Chapter 107
The Tragedy of The Villainess
âItâs really driving me crazy. If only you could tell me what scares you so muchâ¦â (Lesche)
ââ¦â
âSeria.â
Seriaâs fingers trembled a little.
How could she tell him she was in a book? How could she say with impunity that the world he breathes and lives in was actually just a book? Wasnât that too selfish? Seria didnât want to shock Lesche.
âIâve read something like a prophecy. Thereâs a record there that Iâm going to die early.â (Seria)
She couldnât continue to the end. Lesche took both her hands in his. His expression hardened like stones.
âWhat kills you?â (Lesche)
ââ¦â
âIs it because of an illness? Will it be an accident?â (Lesche)
There was a deep concern in his voice. Seria bit her lip tightly.
âItâs not like that. Iâm going to die by having my throat cut.â (Seria)
âSomeone will cut my throat.â (Seria)
Seria smiled weakly.
âBy the man I bullied.â (Seria)
Lescheâs expression changed slightly.
âThere are many of them, right?â (Lesche)
Lesche stared at Seria, smiling almost as weakly as she did.
âYes.â (Seria)
âItâs not a big deal, itâs just that it shocks me and I have nightmares sometimes. Itâs nothing to worry about. Itâs justâ¦â (Seria)
âItâs fine if Lesche doesnât believe me. He might think Iâm crazy, but I still said it because I feel sorry for this man who had always been by my side, watching my nightmares. This is about as much as I could tell himâ¦.â
âSeria.â
But Lesche said something completely different.
âYou think Iâll let you die because of the prophecy?â (Lesche)
âYou will come out of it by not being my husband.â (Seria)
âThen the prophecy is wrong.â (Lesche)
âBefore we got married, things were similar.â (Seria)
Lesche stared at Seria.
âKalis Haneton?â (Lesche)
The name made her mouth prickly as if she had chewed some sand.
âYes. Marquis Haneton â¦â (Seria)
âSo in the prophecy, I just sit still like a fool?â (Lesche)
âYou, in the prophecy, didnât not care about me.â (Seria)
âWhy?â (Lesche)
âWhy were you sitting still?â (Seria)
âYes.â (Lesche)
ââ¦â
âBecause you are the male protagonist.â
âSeria.â
âYouâre the male protagonist of this novel.â
Was it her imagination, or did the silence seem tense? Lescheâs eyes were uncharacteristically somber. He stared at Seria with those eyes. His hand was holding hers.
âSeria, answer me, please.â (Lesche)
âBecause you were the Saintessâ husband.â (Seria)
ââ¦â
Lescheâs expression hardened.
âStill, I am trying to change many things. Iâm sure I changed a lot. Because youâre my husband. â¦.â (Seria)
Of course, that wasnât the result of her efforts. Seriaâs voice slowly faded away. She thought of hiding something else after having said so much in the first place.
âLesche.â
Seria continued slowly.
âIâm afraid all of this is going to end one day.â (Seria)n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
It was the most raw truth she could get out right now. She couldnât even talk about Lina, and the red eyes that were looking at her quickly cooled down. If fire froze, it would be like that, wouldnât it? She was not familiar with the fact that Lescheâs expression could change so starkly.
ââ¦â
Lesche didnât answer, but stood up. Seria blinked. The moonlight left a dark shadow on his solid muscles. It didnât take him long. Lesche soon returned to the bed and put something in Seriaâs hand.
It was a ring with the Grand Duchy of Bergâs crest engraved on it. She knew this one well. Because Lesche always carried it with him.
âWhy? Why are you giving it to me?â (Seria)
âThe jewel in the center. Press it three times.â (Lesche)
âWhy?â (Seria)
Seria was startled, for a small, sharp blade popped out of the ring. She pushed the jewel again with a click and the blade went inside. She was dumbfounded and just looked around the ring.
âItâs fascinating!â (Seria)
ââThe blade is coated with poison, so be careful.â (Lesche)
âWhat?â (Seria)
Seria quickly removed her hand from the ring. She was once again amazed and wondered at the bleakness of Berg.
âWhy is he giving me this?â
âSeria.â
âYes?â
âIf you ever feel like Iâm betraying you, use this.â (Lesche)
Lesche put the ring on Seriaâs hand and held it just below his chin.
âFrom here.â (Lesche)
His hand drew a straight line and stopped just above the collarbone.
âDraw a line to here.â (Lesche)
ââ¦Yes?â (Seria)
âI know best that I will never see a woman other than my wife, but you are so afraid.â (Lesche)
ââ¦â
âI would like to bet my life on it.â (Lesche)
Seria couldnât say anything. Her heart throbbed with pain. Lescheâs hands clasped hers and held them in a tight embrace. She could feel the heart beating in as they touched each other. It was a strange feeling.
âThereâs no reason for him to be so kind to me. It doesnât matter if Iâm a Grand Duchess or a Stern, thereâs no reason for him to care for me this much.â
âBut in retrospect, this man had always been like this.â
âBecause Iâm afraid?â
âBecause he can see Iâm scaredâ¦â
Lesche lifted Seriaâs chin. They stared at each other like that. She looked into his red eyes and asked.
âWhat will Berg do if you die?â (Lesche)
Lesche smiled in vain.
âSince I donât have a child, you have to continue.â (Lesche)
Lesche, who spoke lightly, tilted his chin. His red eyes went down, sweeping Seriaâs body and looking at her belly. Seria became embarrassed and scowled.
âWhy are you suddenly looking at my stomach?â (Seria)
âIâm just looking. Because we mentioned children.â (Lesche)
âThereâs nothing.â (Seria)
âI just looked at it, thatâs all.â
âBut donât look at it so blatantly.â (Seria)
âWhy not? Iâve already seen every inch of your body.â (Lesche)
âReally â¦. Why do you always talk so promiscuously?â (Seria)
âDo I?â (Lesche)
Seria slipped out of Lescheâs arms and quickly wrapped herself in the covers. Lesche erupted into a low laugh. Of course he didnât just let her slip away. He trapped her with the blanket in his arms. Lesche buried his lips on Seriaâs forehead and said,
âIâll let you go when youâre asleep, so go back to sleep.â (Lesche)
âHow about you?â (Seria)
âWell, I donât think Iâll be able to sleep soon.â (Lesche)
âDo you want me to stay up with you?â (Seria)
Lescheâs eyes softened.
ââ¦No. Sleep.â (Lesche)
ââ¦â
Even though it was nothing, it gave her a strange resonance. Lesche kissed her lightly on the lips. She didnât even want to have nightmares. She sincerely hoped that if she had, it wouldnât be noticeable.
Lescheâs red eyes stared at her. She couldnât look at them for long. She slowly closed her eyes.
***
The full-scale interrogation of Mies and the other sorcerers began. Seria decided not to go to the annex where the dungeon was located on her own.
It was a week later when Linonâs house arrest was lifted. Even so, it was sooner than she expected. When Seria visited him, he greeted her with surprise.
âHow can you come here?â (Linon)
âIs there a place I canât go?â (Seria)
âThatâs true.â (Linon)
Linonâs cheeks were sunken, who quickly nodded.
âWhy are you so thin?â (Seria)
âBecause Iâm under house arrestâ¦.â (Linon)
âIf youâre under house arrest, they wonât give you food?â (Seria)
Seria honestly thought that Linon had done his best to keep to himself in his room, but Linon was really serious and came out looking very thin.
âGrand Duke will rip open Miesâs mouthâ¦â (Linon)
âHe can do whatever he wants until his anger goes away. Linon, why donât you eat first?â
âThe Grand Duchess is the only one who can take care of my food so well.â
She was glad that she told the chef to prepare the dishes that Linon liked in advance. Seria sat across from him and casually watched him as he ate. He ate very well. The noble manners were ingrained in his body, and it was amazing that he emptied the bowl so quickly. Seria rested her chin on her hand and stared at Linon. When their eyes met, she opened her mouth to say whatever came to mind.
âLinon, what is your last name?â
âThe family has fallen and there is no last name.â
âOkayâ¦?â
âI asked the wrong question.â
Seria broke out in a cold sweat. Then she naturally changed the subject.
âWellâ¦.thatâs possible.â
Seria knew Linon was from Altair Academy from the original story, but she didnât know anything else about him. It seems that he went there on a scholarship. He was a top graduate. She skipped it without much thinking.
Suddenly, Linon spoke.
âI was born in Mullah.â
Seria shifted her gaze towards Linon. He seemed hesitant. What was it that made him so hesitant to talk about his homeland?
âItâs a southern island, right.â (Seria)
Linonâs shoulders shook.
âYou knowâ¦â¦.?â (Linon)
âBecause Iâm interested in the southern islands.â (Seria)
âOkay, itâs just thatâ¦.The juice is delicious.â (Linon)
âDrink more.â (Seria)
âPlease have some, Grand Duke.â (Linon)
Seria beckoned and soon a servant came with more juice. Linon was so thirsty that he drank several more glasses. The food that she brought today didnât suit her taste. It was all Linonâs favorites.
Linon dabbed his eyes with a napkin.
âWhy are you crying?â (Seria)
âYou have prepared only my favorite foods so openly. Iâm overwhelmed with faith.â
When Seria burst into laughter, Linon said, âOh.â
âI thought of the word âfaithâ because Iâm religious, Grand Duchess.â
âHmm.â
âDo you remember Duke Dietrich, who once visited a temple and fainted?â (Linon)
âYes, I remember him. Why?â (Seria)
âI heard that he was ill for a few days or so. He was quite shocked when he fainted and collapsed in the temple. Now he doesnât visit the temple anymore. He used to go every other day.â
âHeâs really narrow minded. Still, if thereâs Lina, heâll come to the temple every day.â
âBut that is not important.â (Linon)
Seriaâs eyes widened as she listened to Linonâs words that followed.
Duke Dietrich was very religious. Therefore, he decorated the castle in the port city of the capital as a festival god hoping for the re-descent of the vanished Saintess, as beautiful and solemn as if it were a temple.
Later on, Lina really descended to this world again, so Duke Dietrich presented that castle to Lina as if he had been waiting for her. In short, the castle was a bridge connecting Lina and Duke Dietrich.
This time, however, Duke Dietrich, who fainted because of Seria, sulked at God or something, and didnât offer that castle as an offering, but just put it up for sale.
What a shallow faithâ¦
If it werenât for that castle, he would have had the chance to get that close to Lina. Seria fiddled with the circlet on her neck casually.
âHis Highness purchased that castle.â (Linon)
âWhat?â (Seria)
What kind of development is this? The castle rolled into Berg?