episode_0067

‘Is it like a ghost?’

A sobbing sensation that becomes clearer as you get closer.

The sound was so sad and mournful, it was hard to believe it was a human sound.

It feels like the resentment has become so strong that it has become the resentment itself.

Moreover, there was only one sign of presence, and it was impossible to imagine [a woman crying alone] in a mansion on a night in November when the bitter cold was just beginning.

Even though it wasn’t threatening, I didn’t let my guard down.

My hair stood on end and a chill ran down my back.

I stood in front of the door of the room where the sound was coming from, moving stealthily with my heels raised.

-Ah… Huh… .

Between the sobs, a mumbling sound could be heard.

It was a muttering I had heard in a past life.

It was similar to the sound of a speech-impaired woman living next door, who came to me in a hurry and made sign language while moving her mouth as if she was frustrated when my son was bitten by a large marten.

-Uuuah… Huuugh… . Ahh… .

That mumbling that only pours out all kinds of frustration, with words that don’t come out as intended.

The mumbling that was more frustrating to the listener than the one saying it was coming from the sobs.

What are you trying to say alone?

Or maybe he’s talking to someone else.

I grabbed the doorknob.

If necessary, heat up your danjeon so that you can use your magic power.

like that.

Creak… .

I opened the door slowly.

I can see the bed.

You can see the skeletons lying neatly on top of it.

I flinched, thinking that perhaps that skeleton was sobbing, but I opened the door wide at the sound coming from the right.

“Ahh… Huh… .”

“… … .”

A woman was seen sitting in front of a window without a window frame or windowpane.

Her hair, which might have been white or gray, lay scattered on the floor in a disheveled state, and her body was so dried out that it looked no different from the skeletons lying on the bed.

and.

For some reason, the figure seemed familiar.

The feeling of tears as she cries, and the sight of her being reflected in the moonlight.

I blinked.

The sight of a woman crying alone in an abandoned land, in an abandoned ruin, was so alien that it was hard to believe it even though I was seeing it with my own eyes.

Also, his hair was so disheveled that even a vagabond would stick his tongue out, and his bony arms and legs were hard to believe were human, as he was wearing a rag that was too to be called clothing.

It felt like I was seeing things, and it would have been more realistic to have shouted that this was the first time in the world that a ghost monster had appeared.

There are moments when you start to wonder if you are already hallucinating and being caught up in someone’s tricks and schemes.

“Ugh… .”

The woman turned her head and looked at me.

The dark blue pupils scan me.

The waves that were swirling over the dark blue pupils that seemed to fall into an abyss gradually calmed down.

Even though it was clearly dark blue, the pupils seemed to know the original color hidden within.

And it was a familiar pupil.

That made it even harder to believe.

Because it was a pupil that should not be seen, and a pupil that should not be in this ruin of death.

Clearly, this is a clever trap set by an evil person.

They will deceive me by polishing absurd illusions into the truth.

It’s only been six months.

It may have been a long time, but it was too short for the heroine, Lemian Winterfell, to be left sobbing alone in this forsaken land, reduced to nothing but bones.

It is such a short time to stand on the edge of a cliff and cry in this space where there is no light, no people, no warmth, and only death.

Who on earth is trying to test me?

Why are you showing me this?

Could this be a denial of the prayer I had prayed for her at the end of the Battle of Engagement?

Is this an attempt to punish the bystander who was freed from the punishment alone?

Is this current state of affairs forcing me to feel guilty, saying that it is my responsibility?

Whatever it was, it was definitely a really annoying trick and a really wicked tactic.

Whether this reunion is someone’s wish, some kind of hallucination, or a coincidence based on one in ten thousand probability, it is undoubtedly a truly annoying and mischievous moment.

It was a moment of confusion and shock for me, who had never expected to witness such a sight, not even for a single moment, and in the meantime, Lumiang’s crying stopped.

Slap.

Lumiang collapses helplessly, as if her current crying has burned away her last life.

“Le, Le Miang… ?”

I had to call her name without realizing it.

It was a name I hadn’t heard in six whole months.

And it was a name I thought I would never hear again.

I ran over and felt Lumiang’s pulse as he collapsed.

Fortunately, his pulse hasn’t stopped yet.

Although it was weak, he was running with difficulty as if he still had a desire to live.

He quickly picked her up.

It could be that he was the butt of a cunning prank, or that he had fallen into a wicked trap, but Lumiang’s condition seemed too dire to reconsider.

I don’t know if my current actions are like floundering in a dream, struggling in a hallucination, or struggling in a trap.

Right now, all he could think about was saving Lumiang, who was as light as a piece of paper and hard to believe was carrying a person.

By chance or by trickery.

If I were to do that and Lumiang were to die, I would probably feel a sense of guilt that I didn’t have before.

If the piece of paper on my back was real and not an illusion, then I thought it was natural to save her first, so I started running straight to the first floor where the campsite was being set up.

“Renderer-!!”

Calling urgently to the old man, Lender, who was carrying a simple first aid kit.

**

“I will do my best to heal your pain. Please, accept my efforts, honey.”

《… … Ugh.》

I tried to endure it.

Because the sinner who ruined everything deserves to be punished.

If it weren’t for Father and Gelwood’s decision, the people’s festival and the sacred family traditions would have been ruined.

So, I tried to endure it, thinking that I was the one who ruined it, that I was a sinner, and that I should willingly accept the sin of marrying the instigator.

But I couldn’t help but feel the nausea I had been trying to suppress rise up as soon as I heard the word ‘honey’ from the instigator’s mouth.

“You, don’t you want anything from me? I don’t care if you step on my hand with your heel and spit on me. I’ll do anything if it can heal my pain.”

“doesn’t exist.”

《What…? No, at least for the sake of sincerity…》

“Sorry.”

Now I know.

The split wound was not healed without being sutured, so there was no way to heal or get better in the first place.

I just realized that there was a dirty stain between the gaping scars that couldn’t be wiped away.

《How the hell do I have to do this to get you to forgive me? What the fuck, if you keep telling me not to do anything, what the hell do you want me to do-!》

《…Why are you doing this to me?》

“We’re a couple, so we need to reconcile and get along now, that’s why I’m apologizing like this-!”

《You want to get along well? After 100 days, you want to be recognized as my husband and receive a pardon from your father?》

I overheard it by chance.

I happened to overhear him muttering to himself while drinking in his office.

The real reason why you want to be forgiven by me.

I heard about the deal you made with your father.

Of course I don’t blame my father.

As the head of the family, it is only natural to hope that the family tradition of living happily ever after with the winner of the wedding ceremony is maintained.

《D, did you hear…?》

《Unfortunately.》

dump.

You were on your knees at that time.

《Please, I’m begging you! There’s really not much time left! Forgive me! Let’s live happily ever after! I’m begging you for the apology you wanted, so why on earth won’t you accept it!》

If it weren’t for the scars of that day and the screams that pierced my ears so clearly that the more time I spent with you, the more painful it became, I wouldn’t have shaken off that desire.

I would have tried to endure the nightmare that repeated itself every day for the rest of my life.

Even though each day was so miserable that I wanted to die, I would have tried to survive somehow.

Just like now.

As if I had been patiently enduring the 90 days since the end of the wedding war without letting anyone know.

“I’ll tell your father well, so don’t worry. I’ll tell him that you worked hard and reflected on yourself every single day. I’ll tell him that I couldn’t accept you despite all that. So don’t worry. Then everyone will go back to their daily lives safely.”

On the 99th day.

I spoke with all my heart.

Even though you were drunk again and talking to yourself, calling me a ‘scum’, a ‘trash’, a ‘deserving bitch’, I tried to make sure we had the best ending.

I had already told Sir Gelwood, and he had said that his father would approve.

《…이 씨발년이 누굴 바보 병신 새끼로 아나. 순순히 속아줄 거라 생각했냐? 그냥 같이 뒤지자. 썅년아.》

On the 100th day, late at night, you sneaked into my bedroom and held a knife to me.

I should have known then.

There was no such thing as the best ending for us in the first place.

“Why, why are you like this, Deron.”

I should have known sooner.

《Gyah-!!》

《Wh, what is it, Your Highness!》

《What the fuck…!》

Wow!

《Jump out the window! Hurry up and chase after him!》

I should’ve known a long time ago that a cursed bitch shouldn’t live a full life.

If I had died earlier, no one would have been hurt.

“Your Majesty?”

however.

also.

why.

I wonder if my eyes are opening.

I thought it was really over now.

Why do I see blue sky?

“Are you feeling a little better now?”

…Why can I see Elden’s face?

“If you have the strength to swallow, drink this first. It will help you recover.”

Why am I, who deserves to die, basking in the warm sunlight?

Why am I, who deserves to die, being supported by Elden?

I should have died for sure.

I never doubted that I would die.

Could this be a hallucination just before death?

Could this be a delusion just before death?

I don’t know.

just.

please….

Please… a little.

Please, please… me… … .