Chapter 67 – Aftermath
Who is at fault in this dire situation?
A terrible situation entwined with love.
No, is it right to call it love?
I don’t think anyone can believe it.
Where did it start?
When did you first experience Heina’s behavior?
When Seria first intervened in my life?
I’m not sure exactly when, but it was certain that it was terribly twisted from somewhere.
I didn’t ask for much, I just wanted to quietly build a family with someone I love.
At some point, my life came to an irreversible point.
The person I met in the past couldn’t handle his heart and used extreme methods
The person I’m dating now tries to fit me in, but he’s hiding something from me, and I’ve got a rough outline of it.
My head was dizzy.
I wanted to work normally, have a normal family, and live a normal life.
It seemed that the given circumstances did not allow that.
Was it that difficult?
Would that have taken so much effort?
It seemed that the world would not leave me alone.
It was as if your fate had been decided that way.
Why didn’t you know beforehand?
If people’s hearts could be recognized so easily, would it be so difficult to live in the world?
I felt like I wanted to grab hold of someone and lament.
My life is like this, but I don’t know why.
Let me know if you know what I should do.
I wanted to hit everything.
But reality was cruelly close to me.
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“Are you going?”
“I have to go.”
It was a normal conversation, but I was pretending to be normal.
I didn’t have the confidence to have a good conversation with anyone.
“I’ll come again next time.”
I still don’t know how to treat her, but her child’s existence still held a strong binding force on me.
Was it because the memories of losing someone acted strongly?
“Go carefully.”
“Huh.”
Just left the house
It was still a clear sky with nothing on it.
Only the color has changed slightly.
The empty sky with nothing seemed to represent my heart.
I wish it was over now, but there was still something left.
Shouldn’t you also listen to what the person is saying?
Even if it’s an ugly excuse.
I had to know why, but I thought I wouldn’t regret it.
If it ends like this, I think it would be really unfair.
I started going back the way I came.
Fortunately, there was a carriage that left soon, so we didn’t have to wait long.
It was time for the final statement.
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Meanwhile at that time.
Seria was desperate when Edward Weiss went west to hear the truth.
She was busy finding ways to respond to all kinds of cases.
When the woman told her truth
Perhaps the woman was most likely to choose this option.
Why lie to confuse him when you’ve already missed him?
It would be more reasonable to tell him the whole truth and force him to separate himself from him.
But there was something more important than that.
In the end, one-sided love could be a normal love or an unacceptable love depending on the reaction of the recipient.
And that applied to both of them now as well.
If you don’t believe what she says.
This was purely Seria’s hope.
There is no guarantee that will happen, and I don’t know how it will turn out, but it was just an option I wished it would be.
If he doesn’t believe it, explain emotionally that there was a misunderstanding and he’ll be puzzled, but he’ll get over it.
If it was after that, it would have progressed to the point where there is no turning back.
The problem now was if you believed the words.
It was the case I didn’t want to happen the most, but it was the most likely.
How will he react knowing all the facts?
Cursing, blaming, selling.
As a result, does he leave himself?
Just imagining it, it felt like the world was collapsing.
It was a ray of light in his dark life.
He was the one who held his hand and made him who he was.
That he is leaving him?
It couldn’t be.
So it wasn’t
A crackling sound echoed through the room.
It was a habit that came out naturally when I thought about something that hurt my head at some point.
It was an unfortunate feeling.
Why can’t I enjoy even such trivial happiness?
Why?
Why?
It was Seria who was probably feeling the same way Heina Thor Lern felt at the time.
However, she was Seria who could not reach that point.
No, she probably can’t think.
Forever, never.
I couldn’t miss him like this.
But when he knew the whole truth, it was also true that he had no way to hold on to it.
In a general way.
Other directions were popping up in her mind.
If we were in love, it was a way we shouldn’t have been
Sadly for Edward Weiss, that method didn’t really rank right or wrong in her mind.
Yes, if he was disappointed in himself, wouldn’t he just have to atone for more than that and be good to him?
She was Seria who had such thoughts.
Wanting to see only herself, she was the one who erased things one by one that could divert his attention from him, but she also thought that something was lacking.
If the physical distance is also really close, wouldn’t there be room for him to think about other things?
He’s not wrong
It’s the people who approach him and say weird things while he’s out there that’s the problem.
Until now, I had thought of him and let him go, but now it was time to act.
Shouldn’t I do what I have to do as his hostess?
There is a knock on her door and a maid comes with her paper bag.
Leaving behind the maid who left as she came, she opened the envelope.
It was the information the woman requested from her own father as soon as he left for the West.
I don’t know if she felt guilty or if she gave up everything, but she embroidered herself, she was the woman.
She was to some extent Seria she knew about the woman, but the information written here on her was something she had never seen before.
Among them, what caught her eye was the fact that she had a child.
It was a provocation.
The way she was thinking she already seemed like she’d done it all herself.
So, it was a kind of notice to get away from him.
The thoughts about the level of action that I had been thinking about a while ago had already disappeared.
The scales have already tipped.
She was clearly at a disadvantage, given that she had children as well.
At least it had to be equal.
She had already told people about their relationship, but she still thought she was lacking something.
She promised that she would be nice to him when he returned.
Now she was Seria, who was determined not to just sit and watch.
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It was after the sun had set when we arrived at the islands.
There was a reason why the sun set early because it was winter, and there was also a reason that the absolute distance was far in the first place.
She decided to go back to her room for now.
She had been told to come into the mansion a few days ago, but for some reason she didn’t feel like going.
Hour.
Yeah it took a little bit of time
Time to think again from scratch.
On my way to my room, someone spoke to me.
“See you here, Mr. Weiss.”
Seemed to have seen it somewhere.
That day, she was the one I had seen at both the awards ceremony and the banquet at the Fellowes Mansion.
She couldn’t remember the name, so she tried to get a rough greeting and pass it on.
“Ah…Yes, how are you?”
“Where are you from?”
“I’m on my way back for a while because I have work in the West.”
She doesn’t seem to have had a direct conversation with this person, so why does this person act like they’re close friends?
I thought I would like it to end soon.
But he continued her words as if he had no intention of doing so.
“Aren’t you going to the mansion?”
Does this person already consider me a member of the Fellowes Mansion?
The person concerned is thinking about rethinking the relationship from the beginning.
“There is still room contract period, so it will probably be after that.”
“Is that so.”
After that, the conversation didn’t last very long.
He, too, was on his way somewhere, so he soon finished the conversation and followed his own path.
I doubt that the person who is kind to me really sees me as who I am.
Am I Edward Weiss?
Or do you see it as the husband of Seria von Ferroz?
I felt like I was losing myself.
Just from Edward Weiss to this year’s winner, to Ceria von Ferroz’s Promised Husband.
Got to the room
But the key I had didn’t open the door.
I had been like this a few times before, so I went to see the owner on the first floor.
“Anybody home.”
From the inside, the owner must have been sleeping and came out looking disheveled.
“What’s up?”
“I don’t have the key.”
“How many?”
“Room 304.”
He flipped through the ledger, looked at me once, then at the ledger again.
“What’s your name by any chance?”
“It’s Edward Weiss.”
He looked at me with an incomprehensible expression.
“Is your name correct?”
The conversation was going mountain.
“That’s right.”
“It says the tenant in room 304 is not Edward Weiss.”
