Translator: Blushy
Editor: delishnoodles
It was much hotter outside than I had imagined.
It was cool when the wind blew, but once the wind died down, my forehead dripped with sweat.
The sun had set quite a bit compared to the time when it was high in the air, but it didnât change the fact that this was summer.
I wanted to use a parasol on top of my straw hat because I felt like the scorching sun would burn my skin.
âDonât you regret it?â I smiled and asked Diana, and she replied, âHuh?â
She was smiling, but she must have felt nervous inside since she was gripping my arm tightly.
Diana insisted that we talk alone, so I lent her my arm instead of a maid just like I used to.
âItâs nice that you invited me for a walk, but itâs hotter than you thought,â I said meanly, and Diana shook her head.
âThatâs not true! I-it is hot, but Iâm fine. I like walking,â she said, but is she really fine?
She must have been worried about getting sunburnt, because she wore a dress with a collar covering her whole neck, and it looked stuffy.
Even though the material was thin, and it was a dress designed for summer, the heat would accumulate, and it would get hotter and hotter.
Besides, Diana is a thin and delicate lady, and she looked like a fragile young lady.
Unlike me, who was strong and didnât catch a cold even if I took a bath in the middle of winter, she seemed like someone who would faint because of the tiniest things.
âIâm not fine, though.â
âAh! I, Iâm sorry, Ophelia. Thatâs right. Even if Iâm fine, you might not be. I heard that a lot of the roses have bloomed, so I wanted to take a walk with you⦠But, shall we go talk in a room after all? Itâs cooler in the parlour.â
âDo you really want to walk around in the garden?â
âI donât have to. We should talk in a room if youâre hot. Iâm always walking around the garden, so I donât mind if itâs hot, but youâre different. I heard that youâre a thin and delicate beauty, so you might be weak against the strong summer sunâ¦â
âA delicate beauty?â
Where the heck did she get this wrong information from?
It was such a daunting remark that it made me want to question her for an hour.
I wasnât plump, but I wasnât thin either and I have never looked delicate.
In the first place, âdelicateâ is appropriate for women like Diana, and wasnât suited for a woman who was playing a bad wife.
Besides, Iâm turning 18 this year, so I wasnât a girl, and I wasnât a beauty either.
âWho said that?â
âWho? Orpheus did. Thatâs what he told me when I asked him what kind of person you were. He said you are a thin and delicate beauty.â
â⦠I see. Thatâs a downright lie, so you should forget what he said.â
âHuh?â
It seemed like Orpheus had been the one who had told her this.
Why the hell did he tell his lover such outrageous nonsense? Iâll question him about it when we divorce.
My stomach felt like it was stirring around. If Diana said she is fine, then Iâll walk while bearing with my discomfort. I made up my mind while wiping sweat off my forehead with my handkerchief.
âAsk Orpheus if you want to know more about it. âââ Then, shall we go? The sunâs pretty strong right now, so tell me if you feel bad. Theyâll think itâs my fault if you faint.â
âBut, Ophelia⦠are you sure?â
âMy opinion doesnât matter. You wanted to take a walk, right? Letâs go.â
I pulled Dianaâs hand and started walking.
We walked down the stone stairs onto the lush lawn, then passed under the tree shades to the rose maze.
I looked back at Diana from time to time as she silently followed me to see if my pace was fine with her and to see if she was still feeling well.
âHave the roses bloomed?â
âYeah. Theyâre in full bloom. Though some of the petals are shrivelled from the sun.â
When we reached the rose maze, I took Dianaâs hand and let her touch a large rose that was blooming beautifully.
It was a bright yellow rose that looked golden when the sun hit it, and it contrasted against Dianaâs white fingers.
âSo? Can you tell?â
âYes. It feels the same as when I touch a silk dress. What colour is the rose?â
âYellow. A golden yellow.â
âYellow⦠that means âfriendshipâ in the language of flowers. Or devotion, lovely, hope. âââ Say, Ophelia. What colour is the sky?â
I looked up, and the blue sky looked as if it was piercing through.
âDark blue⦠No, I wonder if itâs a dark aqua. Itâs a mixture of your eye colour and Orpheusâs.â
Diana laughed softly.
Her smile seemed like she missed the past and was a delicate smile which looked like it would disappear at any moment.
âYouâreâââ,â she began before stopping.
She gently stroked the rose while biting her lips as if she was enduring pain, then a sob escaped from her throat.
âDiana?â
âYou didnât change after all. You havenât changed at all since then. Your language and attitude have become cold, and sound harsh, but youâre still the same gentle person from back then. I made you suffer so much, so itâs natural for you to hate me, but youâreâââ.â
The rose petals fluttered down.
Diana covered her face with her white hands and walked back while staggering.
There was a rose bush right behind her, so sheâll get pricked by their thorns âââ I quickly reached out and grabbed her.
âDiana!â
I put my arms on her back so that she wouldnât fall back any further, and she stopped moving.
She gently removed her hands from her face and stared at me timidly.
Her gaze was actually quite far from where my face was, but she was certainly trying to look at me.
âIâm sorry, Ophelia. Iâm sorry.â Diana cried.
Tears flowed down her rosy cheeks.
âI have someone I like,â Diana confessed as the tears continued to flow down.
I froze since her confession had been so abrupt and could only gulp as I continued to listen to her.
âI lost my parents and was abandoned by my fiancée. He is the ray of light to me who has lost everything. He is my everything.â
Her thin, white hands pressed against her chest.
Her light blue eyes swayed as if she recalled her loved one who wasnât here.
It swayed like water that was being blown by the wind.
âI loved him.â
âââ Oh.
The whisper that came out with a sigh felt like cold hands gripping at my heart.
It felt painful, it felt suffocating, and I couldnât breathe well.
I can only sigh.
I heard her tell me her feelings for the first time.
The feelings she held all these years and didnât reveal to me for the past year.
âI wanted to be by his side. I wanted to hear his voice. That was all I wanted. I didnât need anything else. He doesnât need to know I love him. I just wanted to be by his side.â I listened silently to her confession.
I listened quietly while feeling the warmth from her back.
âThatâs why I took advantage of my friendship with Orpheus and your kindness. Iâm not staying in this mansion because Orpheus pities me, but because I asked him to let me stay. âââ I want to be by his side. I donât want to leave. Please donât take away my hope, my light, my reason to live. I told him to convince his spouse, to convince you to let me stay.â
Diana kept repeating that it was all her fault.
Her breathing became rough, and she pressed her trembling hands on her mouth.
Her white face turned pale; she looked as if she was in pain, and it looked as if she would faint at any moment.
âIâm a selfish and stupid woman. I wanted to stay by his side, so I got the people around me involved. I made you all unhappy. When you suspected my relationship with Orpheus, I thought that you would understand if I denied it properly, but I was wrong. I didnât think about how you felt⦠No, I knew how you felt, but I was selfish. I believed you when you said that I wasnât the reason for your discord with your Orpheus, I pretended to believe you, and stayed in this mansion.â
Diana lifted her face up and looked around as if she was searching for me.
I put my hands on Dianaâs cheeks and gently moved her face so that our gazes would meet.
âOphelia,â her lips trembled.
âIâm selfish, stupid, ugly and beyond saving. Iâm disgusting. Itâs all my fault. Itâs my fault that things have gotten strange between you and Orpheus.â
âDianaâ¦â
Diana shook her head as if she was refusing any consolation, and I couldnât find the words to say to her.
I could only call her name even though she was suffering and in pain.
âI have a selfish and stupid wish, thatâs why I relied on Orpheusâs and your kindness and didnât think more about your feelings⦠Therefore, I broke your relationship. I made the relationship between you two strange. Even if that wasnât the cause for your relationship falling apart like you said, I still played a role in it. Itâs my fault. Iâm sorry. Iâm really sorry, Ophelia. I know itâs not something I can apologise for. I wonât ask you to forgive me. But Iâll accept any punishment until you feel satisfied. If you tell me to die, then Iâll die. Iâll do anything. Iâm sorry, Ophelia.â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â Diana continued to repeat as she sobbed, and I could only give my usual explanations.
âItâs not your fault, Iâve said this many times. Youâre not the cause of this discord. This is what Iâm actually like, and I got tired of acting like a good girl like you, so I went back to how I was.â
The fool is me, not Diana.
Orpheus and Diana were supposed to marry and be happy, but my existence destroyed their relationship.
Diana didnât do anything wrong.
She lost her parents, lost her sight, and even had her lover snatched away.
Diana should be happy this time.
âââ Youâre my precious friend, so please be happy.
âSay, Diana. Iâmâ¦â
âIâm leaving this mansion.â
âWhat?â
My heart jumped.
What did she say just now?
I wish for your happiness, but what did you just say?
âYouâre leaving the mansion?â
Goosebumps ran along my spine.
I felt horrible. The tip of my hands and feet are getting cold.
âââ Why did she think of something like that?
Unaware of my change, Diana took a few deep breaths before wiping her tears with her cuff.
Her tears kept flowing out, no matter how much she wiped.
âIâll be moving into Klauwell villa in a week. I talked with Orpheus about this. I wonât return to this mansion again, and I wonât see you or Orpheus ever again. Iâll stay in the villa until I die. If youâre willing to punish me, then Iâll accept it, but if you wonât, then Iâll make amends by living as if Iâm dead. I donât know if that will make up for everything,â Dianaâs voice sounded as if it was cracking.
I felt extremely strange as if she was talking in a faraway place and as if this wasnât reality.
My mouth felt dry, and my body felt fuzzy, and I couldnât even tell if it was hot or cold even though the sun was intense.
Is the irritating ringing in my ears my heartbeat or something else?
âPlease, Ophelia.â
Diana linked her hands together as if she was praying.
âStart over with Orpheus. He doesnât have noble blood, and he thinks you hate him because of that, but thatâs not true, is it? Youâre not that kind of person. Youâre kind to me even though Iâm blind, so you donât care about the colour of the blood that flows in oneâs body.â
âColour of the blood that flows?â
The colour of the blood that flows âââ is she referring to the blue blood that is said to flow in the body of nobles?
Like Diana said, I donât care about that.
It doesnât matter if Orpheus is a noble or not.
Iâll love him forever.
I wonât hate him for that reason.
âââ But, does Orpheus think I hate him because of that?
Is that why he made that expression when I said I hated him?
He had muttered, ãWhy? ã with an incredibly hurt and sad expression on his face.
ãYouâre the only one who canât abandon me.ã
ãI wonât.ã
Because I felt like I denied my own existence if I left someone who was like me.
âOrpheus isâ¦â
âSo, please. He, Orpheus, only has you. It can only be you. Itâs alright if you canât love him. Just stay by his side.â
âNo.â
Orpheus needs Diana.
Not me.
It can only be Diana.
Because he loves her.
âYouâre wrong, Diana.â
Diana isnât the one who should leave this mansion, itâs me.
For Orpheusâs happiness, and to fulfil the wishes of Juris and Diana, I must disappear.
The relationship between Orpheus and Diana has to return to how it used to be.
Thatâs why I became a foolish woman.
I played the bad wife, was hated by people and lost my reputation in high society.
I hurt Orpheus and continue to put up with this pain.
And yet, when Diana leaves, everything will go down the drain.
Everything will be wasted.
Orpheus wonât laugh anymore.
My loved one will not be happy.
Everyone will become unhappy.
âââ No. That definitely canât happen.
âYou canât leave. Absolutely not.â
âNo, Ophelia. Iâve already decided. Iâll cut off my wishful thoughts and end them. âââ Actually, Iâve been told. By the person I like. He told me I should leave this mansion. He said heâs not going to respond to my feelings.â
âNo way.â
I was stunned that he had said that.
He didnât need to do this. He said he wanted to keep her in this mansion, so why is he trying to kick her out now?
Every time he wanted to get her to leave the mansion, I persuaded him to stop. Did he get tired of betraying the woman he loved because of his fatherâs last request, so heâs trying to kick her out? Is he abandoning her?
Discomfort swelled up from within me, and my throat felt like it was burning.
Anger and sadness filled my mind.
âIâm a horrible woman, arenât I? I said that it was fine just to be by his side while carelessly confessing everything. I canât bring myself to leave unless Iâm clearly rejected.â
Diana laughed.
It was a cynical laugh that didnât suit her.
âBut Iâve had enough. Staying by his side was everything to me. I donât care what happens now that Iâve lost it. So, please.â
I liked Dianaâs eyes.
It always shone brightly like a light blue jewel even if she couldnât see the scenery around her.
That jewel had lost its light and was shining with darkness.
Large drops of tears dripped down from her eyes.
âDiana,â When I tried to call out to her in a friendly tone, I saw Orpheus wandering around in the garden while looking at us from the corner of my eyes.
Even though he said he wouldnât come out, he was probably worried that I would do something terrible to her.
He found us at the entrance of the rose maze and was approaching.
âââ Ah, I knew it.
I thought when I saw his happy smile.
Orpheus loves Diana.
He loves her from the bottom of his heart.
Iâm sure heâs caught between his foster fatherâs last request and his feelings for Diana and has been troubled.
He must have been heartbroken when Diana decided that she would leave.
âââ But, itâs wrong.
Orpheusâs choice is wrong.
It was wrong of him to choose the will of the dead over the woman he loves, over a living person.
I took Dianaâs hand and moved her to a place away from the rose bushes. She stared curiously. I placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, âYou definitely canât leave the mansion. Iâll make your wish come true.â
âOphelia?â
âThanks for being my friend. I was happy. I had a lot of fun.â
I smile at Diana, who seemed stunned, in a way that Orpheus wouldnât see.
It wasnât the smile that I had practised numerous times in front of the mirror; it was a real smile.
âIf you want me to punish you, then I will. Since punishing you will probably save you. It will probably hurt but put up with it. Then, be happy this time.â
âWhat do youâ¦â
I knew better than anyone that I had no right to punish Diana because I was more selfish and foolish than her.
âââ Iâm sorry.
I wonât ask you to forgive me.
Itâs better if you hate me.
Then, the pain in your hurt will ease, and your tears will also stop.
I inhaled and spoke from my stomach.
I played the clown.
âDonât be silly! That side of you is repulsive!â
I pushed her slender shoulder, and she fell down easily.
Ophelia.
When I saw her lips move, I thought that I should be punished.