Big tears fell, like a heart falling into the abyss.
Cecilia just cried as she watched the lives of those without her passing by one after another. Her heart was breaking.
He didn't change his mind. He just lost his emotions one day and couldn't feel anything. Even in that time, he tried his best not to hurt Cecilia.
“Ugh, ugh...”
Cecilia was the one who knew nothing. Her father's true feelings, his true intentions, and Eden's true heart.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.”
The love of the man who had missed her until the end returned as a terrible pain. It tore at Cecilia's heart more painfully than when she had swallowed the medicine given to her by the Empress Dowager.
“Ah, huh, I, ah...”
Cecilia burst into tears, clutching her heart, like a child. But Eden, oblivious to anything, quietly closed his eyes.
Her vision became increasingly blurry due to tears. Cecilia buried her face in her hands and sobbed. Her thin shoulders shook violently. She just wanted to die like this.
“Eden. Ah, Eden...”
At that moment, her body fell again. Cecilia cried as she engraved the scenes that quickly flashed through her memory passage one by one. The lonely memories of the man laughing, suffering, grieving, and becoming numb.
If this was the last time, she didn't want to miss a single thing. She didn't want to let it go by meaninglessly anymore.
But the fall was short, Cecilia thought, looking down at the darkness that had settled beneath her feet.
Now, is it really over?
“You died so comfortably?”
No. That wasn't the end of what God wanted to show Cecilia.
“You died so comfortably?”
The Empress Dowager burst into laughter as if it was ridiculous. The Emperor said that Eden had died. Not even in pain, just peacefully, as if he was sleeping.
“Die in his sleep?”
Aaah, the Empress Dowager stamped her feet and screamed. She couldn't bear it. Damon, her son, died so miserably. Eden went in peace.
“I still feel like I’m going crazy like this?”
The Empress Dowager laughed while crying. Her face was grotesquely distorted and disgusting. Unresolved sadness, hatred, and longing for her lost child were all mixed together and rolling around in her chest.
“Ah, haha. Haha!”
The Empress Dowager sat down on the sofa, her face streaming with tears, while a hollow laugh escaped her lips. At the same time, all the emotions that poured out were so real that she couldn't control them.
“Fuck...”
The Empress Dowager cursed. It was a lonely lament that no one listened to.
“Fucking Eden Robana Wyatt.”
She wished for the most painful death in the world. Since he ripped out her heart, she wished for Eden to die in the same agony.
However, at some point, Eden, who had given up on Cecilia, did not suffer. No matter how much Cecilia suffered, even when she took her own life.
“You live comfortably all your life.”
It was so annoying and painful that she couldn't stand it.
“Until the end, I’m the only one left feeling so empty.”
How can you be so calm? After taking everything from me.
A sense of injustice and anger enveloped her whole body. The tranquilizers that no longer worked even when taken in large doses were of no use. The Empress Dowager felt dizzy and groped for the floor.
“I can’t let you go like this.”
And she muttered ominously like a madwoman. Overcoming her dizziness, the Empress Dowager leaped up from her seat and staggered out. In the palace, which was in chaos due to the sudden death of the Emperor, no one paid attention to the Empress Dowager, who was in a state of disarray.
“Hello, Your Majesty the Empress Dowager.”
The Empress Dowager headed straight for the church inside the palace. It was a place only the royal family was allowed to go to, but it was also a place that Eden had not even entered since Cecilia fell to her death. The Empress Dowager was no different. Perhaps because of that, the priest couldn’t hide his surprised expression when he saw the Empress Dowager.
“I would like to pray to God for the repose of His Majesty the Emperor.”
As the Empress Dowager spoke, the priest quietly opened the door to the prayer room. A large statue was there, its eyes closed and its hands clasped together.
“Oh my god.”
The Empress Dowager knelt at the feet of the statue.
“Please, please grant my wish.”
And she pleaded.
“Turn back time and let Eden Robana Wyatt meet Cecilia Lane again.”
It was a request for Eden and Cecilia to meet again.
“So please, let Cecilia Lane vomit blood and suffer again when she dies.”
Of course, it was not a prayer for their beautiful love. What the Empress Dowager wanted was for Eden, who had feelings, to mourn and suffer over Cecilia's death again.
“Please make him suffer so much that I don’t know what to do as if his heart had been ripped out, as if he had been trampled by a horse’s hooves, as if he were vomiting blood.”
The Empress Dowager wished for the suffering of others before God. It was a truly desperate and terrifying sincerity.
“Please, sacrifice my life and turn back time. Grant my earnest wish!”
The Empress Dowager, who had been shouting as if spitting blood, raised a blade that she had hidden somewhere. At the same time, her body collapsed. It was a prayer filled with terrible malice, earnest sincerity, and the sacrifice of her own body.
The background containing the Empress Dowager rippled. Cecilia felt it instinctively. The god was sad. Even to a woman like her who was consumed by anger and hatred, he felt sorry for the life he had created.
If that woman is pitiful, what about my man?
Cecilia, whose tears had suddenly stopped, glared at the screen. At the same time, everything in front of her eyes disappeared into a hazy mist.
“Cecilia?”
Cecilia's hand, which had been whispering that she was sorry, fell. At the same time, Eden felt his heart drop as well.
“Cecilia. Cecilia Lane.”
Eden touched Cecilia's face with trembling hands. He shook her small body. Cecilia showed no reaction.
"No."
As if instinctively foreseeing a bad outcome, tears fell from her eyes.
“I won’t leave you alone...”
Eden gasped for breath, clutching his chest as it tightened in pain. He could see and hear nothing except the small woman in front of him. His world was slowly collapsing, its corners crumbling.
“Ah, God has granted my wish!”
At the same time, the Empress Dowager burst into laughter like crazy, thanked God, and watched with rapture the death of Cecilia and the sorrow of Eden.
“Your Majesty, I have brought the palace doctor!”
At that moment, Madame Monte, who had run out in a hurry, almost dragged the palace doctor with her. The palace doctor ran to the Empress's reception room in a hurry without even being able to properly fix his disheveled clothes.
“Please let me examine Her Majesty the Empress’s condition.”
And he persuaded Eden, who was growling and holding Cecilia in his arms as if protecting his female.
“It’s useless. It’s a drug that causes the blood in the body to boil, causing excessively rapid blood flow and stopping the heart.”
The Empress Dowager smiled and explained the effects of the medicine she had given Cecilia. It was the same symptoms that Cecilia had been suffering from just before.
“Are you bothered, Eden Robana Wyatt?”
“...”
“Can you now understand the pain I felt when I lost my child?”
The Empress Dowager asked Eden mockingly.
“I really wanted you to experience it.”
“...”
“Everything has come true just as I wanted, so I’m okay with dying like this.”
And she smiled with a relaxed face. As if she had achieved everything she wanted and now had nothing more to wish for. With the face of an angel, she shattered everything about him.
“Get that woman out.”
Eden's cold gaze turned to the Empress Dowager. In an instant, three or four maids grabbed the Empress Dowager and dragged her out. Meanwhile, the Empress Dowager continued to laugh. The horrible sound of laughter lingered in his ears.
“Cecilia.”
But now was not the time to focus on the Empress Dowager. Eden lowered his gaze, calling out to Cecilia in an affectionate voice.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty.”
At that moment, the palace doctor called Eden with a puzzled face.
“Oh, Her Majesty the Empress is not breathing.”
No way. Eden put his trembling hand under Cecilia's nose. But even the faint breath she was barely able to exhale was not felt.
Eden held Cecilia's face with both trembling hands and placed his forehead against her plump forehead. It was a body that still felt warm.
“Don’t go. You told me you wouldn’t throw me away.”
You won't leave me alone. You promised me that. Eden begged, sobbing. The palace doctor couldn't bear to see the Emperor's tears, so he turned his gaze away with a choked face.
At the same time, Madame Monte, who had lost her master, let out a sad cry. The sadness and pain were quickly contagious, and the servants began to sniffle.
Even though his eyesight was constantly blurred by tears, he could only see a beautiful woman covered in blood. With such a blind heart, would he be able to endure after losing her? He had no confidence.
“..."
Should I call for the Empress Dowager, or should I call for Curtis? It got to the point where he wished someone would kill him too.
Eden closed his eyes quietly. Despair and bewilderment consumed him.
Cecilia just cried as she watched the lives of those without her passing by one after another. Her heart was breaking.
He didn't change his mind. He just lost his emotions one day and couldn't feel anything. Even in that time, he tried his best not to hurt Cecilia.
“Ugh, ugh...”
Cecilia was the one who knew nothing. Her father's true feelings, his true intentions, and Eden's true heart.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry.”
The love of the man who had missed her until the end returned as a terrible pain. It tore at Cecilia's heart more painfully than when she had swallowed the medicine given to her by the Empress Dowager.
“Ah, huh, I, ah...”
Cecilia burst into tears, clutching her heart, like a child. But Eden, oblivious to anything, quietly closed his eyes.
Her vision became increasingly blurry due to tears. Cecilia buried her face in her hands and sobbed. Her thin shoulders shook violently. She just wanted to die like this.
“Eden. Ah, Eden...”
At that moment, her body fell again. Cecilia cried as she engraved the scenes that quickly flashed through her memory passage one by one. The lonely memories of the man laughing, suffering, grieving, and becoming numb.
If this was the last time, she didn't want to miss a single thing. She didn't want to let it go by meaninglessly anymore.
But the fall was short, Cecilia thought, looking down at the darkness that had settled beneath her feet.
Now, is it really over?
“You died so comfortably?”
No. That wasn't the end of what God wanted to show Cecilia.
***
“You died so comfortably?”
The Empress Dowager burst into laughter as if it was ridiculous. The Emperor said that Eden had died. Not even in pain, just peacefully, as if he was sleeping.
“Die in his sleep?”
Aaah, the Empress Dowager stamped her feet and screamed. She couldn't bear it. Damon, her son, died so miserably. Eden went in peace.
“I still feel like I’m going crazy like this?”
The Empress Dowager laughed while crying. Her face was grotesquely distorted and disgusting. Unresolved sadness, hatred, and longing for her lost child were all mixed together and rolling around in her chest.
“Ah, haha. Haha!”
The Empress Dowager sat down on the sofa, her face streaming with tears, while a hollow laugh escaped her lips. At the same time, all the emotions that poured out were so real that she couldn't control them.
“Fuck...”
The Empress Dowager cursed. It was a lonely lament that no one listened to.
“Fucking Eden Robana Wyatt.”
She wished for the most painful death in the world. Since he ripped out her heart, she wished for Eden to die in the same agony.
However, at some point, Eden, who had given up on Cecilia, did not suffer. No matter how much Cecilia suffered, even when she took her own life.
“You live comfortably all your life.”
It was so annoying and painful that she couldn't stand it.
“Until the end, I’m the only one left feeling so empty.”
How can you be so calm? After taking everything from me.
A sense of injustice and anger enveloped her whole body. The tranquilizers that no longer worked even when taken in large doses were of no use. The Empress Dowager felt dizzy and groped for the floor.
“I can’t let you go like this.”
And she muttered ominously like a madwoman. Overcoming her dizziness, the Empress Dowager leaped up from her seat and staggered out. In the palace, which was in chaos due to the sudden death of the Emperor, no one paid attention to the Empress Dowager, who was in a state of disarray.
“Hello, Your Majesty the Empress Dowager.”
The Empress Dowager headed straight for the church inside the palace. It was a place only the royal family was allowed to go to, but it was also a place that Eden had not even entered since Cecilia fell to her death. The Empress Dowager was no different. Perhaps because of that, the priest couldn’t hide his surprised expression when he saw the Empress Dowager.
“I would like to pray to God for the repose of His Majesty the Emperor.”
As the Empress Dowager spoke, the priest quietly opened the door to the prayer room. A large statue was there, its eyes closed and its hands clasped together.
“Oh my god.”
The Empress Dowager knelt at the feet of the statue.
“Please, please grant my wish.”
And she pleaded.
“Turn back time and let Eden Robana Wyatt meet Cecilia Lane again.”
It was a request for Eden and Cecilia to meet again.
“So please, let Cecilia Lane vomit blood and suffer again when she dies.”
Of course, it was not a prayer for their beautiful love. What the Empress Dowager wanted was for Eden, who had feelings, to mourn and suffer over Cecilia's death again.
“Please make him suffer so much that I don’t know what to do as if his heart had been ripped out, as if he had been trampled by a horse’s hooves, as if he were vomiting blood.”
The Empress Dowager wished for the suffering of others before God. It was a truly desperate and terrifying sincerity.
“Please, sacrifice my life and turn back time. Grant my earnest wish!”
The Empress Dowager, who had been shouting as if spitting blood, raised a blade that she had hidden somewhere. At the same time, her body collapsed. It was a prayer filled with terrible malice, earnest sincerity, and the sacrifice of her own body.
The background containing the Empress Dowager rippled. Cecilia felt it instinctively. The god was sad. Even to a woman like her who was consumed by anger and hatred, he felt sorry for the life he had created.
If that woman is pitiful, what about my man?
Cecilia, whose tears had suddenly stopped, glared at the screen. At the same time, everything in front of her eyes disappeared into a hazy mist.
***
“Cecilia?”
Cecilia's hand, which had been whispering that she was sorry, fell. At the same time, Eden felt his heart drop as well.
“Cecilia. Cecilia Lane.”
Eden touched Cecilia's face with trembling hands. He shook her small body. Cecilia showed no reaction.
"No."
As if instinctively foreseeing a bad outcome, tears fell from her eyes.
“I won’t leave you alone...”
Eden gasped for breath, clutching his chest as it tightened in pain. He could see and hear nothing except the small woman in front of him. His world was slowly collapsing, its corners crumbling.
“Ah, God has granted my wish!”
At the same time, the Empress Dowager burst into laughter like crazy, thanked God, and watched with rapture the death of Cecilia and the sorrow of Eden.
“Your Majesty, I have brought the palace doctor!”
At that moment, Madame Monte, who had run out in a hurry, almost dragged the palace doctor with her. The palace doctor ran to the Empress's reception room in a hurry without even being able to properly fix his disheveled clothes.
“Please let me examine Her Majesty the Empress’s condition.”
And he persuaded Eden, who was growling and holding Cecilia in his arms as if protecting his female.
“It’s useless. It’s a drug that causes the blood in the body to boil, causing excessively rapid blood flow and stopping the heart.”
The Empress Dowager smiled and explained the effects of the medicine she had given Cecilia. It was the same symptoms that Cecilia had been suffering from just before.
“Are you bothered, Eden Robana Wyatt?”
“...”
“Can you now understand the pain I felt when I lost my child?”
The Empress Dowager asked Eden mockingly.
“I really wanted you to experience it.”
“...”
“Everything has come true just as I wanted, so I’m okay with dying like this.”
And she smiled with a relaxed face. As if she had achieved everything she wanted and now had nothing more to wish for. With the face of an angel, she shattered everything about him.
“Get that woman out.”
Eden's cold gaze turned to the Empress Dowager. In an instant, three or four maids grabbed the Empress Dowager and dragged her out. Meanwhile, the Empress Dowager continued to laugh. The horrible sound of laughter lingered in his ears.
“Cecilia.”
But now was not the time to focus on the Empress Dowager. Eden lowered his gaze, calling out to Cecilia in an affectionate voice.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty.”
At that moment, the palace doctor called Eden with a puzzled face.
“Oh, Her Majesty the Empress is not breathing.”
No way. Eden put his trembling hand under Cecilia's nose. But even the faint breath she was barely able to exhale was not felt.
Eden held Cecilia's face with both trembling hands and placed his forehead against her plump forehead. It was a body that still felt warm.
“Don’t go. You told me you wouldn’t throw me away.”
You won't leave me alone. You promised me that. Eden begged, sobbing. The palace doctor couldn't bear to see the Emperor's tears, so he turned his gaze away with a choked face.
At the same time, Madame Monte, who had lost her master, let out a sad cry. The sadness and pain were quickly contagious, and the servants began to sniffle.
Even though his eyesight was constantly blurred by tears, he could only see a beautiful woman covered in blood. With such a blind heart, would he be able to endure after losing her? He had no confidence.
“..."
Should I call for the Empress Dowager, or should I call for Curtis? It got to the point where he wished someone would kill him too.
Eden closed his eyes quietly. Despair and bewilderment consumed him.
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