[That damn alcohol! Alcohol! Alcohol! Can't you stop drinking?]
[What if you stop drinking?]
Armin would tell Diana Isla to stop drinking.
[What will change?]
Will our relationship get any better if I stop drinking?
If I stop drinking, will we suddenly have a future?
I'm going to stop drinking-
May this disgrace be lifted.
Armin kept such words out of his mouth as a courtesy to Diana Isla, but Diana Isla easily read these words in Armin's twisted smile.
Diana Isla, however, believed that all her problems were due to alcohol...
If only I could have had a conversation with Armin when he was sober...
If that were the case...
Diana Isla thought so throughout her marriage, but I know the end of her vain assumptions.
"Nothing would have changed."
In the end, she couldn't let go of Walter.
She ran to Walter, leaving her husband who risked his life to save her, and even as she died miserably, she could not let go of that foolish desire.
That is, the relationship between the two could never be restored.
Until one of them dies.
And one more thing.
Armin has another reason why he can't quit drinking.
'Perhaps Diana Isla didn't notice though.'
"But how did you know?"
Armin asked me in a loose voice.
The poison cup was still in his hand.
"For someone about to die, you have a lot of questions."
"Well. I'm curious, so I'm curious."
Armin said that and looked at me with a smile.
But I didn't laugh.
Then he wiped away his smile a little and asked.
"If you are the one who poisoned this cup, your life will be in danger. Wouldn't that be difficult?"
The question is subtle.
That's what he's saying now.
"You thought I wasn't the one who put poison in the glass."
So, in the past life, he drank poison in front of Diana Isla.
Because he thought that even if he died, her life wouldn't change much.
No, maybe rather
[Then, try stabbing it.]
Maybe he thought that if he died, her life would be better than it was now.
No matter what I expected or how I acted, I still thought the man in front of me was crazy.
"The poison in this glass is made by drying and steaming the Ophir bush that grows in the north. It is the work of those who know this area quite well. Even if you did not want to get married, it is not hard to see that you planted someone in the north in preparation for this marriage that was arranged only two months ago."
Why don't you put down the glass even though you know the names of the poisons?
I really want to kill you.
With my own hands.
If possible, with my broken gram.
"Then that means it was ordered by someone from the nearby territory..."
"Yes, that's it for answering questions with questions."
He cut me off as if he knew I was just asking questions to buy time.
"People will be coming soon. They will come to get the proof of our marriage."
"If it is proof of marriage-"
"Virgin blood."
I furrowed my brow at those words.
He laughed as if he had read my contempt.
"What did you expect from coming to the North? This is where the savages breathe, Madam."
"..."
It doesn't matter.
The important thing now is to get Armin to put down that damned glass of poison.
I pointed to the sword attached to the fireplace.
My gram.
"First, that sword."
"...?"
One of his eyebrows rose.
"What kind of crazy person keeps a broken sword in the master bedroom? I would..."
I furrowed my brow, feeling a burning sensation in my throat.
"If it were me, I would have thrown the sword away immediately. Especially if it was a memento of a painful defeat."
Even if it's my gram...
It's a given.
It's a sword I made, but my Gram is a useless sword.
The thing that was created solely to defeat my father's Gram was defeated in just one hit.
If it weren't for Armin's outstanding skills and the cowardly Walter's hesitation, the moment my Gram broke, the head of the one holding it would have gone off with it.
So what I made was...
The time I spent five years working hard to create...
It's all just trash.
"But you hung it up. That's like a lord hanging his own decapitated body on his castle wall, If there's anyone who wants to display their shame, it's one of two people."
The smile disappeared from his face.
"Either you are accustomed to meanness, or you want to disappear from the world."
"..."
"And you..."
I continued speaking, looking at the liquor Armin was drinking.
"Anyone who looks at it sees that It looks like electronics."
Amin chuckled at those words. But I didn't stop and said,
"And I think you want to die to prevent myself from getting used to such meanness."
A slight frown appeared on Armin's face at those words.
But he quickly straightened his features.
Then he looked at me with a subtle expression on his face.
"I didn't ask you why I wanted to die. I asked you how you knew this glass was poisoned."
Now he looked a little annoyed.
As he said, we didn't have much time left.
The priest will be here soon.
Someone to check the red blood on the bedsheet, or Armin's red blood flowing on the carpet.
What's the point of saying that? If you're going to die soon, as you say, and I'm going to be there, I can't avoid suspicion anyway."
I glared at Amin with anger.
Diana Isla eventually found herself under suspicion for nearly two years.
Diana Isla wasn't doing everything wrong.
It could not be said that there was not a desire deep in her heart for her husband to die miserably and for this marriage to be annulled.
But still...
You are a coward for knowing that in the wilderness and still drinking poison.
"You still do it knowing that. Leaving me. Leaving this castle. Leaving the people of duchy who only trust you."
"You're the one who wanted me dead."
At that moment, Armin spoke in a low voice.
His eyes still looked drowsy, but his voice was more serious than ever.
If it were me, I would have died.
It was only then that I remembered what Diana Isla, that is, what I had said at the engagement ceremony.
[If it were me, I would have died.]
That would be better than living in shame.
I said, lifting Armin's cheek.
Yes.
That's me.
I Diana Isla.
What the hell.
I can't believe I had to accept that fact so quickly.
It's embarrassing, but...
"There's nothing I can't do.'
"What if things are different now?"
I opened my eyes.
I said, glaring at him.
"What if I now wish for someone else to die, not you?"
"For example?"
He smiled faintly.
I answered.
"Walter Kainen."
I gritted my teeth and glared at him
"..."
"The emperor of this empire."
"You're telling me that right now..."
"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do..."
I got up from my seat.
And then I approached him as he sat down.
I said, pointing to his glass.
"Then how do you think I knew there was poison in this glass?"
I bit my lips.
Yeah, like you said, I could give up and run away.
Or I could just give up everything and die like you.
Perhaps another Diana Isla would have made that choice.
But I am not that Diana Isla.
I am Diana.
God of moonlight.
I am the daughter of my father, who was the best blacksmith in the empire.
I can do anything, I can make anything.
I am that kind of person.
"My father killed your Father."
"...!"
"The Marquis of Isla believed that Walter would make me the Empress. He also did many other dirty jobs. And this was one of them."
I pointed to the glass of poison he was holding.
He looked at the glass I was holding as if he was interested in what I was saying.
Then he soon raised his head again and looked at me.
"It was a very interesting story, Ma'am. But..."
He got up from his seat.
And then, before I could stop him, he drank the poison.
"...!"
My face was distorted.
When I reached out to him too late, he threw the glass of poison away and laughed.
"Even if your love has changed now, what can you do about it?"
He wiped the remaining wine from his lips with the back of his hand.
I clenched my fist.
What can I do?
Something like a changed love.
How can we change this shameful situation?
Is that what you're asking?
And to Diana Isla?
Then...
"Please answer."
I grabbed Armin Wilhelm's shoulder, who was staggering slightly.
It seemed that even the world's greatest sword master was helpless when in a state of addiction.
I lifted my heels with all my might.
And I brought my lips to his.
I took advantage of the gap between his lips that were parted in embarrassment.
It was a precise and quick movement as if the inspector was looking for the opponent's weak point.
My tongue pierced into his mouth like a sword tearing through his skin.
And then I wandered around his mouth with awkward teasing.
I touched the soft flesh, hard teeth, and rough palate with a wicked touch.
I thought the process would be horribly funny, but it wasn't.
There was heat in the process of two people's flesh touching.
Your flesh was as hot as mine.
Your blood must be hot too.
You too must have a burning heart.
I knew it right away.
That's when I pulled my lips away after sucking up the remaining poison from every part of his mouth...
His eyes were wide.
My eyes were spinning.
I could see the ground shaking and coming closer to my nose.
Before I knew it, something hard was wrapped around my waist.
"What are you doing..."
His voice sounded hazy.
It had to be that way.
Even if Armin Wilhelm had toxin resistance, Ophir's toxin would spread rapidly and become a deadly poison to a body like this.
I said with a sheepish laugh.
"At least we can die together."
That's something that Diana Isla couldn't do in her life...
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