Paris. It was at this moment that the maiden truly realised there was no turning back on this journey of escape. She had left behind her past loves and vows, forever bound to the man in front of her.

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The two of them restlessly journeyed day and night, reaching Caen and finding shelter in a small inn of a former Girondin arranged by Danton. As they checked in at the reception desk, Edith noticed the man attending to them casting vigilant glances at Raphael''s face.

"Something''s off, Edith," Raphael abruptly halted his steps while climbing the stairs, his voice filled with gloom."There was something off about that man just now."

Nervously, Edith grabbed his hand, holding her breath as she overheard hushed discussions downstairs mentioning "portrait,""sheriff," and urgent commands to "hurry and return."

Suddenly, Saint-Clemont appeared at the staircase, causing the two men whispering at the counter to panic and attempt to flee. Without hesitation, Raphael raised his pistol, bringing the two men down to the ground.

Edith gazed at the crimson-black blood seeping from the fallen men''s heads onto the floor, her heart pounding in fear as she instinctively covered her mouth with both hands.

Raphael stood still, clenching his teeth tightly, making a grinding sound."So, Danton and Desmoulins, they have already been arrested! They just couldn''t wait any longer! Hurry, Edith, we need to hide in the forest!"

She grasped the hand he extended, and together they sprinted towards the nearby maze-li