Thought It Was ‘The End’, Only to Return to a Changed Genre - Chapter 61

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Chapter 12. There’s No Grave Without an Excuse (2)

 

The person Saint Genevieve spent the most time with was, surprisingly, Crown Prince Edwin.

 

In some ways it was natural, but it was unexpected that Blancarde Duke’s name didn’t come up first.

 

‘Surprisingly, she doesn’t seem to have much interaction with Blancarde Duke.’

 

Only the rumors were rampant.

 

That was only natural.

 

A woman of lowly birth who had been treated worse than a slave became a saint overnight, and the man who discovered her abilities was one of the blue-blooded nobles of the empire.

 

A picture-perfect handsome man and beautiful woman, a saint and her guardian bound by destiny.

 

Even someone who wasn’t a frivolous romantic wouldn’t believe that nothing had happened between these two.

 

People always expect the private lives of celebrities to be dirty and sordid.

 

Because the dirtier it is, the more interesting and stimulating it becomes.

 

No one cares what the truth is, they just imagine how filthily entangled they are and add flesh to the bones as they gossip.

 

If the man’s fiancée had died trying to protect his lover, it would make for the perfect gossip.

 

However, when you actually looked at the reality, there was no interaction whatsoever between the two.

 

The Saint and the Duke had no private meetings except for briefly staying at the Duke’s fiancée’s residence before her awakening.

 

The Saint only stayed at the church or the imperial palace, and the times they became partners at official events could be counted on one hand.

 

Even when they did become partners, it was because the Duke’s then-fiancée had forcibly arranged it.

 

‘As if she wanted her own fiancé to be with the Saint…’

 

Blancarde Duke himself didn’t seem particularly interested in the Saint.

 

Though those who hoped for the Saint and Duke to get together seemed unable to see even that obvious truth.

 

In Kaitlyn’s view, the Blancarde Duchess whom the Saint had ‘resurrected’ was a devoted follower of the Saint.

 

Unless she had fallen for the Saint at first sight and loved her so passionately that she would sacrifice not only her fiancé but even her life following her around, her behavior was inexplicable.

 

She was almost a fanatic.

 

That’s why the Saint must have spent five years trying to bring that woman back to life.

 

Bringing people back to life seemed like nonsense.

 

But the Saint had clearly changed from before, and there was no way to gauge how far her abilities had developed.

 

‘I should have killed her properly from the beginning.’

 

After the failed assassination of the Saint, it was none other than Keith who said to let her live.

 

He said her abilities were mediocre so she wouldn’t be much of a threat to their business, so they should let her live, and it wouldn’t be too late to kill her later if she seemed like she’d interfere.

 

Keith died trying to take responsibility for those words.

 

He died because he was soft and kind.

 

Because he tried to show mercy to an enemy.

 

Kaitlyn and Keith were descendants of fallen nobility from the Greenwinsor Empire.

 

After losing their parents in an accident during childhood, they were driven out by relatives who coveted their title. The twins fled to the Mipan Mountain Range to survive, and there they met their current foster parents.

 

The foster parents realized the twins had the qualities of mages and adopted and raised them.

 

The twins had lived to be helpful to their foster parents ever since.

 

Especially Keith loved his foster parents and devoted his life to them. Kaitlyn loved her parents too, but she loved her twin much more.

 

She couldn’t forgive the foster parents who had discarded her dead twin’s corpse like a rotten piece of wood, and she couldn’t forgive the Saint who killed him either.

 

***

 

Sometimes there were moments when you knew you were on the wrong path but couldn’t stop.

 

Even while thinking it was utterly foolish to be consumed by impulse, you became addicted to the sensation of falling into the abyss and couldn’t escape.

 

For Edwin, that moment was like that.

 

The moment when he knew he should look away from the face looking down at him as if he were pathetic, but couldn’t.

 

The moment when he felt like he might fall into those common green eyes.

 

After Genevieve married Harrison, his restless heart poured entirely into one place.

 

It was a bottomless swamp and an irredeemable pit.

 

Edwin had a habit of coveting only what belonged to others since he was very young.

 

Things that didn’t interest him much when they belonged to no one became desperately desirable once someone else cherished and loved them.

 

Thanks to being born as the Crown Prince of the Empire, there was almost nothing he couldn’t have if he wanted it.

 

That’s why the more he couldn’t have something, the more precious it became.

 

Saint Genevieve was like that too.

 

A treasure of the continent that shouldn’t be easily touched.

 

If Genevieve had fallen in love with Shane as the world expected, Edwin might have come to love her.

 

Genevieve, who didn’t properly possess the abilities of a Saint and was thrust into people’s gaze, was trembling with anxiety, and Edwin felt protective toward her.

 

Genevieve was the first woman who belonged to no one toward whom he felt protective.

 

If Genevieve had become someone else’s like that, Edwin would have loved her too.

 

However, Genevieve didn’t fall in love with anyone.

 

More precisely, she had come to love Edelaine, but after she died before her eyes, she shut her heart tight.

 

Edwin’s emotions and interest quickly cooled.

 

The protective urge he had felt for a moment changed as if it were directed toward a sister.

 

Now Edwin regarded Genevieve more like a sister than his blood-related sister.

 

Enough that he could sincerely congratulate her when she said she would marry Harrison.

 

However, the emotions that had almost been directed toward Genevieve, combined with very old boredom, were directed toward the worst possible person.

 

‘To think that now of all times.’

 

He would feel love for Edelaine.

 

Life really was full of surprises if you lived long enough.

 

Of course, having witnessed how obsessed Shane was with Edelaine, he had no intention of trying anything with her.

 

Edwin could love because he couldn’t have.

 

The moment he could easily have her, this love and interest that had barely bloomed would also cool, so he wanted to enjoy it a little longer.

 

As time passed like this, just as he had come to regard Genevieve like a sister, this impulse would also fade away as if it had never existed.

 

‘Me, Genevieve, Shane… that crazy Lucian, even that rat servant.’

 

Edelaine was surely born with the fate of collecting only twisted affection. It was amusing that she didn’t want any of it herself.

 

If Edelaine had been a man, wouldn’t Genevieve have married her long ago?

 

‘No, even if Edelaine had been a man, I don’t think Shane would have let her go.’

 

Edwin burst into hollow laughter.

 

His twisted love was unrequited the moment he became aware of it.

 

However, his newly sprouted one-sided love didn’t seem like it would be a match for that terrible obsession. It couldn’t even compare to the feelings Genevieve had.

 

This kind of feeling, that is.

 

“Kyaaaah!”

 

“…Genevieve…”

 

“Kyaaaaaaah…”

 

“…”

 

“Kya, huh, huuuung…”

 

“I wish you’d pick one thing – either screaming or crying…”

 

“Huuuuuuung…”

 

Genevieve was practically wailing as she grabbed both of Edelaine’s hands.

 

“I didn’t mean I wanted you to cry though…”

 

“H-how, how…”

 

“How not to cry?”

 

“Huung, uuung, th-this…”

 

“What is this.”

 

“I, I, I…”

 

“What happened while you were away.”

 

Every time she let out incomprehensible questions, Edelaine provided perfect interpretations.

 

“Huu, ung…”

 

“I just lost some sleep.”

 

And when she gave this utterly simple answer, Genevieve burst into tears again.

 

As the Saint wailed loudly, the gazes of the guests filling the hall focused on them.

 

Edwin laughed like a sigh and waved his hand.

 

The blatantly pouring gazes scattered, and Shane and Edwin hid Edelaine like a wall.

 

***

 

The Saint cried, dropping thick tears.

 

A gaunt woman with a troubled expression between the Crown Prince, the Duke, and the Saint.

 

Kaitlyn smiled brightly.

 

Found you. My treasure.

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