I Made a Mistake in my Confession. Can I Cancel it? - Chapter 7

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Episode 7

“However, there’s one condition.”

‘I knew it. Is he politely rejecting me?’

Lillian felt relieved. There was no way he’d give her a blank check for free. There must be some tremendous condition like a body forfeiture agreement or a slave contract. As Lillian began imagining the conditions Kartan might demand, her face turned pale.

‘Wait… This could turn into something really bad. What should I do…?’

Was this the price for being too demanding? Just as the conflicted Lillian was moving her lips, Kartan was one step ahead.

“When you come to collect it, you must come personally. That’s my condition.”

A huge question mark appeared in her mind for a moment, then her eyes widened with realization. There must be some hidden trap.

“Why do I have to come personally?”

Instead of answering, Kartan looked Lillian up and down, and his gaze lingered on her nape. Feeling a chill, Lillian shivered.

‘Did I make some mistake? Was that a question I shouldn’t have asked or something…?’

Overwhelmed by Kartan’s presence, Lillian waved her hands dismissively before even hearing his answer.

“Oh, no. I suddenly changed my mind. You don’t need to lend it to me.”

“Why? Didn’t you need the money?”

One of Kartan’s eyebrows rose crookedly. Looking at him, she couldn’t bring herself to confess that it was all a lie to get rid of His Grace the Archduke. Instead, she shook her head vigorously. At this, Kartan chuckled as if amused and picked up his teacup.

“Even when I offer to give you what you want, you make a fuss.”

It was hard to tell whether he was really going to give it to her or politely rejecting her. She stared at the Archduke as he slowly leaned back in his chair, and their eyes met. Lillian quickly looked down.

Kartan clicked his tongue as if somewhat disappointed.

“Well, fine. I’ll put it on hold for now.”

Only then did Lillian pick up her coffee cup. The coffee with melted ice was bland. Still, thinking she needed to finish it quickly to leave this place, she sucked hard through the straw. When a loud slurping sound echoed through the cafe, she felt embarrassed for no reason.

“By the way, why are there no other customers in the cafe? I heard this place is quite famous.”

Kartan rested his chin on his hand while sitting and said indifferently.

“I rented the whole place.”

‘Ah. I see.’

After hearing Kartan’s answer, Lillian nodded. Then she finally realized her mistake.

‘His Grace the Archduke has more money than I could ever imagine…’

Renting an entire cafe just to drink a cup of coffee. Lillian looked shocked at this idea she had never conceived in her life. From Kartan’s perspective, whatever amount she wrote on the blank check would probably be laughably small.

Kartan then looked down at Lillian’s empty cup and said.

“If you’re finished, let’s go.”

“Yes…”

It was when she got up with a dazed expression and came outside.

“Oh, and Lady Lillian.”

“Yes?”

It was the moment she answered cheerfully and looked up. Kartan raised the corner of his mouth as if finding something interesting.

“It would be good to see each other more often from now on. As you said, we’re already close since we’ve met twice.”

Lillian froze completely.

‘Ah. I’ve dug my own grave.’

At that moment, Lillian had that thought. That she had no choice but to confess everything truthfully.

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To His Grace the Archduke.

I have an important matter that Your Grace must know about.

I would like to meet with you to discuss it, so I would be grateful if you could spare me some time.

From Lillian Dante.

Afraid she might change her mind, she sent the letter as soon as she finished writing it.

“Now it’s out of my hands.”

She would have liked to feel at ease after that, but she paced around her room nervously until she received Kartan’s reply letter.

The reply letter arrived in less than half a day.

Come to the Opera House. I’ll listen to what you have to say there.

Along with the briefly written note, a ticket reserved for this evening was also enclosed. She was worried that the location would be crowded with people, but she couldn’t back down now.

“I’ll get straight to the point as soon as I arrive!”

Thinking about it, she felt like she had been too swayed by His Grace the Archduke all this time. So this time, she resolved not to be pushed around.

The Opera House she arrived at was exactly as Lillian had expected. Not only were there carriages of nobles lined up to watch the performance, but there were even slum children gathered to beg from them, creating a sea of people from the entrance.

Lillian waited in her carriage with her chin resting on her hand. Entry wasn’t first-come-first-served, but in order of status. Since she had refused the carriage the Archduke sent for today, she would probably have to wait quite a while before her turn to enter.

Knock knock.

Just then, she suddenly heard knocking. She turned her head wondering what was happening. The door opened and she saw Archduke Kartan before her eyes.

“Get out.”

Despite his blunt tone, he extended his hand as if telling her to take it. As she stared at his gloved hand with a bewildered expression, Kartan continued, seemingly frustrated.

“Are you going to make me say it twice?”

Only then did Lillian get up and extend her hand. He then gripped her delicate hand firmly.

“Ah.”

The squeezing sensation felt somewhat uncomfortable. Lillian let out a small groan, but Kartan paid no attention. He simply escorted her skillfully so she could safely get out of the carriage.

‘Come to think of it, he always grips firmly. Is he very strong?’

Her gaze, which had been looking at her held hand, eventually turned to Kartan. Then she unconsciously thought it would be nice if he could hold her a bit more gently, before shaking her head.

“Thank you.”

She tried to pull her hand away, but he didn’t let go. After hesitating for a moment about what to do, Lillian spoke with a troubled expression.

“Um, my hand…”

Then Kartan cut off Lillian’s words.

“Did you see what the title of today’s opera is?”

Come to think of it, she had been so focused on confessing the truth that she hadn’t paid attention to what they would be watching today. When her eyes belatedly turned to the poster, she heard Kartan’s voice at the same time she confirmed the title.

“Duke Charles’s Love.”

She froze for a moment. Lillian knew the content well too. It was a typical romance about Duke Charles, who falls in love with a Count’s daughter about to be married, and stops at nothing to win her over.

‘Oh.’

Lillian, who had suddenly come to her senses, quickly spoke.

“Your Grace the Archduke! I have something I absolutely must tell you.”

For a moment, Kartan’s expression changed subtly, but the nervous Lillian didn’t notice.

“Actually, I’ve been thinking all this time that I should tell you, but I lacked the courage. No matter how I think about it, continuing to meet like this feels like I’m deceiving Your Grace the Archduke. I think I need to set things right before they get worse.”

Feeling sorry, she simply kept her head bowed as she continued speaking.

“Actually, about that love letter you received that day. The truth is, it wasn’t meant for Your Grace the Archduke.”

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