I Became the Youngest Sister-in-law of the Ruined Reverse Harem’s Male Leads - Chapter 114
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#.114
“Ha. Haha.”
How could he dare hope for forgiveness?
He didn’t expect forgiveness. It wasn’t something he should even wish for.
Only then did reality become visible to his eyes.
His base greed of harboring feelings for Alicia Berchio after committing an unforgivable wrong, the happiness built upon a sandcastle that would soon crumble.
It was all greed.
Click.
The door opened and Alicia entered.
Her flushed face, the strong smell of alcohol wafting from her, and her staggering steps indicated that she too was drunk.
“You’ve been drinking too.”
Alicia grabbed onto him and laughed.
Marius looked at her with sad eyes before quietly removing her hands.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you this drunk before.”
“Something happened. Things have been tough lately.”
“Go to bed quickly. You’re very drunk.”
“You’re drunk too. Your eyes are half-closed.”
“Was it a company dinner?”
“No. Just. I was a bit exhausted today. Ehehe.”
Alicia, who had been laughing like a child, quickly lost her balance and swayed as her feet got tangled.
Marius caught her, but he was just as drunk as Alicia.
He barely managed to regain balance by holding Alicia close.
“Alicia. Try to pull yourself together.”
“Ha. Nothing’s ever easy, is it?”
Alicia, who had leaned her face against Marius’s chest, let out a deep sigh.
When she tightly wrapped her arms around his waist, unlike usual, Marius reflexively flinched.
He struggled desperately to remove Alicia’s fingers.
But his opponent was Alicia.
Alicia, who possessed Trobancha’s greatest military power, whom Leopold could never have defeated if she hadn’t tried to save that young soldier.
“Something must have upset you—”
However, Marius, who lost his lips to Alicia’s sudden kiss, could no longer continue speaking.
Her hands slipped beneath his clothes. When their gazes met, Alicia gently closed her eyes.
Would there be another day when those blue eyes would look at him and smile? He was certain there wouldn’t be.
Marius—once Alicia learned what he had done in the past, she might try to tear him apart.
‘You shouldn’t have extended your hand to me that day.’
Because someone as base and greedy as me doesn’t miss opportunities.
He decided to enjoy the last happiness given to him and surrendered his body to the alcohol.
* * *
During the time when Marius and Alicia were deeply immersed in their drunken state, Emilia was nibbling on food for six people she had ordered alone due to stress.
“I’m the only one suffering, stuck in the middle every day! If it’s going to be like this, just resolve it between yourselves, you two!”
Emilia, who had been stabbing at the meat, suddenly screamed “Ahhh!” and grabbed her hair.
It was fortunate there were no customers since it wasn’t dinner time, otherwise people would have definitely slipped away quietly.
“I should have just told the youngest everything honestly back then. I was so flustered that I lied without realizing it! She looked so hurt, what should I do?”
Thud.
Eventually, Emilia buried her face on the table.
Everything was a mess.
Alicia had returned with the attitude of “just wait and see,” ready to at least half-kill someone, and Lilliana had cried with an expression that didn’t suit her age.
“It’s all because of me.”
Francois, who had been sitting across from her in a daze, spoke in a voice that sounded half-dead.
“I should have chosen death instead of going to Trobancha. If I had died earlier so that Razas couldn’t take over my body— Ugh!”
Alicia kicked his shin hard from under the table.
“If you’re going to spout that nonsense in front of me, just go die right now.”
“…I’m sorry. But that was my decision.”
“Anyone can make mistakes. What’s important is how you fix them.”
“Do you think that’s possible?”
“Well. It looks damn difficult. But anyway, that’s not for you to handle. Whether to forgive or not is for the youngest to decide. You just need to live with a heavy heart like you are now.”
“Are you serious?”
“Then should our youngest have to kill you with her own precious hands for revenge? Is that what you want?”
Emilia pushed the cold soup toward him and put a spoon in his hand.
“Eat. Eat and get your strength up to live another day.”
“Why, why are you being so good to me?”
Francois closed his eyes tightly, unable to either put down the spoon or hold it properly.
While a chaotic storm raged in his heart, the existence called Emilia at its center shone even brighter during times like this.
As if saying, here, there is warmth to comfort you.
That was comforting, and at the same time sad. Because he couldn’t approach Emilia with dignity.
“I didn’t want to be born like this. I don’t want to live as someone who hurts others…”
He would have been fine without the power of an archmage if he could just live normally. Really normally.
That’s why he envied Leopold the most.
A life of working normally and being with the person you love.
“I resent Mother more each day. No, I just feel sorry for my situation.”
For the first time—for the first time including both his previous and current life—he burst into tears because of his circumstances.
Would things have been different if he had just died right after regressing?
It was when his mind was wandering to thoughts he usually didn’t have.
“If you cry like that, what does that make me, who bet my life on you?”
“What?”
“You couldn’t answer that question back then. When I asked if you’d include me in your life if I got it right.”
Emilia continued while peeling shrimp.
“How can I abandon someone who bet their life on me? I’ll include you. Come stick by my side. So stop sniveling and eat your food.”
“…Emilia?”
“Sigh. The moment I signed the marriage contract, I bet my life on you too, you idiot. To think such a fool is the Mage Tower Lord, the world is ending.”
She placed the cleanly peeled shrimp meat on Francois’s plate.
“Does that mean boyfriend is okay too?”
At Francois’s question, Emilia frowned.
When she made a displeased face, Francois’s heart trembled with nervousness.
As his previously sorrowful expression settled considerably, she let out a short sigh and said,
“Why do you interpret it that way? Well, you never know what will happen with people, so various possibilities are open. But don’t misunderstand, okay?”
“Of course. I would never misunderstand.”
It seemed like there had never been a more difficult time in his entire life than now, yet that one small comment made him think this life wasn’t entirely bad.
When Francois smiled slightly, Emilia held back the sigh that was rising.
‘It hurts my pride that your smile makes me feel good, but seeing that I feel more relief, I must be a bit crazy too.’
When a faint smile seeped into the face that had been acting while whispering false love, he looked overwhelmingly happy.
Emilia gave up trying to break her gaze toward him and complained with a reddened face.
“My life is ruined. I was planning to spend my remaining years with a handsome potato, but now there’s a pretty boy stuck next to me.”
“Wait a few years. I’ll try to become a pretty boy potato.”
“Just eat your food.”
His tear-filled eyes curved gently.
Emilia decided to admit that she was caught by Francois.
She was damned beautiful, and terrifyingly captivating.
* * *
“Lilliana. Let’s go to our cabin. It’ll be better there than here.”
“Okay.”
At Edgar’s suggestion, we gathered some snacks and drinks and went to the treehouse cabin.
Since full summer hadn’t arrived yet, it wasn’t hot even when we lay sprawled out in the cabin.
I was lying down, squishing and playing with Jelly.
“Marius is quite the fool.”
Is he just a fool? He’s selfish and mean too.
Despite being the Emperor, he has no dignity, laughing “Puhahaha―!” and his hobby is teasing me and Edgar.
“He’s such a fool he probably doesn’t even know he’s bad.”
“He wouldn’t know that.”
“But it seems like beating is the medicine for fools. You should have hit him more yesterday.”
“Then you could have helped me.”
“I’ll help you next time.”
“Good.”
After making a pinky promise with Edgar, I felt much better. Then hunger I hadn’t felt before came rushing in.
It was hunger that couldn’t be satisfied with the snacks we brought.
“Edgar. Let’s go raid the kitchen.”
“Yeah!”
Edgar jumped up before I could even follow suit and led the way out of the cabin.
For some reason, Edgar seemed to be in a good mood too.
“What do you want to eat? I’ll tell the kitchen to bring out anything.”
“Hmm. Let’s go see.”
“Let’s hurry.”
Edgar, holding my hand, walked more urgently than usual.
It seems Edgar was concerned that I hadn’t been eating properly lately.
As soon as we arrived at the kitchen, Edgar rummaged through all the cabinets and brought out food.
“This is smoked salmon and that’s cream sauce. You can dip this duck meat here.”
“I can’t eat all of this.”
“It’s okay. Just eat as much as you want.”
We were sitting at the table, chatting quietly while eating.
“Since you’re new and don’t know things, I’ll let it slide just for today. Make sure to follow meal times from now on.”
“Yes. I’ll be careful.”
The head maid came in with some maid.
“Oh. Lord Edgar. Lady Lilliana. Please call me if there’s anything you’d like to eat.”
“Do you want strawberries? Should I have them bring strawberries? Oh, how about blueberries? No wait. You’ll eat them if they’re available anyway. Head maid. Go get strawberries and blueberries.”
“If you go to the dining hall, I’ll set it up for you. Rebecca. What are you doing not greeting them? This is Lord Edgar, Duke of Runtbollenu, and Lady Lilliana, Her Majesty the Empress’s youngest sister.”
Rebecca? My head whipped around when I heard the name that had been tormenting me for days.
“Hello. My name is Rebecca.”
When I looked at the new maid, I gasped in surprise.
Red hair, green eyes, languid voice.
It was definitely Rebecca Marchione.
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