to bend forward.

She jerked her chin in the direction of the carriage that had just passed them.

“Look carefully.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“That one was the real deal.”

Even after her explanation, Max still looked completely lost, eyes wide with confusion.

Realizing he had no grasp of what was going on, Iona kindly elaborated for him.

“My husband and I have a grand dream — to overthrow the rotting Imperial family. And wouldn’t you know it, right in the middle of that, we discovered that our wretched Crown Prince had kidnapped and imprisoned an innocent young man. What kind of person would we be if we just let that slide? Of course we had to save him.”

“L-Lady Iona, what are you even saying…”

“I’m saying the Duke’s son is not heading to the Imperial Palace anymore. He’s going back home, where he belongs.”

“……”

“And I’m telling you all this because I want you to run along and deliver every last word to your master.”

Got it?

Iona asked in a low voice.

Max just opened and closed his mouth, utterly lost, failing to process any of it.

“Tell the Crown Prince this: If he refuses to acknowledge that I’ve changed sides, he’ll keep finding himself in situations like this.”

“……”

“Oh, and by the way—congratulations in advance on your dismissal. Sir Maximilian.”

Without hesitation, Iona kicked Max square in the shin and shoved him out of the carriage.

Still frozen, unable to fully digest the truth she had just thrown at him, Max had no time to react. Off balance and defenseless, he tumbled off the wagon and crashed to the ground.

Letting out a high-pitched, almost inhuman scream, Max rolled across the dirt road, quickly shrinking into the distance behind them.

Without a flicker of guilt, Iona turned back to face the others, her gaze calm and calculating.

Her sudden act of violence had left the rest of the group stunned into silence. No one spoke for a long moment, clearly shaken by Iona’s abrupt decision to throw one of their own from the moving carriage.

Finally, growing tired of the silence, Iona stood and gave a slight tilt of her chin.

“Come at me if you want to limp all the way home with half your body broken.”

She might’ve let them off with just a drop-off in the city. But apparently, they were the kind who enjoyed long walks.

Now, at last, their expressions sharpened — the air changed. They finally saw Iona as the enemy.

All four men, except the one sitting at the driver’s seat, shot up at once.

The man holding the reins turned his head in confusion.

“What the hell? What’s going on all of a sudden?” he asked in a panicked voice, but no one answered him.

The two men closest to Iona moved first.

Judging by their approach, they meant to capture her rather than throw her out. Instead of forcing her out of the wagon, they tried to drag her further inside and press a blade to her throat.

And that — that was a very stupid move.

In such cramped quarters, shoving her with brute force might have risked knocking her out entirely. But by choosing the harder path, they unintentionally gave her the space she needed.

Iona spun, slamming her foot sideways into the first man, knocking him down. In the same motion, she drove her elbow upward into the jaw of the second attacker.

He bit his tongue hard, staggered backward, and clutched his mouth, trying to stop the bleeding as his balance faltered.

Just as Iona stomped on his wrist to disarm him and seize his blade, the rest of the group — still fumbling in the tight space — shoved past their fallen comrades and lunged forward with a shout.

“You filthy little rat!”

“How dare you trick us by dressing like Lady Iona?!”

Clearly, they had gravely misunderstood something.

---The End Of The Chapter---

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