'The only one'.
It was something Noah always said, almost like a habit, but somehow it made me feel melancholy. I carefully held his injured hand. The fingers, peeking out from under the bandage, grasped mine. Even though they were blocked by the thick bandage, I felt warmth. I don't know what this indescribable feeling is.
"Noah, I lived in a world about a century before this one. So... I'm not the Diana you were looking for. I'm someone else inside."
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter.”
Even though it was a very shocking statement, he didn't seem surprised or bothered at all.
It was a simple and clear answer, enough to relieve the long period of worry and anxiety. His handsome face, undisguised even by wounds, suddenly drew closer.
"I guess science and technology have advanced enough to allow us to come here. Everyone has thought about going to the future or the past, but with current technology, it's been deemed impossible. Were you a scientist, too?"
"No..."
"I see. If I were a religious person, I might have contacted the Vatican. You're like the Prince in the book my mother read to me as a child."
“Prince?”
"Yeah. It's about a Prince who travels to the stars by plane. He travels with a fox he meets on the second star."
It seemed similar to the books in my world, but with different content. He looked as delighted as a boy who had discovered a treasure buried in a mountainside. The rain had apparently stopped. A thin ray of sunlight, peeking through the clouds, cast a thin beam across the table. Then, a strangely excited voice followed.
“My prince, what was your purpose in coming here?”
Princess, Queen, Prince. It seems I've acquired every royal title. Purpose? I didn't even ask to come. Perhaps they're imagining grand things like "to prevent the apocalypse" or "to conduct research for human research reports." I shook my head. But I didn't mention the book "For Evening Primrose."
"I don't know. I just opened my eyes and found myself here. After realizing I'd been dropped into this world as another being, my only goal was to survive."
“Are you alive?”
Noah tilted his head as if questioning.
“I guess you knew you were going to die.”
“That was the situation.”
"You know that Belford politician, Duke Vincenzo Conrad? He's a pro-Frogen faction. He assassinated Belford's prime minister, sold the country, and now heads a Frogen puppet government. Even if he's just a puppet, he seems to want to be the ruler."
I was lost in thought. I remembered only the eldest son of Duke Conrad, a neat, bespectacled prince who had sent Celine numerous courtship letters. I think his name was Cesare.
"I wouldn't know that traitor. I've never even seen him. I guess he was the one who tried to kill Lieutenant Colonel Groenendaal. Why him?"
"Yes. I recently learned this, but that man knew your identity but didn't tell me. If I had taken your sister and offered to exchange her for you, Duke Conrad would have threatened the admiral and ordered him to kill you. Of course, the admiral would have thought the same."
Could it be that my near-death in Belford Prison was also part of the plan of the traitor Duke Conrad and the admiral?
He said, stroking my shoulder-length hair.
"It means you met me because of me. Because you made the choice to leave that house and meet me."
“Still... isn’t it the same as lying to you all this time?”
“I understand. When you like someone, there are more things you want to hide.”
I suppose that's how it could be. In fact, he seemed to understand me quite well. I felt a part of the knot that had been so tightly entrenched in my heart begin to dissolve.
“Noah, what were you trying to hide?”
“Things you might not like...”
The end of his words dropped, and a growl scratched at the back of his throat. The fingers that had been stroking my hair passed my earlobes and trailed down my neck, gently tracing them. It was a subtle seduction, like tickling with feathers. In the silence, only the sound of our breathing could be heard. We took deep breaths and clasped our hands, but outwardly, we pretended nothing had happened. His voice became clear again.
“Even though we’re divorced, there are things I want to do.”
"Yes?"
Even without it, this decadent man was creating a dangerous atmosphere. It was incredibly sudden. He chuckled at the obvious question, even though he knew it.
“It’s been a while since we did it, right?”
The hand that had been stroking my cheek gently brushed my lips. The sensuality of his voice and expression, so intense I hadn't seen him in a long time, made my consciousness and thoughts stagnate. Isn't this cheating? Seeing me find an injured man sexy in such a serious atmosphere, I must have truly rotted.
“Uh... what are you doing?”
My head started spinning, and I blurted out a strange question. My face flushed, I quickly shut my mouth, and shook my head, almost exaggeratedly.
“What I mean is...”
“Are you saying I can do it?”
My breathing became ragged, and my ears felt hot. Embarrassed by my flustered state, I covered my face, and a languid voice tickled my ear.
“It’s better to do it while looking at each other’s faces.”
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down. My hand, now held by him, was already wrapped around his neck. Noah's breath and his blue eyes were incredibly close. I swallowed, my eyes tightly shut at the thickening scent. With a soft friction, he kissed my lips gently, then pulled away, smiling.
“That’s enough now.”
"Yes...."
I'd been fooled by that vixen again. I had dark thoughts inside, and, completely unsatisfied, I backed away from him and kept my expression in check. I picked up the whiskey bottle and filled my empty glass to quench my thirst. The sound of ice clinking together was followed by a gentle voice.
“We still kiss even after divorce, so I would do anything for you, my ex-wife.”
"Stop calling me that. If you're going to do something, do it properly."
I set my glass down, leaned in, and kissed him. His blue eyes narrowed and narrowed with a short exclamation of admiration.
The tip of his soft tongue tickled my mucous membrane, swirling smoothly. His shoulders tightened, and a strange heat washed over me. The hand that had been slowly tracing my back grabbed my cheek. With a ragged breath, he slowly pulled away, and the sticky saliva that had been tangled around me fell into a thin line before disappearing. His eyes flushed red, and he loosened his tie and whispered.
“If you want to do this properly, you’d better sit on my lap.”
Before he could even hear a response, he lifted me by the waist and sat me on his lap. I felt a heavy pressure. Apparently, even this man wasn't satisfied. The close contact between us made me feel intoxicated. Unlike his usual easygoing self, he became impatient and hurried, like someone thirsty.
The gentlemanly restraint of his gestures became increasingly explicit. The hand wrapped around my side, as if seeking its original place, reached out and gripped tightly. A groan, almost a sigh, escaped me without my knowledge, and my body tilted back. I lay still on the sofa, trapped beneath his embrace.
"Don't ever say you're ending things with me again. I don't think you'll ever be normal again."
He gave a cold warning, unbuttoned his shirt sleeves, and smiled languidly.
The corner of his lips brushed against mine again, the bitter taste of blood wafting from the prickly wound. The ticklish sensation of his fingers smoothly gliding over my collarbone, the dizzying sensation of his fingers brushing past my ear and wrapping around the back of my neck, our breaths gradually blending into the same color, a sensation that still lingered. I liked the subtle, lingering scent of my memory amidst the unfamiliar scent.
Noah left for the front again. He promised me he would return quickly, even linking pinkies with me, even though I told him not to.
“There’s still work to be done. I trust you, so please trust me.”
I couldn't hold him back any longer. I told him I'd like to receive a letter, and he nodded with a pretty smile.
Returning to the palace, I reverted to the image of a cultured Princess. Despite my unfortunate history as a maid, I had to be elegant and dignified, as if I'd been born a member of the royal family. Of course, it wasn't difficult, as I was well-educated and not a true Diana. Even if I couldn't achieve everything I wanted, I would do what I could. I repeated this to myself time and time again.
One day, Esmeralda of the Harrison family requested an audience with me. She had recently returned from her assignment as a war correspondent, accompanying Countess Ruben, who had volunteered for the United Nations Court of Justice. She looked haggard, as if she had suffered greatly. Her eyes were hollow, and her cheeks were hollow. Yet, the displeasure in her bright blue eyes remained the same. Before her courtroom experience and the revelation of my royal status, she had dismissed me as a mean and unloving woman. I smiled at her, as usual.
"Miss Harrison. What brings you here? Has Countess Reuben returned?"
Esmeralda, dressed in a herringbone jacket and trousers, took off her hat and brushed her hair. I sat down on the sofa and waved the maids and servants away. Once we were alone, she sat across from me and immediately changed her demeanor, glaring at me as if she were going to devour me. I snickered, glancing at the crumpled black newsboy cap clutched tightly in her hand.
"What's the big story? You're not here to sell newspapers, are you?"
“You killed your biological father and older sister to become the Crown Princess, and now you plan to kill your ex-husband as well?”
“I have never killed anyone, and I have no intention of killing anyone.”
As I spoke in a slow, weary tone, the sound of her teeth grinding could be heard.
"Princess, Francia, and Belford have completely fallen. Next up will be Medea. Frogen is crushing the continent of Guiana, and Lenin is crushing the nations of the eastern continent of Levant. The same goes for the other allies."
“Did you come all the way here to tell me something everyone already knows?”
"No."
She shook her neatly tied hair.
“Did you know that Captain Noah Rotsilt went to the front lines?”
“I didn’t know.”
The front line? I felt my heart pounding, but I tried to pretend it wasn't bothering me. Her brow furrowed deeply, as if she was resentful that she hadn't even stirred a little stir in me.
"How could you be so cold-hearted toward someone you loved? You can't even convince Her Majesty the Queen to come back!"
Esmeralda slammed the table. I heard a shuddering sound from the impact. Perhaps from years spent rolling around in the desolate battlefield, she was rude and spoke harshly. I held back my emotions with incredible patience. I rested my chin on my hand and lowered my eyes to look at her. I was no longer respectful.
“Then why didn’t you persuade him and bring him over?”
"I defied my family's opposition and became a war correspondent, personally throwing myself into the front lines to persuade him. But you did nothing. You sat in the palace, living a life of luxury, closing your eyes and ears, and enjoying the fake peace you'd created!"
She pulled black-and-white photographs from an envelope and laid them out on the table. A street left in ruins, nothing but steel beams. Soldiers wailing in agony in a military hospital. A woman holding her dead child. Children weeping, bleeding profusely, having lost their parents. These were the horrific realities of war. Looking down at them, a chill ran down my spine, but I feigned indifference, keeping my expression blank. Esmeralda released her clenched lower lip.
I picked up a photo of the backs of soldiers standing in the tropics and asked.
“Are you saying you love him?”
Esmeralda didn't answer. Her blue eyes flickered with a different emotion. If I had to name it, it was the desire to look up at the sky from the ground. I quickly found Noah's back among the countless soldiers and muttered.
"You think love is something you can easily find even in a crowd? No, it's closer to obsession. You wanted to be by his side, wrapped in respect. You even secretly sent someone to spy on me."
Her face was flushed with shame.
"That's a narrow-minded opinion. Don't insult me when you don't even know the details. He was everything I needed. As the heir to the Harrison family, I had to be perfect and recognized by everyone for my abilities. So, at a young age, I wanted to become the secretary of the man who had become the sole head of the family and had seized power, learning from his cool-headed abilities and extraordinary ability."
Esmeralda has always been proud of her family and has shown a deep sense of honor. I know she has a rascally older brother. The Harrison family's eldest son, far from being a successor, has been a womanizer, squandering money and causing trouble. He's currently a severe alcoholic, disowned and confined to a remote treatment center. The family treats him like a nobody, but what if he changes his mind, receives proper treatment, and returns? That's what she fears. She readily offered the answer I wanted.
"Since he rejected my request, I've only observed his actions from afar. I truly admire him. I admire his ability to survive in any adversity and achieve his goals, and I admire his betrayal of his country's will to save the Esat people. He left his homeland for the Princess, came to a foreign land, and now he's divorced and driven to the battlefield. And yet, you remain completely unfazed."
“What made you want to become a war correspondent?”
"I hope he doesn't get treated like that because of you alone. He's capable of so much, and he's one of the people who could stop this terrible war. He's too much for a selfish, selfish Princess. He went to battle for you. Please tell the Queen. At least as a non-combatant..."
I openly frowned. I didn't want to hear such a request from someone who didn't know his or my circumstances well.
Esmeralda seemed to be reminiscing about a distant past. Watching from a distance, one tends to accumulate illusions. I don't know the exact trigger for her obsession with Noah, a yearning and admiration that bordered on obsession. It was probably a desire to become someone of value. I didn't even have the faintest urge to understand her circumstances, and I simply nodded, not particularly curious.
“Was helping Esat, becoming a war correspondent to report the horrors of war, and trying to save him all just to be recognized as the successor to the family?”
"I don't want him to die, the man who would set things right in this chaotic era and carry out his cause. That's all."
“Even if that cause is for me, the person you hate so much?”
Esmeralda, who had been sitting upright, twisted her lips at my mocking tone.
"I intended to support and help whoever he loved. At the very least, I don't want to be directed at you, who are selfish and self-centered. You are a villain."
Esmeralda, who had sat up abruptly, pulled another document out of her square leather bag and held it out. Her blue eyes, framed by her glasses, showed no sign of distaste or hatred. She was so agitated that she was panting, as if she was out of breath.
"You sent Count Noah Rotsilt to war to kill him, the man who stood in the way of your succession, and then invested a huge sum of money in Frogen-related companies through your agents? With the intention of handing Medea over to Frogen."
Ah, that was it. The way to be recognized as the heir to the family and rise to power. She would believe it was justice and the right answer.
“I thought you were smart, but you’re dumber than I thought.”
"Thanks, this will make things easier," I snickered at her.
It was something Noah always said, almost like a habit, but somehow it made me feel melancholy. I carefully held his injured hand. The fingers, peeking out from under the bandage, grasped mine. Even though they were blocked by the thick bandage, I felt warmth. I don't know what this indescribable feeling is.
"Noah, I lived in a world about a century before this one. So... I'm not the Diana you were looking for. I'm someone else inside."
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter.”
Even though it was a very shocking statement, he didn't seem surprised or bothered at all.
It was a simple and clear answer, enough to relieve the long period of worry and anxiety. His handsome face, undisguised even by wounds, suddenly drew closer.
"I guess science and technology have advanced enough to allow us to come here. Everyone has thought about going to the future or the past, but with current technology, it's been deemed impossible. Were you a scientist, too?"
"No..."
"I see. If I were a religious person, I might have contacted the Vatican. You're like the Prince in the book my mother read to me as a child."
“Prince?”
"Yeah. It's about a Prince who travels to the stars by plane. He travels with a fox he meets on the second star."
It seemed similar to the books in my world, but with different content. He looked as delighted as a boy who had discovered a treasure buried in a mountainside. The rain had apparently stopped. A thin ray of sunlight, peeking through the clouds, cast a thin beam across the table. Then, a strangely excited voice followed.
“My prince, what was your purpose in coming here?”
Princess, Queen, Prince. It seems I've acquired every royal title. Purpose? I didn't even ask to come. Perhaps they're imagining grand things like "to prevent the apocalypse" or "to conduct research for human research reports." I shook my head. But I didn't mention the book "For Evening Primrose."
"I don't know. I just opened my eyes and found myself here. After realizing I'd been dropped into this world as another being, my only goal was to survive."
“Are you alive?”
Noah tilted his head as if questioning.
“I guess you knew you were going to die.”
“That was the situation.”
"You know that Belford politician, Duke Vincenzo Conrad? He's a pro-Frogen faction. He assassinated Belford's prime minister, sold the country, and now heads a Frogen puppet government. Even if he's just a puppet, he seems to want to be the ruler."
I was lost in thought. I remembered only the eldest son of Duke Conrad, a neat, bespectacled prince who had sent Celine numerous courtship letters. I think his name was Cesare.
"I wouldn't know that traitor. I've never even seen him. I guess he was the one who tried to kill Lieutenant Colonel Groenendaal. Why him?"
"Yes. I recently learned this, but that man knew your identity but didn't tell me. If I had taken your sister and offered to exchange her for you, Duke Conrad would have threatened the admiral and ordered him to kill you. Of course, the admiral would have thought the same."
Could it be that my near-death in Belford Prison was also part of the plan of the traitor Duke Conrad and the admiral?
He said, stroking my shoulder-length hair.
"It means you met me because of me. Because you made the choice to leave that house and meet me."
“Still... isn’t it the same as lying to you all this time?”
“I understand. When you like someone, there are more things you want to hide.”
I suppose that's how it could be. In fact, he seemed to understand me quite well. I felt a part of the knot that had been so tightly entrenched in my heart begin to dissolve.
“Noah, what were you trying to hide?”
“Things you might not like...”
The end of his words dropped, and a growl scratched at the back of his throat. The fingers that had been stroking my hair passed my earlobes and trailed down my neck, gently tracing them. It was a subtle seduction, like tickling with feathers. In the silence, only the sound of our breathing could be heard. We took deep breaths and clasped our hands, but outwardly, we pretended nothing had happened. His voice became clear again.
“Even though we’re divorced, there are things I want to do.”
"Yes?"
Even without it, this decadent man was creating a dangerous atmosphere. It was incredibly sudden. He chuckled at the obvious question, even though he knew it.
“It’s been a while since we did it, right?”
The hand that had been stroking my cheek gently brushed my lips. The sensuality of his voice and expression, so intense I hadn't seen him in a long time, made my consciousness and thoughts stagnate. Isn't this cheating? Seeing me find an injured man sexy in such a serious atmosphere, I must have truly rotted.
“Uh... what are you doing?”
My head started spinning, and I blurted out a strange question. My face flushed, I quickly shut my mouth, and shook my head, almost exaggeratedly.
“What I mean is...”
“Are you saying I can do it?”
My breathing became ragged, and my ears felt hot. Embarrassed by my flustered state, I covered my face, and a languid voice tickled my ear.
“It’s better to do it while looking at each other’s faces.”
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down. My hand, now held by him, was already wrapped around his neck. Noah's breath and his blue eyes were incredibly close. I swallowed, my eyes tightly shut at the thickening scent. With a soft friction, he kissed my lips gently, then pulled away, smiling.
“That’s enough now.”
"Yes...."
I'd been fooled by that vixen again. I had dark thoughts inside, and, completely unsatisfied, I backed away from him and kept my expression in check. I picked up the whiskey bottle and filled my empty glass to quench my thirst. The sound of ice clinking together was followed by a gentle voice.
“We still kiss even after divorce, so I would do anything for you, my ex-wife.”
"Stop calling me that. If you're going to do something, do it properly."
I set my glass down, leaned in, and kissed him. His blue eyes narrowed and narrowed with a short exclamation of admiration.
The tip of his soft tongue tickled my mucous membrane, swirling smoothly. His shoulders tightened, and a strange heat washed over me. The hand that had been slowly tracing my back grabbed my cheek. With a ragged breath, he slowly pulled away, and the sticky saliva that had been tangled around me fell into a thin line before disappearing. His eyes flushed red, and he loosened his tie and whispered.
“If you want to do this properly, you’d better sit on my lap.”
Before he could even hear a response, he lifted me by the waist and sat me on his lap. I felt a heavy pressure. Apparently, even this man wasn't satisfied. The close contact between us made me feel intoxicated. Unlike his usual easygoing self, he became impatient and hurried, like someone thirsty.
The gentlemanly restraint of his gestures became increasingly explicit. The hand wrapped around my side, as if seeking its original place, reached out and gripped tightly. A groan, almost a sigh, escaped me without my knowledge, and my body tilted back. I lay still on the sofa, trapped beneath his embrace.
"Don't ever say you're ending things with me again. I don't think you'll ever be normal again."
He gave a cold warning, unbuttoned his shirt sleeves, and smiled languidly.
The corner of his lips brushed against mine again, the bitter taste of blood wafting from the prickly wound. The ticklish sensation of his fingers smoothly gliding over my collarbone, the dizzying sensation of his fingers brushing past my ear and wrapping around the back of my neck, our breaths gradually blending into the same color, a sensation that still lingered. I liked the subtle, lingering scent of my memory amidst the unfamiliar scent.
***
Noah left for the front again. He promised me he would return quickly, even linking pinkies with me, even though I told him not to.
“There’s still work to be done. I trust you, so please trust me.”
I couldn't hold him back any longer. I told him I'd like to receive a letter, and he nodded with a pretty smile.
Returning to the palace, I reverted to the image of a cultured Princess. Despite my unfortunate history as a maid, I had to be elegant and dignified, as if I'd been born a member of the royal family. Of course, it wasn't difficult, as I was well-educated and not a true Diana. Even if I couldn't achieve everything I wanted, I would do what I could. I repeated this to myself time and time again.
One day, Esmeralda of the Harrison family requested an audience with me. She had recently returned from her assignment as a war correspondent, accompanying Countess Ruben, who had volunteered for the United Nations Court of Justice. She looked haggard, as if she had suffered greatly. Her eyes were hollow, and her cheeks were hollow. Yet, the displeasure in her bright blue eyes remained the same. Before her courtroom experience and the revelation of my royal status, she had dismissed me as a mean and unloving woman. I smiled at her, as usual.
"Miss Harrison. What brings you here? Has Countess Reuben returned?"
“No. She is still at the United Nations forward base. I have urgent matters to discuss, so please send someone over.”
"What's the big story? You're not here to sell newspapers, are you?"
“You killed your biological father and older sister to become the Crown Princess, and now you plan to kill your ex-husband as well?”
“I have never killed anyone, and I have no intention of killing anyone.”
As I spoke in a slow, weary tone, the sound of her teeth grinding could be heard.
"Princess, Francia, and Belford have completely fallen. Next up will be Medea. Frogen is crushing the continent of Guiana, and Lenin is crushing the nations of the eastern continent of Levant. The same goes for the other allies."
“Did you come all the way here to tell me something everyone already knows?”
"No."
She shook her neatly tied hair.
“Did you know that Captain Noah Rotsilt went to the front lines?”
“I didn’t know.”
The front line? I felt my heart pounding, but I tried to pretend it wasn't bothering me. Her brow furrowed deeply, as if she was resentful that she hadn't even stirred a little stir in me.
"How could you be so cold-hearted toward someone you loved? You can't even convince Her Majesty the Queen to come back!"
Esmeralda slammed the table. I heard a shuddering sound from the impact. Perhaps from years spent rolling around in the desolate battlefield, she was rude and spoke harshly. I held back my emotions with incredible patience. I rested my chin on my hand and lowered my eyes to look at her. I was no longer respectful.
“Then why didn’t you persuade him and bring him over?”
"I defied my family's opposition and became a war correspondent, personally throwing myself into the front lines to persuade him. But you did nothing. You sat in the palace, living a life of luxury, closing your eyes and ears, and enjoying the fake peace you'd created!"
She pulled black-and-white photographs from an envelope and laid them out on the table. A street left in ruins, nothing but steel beams. Soldiers wailing in agony in a military hospital. A woman holding her dead child. Children weeping, bleeding profusely, having lost their parents. These were the horrific realities of war. Looking down at them, a chill ran down my spine, but I feigned indifference, keeping my expression blank. Esmeralda released her clenched lower lip.
"How can you remain so indifferent when the one you love is heading toward certain death?"
“Are you saying you love him?”
Esmeralda didn't answer. Her blue eyes flickered with a different emotion. If I had to name it, it was the desire to look up at the sky from the ground. I quickly found Noah's back among the countless soldiers and muttered.
"You think love is something you can easily find even in a crowd? No, it's closer to obsession. You wanted to be by his side, wrapped in respect. You even secretly sent someone to spy on me."
Her face was flushed with shame.
"That's a narrow-minded opinion. Don't insult me when you don't even know the details. He was everything I needed. As the heir to the Harrison family, I had to be perfect and recognized by everyone for my abilities. So, at a young age, I wanted to become the secretary of the man who had become the sole head of the family and had seized power, learning from his cool-headed abilities and extraordinary ability."
Esmeralda has always been proud of her family and has shown a deep sense of honor. I know she has a rascally older brother. The Harrison family's eldest son, far from being a successor, has been a womanizer, squandering money and causing trouble. He's currently a severe alcoholic, disowned and confined to a remote treatment center. The family treats him like a nobody, but what if he changes his mind, receives proper treatment, and returns? That's what she fears. She readily offered the answer I wanted.
"Since he rejected my request, I've only observed his actions from afar. I truly admire him. I admire his ability to survive in any adversity and achieve his goals, and I admire his betrayal of his country's will to save the Esat people. He left his homeland for the Princess, came to a foreign land, and now he's divorced and driven to the battlefield. And yet, you remain completely unfazed."
“What made you want to become a war correspondent?”
"I hope he doesn't get treated like that because of you alone. He's capable of so much, and he's one of the people who could stop this terrible war. He's too much for a selfish, selfish Princess. He went to battle for you. Please tell the Queen. At least as a non-combatant..."
I openly frowned. I didn't want to hear such a request from someone who didn't know his or my circumstances well.
Esmeralda seemed to be reminiscing about a distant past. Watching from a distance, one tends to accumulate illusions. I don't know the exact trigger for her obsession with Noah, a yearning and admiration that bordered on obsession. It was probably a desire to become someone of value. I didn't even have the faintest urge to understand her circumstances, and I simply nodded, not particularly curious.
“Was helping Esat, becoming a war correspondent to report the horrors of war, and trying to save him all just to be recognized as the successor to the family?”
"I don't want him to die, the man who would set things right in this chaotic era and carry out his cause. That's all."
“Even if that cause is for me, the person you hate so much?”
Esmeralda, who had been sitting upright, twisted her lips at my mocking tone.
"I intended to support and help whoever he loved. At the very least, I don't want to be directed at you, who are selfish and self-centered. You are a villain."
Esmeralda, who had sat up abruptly, pulled another document out of her square leather bag and held it out. Her blue eyes, framed by her glasses, showed no sign of distaste or hatred. She was so agitated that she was panting, as if she was out of breath.
"You sent Count Noah Rotsilt to war to kill him, the man who stood in the way of your succession, and then invested a huge sum of money in Frogen-related companies through your agents? With the intention of handing Medea over to Frogen."
Ah, that was it. The way to be recognized as the heir to the family and rise to power. She would believe it was justice and the right answer.
“I thought you were smart, but you’re dumber than I thought.”
"Thanks, this will make things easier," I snickered at her.
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