Chapter 72 – Verification (3)
In that strange situation, it was the lady-in-waiting who opened the door and entered her mouth.
But that didn’t make sense either, it just lingered in her mouth.
“Excuse me.”
She must have misunderstood something firmly, so she left behind such words and quickly closed the door and left.
To a third party, it seemed that way.
A picture of a man crushing a woman.
However, the emotion based on that situation was not love.
Anger, frustration, and sadness.
He was still choking her.
It’s less than before, but it seems that she still has strength, so she coughs repeatedly.
Took her hand away
If I stayed the same, what would be the difference between me and people who are swayed by emotions?
Freed from her pressure, she was breathing faster with a more relaxed face.
“So.”
The final verification is not over yet.
“Are the things I’ve been told true?”
Even if her truth was confirmed, she had no intention of suing or reporting her.
She was supposed to be buried in moderation anyway.
From the beginning, her world and mine were different.
I just happened to get involved and have come this far, but originally, there would have been nothing to do with it.
Seria was still coughing.
“Ed…”
Finally she opened her mouth.
It looks like interrogating a criminal, but what does that matter now?
What came out of her mouth was an untrue laugh.
Have I finally gone mad?
Or was it crazy from the beginning?
But she still laughed as if she hadn’t heard me.
That laugh, which was close to madness, somehow felt uncomfortable.
“Do you want to hear the truth?”
Didn’t answer.
If I talk more, I feel like I’ll get involved somehow.
It seemed that there would be no point in hearing more about a situation that I already half-believed as fact in my heart.
How long will the secret-filled relationship last?
I got up.
Up until now, both had been rolling on the floor.
I felt a pull in my head.
She had probably been drinking strong alcohol and hadn’t slept so far, so her brain was screaming for overload.
She lay down on the bed.
She was still laughing on the floor, but it didn’t matter anymore.
She turned her back with her behind her as the moonlight was coming in from the direction of her sitting.
Bed was good.
I don’t think it will end today, so I decided to talk to her father tomorrow.
I’ll figure it out soon enough.
The situation just before going to sleep.
I heard her calling me.
“Ed.”
Should I turn around and answer or should I just keep sleeping?
If you were going to say it, you would have done it a long time ago.
It’s already late.
Sleep is more important to me now.
“Sorry.”
Wouldn’t it be too late to apologize now?
But there was a slight difference between why she made her apology and what I thought.
Something sharp cut through the flesh.
It’s a bittersweet word, but having been stabbed once, I knew that this wasn’t a knife.
It was a thin stick with blades.
It was like a tool used to inject certain drugs into the body.
I fell asleep.
I turned around and pushed her away.
“Eww…”
She was sitting on the floor with her buttocks crushed.
She reached over to the area where the pain persisted and grabbed the object that had dug into her body.
It seems that there was a saying that her muscles would get hurt if she didn’t pull it out in the same direction it came in, but it didn’t matter to me now.
The object that settled on my body was a syringe.
There was liquid inside, but only a small amount remained, so most of it seemed to have already entered my body.
“You…”
I turned her head and glared at her.
I was stunned by her behavior, which she did not even try to hide.
But the moment I was about to say something, my consciousness ended there.
“Sorry.”
Perhaps that was the last word I heard.
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He is looking at himself
Her sense of incongruity that Edward faced earlier probably came from this situation.
He is just angry with himself, but the person who accepts it seems happy.
To explain it by her standards, he was looking after herself.
He was pouring out his emotions on me.
Physical discomfort meant nothing in the face of that fact.
She was just happy that he was looking after her.
It was a dark life from the beginning.
It was a life that was not recognized at home, and half a penny was treated at the academy that I had no choice but to go to.
If he couldn’t even do this, he was destined to be sold as an arranged marriage.
Then, when he came to him and held out her hand, for the first time, she felt herself being herself.
The saying that you can do something you’ve never heard before.
He doesn’t look only at his own sexuality and treats him the same as others.
And that tenderness that subtly oozes out.
Yes, he was addicted to this kindness.
Just as a person who first encounters a drug has doubts at first, but actively seeks it after that.
And more and more, as if a certain amount is not enough and we are struggling to save more.
And as a result, as if destroyed by the drug.
She was an addict
A drug addict of her own named Edward Weiss.
Sadly, this drug, which was only allowed for one person in the world, had already been taken.
She wondered.
Why can’t I have this myself?
So she threw the odds.
Encourage people who are already taking the drug to get drunk on the side effects of the drug and quit on their own.
And she was blatantly successful.
Even after that, there was someone who smelled the scent of the medicine and tried to approach her, but she put it away beforehand.
This is because she only had to have it.
Her support since she showed her own father the worth of it gave her wings.
Everything was going well for her.
Where did it get twisted?
She lowered her head and looked at him sleeping on her own lap.
The fact that he was still by her side and that he no longer trusted her was bringing both happiness and suffering.
He was still by his side, but that way was no longer voluntary.
It was evident that he would have left immediately the next morning, had he not been by his side, as he had gone through some painful means.
If it wasn’t for that stuff.
She was the one who thought it was good that she brought it a while ago.
The things she had brought from her room earlier were none other than sleeping pills.
A sleeping pill formulated for people suffering from extreme insomnia.
Her recommended dose was five drops, but she had more than that in her syringe.
He seemed to have given up on everything, and as soon as he was about to go to sleep, she decided to think about the future a little later.
Right now, sadly, he’ll get a little hatred, but sooner or later he’ll admit himself too.
The only thing that can support him by his side is himself.
So, the moment he turned his back on me, I injected him with the drug.
He, who was about to fall asleep in pain, reacted immediately and came to argue with himself, but soon he fell into a deep depression, as if the performance was certain.
The time he wakes up will probably be around the time the sun rises in the middle of the sky tomorrow.
I had to prepare.
There was no need to move his room.
I just needed a few items to live with him.
That’s to get up tomorrow morning and get ready, and first of all, he had to go to sleep.
Stroked his head once.
His soft hair.
Perhaps, if it weren’t for that decision, from the moment the next sun rises, I would never be able to touch the happiness.
She decided to be satisfied with the fact that she kept that happiness.
Tiredness set in.
She decided to sleep next to him.
It was something I always felt, but his body style was very addictive.
Soon she fell asleep in his arms.
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I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside.
I tried to get up early and go out, but it seemed like I slept for quite a long time, probably because I drank too much the night before.
Leaving aside what happened last night, the sleep itself was simply the best.
Full deep sleep without any dreams.
The shoulder is sore.
I don’t think I had to use my shoulders much, but why does it hurt so much?
I found a watch.
I’m going to say it slowly and leave this room.
I pull back the covers and try to move my feet out of bed.
It does not move beyond a certain angle with a creaking sound.
I hurriedly took a look at the rest of my body that wasn’t revealed…
My legs were chained.
My first thought after seeing that was not anger or despair, but absurdity.
You are such a lonely person.
I only heard that.
I lay back on the bed and waited for someone to come in.
No one comes in
It’s like being quarantined somewhere.
Without a watch, I could only guess how long it had passed.
Was it like three hours?
Someone opened the door and came in.
It was Seria.
She brought me a meal on an indoor wagon or something to see if I was going to eat it.
Just as she was about to hear a bit of disgust at her laugh, she opened her mouth.
“Did you sleep well, Ed?”
