Celebrity Lady - Chapter 147

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Celebrity Lady
Chapter 147
“Shall I wound the lady’s throat now, or shall I not?”
After that, the question had lost all meaning.
He had already decided I was not Vista’s contractor.
If I said he would wound me, he wouldn’t. If I said he wouldn’t, he would.
Better not to see blood for nothing…
“……You did it.”
“Oh.”
Nathan withdrew the blade he’d been pressing forward and smiled slightly.
“Wrong.”
“Your Highness, I have something to say to you.”
“Shh.”
Nathan pressed his thumb firmly against my lips.
“You speak far too well. Your acting is far too convincing. So I decided it would be better not to mix words with the lady as much as possible.”
Damn it.
“So from now on, only answer what I ask you. If you needlessly open your mouth, you might just end up getting hurt.”
He waved the Short Blade threateningly before my eyes.
“I understand…”
“Good.”
Nathan crossed his legs neatly and opened his mouth as if conducting an interrogation.
“While bringing you here, I examined the back of your hand closely. There really wasn’t a Spirit Contractor’s mark.”
“……”
“At first, I thought the whole thing was staged. The Altar officials, the Diolus Duke—they’d all be on Lark’s side anyway…”
Nathan, who had been tapping his own chin with the hilt of the Short Blade, pursed his lips as he continued.
“I thought you were trying to hand Vista’s contractor over to the Crown Prince by disguising a perfectly fine Spirit Contractor as a lady and hiding her away.”
“……”
“But that wasn’t it. So, next question.”
Nathan pointed the tip of the Short Blade directly at me.
“If you’re not even a Spirit Contractor, why is Lark so obsessed with the lady?”
“……Because His Highness the Crown Prince likes me?”
“Pah. Pu-hah! Pu-ha-ha-ha…”
Nathan, laughing while holding his belly, shook his head.
“No, no.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Don’t play word games with me, would you?”
Nathan’s expression hardened instantly. He moved behind me and pressed the blade to my throat again.
“You know exactly what I want to hear, so you shouldn’t give me such an evasive answer.”
As the cold blade pressed in slightly, my throat grew raw.
“The fact that the lady is a Spirit Contractor was already confirmed by my spirit. You must have guessed that much, no?”
“……”
“So what did I want to hear from the lady with my earlier question?”
“……”
“You won’t answer?”
“I… what spirit did I contract with?”
The moment Nathan’s grip tightened, my mouth opened almost reflexively.
“That’s it.”
“……”
“You don’t want to answer?”
“Your Highness, I—”
“Then let me guess.”
Nathan, who had turned to face me again, sat down, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.
‘Good, wasting time like this is perfect for me. This must be somewhere in the Imperial Palace anyway.’
He could only stop time within a certain space, and that space had limits.
I didn’t know where we were, but it couldn’t be far from Lark’s office.
‘He’ll come. Just need to drag this out a little longer.’
If Lark’s spirit, Randian, is as capable as I think, finding my location should be easy…
“If you know or not, there are still three Top-tier Spirits without contracts. Vista, who shows the future; Chamber, who commands space; and.”
Nathan smiled.
“Wishit, who grants wishes.”
“……”
“I just confirmed that you’re not Vista, and if perhaps you were Chamber…”
Nathan made a gesture toward empty space.
“You could create a Dimensional Portal right here.
The guards in the Imperial Palace would come running and rescue the lady immediately.”
Chamber’s ability to connect distant spaces was no different than teleportation.
Nathan’s point was well-taken—it was exactly the ability I needed now—but having never even seen a hair of Chamber’s, how could I possibly wield such power?
Seeing my silence, Nathan laughed outright.
“All the tricks you’ve pulled so far, even being able to hide the mark on the back of your hand while pretending not to be a Spirit Contractor. There’s only one way to explain it. Right?”
Nathan added with barely concealed glee.
“Damn it, you were Wishit all along.”
“Your Highness.”
“Now you understand why I was bold enough to do this, don’t you?”
“……”
“Lady, make a wish for me.”
Yes, now I understood. Why he had come at me so recklessly.
He’d been certain from the start that I was Wishit’s contractor.
With Wishit’s ability to grant any wish, cleaning up this audacious act would be simple.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve already used them all. There are no wishes left.”
“Ah, I had suspected that much.”
Nathan nodded.
“Even with so many strange inconsistencies, I foolishly concluded that the lady’s spirit couldn’t possibly be Wishit. That was the reason why.”
“……”
“If you had Wishit and disliked me, there’d be no need to go through all this trouble backing away, would there? But instead, you deliberately set traps, schemed…”
“……”
“That wish-granting spirit, once called a god in ages past. Something must be wrong with Wishit’s power. Do wishes have a limit? A fixed number?”
“Yes, that’s right. But I really have used them all…”
“What a shame. Then I suppose you have to die here.”
“Ugh.”
This time, Nathan’s grip on the blade was truly deep and menacing against my throat.
“I brazenly used my power right here in the Imperial Palace to take you. There’s no excuse. I gambled everything on this.”
“……”
“If you truly have no wishes left, then I’ve lost the gamble.”
Nathan added with a dejected expression.
“Right now, you could spend a wish to escape.”
“……”
“I’m not sure if you truly have no wishes left, or if you’re holding on just because you’re too afraid to waste them.”
But then he smiled brightly.
“Either way, of course I won’t go to hell alone. The road to damnation is lonely.”
“Please, save me.”
“So there really are no wishes left.”
“Please.”
“I’m counting down. Ten, nine, eight…”
“There aren’t any—what am I supposed to do?”
“……Three, two, one.”
“What!”
“……”
“What, what. You have to tell me what wish to make. You have to speak.”
Finally satisfied with an answer, Nathan smirked.
‘Now I understand why people lose control of themselves moments before death.’
I had learned something I never wanted to know.
The ultimate terror of not knowing when the blade would slit my throat drained all strength from my body.
I felt as though I stood with one foot in the afterlife and one in this world—teetering on the edge.
Yet I tried desperately to compose myself.
“I can’t wish for something absurd. Like unlimited wishes, or subjugating Wishit…”
“I’m not fool enough for that. If such things were possible, the lady wouldn’t be trembling like this right now.”
Nathan pulled his chair right up in front of me, closing the distance completely.
With his legs spread and my knees trapped between them, the space between us was suffocatingly close.
“Eliminate every member of the royal family except me. I’ll handle the rest myself.”
“……What?”
Nathan pressed the blade forward as if he might pierce my throat entirely and continued.
“Think carefully. I promise you your life, freedom, wealth, and the power to live grandly in this empire until your death.”
“……”
“It’s not a bad choice for the lady either. Unlike Lark, I intend to value the lady over the empire itself. I’m telling you I’ll repay my debt abundantly.”
“Ahhhhh…!”
The blade pressed deeper. It hurt.
As I felt the warm blood trickling down my neck, tears burst forth unbidden.
“I don’t want to waste time. I’m counting. Ten, nine…”
Then.
A worried voice echoed in my mind.
<He’s serious right now.>
At the same moment, Wishit appeared behind Nathan.
Tangled golden hair and a beautiful face twisted with urgency.
The moment I saw him, my heart clenched.
<I know… I know…>
<Make a wish. Either eliminate him or safely get yourself out of here.>
“Seven, six, five, four…”
“Ah, please. Your Highness.”
<Hurry! If you keep stalling, you’ll die a dog’s death!>
Wishit shouted with bloodshot eyes.
<Rubetria! Now!>
“Three, two…”
“If… if you become Emperor, you’ll treat me well, right? Later… you won’t go back on your word?”
As I shook while asking my question, Nathan squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed a sigh.
“Yes. I promised, so hurry.”
“Wishit!!”
The moment I called his name, Nathan’s expression shifted oddly.
I gestured with my eyes toward the space behind him and spoke.
“He’s there. Wishit is there. Just give me a moment to say goodbye. I have exactly one wish left, and once I use it, my contract with Wishit will be severed.”
Nathan hesitated, then clicked his teeth irritably and nodded slightly.
“Hurry up.”
“Thank you. Ahem.”
I gazed up at Wishit, who stood motionless.
“Wishit.”
“……”
“I really wanted to never use that final wish and stay with you forever. I’m sorry.”
“……”
“If you hadn’t been here, I wouldn’t have lasted a single day. Thank you for staying by my side…”
Tears and snot streamed down my face as I spoke.
Wishit just stared at me silently, his expression inscrutable.
“Now I think I finally understand why your previous contractor left you as a powerless spirit who could only grant three wishes…”
“……”
“Don’t make contracts with humans anymore. Just do whatever you want and live free. I want you to be.”
I forced my blurred eyes open wide and looked directly at Wishit as I added.
“Free.”
He froze completely.
At the same moment, Nathan drove the blade even deeper.
“Damn it, enough of this—hurry up and make my wish—”
“That’s my wish, Wishit.”
In that instant.
Nathan’s expression twisted viciously.
“You bastard! You damn—”
His hand tensed as if he might pierce my throat entirely, but.
“Ah.”
As though held back by some invisible force, he could move no further.
I looked back at Wishit. He was.
Smiling. Radiantly.
“……Farewell.”
My final goodbye, spoken from pure instinct.
At the same instant, a fierce wind rose, and brilliant white light flooded the surroundings.

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