Snow fell all night.
The world outside their window had turned a dazzling white.
The fireplace in the bedroom burned all night, but Riv felt no warmth.
âAh.â
As her body disappeared, her sense of touch also disappeared.
âItâs sad.â
Riv looked down at the sleeping Lionel next to her.
The man who had tormented her all night fell into a deep sleep and had not woken up.
He would wake up a little later since she cast some sleeping magic on him at dawn.
âSleep a little longer.â
Riv returned to the Duchessâ room through the connecting door.
Without calling in her maids, Riv washed herself and trimmed her hair.
Then she put on a mourning dress that she had prepared beforehand.
âI knew this would happen so I made this dress.â
Still, she never expected she would have to wear the black dress she made in Mont Del.
Wearing the high collared, long sleeved black dress, Riv found peace of mind.
She looked down at her hands.
She could see them becoming transparent in the early dawn light.
Unlike the white snow that was piling up outside the window, her hands were melting away.
âThisâ¦â
Both of her hands had completely disappeared, and the invisibility was progressing to her wrists.
As the transparency gradually spread, her arms would soon disappear.
And as soon as her arms were gone, her whole body would be devoured.
âTimeâs up.â
She had prepared for her imminent end, but she couldnât put it off any longer.
She put on makeup and carefully selected a pair of black silk gloves.
Putting gloves on her hands wasnât as easy as it used to be, as they were already transparent.
âItâs okay because I wonât feel anything after theyâre gone.â
Riv decided not to think about what would happen after she disappeared.
She went downstairs after she finished dressing up. Claudel and the other maids who saw her widened their eyes.
âMa-Madame, what are you wearing?â
âPlease bear with it today, Claudel.â
The maidsâ expressions were more serious these days because Rivâs behavior was strange.
The same was true for Claudel.
âMaster hates mourning.â
âBecause of his parents?â
âThatâs right. They died a few years ago.â
âJust bear with it for today, Claudel.â
Riv also disliked mourning clothes, but she had no choice but to do so today.
She had never wanted to wear something like this in her life.
But today was her last day.
Mourning had begun.
The employees of the Sentoren household moved efficiently so the Duke and Duchess could eat as soon as possible.
The Ducal couple shared a bedroom last night, and were scheduled to have breakfast together.
It was no different than usual.
However, the atmosphere today was subtly different.
Seeing the Duchess coming down from her bedroom, the old butler tilted his head.
âMadame Riv?â
The Duchess wore a black shawl over her black velvet dress.
Her hair was neatly pinned up and she was wearing more makeup than usual, but her face looked deathly pale.
âMadame, are you okay?â
âWhereâs Lionel?â
âThe Duke is waiting in the dining hall.â
Nodding her head, Riv entered the dining room.
The maids were shocked by the black dress she was wearing, but tried very hard not to show it.
Lionel was sitting at the head of the table when he spotted Riv.
He frowned at her black, high-necked dress.
âWhy are you wearing mourning clothes today?â
ââ¦â
âDo you want to be called Madame Katana again?â
âItâs not like that.â
Just like Madame Katana, a symbol of misfortune, Riv was wearing a black dress as she did before.
The only difference was that she wore a huge old dress at that time, but now, Rivâs slender and curvy body was emphasized.
She took off her black shawl and laid it over the back of her chair.
Lionel frowned more as he carefully examined the clothes Riv was wearing.
âI hate mourning. Change your clothes and come back.â
âNow is not the time to change.â
Riv ignored Lionelâs words and sat next to him like a doll.
Lionel sighed and gestured.
âThen Iâll let it slide today.â
The servants served their food. Riv ate a light salad and bread as usual.
Lionel cut his meat.
Except for the sound of utensils and plates clinking, the dining room was very quiet.
The usual sweet atmosphere was nowhere to be found.
The servants cautiously exited the dining hall.
Riv stared at Lionel as she ate her meal.
Lionel opened his mouth.
âWife, if you have something to say, say it.â
Riv put down her fork and asked him.
âLionel, can you tell me you love me?â
âWhat?â
In response to her sudden question, Lionel swept back his long platinum blonde hair.
The scar on his face looked more vivid due to his embarrassment.
âWhy are you asking such a question, Riv?â
âI was just curious.â
He frowned.
âI like my wife.â
âBut itâs not love?â
âShould I answer that now?â
âYes.â
Riv nodded her head.
In fact, his answer was enough.
Even if Lionel loved Riv, he wasnât the type to confess it easily.
Lionelâs sharp eyes bore into her.
âRiv, did you change your mind? Why are you wearing such drab clothes and suddenly talking about love?â
ââ¦â
âDo you really want a divorce?â
Riv stared at her plate, unsure of what to say.
Her food had barely been touched.
Lionel sighed.
âRiv, if youâre not feeling well, take a break. If you have any plans, cancel them. Since itâs cold, you must not be feeling well.â
âIâm not sick. Itâs not even cold.â
Saddened by his kindness, Riv replied helplessly.
Lionel also seemed upset.
âWhen I see you in such a terrible dress, I can only think youâve had a change of heart. Donât be stubborn.â
âI am not stubborn.â
Riv grabbed the hem of her dress. She was nervous.
There was little time left.
She didnât know where to start or how to explain it.
ââ¦Even if you donât love me, youâre too good for me.â
He was a perfect man with a great bloodline, reliable build, handsome appearance, and an excellent brain.
âI am so glad I got to have you as my husband.â
Lionel clenched his jaw and furrowed his brow.
He scanned her face.
âWhy are you acting like a nun after you attacked me like crazy last night? What the hell are those clothes?â
Although it was a modest dress with nothing exposed, Lionel was goggling her voluptuous breasts.
His eyes were sweeping her body with desire.
He wanted to push away the dishes and lay her over her table.
âWhen I think about it, last night was not enough. Iâd better imprint it in you that you can have me anytime.â
Riv laughed at Lionelâs seductive voice.
Sheâd be lying if she said she wasnât ar*used by him.
Lionel liked her body.
Riv also liked her relationship with him.
To be exact, she had been thoroughly tamed by him. He was her first and last man. Her passionate lover.
When their bodies were connected, their desire was hotter and more intense than lava.
But that was just until today.
âLionel.â
Riv, who was about to call his name, realized that her throat was being choked.
Alas, the time for her to die was drawing near.
She couldnât keep their conversation going for long.
She only had a few minutes left to face him.
Then she would no longer be able to maintain her form.
Riv spoke quickly.
âLionel, it doesnât matter much to you, but thereâs something I didnât tell you. I have strange powers, and I can see the future.â
âOh. You must be having coincidental dreams.â
Riv shook her head.
âLionel, I am a witch.â
âWhat?â
âIn my previous life, Riv Katana died. I turned back time and changed my destiny to survive. Then, I got married to you.â
A look of bewilderment crossed Lionelâs face.
However, Riv didnât lie.
In her original life, she didnât marry Lionel.
She reversed time and changed her fate to escape death.
A life in which the magic ring of the Sentoren family was involved in changing Lionelâs fate.
So Riv became the wife of Lionel, but all of it was a lie.
A fake destiny. A fake life.
Riv felt so sorry for Lionel.
Their time together was an illusion.
When she disappeared, everything that existed alongside her would disappear, and no one would remember her.
âLionel, I shouldnât be here.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
On one hand, Riv felt sad, but on the other, she felt fortunate that when she disappeared, he would not remember her.
She didnât want him to remember her miserable appearance, or her last words.
âOriginally, at this time today, I died. So thereâs no point in holding on any longer.â
âYouâre too serious to be joking.â
Riv smiled at him bitterly.
âI love you, Lionel.â
It was a confession that she had held back. Selfish words that she could only say now.
Despite Rivâs confession, Lionel didnât blink and just tapped the table with finger.
âI know you love me.â
âThatâs good then.â
Riv laughed at Lionelâs answer.
Lionelâs face began to look blurry.
She was crying.
âWhy are you crying?â
âI d-donât have time to explain. R-Remember when I said I was a witch?â
Riv was crying so much that she couldnât even see his face.
Rivâs words grew faster and faster.
âDid I mention that I turned back time? It takes a lot of magic to keep this reality alive. But my power is not infinite.â
Magic had its limits.
People died. Magic would run out someday.
Even the witches who used mystical powers did not live forever.
This was the end of Rivâs life.
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