Thought It Was ‘The End’, Only to Return to a Changed Genre - Chapter 112

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Epilogue 2. Forget Love, I’ll Just Make Money (3)

A person’s death has nothing to do with the weather.

Genevieve knew well enough that the world wouldn’t adjust to her mood.

But did it really need to be this clear?

The transparently breaking sunlight and the coolly blowing wind felt mockingly as if they were celebrating Edelaine Bertrand’s death.

Staring blankly at the gravestone with the name carved on it, Genevieve endlessly replayed the final moments of that day in her mind.

The crying voice of the man she thought had no blood or tears disappeared in an instant.

Edelaine’s slender arm that fell with a thud—that arm had embraced her.

It had dried her wet hair and wiped away the moisture on her cheeks with a smile.

Why did that person have to be buried there?

Being recognized as a ‘Saint’ didn’t matter at all.

Genevieve had wanted to become a Saint to repay Edelaine, who had firmly believed she would have some ability or value, not because she desired wealth and glory or wanted different treatment.

Genevieve had never once felt the reality that God loved her.

If God truly loved her, at the very least, He shouldn’t have let Edelaine die.

Life was always damn hard and miserable, but Genevieve had never once wanted to die.

Though she couldn’t understand why she had to live, she had stubbornly endured and persevered.

Even when her whole body ached as if it would break and things were difficult, she had never once thought of wanting to die.

But at this moment, Genevieve unbearably wanted to die.

The word benefactor wasn’t enough—she didn’t want to be left in a world where the beautiful person who had instantly stolen her heart had died.

The fact that she herself was the one who had caused that person to lie there was unbearably painful.

‘But now I can’t even die.’

Because it’s a life you saved.

When she could have died, she didn’t want to, but now that she wanted to die, she couldn’t.

That man must be thinking the same thing as her right now.

Damn this world, let it all go to hell.

*

Shane Blancarde lived because he couldn’t die.

While hoping the world without Edelaine would go to ruin, he was simultaneously terrified that time would pass and all traces of her would completely disappear.

Outwardly, he was composed. No one noticed that his insides were rotten to the core.

He had never even spoken Edelaine Bertrand’s name since her funeral ended.

No one dared mention Edelaine Bertrand’s name in front of Shane Blancarde.

Like a beast suffering from a wound that would never heal in its lifetime, he wouldn’t let anyone tend to, touch, look at, or pretend to know about his wound.

Because the wound and pain were also among the traces Edelaine had left behind.

In truth, Shane didn’t want even that to fade.

Even if he couldn’t breathe from the lifelong pain, he hoped not a single fragment of memory would blur.

Don’t disappear, don’t be forgotten.

Please don’t let anything drift away from me.

He lived while holding everything intact.

The world was peaceful and carefree as if Edelaine had never existed.

Everything went smoothly.

The Saint awakened and began purifying the contaminated world, and the Prince admirably filled the position the Emperor had fled from, carving his presence both inside and outside the country.

Shane received the title from his father and became the Blancarde Viscount.

He inherited all of the Blancarde Family’s wealth and authority, gaining many things.

No one looked for Edelaine.

Edelaine’s rescue of Genevieve wasn’t officially recognized because it happened before she awakened as a Saint.

The Bertrand Family also prevented anyone from mentioning their dead youngest’s name, so no one… truly, no one.

As if a person named Edelaine Bertrand had never existed in the first place.

Shane couldn’t bear it.

Rage surged up, and he felt the urge to destroy anything.

Why is this world acting like nothing happened when you’re gone?

Why am I breathing normally?

When it hurts this much.

Shane came to understand.

Just one person’s absence could make someone suffer to the point of death.

A person could live on just a handful of memories.

Some pain enables a person to live.

The emotions that had been directed only toward Edelaine lost their destination and clawed at his insides, but to Shane, the disappearance of that sensation was more terrifying. If even this pain disappeared, it seemed like there would be no evidence left anywhere that Edelaine had existed.

No matter how much time passed, he could never forget, so it would be good if he could die in this pain.

Shane endured quite well.

Even if he couldn’t be happy, he could pretend to be composed. He endured like that, and while enduring, there were times when he absolutely couldn’t bear it.

His limit came every third Saturday afternoon of the month when he used to meet Edelaine.

On those days, he would shut himself in the room where he had gathered all of Edelaine’s traces and sit quietly.

He would spend time sitting on the sofa Edelaine had used, neither eating nor sleeping.

When he stared blankly at the ceiling, tears he thought had dried up would unknowingly flow and pool in his ears.

I miss you.

Even denying reality wouldn’t bring Edelaine back to life.

If only he could turn back time, he felt he could do anything.

Shane covered his face with both hands and sobbed.

He brought out and vomited all the sorrow, despair, and abandoned loneliness he had suppressed. He pleaded to someone who couldn’t even hear.

I was wrong, Edelaine.

I was wrong, so please, forgive me now.

I’ll do whatever you tell me to, so please.

Let me follow you now.

Even if I die, tell me you’ll forgive me.

Even if she wouldn’t forgive him, it seemed like it would be okay if he could just see Edelaine after death.

After today passes.

After the third Saturday of the month when he met Edelaine passes, Shane would become composed again.

He would live to fulfill Edelaine’s wish for him to be happy.

But he wouldn’t be able to fulfill that wish either.

*

A man who should have sneered at whether anyone believed in love was dying because of love.

In Genevieve’s view, Shane Blancarde’s love was poison.

It was poison so deep it killed himself.

Was that really love? Was that truly beautiful?

Was a person loving another person beautiful and right as the world’s songs claimed?

There shouldn’t be just one thing that makes a person live.

A person could live with just one thing, but that was too suffocating and painful.

Shane, who had nothing but evil left, looked precarious even to Genevieve, who only met him occasionally.

Who would believe that this man, who seemed like he wouldn’t bleed a drop even if stabbed with a knife, was dying from nothing other than the kind of love a teenage girl might cry and cling to?

After Shane left, Edwin spoke as if disgusted.

“How long does that bastard plan to act like that?”

“Won’t he be like that for life?”

“No way. No matter how much he loved his fiancée.”

“At least I won’t be able to forget. For life.”

Edwin, who was scheduled to meet another person that day too, looked at Genevieve as if viewing a creature he absolutely couldn’t understand.

Edwin, who not only had freedom in his lower body but had never truly loved anyone, would certainly not understand. Genevieve clicked her tongue, thinking that Genevieve would get stabbed to death acting like that, yet she believed Edwin’s situation was much better than hers or Shane’s.

Edwin, who knew nothing of such love, was much healthier and happier.

One shouldn’t have only one thing to live for, but… in truth, Genevieve too had been unable to find meaning beyond Edelaine for several years now.

She was a cruel person.

If she was going to die like that, she shouldn’t have been so affectionate.

Many people had become affectionate toward Genevieve after she became the Saint.

But none of them could reach the depths of Genevieve’s heart.

Because Genevieve too had never found someone she loved more than Edelaine.

If even Genevieve was like this, there was nothing to say about Shane.

That love, which was more deeply rooted, sticky, intense, and dark, was poison. It had to be poison.

Genevieve thought Shane was insane.

Once a person goes mad, they cannot return to sanity.

*

Even now that Edelaine Bertrand had miraculously returned alive, he remained mad.

“If you’re hiding something, it would be wise for your well-being to confess obediently.”

“Did you forget I just returned from an expedition yesterday…”

His blue eyes flashed with murderous intent. Genevieve let out a sigh.

Why is this crazy bastard having another fit?

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