'You're here.'
Lucas, who had spotted Elise, swung his bastard sword violently sideways. With a thud, the knight he had been grappling with was knocked back. He was currently one of the top five knights guarding the castle, but he was no match for Lucas Clanton, the male protagonist of the original story.
Lucas, his eyes wide in surprise, picked up the scabbard he'd dropped on the floor. With her here, he had no more time to waste.
Blake, who had been watching their sparring, also seemed to have noticed Elise. His pace toward the entrance seemed somewhat hurried.
“Thank you for teaching me.”
Lucas nodded at the knight's polite greeting and sharpened his sword.
Several knights glanced toward the entrance. Elise Frozen, the woman who had become the Grand Duchess and wife of their lord. Everyone was curious about her.
“They say she is incredibly beautiful.”
Someone muttered. It was true. She was a far cry from the stereotypical beauty, but few women are as beautiful as she is.
In the world of "Fallen Lovers," Elise is depicted as possessing the charm of a femme fatale, possessing the power to manipulate men as she pleases. This contrasts sharply with the submissive and pitiful charm of the original female protagonist.
Lucas strode briskly toward Elise. Her gaze, which had been focused on Blake, shifted to him.
“Brother...!”
A bright smile spread across her face. His fingerprints suggested he should have a smile that closely resembled hers. Lucas did his best to mimic hers, the corners of his mouth twitching awkwardly.
“I’m glad I got to see you before I go.”
"Ah..."
Her eyes turned red with sorrow.
“You’re really leaving.”
"I was originally planning to leave yesterday, but I was delayed. I apologize for causing trouble, Your Highness."
He knew her voice sounded cold, too. But what could he do? It wasn't something that could be fixed with just a day or two of effort.
"It's okay. Lord Clanton is my wife's family. You could have stayed longer."
Despite those words, Blake's gaze toward Lucas was filled with wariness. Of course, regardless of Blake's gaze, Elise simply followed the script.
“You say so. Your Highness, you are so kind.”
How could Blake's heart not melt when she looked up at him with such moved eyes?
“...I just care about my wife.”
The Grand Duke's attitude toward his wife was the epitome of a man in love. He even tried to impress her, flashing an incongruous smile.
It had only been two days since their wedding, and yet she had captured her husband's heart so much. Lucas thought again, "What a truly remarkable woman."
“Let’s go now. If we delay any longer, Lord Clanton will not be able to find lodging for the night.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Blake, not yet ready to introduce Elise to the Knights, led her out of the training grounds. The Grand Duke even maintained a perfectly concealed path, ensuring she remained out of the knights' sight. It was a move that instantly dashed the expectations of the knights lurking outside the walls.
Walking a step behind, Lucas quietly watched Blake and Elise.
In the original story, he should be consumed by jealousy as he witnesses the Grand Duke and his wife, who have grown even closer than they were at lunch, engaging in a tender conversation. He should also be pessimistic about his situation, having lost the seat next to Elise, whom he so desperately desired, and yet still having to offer her his blessing.
He frowned slightly, wondering what expression to make. It was an expression he had often used when practicing his role as Blake.
Before his deployment, his mentor advised him that when he couldn't fully empathize with a particular situation, he should imagine something else that would evoke similar emotions. Lucas, lost in thought, finally nodded. He felt he could do it.
First of all, jealousy.
'Even though I never desperately wanted it, it's true that I've been robbed of a convenient assistant.'
Given Elise's acting skills, it would have been much easier to complete the mission if she had been his assistant.
And pessimism.
"There are so many lines and passages. When will I ever memorize them all? How on earth should I write and submit this report?"
The more he thought about his situation, the more Lucas' face contorted.
'The culprit who tarnished my five hundred years of experience.'
His gaze turned sharp towards Blake.
'That role should have been mine.'
Although not to a great extent, a feeling similar to anger welled up little by little.
‘To think that the best position with few lines was taken away...!’
At that moment, Blake looked back at him, who was deeply immersed in his work.
“...?”
'Ah.'
Lucas suddenly came to his senses. They had already arrived at the main castle, in front of the Marquis Clanton's carriage.
Elise also looked back at Lucas. Her eyes widened at the sight of his strange expression, then returned to normal.
Lucas quickly cleared his mind. He regained his former composure in an instant. Then he blurted out the line he was supposed to say.
“Well then, I’ll be going now. Elise, I hope you’re happy...”
“Brother...”
Elise, who was watching him grab the carriage door handle, burst into tears.
"Ma'am..."
Blake wrapped his arms around her shoulders, a look of bewilderment on his face. But she covered her face with both hands and only sobbed harder.
'That's amazing. Water is really coming out of my eyes.'
Lucas, who was looking at Elise with a blank face, said to Blake.
“Before I leave, may I have a final word with my sister?”
Blake looked back and forth between Elise and Lucas, who were crying sadly, and sighed with a complicated expression.
“...Yes, I understand. Do so.”
Lucas led her into the carriage, her face still covered and crying, and followed her in. He closed the door and sat down beside her, her sobs the only sound in the carriage. With a firm gesture, he hugged her tightly.
"Don't cry."
It was a voice that threatened to hit her if she cried any longer. Elise looked up at him with a tear-stained face.
"When will I see you again? I'll miss my family."
Even to Lucas, who knew full well that it was an act, she looked very pitiful.
It's rare to find a crying face that's beautiful. When tears fall, a runny nose is bound to follow, and the trickle must be wiped away, then released. At that point, it's far from beautiful.
But she was different. There was no sign of a runny nose. What effort would it take to get her to have red, tear-stained eyes like hers now?
“If you ever want to come back, just call me. I’ll come pick you up.”
“Brother...”
“You know I’m always on your side, right?”
Elise nodded.
“I will miss you a lot.”
“Me too. I think of you every day.”
Even with his emotionless voice, his words were precise. He stroked her head in his arms. Far from being gentle, his gesture was rough and unruly, so much so that her scalp was visibly pulled.
'Should I put in a little more effort?'
While he was pondering, Elise pinched Lucas's waist, signaling him to stop and move on to the next passage.
Here, one of the most shocking scenes from the opening chapter of "The Fallen Lover" occurs: Lucas, overcome with passion, kisses his stepsister, who is now married to another man.
"Hurry up." Elise nudged him with her knee. "I haven't practiced this yet," Lucas muttered, seemingly troubled. It was understandable, since the film didn't feature a kiss between the Grand Duke and his wife.
Still, he didn't know what it was like to kiss.
'It's similar to artificial respiration.'
Lucas cupped her cheeks with both hands. The pressure on her cheeks caused her lips to part like a chick's. He pressed his lips against her tiny ones. The surprisingly soft sensation caused his body to stiffen for a moment.
'What is this?'
He unconsciously licked her soft lips. They tasted warm. He licked her upper lip, and it was equally sweet. Lucas sucked her lips diligently. Not knowing what else to do, he just kept going.
Her trembling eyelashes lifted, revealing moist, lavender eyes. She frowned, as if displeased with something. "Watch carefully and learn," her eyes told him.
“...!”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her, then lowered her eyes and tilted her head. Unlike before, when their lips had been touching awkwardly, now their lips were completely connected.
Her tongue, protruding slightly, tapped against his teeth. His mouth, which opened reflexively, smoothly entered hers. She skillfully ensnared his tongue and drew it toward her.
She lusted after him, overcome by the strange sensation of their tongues rubbing against each other, and he, in turn, imitated her desire.
Their breath was hot. The wet sound lingered in his ears, obscene.
Now it was Lucas who led the kissing scene. He explored her mouth thoroughly, his tongue tangling frantically. The saliva he couldn't swallow flowed down her chin.
As per the script, he slipped his hand. Elise's eyes opened at the perfect moment. Then she pushed him away with all her might.
“You can’t do this, Brother...!”
The moment Elise shouted, the carriage door swung open. As expected, the timing was perfect.
Blake's blue eyes turned to Elise and Lucas.
“What are you doing now?”
Blake's voice, suppressing his anger, trembled uncontrollably.
Lucas, who had spotted Elise, swung his bastard sword violently sideways. With a thud, the knight he had been grappling with was knocked back. He was currently one of the top five knights guarding the castle, but he was no match for Lucas Clanton, the male protagonist of the original story.
Lucas, his eyes wide in surprise, picked up the scabbard he'd dropped on the floor. With her here, he had no more time to waste.
Blake, who had been watching their sparring, also seemed to have noticed Elise. His pace toward the entrance seemed somewhat hurried.
“Thank you for teaching me.”
Lucas nodded at the knight's polite greeting and sharpened his sword.
Several knights glanced toward the entrance. Elise Frozen, the woman who had become the Grand Duchess and wife of their lord. Everyone was curious about her.
“They say she is incredibly beautiful.”
Someone muttered. It was true. She was a far cry from the stereotypical beauty, but few women are as beautiful as she is.
In the world of "Fallen Lovers," Elise is depicted as possessing the charm of a femme fatale, possessing the power to manipulate men as she pleases. This contrasts sharply with the submissive and pitiful charm of the original female protagonist.
Lucas strode briskly toward Elise. Her gaze, which had been focused on Blake, shifted to him.
“Brother...!”
A bright smile spread across her face. His fingerprints suggested he should have a smile that closely resembled hers. Lucas did his best to mimic hers, the corners of his mouth twitching awkwardly.
“I’m glad I got to see you before I go.”
"Ah..."
Her eyes turned red with sorrow.
“You’re really leaving.”
"I was originally planning to leave yesterday, but I was delayed. I apologize for causing trouble, Your Highness."
He knew her voice sounded cold, too. But what could he do? It wasn't something that could be fixed with just a day or two of effort.
"It's okay. Lord Clanton is my wife's family. You could have stayed longer."
Despite those words, Blake's gaze toward Lucas was filled with wariness. Of course, regardless of Blake's gaze, Elise simply followed the script.
“You say so. Your Highness, you are so kind.”
How could Blake's heart not melt when she looked up at him with such moved eyes?
“...I just care about my wife.”
The Grand Duke's attitude toward his wife was the epitome of a man in love. He even tried to impress her, flashing an incongruous smile.
It had only been two days since their wedding, and yet she had captured her husband's heart so much. Lucas thought again, "What a truly remarkable woman."
“Let’s go now. If we delay any longer, Lord Clanton will not be able to find lodging for the night.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Blake, not yet ready to introduce Elise to the Knights, led her out of the training grounds. The Grand Duke even maintained a perfectly concealed path, ensuring she remained out of the knights' sight. It was a move that instantly dashed the expectations of the knights lurking outside the walls.
Walking a step behind, Lucas quietly watched Blake and Elise.
In the original story, he should be consumed by jealousy as he witnesses the Grand Duke and his wife, who have grown even closer than they were at lunch, engaging in a tender conversation. He should also be pessimistic about his situation, having lost the seat next to Elise, whom he so desperately desired, and yet still having to offer her his blessing.
He frowned slightly, wondering what expression to make. It was an expression he had often used when practicing his role as Blake.
Before his deployment, his mentor advised him that when he couldn't fully empathize with a particular situation, he should imagine something else that would evoke similar emotions. Lucas, lost in thought, finally nodded. He felt he could do it.
First of all, jealousy.
'Even though I never desperately wanted it, it's true that I've been robbed of a convenient assistant.'
Given Elise's acting skills, it would have been much easier to complete the mission if she had been his assistant.
And pessimism.
"There are so many lines and passages. When will I ever memorize them all? How on earth should I write and submit this report?"
The more he thought about his situation, the more Lucas' face contorted.
'The culprit who tarnished my five hundred years of experience.'
His gaze turned sharp towards Blake.
'That role should have been mine.'
Although not to a great extent, a feeling similar to anger welled up little by little.
‘To think that the best position with few lines was taken away...!’
At that moment, Blake looked back at him, who was deeply immersed in his work.
“...?”
'Ah.'
Lucas suddenly came to his senses. They had already arrived at the main castle, in front of the Marquis Clanton's carriage.
Elise also looked back at Lucas. Her eyes widened at the sight of his strange expression, then returned to normal.
Lucas quickly cleared his mind. He regained his former composure in an instant. Then he blurted out the line he was supposed to say.
“Well then, I’ll be going now. Elise, I hope you’re happy...”
“Brother...”
Elise, who was watching him grab the carriage door handle, burst into tears.
"Ma'am..."
Blake wrapped his arms around her shoulders, a look of bewilderment on his face. But she covered her face with both hands and only sobbed harder.
'That's amazing. Water is really coming out of my eyes.'
Lucas, who was looking at Elise with a blank face, said to Blake.
“Before I leave, may I have a final word with my sister?”
Blake looked back and forth between Elise and Lucas, who were crying sadly, and sighed with a complicated expression.
“...Yes, I understand. Do so.”
Lucas led her into the carriage, her face still covered and crying, and followed her in. He closed the door and sat down beside her, her sobs the only sound in the carriage. With a firm gesture, he hugged her tightly.
"Don't cry."
It was a voice that threatened to hit her if she cried any longer. Elise looked up at him with a tear-stained face.
"When will I see you again? I'll miss my family."
Even to Lucas, who knew full well that it was an act, she looked very pitiful.
It's rare to find a crying face that's beautiful. When tears fall, a runny nose is bound to follow, and the trickle must be wiped away, then released. At that point, it's far from beautiful.
But she was different. There was no sign of a runny nose. What effort would it take to get her to have red, tear-stained eyes like hers now?
“If you ever want to come back, just call me. I’ll come pick you up.”
“Brother...”
“You know I’m always on your side, right?”
Elise nodded.
“I will miss you a lot.”
“Me too. I think of you every day.”
Even with his emotionless voice, his words were precise. He stroked her head in his arms. Far from being gentle, his gesture was rough and unruly, so much so that her scalp was visibly pulled.
'Should I put in a little more effort?'
While he was pondering, Elise pinched Lucas's waist, signaling him to stop and move on to the next passage.
Here, one of the most shocking scenes from the opening chapter of "The Fallen Lover" occurs: Lucas, overcome with passion, kisses his stepsister, who is now married to another man.
"Hurry up." Elise nudged him with her knee. "I haven't practiced this yet," Lucas muttered, seemingly troubled. It was understandable, since the film didn't feature a kiss between the Grand Duke and his wife.
Still, he didn't know what it was like to kiss.
'It's similar to artificial respiration.'
Lucas cupped her cheeks with both hands. The pressure on her cheeks caused her lips to part like a chick's. He pressed his lips against her tiny ones. The surprisingly soft sensation caused his body to stiffen for a moment.
'What is this?'
He unconsciously licked her soft lips. They tasted warm. He licked her upper lip, and it was equally sweet. Lucas sucked her lips diligently. Not knowing what else to do, he just kept going.
Her trembling eyelashes lifted, revealing moist, lavender eyes. She frowned, as if displeased with something. "Watch carefully and learn," her eyes told him.
“...!”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her, then lowered her eyes and tilted her head. Unlike before, when their lips had been touching awkwardly, now their lips were completely connected.
Her tongue, protruding slightly, tapped against his teeth. His mouth, which opened reflexively, smoothly entered hers. She skillfully ensnared his tongue and drew it toward her.
She lusted after him, overcome by the strange sensation of their tongues rubbing against each other, and he, in turn, imitated her desire.
Their breath was hot. The wet sound lingered in his ears, obscene.
Now it was Lucas who led the kissing scene. He explored her mouth thoroughly, his tongue tangling frantically. The saliva he couldn't swallow flowed down her chin.
As per the script, he slipped his hand. Elise's eyes opened at the perfect moment. Then she pushed him away with all her might.
“You can’t do this, Brother...!”
The moment Elise shouted, the carriage door swung open. As expected, the timing was perfect.
Blake's blue eyes turned to Elise and Lucas.
“What are you doing now?”
Blake's voice, suppressing his anger, trembled uncontrollably.
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