A Korean Office Worker Who Became a Nuisance Villainess in a Zombie Story - Chapter 84

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Chapter 11. The Romance of Clover
I jolted upright.
“Praha!”
“How disappointing. The first thing you call out upon waking is another man’s name.”
“…?!”
I turned to look beside me.
Tousled golden hair. A pale, flawless face. Bright emerald eyes positioned with perfect symmetry, and lips curved upward in a smile.
Cyprus lay beside me on the bed.
His muscular torso was partially visible through a carelessly fastened robe that showed no regard for modesty.
A beautiful man like a flower, sprawled defenseless across white bed sheets, smiled at my dazed expression with an amused grin.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Why… what… what are you doing here?”
Why are we lying in the same bed?
Where am I?
I alternated my gaze between the smiling Cyprus, the empty room save for us two, and the fresh clothes I was wearing.
What kind of situation is this?
Cyprus answered my question with a gentle smile.
“Well… we’re husband and wife, aren’t we?”
“Pardon?”
“How much do you remember?”
“…Blowing up the Mansion, escaping, and performing CPR on the Crown Prince?”
“Oh my. That’s ten years ago.”
“What???”
“You suffered a severe head injury, and there may be lingering aftereffects. It seems it was true.”
“What are you talking about???”
“Ten years have passed since then. The crisis was resolved safely, and we were married. It’s been seven years now since you became known as the Grand Duchess. This is the Grand Duchy.”
“What?!?!?!”
Am I dreaming right now?
I stared at Cyprus in bewilderment as he continued spouting nonsense with a smile, when suddenly something felt wrong. I pulled back the blanket covering me. And I gasped in shock.
“What is this….”
Both my legs were wrapped tightly in bandages.
This made it seem nearly impossible to even leave the bed, let alone go outside and investigate the situation myself.
Cyprus winked at me, seeing my alarm.
“I told you. You were severely injured. Your memory disappeared because of the injury, didn’t it?”
“….”
“It’s unfortunate. Of all times, you’ve returned to ten years ago, when things between us were at their worst. But don’t worry. Our relationship has only improved since then.”
“….”
“I’ll do my best to make you love me again. I did it once, so how could doing it twice be difficult?”
Cyprus raised himself up, saying he would treat me well from now on, and gently pressed his lips to my shoulder. He looked at me with eyes so tender, as if I were truly his wife, and I asked him.
“…I lost my memory because I was injured? And ten years’ worth at that?”
“Yes.”
“You hurt your leg, and you’ve lost your memory?”
“I hit my head too, you know.”
“…Fine, whatever. But ten years have passed—why does Your Highness still look so flawlessly radiant and handsome?”
“I couldn’t say. No alcohol or tobacco, an hour of exercise daily, and plenty of fresh vegetables?”
“….”
“I’m serious. Look, look here. I’ve got a gray hair.”
“….”
Cyprus thrust his head toward me insistently. A cherry fragrance wafted from the handsome head now inches from my face.
“Hurry.”
Dazed by the urgency, I ran my fingers through his thick golden hair….
“There’s no gray hair.”
“Of course not. I dyed it recently.”
“Please… don’t joke around….”
“I’m not joking. It’s fine that you don’t remember me, but don’t deny our history. I’m hurt.”
Cyprus naturally drew my hand, which rested on his head, to cup his cheek, his eyes downcast with a melancholy expression.
Golden lashes cast shadows over his green eyes—a sight reminiscent of afternoon sunlight breaking through leaves as I’d once seen it from a carriage.
“….”
“I’ll call the physician.”
Cyprus rose first, leaving me speechless, and opened the door without even bothering to fasten his loosening robe.
“The Grand Duchess has awakened!”
At that, the physician and maids waiting outside rushed in.
“My lady!”
“My lady!”
Familiar faces calling to me with tears in their eyes.
The maids of Promae Castle.
…And of course, they hadn’t aged a day!
“…How many years was I unconscious?”
“How many years…?”
“If not years….”
“About ten hours….”
“…!”
That makes sense!
“Hey!”
“Hahahaha!”
I glared at Cyprus, who was laughing like a madman. You find this funny?!
“You’re going to joke around with someone who’s injured?!”
“Haha!”
“What if I’d actually believed you!”
“Then we’d just get married as planned!”
“Ugh!”
Furious at being deceived, I forgot all about the bandages wrapped tightly around both my legs and swung them out of bed, ready to chase him down and give him a piece of my mind.
“Huh?”
They moved perfectly fine.
“Don’t tell me these bandages were just part of your prank?!”
“Ah, that.”
Cyprus, still clutching his stomach in laughter, wiped away the tears clinging to the corners of his eyes as he spoke.
“You kept scratching at your legs, so I wrapped them to stop you.”
“Me?”
“You kept insisting there were zombies on your legs and that they needed to be amputated.”
“….”
“The reason I was lying beside you was because you wouldn’t stop thrashing about.”
“….”
“Someone had to keep you still, but I couldn’t very well tie you down, could I?”
Cyprus stretched languidly, adding that aside from that, he hadn’t laid a finger on me, so I could rest easy.
“Then why didn’t you just explain that from the start instead of playing these strange tricks?”
I’d genuinely thought I’d become Cyprus’s wife.
At that, Cyprus tilted his head.
“If I didn’t play tricks like this, how would I endure the anxiety that you might not wake up?”
“….”
“I’m joking. It was quite entertaining, thanks to you.”
“….”
I should really fix my clothes.
I underwent the physician’s examination right in front of Cyprus and even had some warm soup.
The Maids, who had been curt with me when we first met, now fussed over me attentively—combing my hair, massaging my calves.
Of course, this wasn’t the Grand Duchy but Promae Castle. I hadn’t recognized it because all those hideous paintings that had covered the walls were gone.
While I was being tended to, Cyprus—who kept interjecting with comments about not jabbing the needle painfully during injections and insisting I wear thick, soft socks because of my injured foot—spoke up.
“Praha woke before you but fell back asleep.”
“His wounds?”
“Nothing to worry about. According to the physician, he should avoid strenuous activity for a while, but given time, everything will heal cleanly. He’s in the Adjacent Room now.”
“Can I go see him?”
“Of course you can.”
“But?”
“You’ve injured your foot, so you can’t walk alone.”
“Ah.”
“Your sole is badly bruised. What on earth did you do?”
“I just stepped on something wrong, I suppose.”
“Did you step on a blade?”
Cyprus, smiling as he teased me, naturally settled onto the edge of my bed.
The moment Cyprus approached, the Maids attending me withdrew swiftly. A Grand Duke sitting on a lady’s bed in his nightclothes—what a sight.
‘My reputation is already ruined anyway, but if he’s seen with me, rumors might spread that we’re dating.’
With so many women around him, such gossip probably doesn’t even itch.
Cyprus brushed my disheveled hair back from my forehead with a simple gesture and asked.
“So.”
“Yes?”
“Should I carry you piggyback, or cradle you in my arms?”
“My heart tears at the thought of handing my wife over to another man with these hands….”
“Ugh!”
I headbutted Cyprus’s back of the head right in front of my face. I wanted to tear at my hair with my hands, but if I did that, I’d definitely end up saying more nonsense, so I restrained myself.
So here I was.
Being carried piggyback by Cyprus toward Praha’s room, which was right next door.
“I can walk there on my own.”
“I cannot allow dust to settle in my eyes.”
“At this rate, my legs are going to atrophy.”
“Does that mean you want me to keep carrying you from now on?”
“That’s not what I meant….”
I should stop talking.
Since arriving here, I’d grown far too accustomed to being effortlessly lifted or carried by these men.
Having to crane my neck just to look at the opposite sex. The stark difference in hand size, foot size, and build making it instantly obvious who was female and who was male just from being pressed against them.
Men who, when in a hurry, didn’t abandon me but swept me away instead.
I asked Cyprus, who was lingering in the Corridor despite it being right next door, playing around instead of going inside.
“Am I not heavy?”
“Are you questioning my masculinity right now, madam?”
“….”
“Just to be clear, the reason we have no heir isn’t because there’s a problem with my masculinity, but because we’ve been sleeping in separate rooms all this time….”
“…Let’s just go. Quietly.”
Stop this madness.
But the real madness came after we entered the room.
“Fairy!”
Upon entering Praha’s room, I saw sleeping Praha, Yujein pouring divine power into his wounds, and Tangerine standing guard over them both.
The moment Tangerine saw me being carried in by Cyprus, she suddenly cried out.
“Your Highness, the Fairy!”
I stood there blankly, thinking she was addressing Yujein, but only when Tangerine helped me down from Cyprus’s back and said it again did I realize she was talking about me.
Tangerine practically lifted me onto Praha’s bed and set me down. Yujein shifted slightly to make room.
Cyprus, Yujein, and even Tangerine showed no reaction to her sudden fairy comment. They simply smiled.
I pointed at myself with a bewildered finger.
“…Me?”
“Yes! Your Highness, the Fairy!”
“….”
Why am I… a fairy?
[Promae Castle]
You have entered the Safe Zone.
Survivors: Fairy, Praha, Cyprus, Yujein, Tangerine

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