[Translator - Peptobismol]
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Chapter 94 - Another Possibility (2)
"The Duchess... is dead?"
I couldn't believe it.
No, I couldn't accept it.
In neither the original story nor the official settings was there any record of the Duchess eting such an end.
It simply didn't exist.
So according to the original story, the Duchess should still be alive.
But.
"Yeah, she's dead."
"What?"
"Why? She died in a car accident last year."
Luna said it with an astonishingly calm face.
She said the Duchess died in a car accident last year.
"Is she lying?"
I narrowed my eyes and stared at Luna.
She tilted her head innocently, sensing my gaze.
"Kyle, did you know you're acting really strange today?"
"......"
"Did sothing happen?"
"...No, it's nothing."
"Hmm, is that so?"
Luna got up and started to circle around .
But Luna's actions weren't important right now.
I had clearly drunk the Tears of Lethe.
And everything I was experiencing now was part of the "forgotten past."
Luna Winfred, the heir candidate, the Duchess's death...
Everything was unexpected.
'I don't have enough information.'
I barely suppressed a sigh that was rising to my throat.
Then I lifted my gaze from the floor and looked directly at Luna.
"What about the Black Mist?"
"Huh? The Black Mist? What's that?"
What do you an, what's that?
The periodic disaster that floods and releases monsters...
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"What?"
"There's no such terrible disaster. I've never heard of it. Have you been having nightmares or sothing?"
No Black Mist.
The disaster that was central to every episode of the original story, the one that threatened Kyle, that horrible past—all of it was gone.
Without a trace.
"...Hah."
A laugh of disbelief escaped .
My head was spinning, and I felt nauseous.
I couldn't believe this reality.
After all the trouble I went through to get into the safe and drink the Tears of Lethe, everything was a ss.
I needed to figure out what the forgotten past was, and how everything I had seen and heard was possible.
But I still lacked information.
So, I needed Luna.
"Luna."
"Yes, Kyle?"
"I have sothing to ask."
I smiled as brightly as I could.
"rlin Trivia."
I put on my most harmless smile and slowly enunciated.
"Do you know who that is?"
Luna looked a bit surprised.
"Why do you ask about her?"
Her?
Wait, more importantly, she knows rlin?
"Just curious."
Luna's eyes narrowed.
She was trying to gauge if I was being sincere.
Regardless, I kept smiling.
I needed to get an answer from her sohow.
After a mont, Luna studied my face and then smiled faintly.
"I know."
Gulp.
I swallowed hard.
"rlin Trivia."
Luna pronounced the na clearly.
"She's known as the Saintess of her ti."
Wait.
What?
"Saintess?"
"Yes. And she's also a candidate for the Pope."
A fallen cleric.
That was the line used to introduce rlin in the official settings.
I knew she was a forr cleric who fell into despair after a terrible tragedy.
But this was strange.
Sothing was definitely wrong.
At that mont, Luna, who had been watching closely, stepped closer.
"Hey."
Luna looked at and smiled.
"Can I ask you sothing too?"
Then, with a voice that turned cold, she asked.
"Who are you?"
Luna, who had co right up to , grabbed my neck.
Then she pushed onto the bed.
"Who are you?"
The world spun.
I saw the unfamiliar ceiling and Luna's fierce eyes glaring at .
The pressure on my throat made it hard to breathe.
How can a teenage girl be this strong...!
"How did you get into Kyle's body?"
A mont later, a gentle hand covered my mouth.
Then, she leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
"It would be best for you to stay quiet."
Her hot breath scattered by my ear.
The heavy pressure, the entanglent of our legs—I couldn't move at all.
Her scent was overwhelming, making feel dizzy.
"Answer ."
This crazy...
How am I supposed to answer with my mouth covered?
"Oh."
Sensing my furious gaze, she finally released her grip on my neck.
Cough, cough.
I gasped for air, coughing roughly.
I glared at her while rubbing my sore throat.
"Now, answer ."
This is insane.
What kind of woman is this?
"Luna, what the hell..."
"Don't play dumb. You're not Kyle."
Luna paused.
Then, with a voice as cold as ice, she added.
"Sothing was off from the beginning. So I watched quietly, and what? Who's rlin?"
"......"
"If you were really Kyle, you'd rember the na of your own guardian."
Wait, what?
"...guardian?"
"See, you don't know anything. Answer quickly. Who are you? What happened to Kyle?"
rlin is Kyle's guardian?
What kind of low-quality joke is this?
I needed more information.
But just then, my vision blurred.
"...Oh?"
A faint ringing filled my ears, and an overwhelming sense of fatigue washed over from head to toe.
It felt like being pinned down in a nightmare; I couldn't move a finger.
"Wait..."
I couldn't even speak properly.
The ceiling grew distant.
And soon after.
My consciousness faded.
****
Blink.
My heavy eyelids opened on their own.
'This is...'
I quickly turned my head and looked around.
It didn't take long to figure out where I was.
'My room?'
And then, knock-knock—a knock sounded at the door.
"Young master, are you inside?"
The urgent voice of the old butler ca from outside.
I glanced at the door and asked in a tired voice.
"What is it?"
"Oh, young master, you're here!"
"Yes, what's the matter?"
A brief pause.
Then, after a mont.
"A guest has co to see you."
"A guest?"
"Yes, young master."
"Who?"
I asked, and a kind voice responded.
"Lady Isabel has co to see you."
As soon as I heard that, I jumped up.
I opened the door to find the old butler with a gentle smile on his face.
"...Did you say Isabel?"
"Haha, yes, you heard correctly."
Isabel Yustia.
She had co to see at the Duke's estate.
The situation was all too familiar, but I couldn't let my guard down.
In this chaotic state, I had no idea how Isabel might have changed.
But I couldn't avoid eting her.
Before fully uncovering the past, I needed to gather as much information as possible.
So, my conclusion was clear.
"...Lead the way."
****
The place the butler led to was none other than the mansion's reception room.
The morning sunlight slanted through the glass windows.
Following the white patches of light with my eyes...
'Isabel Yustia.'
Right in front, she was leisurely sipping tea.
I narrowed my eyes and stared at her.
A woman who had once been my wife.
But that was a past only I rembered.
'What is our relationship now?'
Everything had changed.
The Black Mist was gone, the Duchess was dead, and Luna had beco the strongest candidate for head of the house.
So, what was my relationship with Isabel?
'I need to know before I speak...'
She had co to see , so we still knew each other.
Which ant we were still engaged?
Everything was unclear.
The frustration was eating up inside.
As I stared blankly at her, Isabel turned her head, sensing my gaze.
"Kyle?"
Our eyes t.
She blinked in surprise and then stood up.
And then.
"Kyle—!"
Isabel started walking towards hurriedly.
No, she was running towards .
'What the...'
Her rush towards was almost comical, like a mischievous child.
But more than that, her fiercely blazing eyes.
As she ran, she looked only at .
Beyond her ice-blue eyes, sparks flew.
At this mont, her eyes were filled only with intense joy directed at Kyle.
A young girl overwheld by madness.
She looked nothing like the Isabel I rembered.
And then.
"......!"
She approached and hugged tightly.
She buried her face in my chest and gently rubbed it against .
"Kyle."
A soft, warm voice.
A gentle tone filled with only affection scattered in my ears.
Her golden hair, shining in the sunlight, her hands softly wrapped around my neck, the devoted love in her eyes.
This woman holding now was...
Isabel, really?
"..."
I was so shocked I couldn't speak.
I stood there dumbfounded as Isabel slowly lifted her head and t my eyes.
Then, she smiled with her eyes.
"I missed you."
[Translator - Peptobismol]
[Proofreader - Demon God]
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