Thought It Was ‘The End’, Only to Return to a Changed Genre - Chapter 55
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Chapter 11. The Villainess Has Grit (4)
For example, when I opened my eyes, Genevieve was pointing a knife at me.
She glared at me with a tear-stained face, breathing heavily.
“D-die…”
I knew from multiple experiences that there was no point in talking at times like this. But even so, I couldn’t help but speak, because Genevieve, who was trying to kill me, looked so tormented.
Not knowing what this situation was about, Edelaine smiled instead of speaking, meaning to say it was okay.
“Do you think this is funny?!”
“I didn’t smile because it was funny.”
“You’re always like that! No matter what I did, no matter what I tried, you always laughed it off!”
“…”
Should I just shut up?
“I have no choice now…”
So what’s the reason…
“For me and my baby to live, I have no choice now…”
If I congratulated her on her pregnancy here, I’d seem like a psychopath.
Genevieve had said she wanted to have her own family. That she wanted a child. She said she was too busy to have a child now, but when she had a little more time, she definitely wanted to have a baby.
If it’s for the baby, there’s no choice. The knife tip pointed at Edelaine trembled precariously. Even though she didn’t know what this situation was about or why she posed a threat to Genevieve’s child, Edelaine accepted the reason for her death.
However, with all that trembling, it didn’t seem like she’d be able to kill me in one blow.
Edelaine carefully reached out her hand.
“Ah, eek, d-don’t come closer!”
I’m being murdered right now, right? Somehow she felt like she had become the villain threatening her.
“That won’t work, Genevieve…”
“I said don’t come closer!”
She boldly grabbed the knife tip firmly with her hand. The metal dug into her soft flesh, causing a chilling pain, but it was bearable enough. Genevieve looked as pained as if she herself had been stabbed.
“How are you going to kill me like that?”
“Uh, ah, uah…”
“In one blow, here.”
With her bloodied hand, she grabbed Genevieve’s slender wrist and brought the knife to her own throat.
Does this count as killing myself?
“You have to slice it.”
“Hik, ugh.”
“Kill me in one blow.”
You know, Genevieve. Even when killing, you have to finish it in one blow so the pain is brief.
As she smiled slightly while thinking such thoughts, Genevieve’s purple eyes darkened. Then she bit her lips as if she had made up her mind.
Fortunately, there was no need to slice several times.
Edelaine collapsed, clutching her throat as blood gushed out, staring intently at Genevieve’s face.
Though she would prevent situations like Genevieve killing her from happening, even in this state, it was somewhat comforting to know that she wasn’t trying to kill her out of genuine hatred.
The sight of her crying in agony as if she herself wanted to die was rather pitiful, though.
‘This is a dream.’
Her vision became blurry.
Herself collapsed, Genevieve crying while holding her dying body, and footsteps.
“Edelaine!”
The door opened and Shane burst in. She tried to look at him, but she was already unable to move. It was fortunate it was a dream, but she was sorry even if it was a dream. Edelaine strained her ears to find someone laughing in her fading consciousness.
‘Ah, fuck. I can’t do it.’
Her consciousness cut off.
***
Next was Lloyd.
Lloyd preferred poisoning rather than stabbing to death directly.
Since he was taking care of her food, clothing, and shelter most closely, that would be more convenient.
Perhaps out of consideration for their past affection, he seemed to have used a strong poison.
Edelaine thought it was just like Lloyd to kill her by putting deadly poison in the tea served for dessert. The fact that he filled her stomach before sending her off, even when sending her away. Whether to call it kind or unnecessarily attentive…
“Why did you do it?”
“What would change if you knew?”
“I should at least know why I’m dying.”
“…”
“Tell me. I won’t get angry.”
“Threatening someone who’s dying.”
“…”
“This is better than dying at someone else’s hands, my lady.”
“…”
“Your body will remain intact. I’ll hold a proper funeral for you.”
Well, fucking thanks…
“I can’t watch you die at someone else’s hands. I’d rather kill you myself.”
“Ah, calling me sister.”
“If you had given up earlier when I told you not to do it, when I said let’s run away…”
“Your wish is coming true before death…”
“…”
“Call me sister again.”
“…”
“I’d like to know what poison you used too…”
Lloyd looked at me as if I were completely insane.
Edelaine struggled desperately to memorize the name of the poison Lloyd used while coughing up blood. Still, it was an intact death.
***
Just how many sins was ‘Edelaine’ planning to commit?
Choices create countless crossroads.
This dream Edelaine was seeing was a possibility she should have taken, but didn’t, causing it to go awry.
However, unlike before, the countless possibilities didn’t converge on any single point.
‘Edelaine’ would die anyway, but her death wouldn’t make anyone happy. That seemed to mean there was no predetermined ending to her future, which was comforting in some ways.
But this was really hard to endure.
Edelaine held the dying Shane in her arms. To think she had to watch someone who seemed like he wouldn’t die even if killed grow cold in her embrace. Even knowing this was a dream, she couldn’t hold back the tears that welled up.
“Edelaine…”
“Sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Shane…”
“…”
She never knew the pain of having to watch a precious person die would be this terrible.
Her throat felt blocked by something, making it hard to breathe. As Edelaine’s tears fell onto Shane’s pale cheek, Shane made a sound like deflating laughter.
“How satisfying.”
“…”
“Now you finally acknowledge me…”
Shane’s large hand cupped Edelaine’s cheek.
A bloodied hand.
What good was it to know it was a dream? Edelaine would rather die quickly. If it wouldn’t end until she died anyway, it would be better for her to die first. Why should she have to see him die while she was still alive?
Someone.
Please kill me too, please.
She needed to find who killed Shane, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Edelaine cried like an animal and shouted.
“I want to die too. I’m going to die too, Shane. I won’t let you go alone…”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I, with you of all people…”
“If you don’t want to go, then don’t, just don’t die. If you die, I’ll die too…”
Shane’s face contorted.
Someone please end this dream quickly. Edelaine sobbed breathlessly. Then someone approached from behind them and whispered.
“I’ll grant your wish.”
It was Edwin’s voice. The moment Edelaine turned around in surprise, her heart was pierced through.
Edelaine saw Edwin. Someone was standing beside Edwin.
She couldn’t see that person’s face.
***
It would be better to just die.
“Huu…”
Edelaine covered her face with both hands and sobbed.
The heightened emotions didn’t disappear in an instant just because she had woken up.
When she was only being killed herself, there was nothing but insomnia and bitter resentment toward those damn nightmares. So she could endure it.
But watching the people around her die one by one was not a sight she could witness with any sanity.
Pale complexions, hands falling as they brushed past cheeks, blood-boiling laughter—such things remained, and her tears wouldn’t stop.
Could this be karma?
‘What on earth did I do to Shane and Saint Genevieve…’
Those two had to witness such things in reality, not in dreams. She felt as if guilt was crushing her heart.
Edelaine calmly recalled the situation in her dream.
She had to remember. Otherwise, she would lose to these damn nightmares.
Shane in the dream had died once, and in the next dream, he was injured.
Foreign guests invited to the winter Founding Festival had arrived by ship. At an event she attended with the Crown Prince to welcome them, materials collapsed onto Edelaine, and Shane got hurt trying to save her.
If he hadn’t tried to protect her, he wouldn’t have been injured.
Edelaine was about to get angry at Shane when…
‘Why did I wake up?’
She belatedly realized that she had woken from the dream before dying.
How did that happen?
Surely it should only end when she died, but she couldn’t remember the scene of her death.
Edelaine took a short breath and pressed the back of her hand firmly against her eyes. Then Shane grabbed her hand and pulled it away.
“Edelaine.”
“Shane… weren’t you sleeping?”
Instead of answering, Shane frowned and stared at her intently.
“How could I sleep when you’re crying?”
“Ah…, sorry.”
“It’s nothing to be sorry about.”
Shane picked up the wet towel placed on the side table. Lloyd had brought it at dawn.
Lloyd had also caught on to her sleepless nights again. Edelaine groaned and clutched her head. Even if she tried to insist she was fine, she couldn’t hide it from people who stayed with her all day.
“Tell me, Edelaine. It’s been almost a month now. What are you hiding?”
“I just had trouble sleeping…”
“Lies, this time was terrible.”
“It’s true.”
She was just having nightmares; nothing else was wrong.
Edelaine looked into Shane’s displeased face and then firmly grasped his cheeks with both hands. Shane seemed momentarily surprised but waited obediently, offering his head to her.
‘Would I let you die?’
Not a chance.
This person is mine now. I’ll protect him.
Edelaine kissed Shane’s forehead and said.
“It’s okay. I just had a strange dream.”
She hadn’t lied.
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