Thought It Was ‘The End’, Only to Return to a Changed Genre - Chapter 84

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Chapter 15. The Face of a Traitor (6)

Even after the marriage that was hastily arranged like roasting beans over lightning, Harrison’s life didn’t change much.

However, everything was different from before.

The sincere but ordinary royal guard Harrison disappeared, leaving only ‘the Saint’s husband.’ People looked at him pitifully like a scarecrow while calculating how to use him. Their true intentions were so transparent it was laughable.

Genevieve hadn’t chosen Harrison because she particularly liked him.

In Harrison’s view, Genevieve was someone who had no interest in anyone.

The rumor about her being lovers with Shane Blancarde was the most absurd. From what Harrison observed, the Saint and the Duke only stood side by side at official events, never even exchanging glances in private. If anything, they seemed to despise each other.

She seemed quite close to Prince Edwin, but more like siblings than lovers.

The Prince occasionally cast glances at the Saint, but he spread scandals with different women every night. That was all.

Despite countless rumors surrounding the Saint, Genevieve’s life was bleak and dry. What people commonly called romance or love had no room to seep into her life.

She lived buried in work from the moment she opened her eyes, enduring and enduring until exhaustion put her to sleep, day after day.

When Harrison saw Genevieve as the Prince’s royal guard, he thought she was someone who shone brightly. Someone who had much, received God’s love, and shared it with people.

But when you stripped away the ‘Saint’ and looked at ‘Genevieve,’ her life was utterly pitiful.

The Saint was kind because it was her job.

Though she had barely been rescued after growing up suffering abuse from her stepfather in childhood, she was still being exploited.

On her bare back remained scars from childhood. Despite being able to heal others’ wounds completely, she couldn’t erase her own old scars.

“Can’t you erase the scars?”

“I never felt the need to do so.”

Genevieve smiled as if she truly hadn’t thought of it. Harrison was momentarily speechless.

“Isn’t it reason enough that someone who cares for you would feel pain seeing them?”

“Are you referring to yourself?”

“…Yes.”

“Then I’ll look for a way.”

“I’ll look for one too. Jenny, it breaks my heart.”

However, Genevieve didn’t show much interest in erasing her scars.

Harrison didn’t know why Genevieve had to find a marriage partner so urgently. She often said, “I want to create a complete and warm family,” but… neither Harrison nor Genevieve actually knew what such a family was.

They didn’t know because they’d never had one.

“I’m too busy now, but someday for sure.”

“Yes. Someday for sure.”

If they had a child, that too could be used as a blade for Keith.

Though it would be a very lovable blade.

Harrison arbitrarily found parts of himself in Genevieve.

It wasn’t pity, just a very small sense of kinship.

An unhappy childhood, inadequate parents, and even the obsession with clinging to the one person who had saved them.

Though they had few days to spend time as a proper couple due to their busy lives, Harrison thought this kind of life wasn’t bad either.

Keith said he had no intention of killing the Saint. Then Harrison couldn’t understand why he’d given the order to approach her… but living the life Keith desired was his mission, so even if he died without ever returning to Keith’s side, he would have no regrets.

Even Harrison couldn’t fathom Keith’s true intentions.

He often went on trips alone. Harrison didn’t know what his real goal was, but if he could be used as part of Keith’s plans, that alone would give his life meaning.

But that night, everything suddenly came to an end.

‘Why! Why didn’t you use me, Keith…’

To kill the Saint, Keith didn’t need to use such troublesome and dangerous means. Just one word would have sufficed.

Kill the Saint.

That one word would have been enough.

Yet Keith deliberately tried to kill the Saint himself, and as a result, died futilely.

‘I was right here!’

He had said to become a card to use when the Saint threatened them someday. His entire life had been solely to become Keith’s tool.

But if he wouldn’t use him at the crucial moment, what meaning did his life have?

Was my life, lived for you, completely useless? Keith.

No tears came. Like a dog that had lost its master, he was left abandoned. Just like his childhood when he was left in a castle full of traitors, Keith hadn’t taken Harrison with him again.

He knew Kaitlyn had come.

Though it was their first meeting since they had parted after their childhood friendship, they recognized each other at first sight, yet didn’t contact each other separately. Harrison knew very well that his moment of value would be the very last. He hoped Kaitlyn knew this too.

However, Kaitlyn’s resentment took a strange direction. While Harrison thought touching Edelaine wasn’t wise, he believed his eye for finding people’s weaknesses was accurate.

Because Edelaine was many people’s weakness.

Genevieve would surely feel Edelaine’s scratches more painfully than having her own limbs cut off.

Kaitlyn’s spiteful demand to repay Keith’s debt to her was both unreasonable and justified. Because Kaitlyn was Keith’s other half.

In the end, he had ruined everything and become a fugitive.

Keith is me, and I am Keith.

Then shouldn’t he, who had accomplished nothing again, protect at least the remaining fragment of Keith and the country he loved?

Kaitlyn clung to Harrison like a child who had lost everything. What was before her eyes wasn’t the current Harrison, but the knight trainee Harrison who had lived with her at Blair Estate.

The fool who just nodded silently even while being teased by the girl.

She was looking for the foolish boy who gritted his teeth and forced himself up even on sick days, fearing he’d be abandoned by his master if he skipped even one day of training.

The person pulling and dragging his cheek was no longer a boy, yet she kept her eyes closed and pretended not to know.

Harrison was the same.

The tomboy who used to run barefoot through the corridors of the Lord’s Manor.

The proud girl who burst with indignation at the discrimination between her and her twin brother.

The teenage girl full of confidence, recognized for her talent and displaying her abilities.

The little tyrant who said she liked him with greedy eyes, wanting to steal the childhood friend who was loyal only to her brother.

The Kaitlyn Harrison knew was cute and lovable, but the woman before his eyes was someone he didn’t know.

A woman who had lost everything by not knowing the value of her other half and ignoring him.

A foolish woman intoxicated by arrogance, who had lost her composure and burned with twisted resentment.

But Keith had loved this other half.

He had tried to do everything he could for Kaitlyn.

It was also Keith’s will to cover Kaitlyn’s eyes and make her a frog in a well.

“Uh, mm, haa, Harrison…”

“…”

The deeper his kiss with Kaitlyn became, the more Harrison thought of Genevieve.

Protecting your side is fulfilling my life’s mission.

How much sincerity had been in those words?

At least ‘royal guard Harrison’ had truly loved Genevieve. Enough to be satisfied if he could end his life by her side. Enough to be naturally happy if he could just watch from beside her without daring to hope for even a piece of her heart.

Genevieve had said there were people who shouldn’t be touched.

Yes, everyone has people who shouldn’t be touched.

Perhaps because they had been husband and wife, even if fake, even if briefly. They were so alike.

It was ridiculous.

Genevieve’s violet eyes, colored with shock, wouldn’t leave his mind.

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