Reborn After Betrayal: The Frail True Princess Decides to Give Up

Chapter 239 : Bailed Out Olar

Speaking of Olar, after being thrown into prison, he ate prison food for a full three months.Even with Charles working outside to take care of things, Olar still couldn't stand life in prison.

How could Charles bear to let his always pampered son suffer in prison? He went everywhere seeking connections and favors, wanting to get Olar released from jail.

He finally sought help from the duke and the church, pleading desperately until Queen Marianne finally relented.

Charles originally wanted to purchase indulgences from the church, using money to absolve Olar's sins, but Marianne refused no matter what.

Finally, after persuasion from all sides, Marianne reluctantly agreed to let Charles pay a huge bail amount to temporarily release Olar from prison.

"Temporarily" meant that once Olar committed another offense, he would be immediately thrown back into prison with no chance for another bail.

The bail money paid, naturally, could never be returned and went directly into the national treasury.

Charles knew his son's nature all too well and was afraid he would cause trouble in Cassia, carelessly offending some noble with a deep background.

Therefore, as soon as Olar was released, Charles hurriedly sent him to the countryside, entrusting him to local relatives.

Olar had only been in the countryside for a few days when he happened to run into Celitia.

Seeing Celitia appear before him, Olar rubbed his eyes as if in a dream:

"Celitia, why are you here?"

"I should be asking you that," Celitia said coldly. "Can't you go a single day without causing trouble?"

Regarding Olar's matters, Celitia had heard Queen Marianne mention them briefly, only knowing he had been bailed out of prison, but she hadn't seen him since.

Now encountering Olar in the countryside, Celitia quickly guessed the reason.

This was truly enemies meeting on a narrow road.

Celitia sneered inwardly.

With Olar's personality, not causing trouble was impossible.

As long as she caught Olar red-handed, she could smoothly send him back to prison to properly enjoy "reformation."

Seeing that mighty group of people, Shanie could no longer restrain herself and rushed to the edge of the field, trying to stop them.

But there were too many of them—Shanie could stop one but not a whole group.

The villagers who came with Shanie wanted to help but hesitated timidly, having many concerns and not daring to act.

Seeing that Celitia seemed to know the leading youth, Shanie couldn't help but turn back in confusion:

"Lily, you know him?"

"He's my brother, named Olar." Celitia answered flatly.

Shanie was stunned: "You're Olar?"

"I've heard of him long ago," Benita said thoughtfully, "but this is the first time meeting him."

The Herbert family incident had caused quite a stir and spread widely in the academy. Shanie and Benita had long heard of Olar's reputation.

"So you've all heard of me? As expected, this young master is quite a famous figure!"

Olar was very proud, raising his neck even higher. "I'm here representing Uncle Tucker. If you're smart, don't interfere with me!"

Looking at Olar's punchable face, Shanie's barely restrained fists were getting hard to control:

"Lily, can I punch him?"

"Don't rush," Celitia shook her head slightly, staring intently at Olar. "You said you're here representing Baron Tucker?"

Olar said proudly: "That's right, he's my uncle!"

The kinship relationships among nobles were always very complex. Celitia didn't know what level of relationship Olar had with Baron Tucker.

However, Celitia didn't care.

She walked forward a few steps and stopped in front of Olar.

Celitia's hands were empty, only with a rabbit perched on her shoulder, looking harmless.

But for some reason, being stared at by those misty eyes, Olar felt guilty and his body moved on its own, unconsciously stepping back half a step.

"We just heard from the villagers that not long ago, Baron Tucker forcibly arrested Mr. Lake, the owner of this land."

Celitia frowned slightly. "Now you're bringing a group of people over here—what exactly do you want to do?"

"Lake dug up relics and treasures from this land but secretly hid them, refusing to report or hand them over. He even digs and destroys things privately every late night! Destroying relics and privately hoarding treasures—these charges are enough to give Lake serious trouble! We brought people over to confirm his evidence and protect the relics!"

Olar's voice was loud, becoming more certain as he spoke.

Throwing fearful emotions to the back of his mind, Olar believed that this time he had righteous cause and completely no need to fear Celitia.

"Nonsense! Our family's land has been cultivated for so many years, and no one ever said it was some relic site!"

Shanie couldn't restrain herself and spoke up in rebuttal.

"Besides, we never dug up any treasures, much less hid them privately! You don't even have evidence but arrested my father and came here making slanderous accusations! Who says I don't have evidence?" Olar smiled smugly. "I have a witness who can testify!"

He turned back and called loudly toward his followers: "Monica, that night, you saw it, didn't you? Hurry up and come testify!"

Olar's followers pushed hard several times, forcibly pushing Monica out.

The old woman with graying hair hung her head, stumbling forward a few steps, not quite daring to look up at them.

"Grandma Monica?"

Shanie was very surprised, looking at her hopefully. "Hurry up and tell them—my dad has always been honest and upright, he wouldn't do such things!"

Monica spoke hoarsely:

"Just the night before last, I indeed saw someone secretly digging something in your family's field in the middle of the night..."

Shanie's eyes widened in disbelief, and Benita's expression couldn't hide her disappointment.

Celitia frowned slightly but didn't really blame Monica.

A helpless old woman being forced by local tyrant nobles to give false testimony could only be called a desperate measure.

The villagers drawn to watch discussed among themselves, not knowing for a moment which side was telling the truth.

However, just as they were discussing endlessly, Monica took a deep breath, her small body trembling slightly as if gathering courage.

She suddenly raised her head and pointed at the man wielding a hoe:

"But what I saw wasn't Lake, but this man you brought! He was sneaking around in the field in the middle of the night, secretly digging—I don't know if he was digging something up or burying something!"

Everyone's gazes turned in unison to the brown-haired man who was busy digging.

Being pointed at by Monica, the man couldn't help but stop his actions, his face immediately flushing red:

"Old woman, stop talking nonsense! I never did such things!!"