Chapter 100 – 9. The Story of the Passing Years (Complete)
Lucienne Lemoyn.
The Lady of the Marquis, the Winter Stone of the North, the lofty mystic, and the wicked woman with a heart frozen like frozen soil. Even she, who used all her skills behind the scenes, had her weaknesses. It is the compassion and sympathy that grew from the inside without even knowing it.
‘Is there anything more terrifying than not knowing that you might fall in love with someone you don’t love?’
Poor Romuald Dior, a husband who had to be ostracized just because he was an illegitimate child, still maintained a good heart. He lived an honest and sincere life, keeping a distance from the slander and slander that aristocrats of this era tend to follow.
‘Lucienne!’
‘So this is goodbye.’
She sometimes felt frustrated because of her high knowledge of her, but she was not in a position to comment on her disingenuousness of her.
‘No!’
‘Goodbye, Romuald.’
The villain from her previous life she died like that. I met my end while receiving the karma I had accumulated intact. It wasn’t that there was no way to avoid it. Killing her husband her for her naivety and stupidity her, and brainwashing her mother for her grief at the loss of her nanny, was all that was done.
After that, it would have been nice to go to a distant foreign country where the wind and waves of the continent could not reach and enjoy the rest of my life in peace.
‘Kkeuk, kkeuhueuk… !’
It’s a leisurely talk with beautiful girls like the four seasons.
‘Why, why, why… !’
It can be said that it is the future that I really hoped for. The reason why she chose her own death over her old ways her is simple. Because Lucienne Le Mohan was not a hypocrite in her villainy of her.
Yes, she had her villainous pride in her.
‘Why the hell are you like this, Lucienne… !’
The last thing I felt in my fading consciousness was the figure of her husband, her howling like a beast while holding my body that was cooling down. It is the sight of an invincible knight who never cried in the face of any hardships and trials completely collapsed and sobbed.
There is a certain amount of good people.
It was really as expected.
So, before taking her own life, she surrendered her possessions her to her knight her.
“It was a letter, that is.”
Rom removed her rhyme with a slightly sad expression. While she was delighted that at last she was finally able to openly talk about her past her, on the other hand, she felt very nostalgic about the memories left as deep scars in a corner of her heart her.
“I was sobbing like a madman while holding you, then I suddenly felt a presence of her and raised her head of her.”
It was none other than Françoise who was there. It was a maid who had been tipped in advance by the lady she was serving that things would turn out like this. After collecting Lucienne’s body her, claiming that it was her responsibility from now on, she delivered a letter from her and then disappeared.
“There was a lot written in that letter. Starting with why the young lady, who dreamed of becoming a knight and trained honestly, became a wicked mystic. Like a confession that at first you considered me just a substitute for the five vassals, or a feeling that you felt frustrated that I, who was attracted to Oriane because of your negligence, didn’t cross the line even after confirming our love for each other.”
The conspiracy, which felt terrifying, was a very simple motive when you know the inside story. Poisoning the Marquis was to protect her beloved mother her, and the reason for instigating the vice-count’s rebellion was to fake her death her and leave for a distant foreign country with Oriane and Françoise.
The reason why Rome was displeased was because he had ruined such a plan with his ridiculous performance of her, and the reason he later assassinated the Duke of LeBlanc in the East was to use her aunt her, Henrietta, as a replacement her.
“You were looking at everything. The rest of her, who had lost her Marion, her Oriane, who was looking for a place to lean on, and the me, who was getting more and more exhausted and collapsing, came to love her.”
Furthermore, two people who could not bear to betray their respective husbands and wives formed a unique relationship through a sensual novel.
“We suddenly felt the fear that we would be unable to stop our corruption because of our longing for each other. I thought that if this immoral romance continued, it would eventually cross the line. So one day, Oriane put her favorite erotic novels on my desk.”
A story about a knight with a bad attitude stealing an innocent and lofty lady. Days when she catches her her weakness, blackmails her, and makes her obey herself instead of her husband. A book that is so embarrassing that I can’t even dare to imagine that the elegant woman’s favorite novel is.
“The scenes and sentences I particularly liked were underlined. A confession that even the benevolent Marquis Marquis had a desire to be treated in such a mess, that was put in a footnote. And I wrote down what I would have done if I had dealt with her, as if in response to that phrase.”
It was a kind of exchange diary and a record of impressions.
“Shall we get back to the point? In your previous life, you were well aware of our circumstances. Two people who could only confirm their love for each other because of their excessive sincerity. That is why Lucienne Le Mohan gave up her lust for her mother her.”
Perhaps the mystic’s plan went awry from then on.
“It was the same reason why I tried to assassinate the Duke of LeBlanc and get his wife his, Henrietta.”
Eastern Spring, because Henrietta LeBlanc was once an Aquitaine woman like Oriane.
“Because their off-white color is very similar.”
But even that ran into difficulties. When the duke, who was the center of the eastern barons, died, the sorcerer, who was called the king’s advisor, used a dirty trick. Henrietta of old Aquitaine was brought to court and hastily executed in the same way as the North was framed.
And Lucienne, who could not stand the man’s atrocities, stopped acting according to her feelings. She doesn’t mind taking risks, and after competing with a polite wizard, she brainwashed her and made her a puppet.
“You prophesied in the letter.”
It was a fix of fate.
“I, who was always despised as an illegitimate child, will succeed in reuniting with the large army of Rus, despite the overwhelming power difference. That the world, which had been dyed red in the blood-stained canyon, would regain its pure whiteness under the violently blowing snow.”
Also, the man who lived a miserable life will rewrite his life starting from that moment.
“Yes, you are the one who made me who I am today.”
Rom, who continued to speak clearly, suddenly closed his eyes. He felt the warmth of Oriane’s arms crossed beside him and slipped his hand under her heavy coat. It showed the handkerchief he had been keeping in it and the fragments of the rocket it wrapped around.
“The morning after you died in my previous life, when I was about to go on a campaign, Oriane came to me and handed me a crude locket in this handkerchief. Perhaps she had a premonition of farewell, and with her confession of love, she kissed her and saw her off her.”
Inside the broken locket was a portrait of three people side by side. Of course, they were the Lemoang family in their previous lives. It was the only painting of Romuald, Orianne, and Lucienne on one page.
“If you are also an excellent occultist, you can feel the magic contained in this artifact, right?”
Like any other royal family, the Gaul royal family has valuable treasures. Her locket was a gift given to her by Orianne’s father, her former king her, and it was a legendary accessory that contained the blessings of her heavenly gods and had the power to defy her time her.
“In short, the power of this rocket was real, just like the royal relic, the Whistle Communication Orb.”
Of course, Lady Winter Stone was the only one who noticed that fact. Who would seriously explore power so absurd that it could be dismissed as a legend? Furthermore, several conditions were required for Rocket’s ability to manifest.
Vast magical power and sincere heart.
“I loved you like your mother.”
She didn’t admit it until the end, but Lucienne in the past would have loved Rome too.
“So sorry. My act of willingly accepting the marriage just because I wanted to find a place to settle down. If it wasn’t for that, she wouldn’t have to go through the pain of losing her beloved wife.”
Otherwise, Rom wouldn’t be where he is.
“Aren’t you curious about the last line of the letter you left?”
Lucienne, unable to move in the face of her past flooding like a tide, silently nodded her head. With her hands clenched into fists, she managed to control her rising emotions. And she heard her her back story while facing her mother her, Oriane, who looked at her with pity, and Rom, who opened her eyes around that time.
‘This is my last will to my naive and stupid husband. I’ll give you everything in the afterlife. Instead of playing around with it, bury your honesty and sincerity with me in this world.’
Be her husband as befits her cunning and vicious wife her.
“I kept your will, Lucienne.”
As he read his wife’s will her, who died on her knees, Rom sobbed and frantically repeated that he would. Then, the mystic’s letter resonated with him and burned, transferring powerful magical power to the knight.
Deadly poison, curses, hypnosis, and brainwashing.
To cast a spell to protect her husband, whom she loves, from any evil intent.
“How are you?”
A man who was truly loyal to his family. So, while listening to the wishes of the Marquis Baek’s wife, whom he had longed for, the knight followed his wife’s wishes her. His name was Romuald Dior, who willingly accepted his fall.
Clinking, Lucienne, finally understanding what had happened, dropped the needle in her hand.
The expression that had been cold like the weather in the middle of winter melted and shook. However, her noble lady could not give up her pride even though things had come to this point. He somehow rationalized himself, saying that past lives are past lives, and present lives are only current birthdays.
“… Did you remain me?”
I couldn’t help but ask that question out of my mouth without knowing it.
“No.”
It didn’t matter anyway. She was able to realize right away from the look of her ex-husband who firmly shook his head and denied it. That this man did not resent himself even in the days of such fierce cold-heartedness.
“I’ve always missed you.”
Rather, because I truly loved and loved again, at this moment, I came back as a man worthy of being the companion of the mystic who was the villain in front of me.
“The rest of the past, minus the memories, is just the story of the years that have passed after all.”
