Thought It Was ‘The End’, Only to Return to a Changed Genre - Chapter 91

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Chapter 16. A Blade Below the Neck (7)

Harrison wasn’t the only one flustered by the coldly dropped voice.

Edelaine, Edwin, and Genevieve also looked at Shane with bewildered faces.

However, his face remained composed.

He looked at Edelaine indifferently, as if it didn’t matter whether she lived or died.

“Do you think I’m joking? That I can’t kill one helpless woman caught in my hands?!”

Harrison pressed the sword closer to her neck as he spoke. While his gaze toward the bleeding neck was cold, his insides burned with anxiety.

“Of course not. If Greenwinsor had kept such a man as a knight, they would have lost the Prince long ago.”

“Then you really don’t care if your wife dies? That can’t be true, I’ve seen with my own eyes how obsessed you are with her…”

Shane tilted his head and looked at Harrison with narrowed eyes.

“Didn’t you prove yourself that you can never truly know what someone is thinking?”

“But then, why…”

Why did you come after us with such terrifying force?

Unlike land routes, sea routes couldn’t have escape paths blocked in advance. It also took time to prepare ships for pursuit. He had thought that with luck, there would be no pursuit until dawn.

But the pursuit came much faster than expected. As if they had known their location.

“Because it’s mine.”

“…”

“Whether dead or alive, the fact that it’s my possession doesn’t change.”

Shane smiled beautifully as if painted in a picture.

“The Saint would have been useless if dead. But ‘that’ is mine whether dead or alive.”

It wasn’t the time for jokes, and nowhere in his face or voice could any lie or bluff be found.

What showed through his brightly smiling face and lightless blue eyes was only swamp-like sticky obsession.

The abnormal possessiveness that he would never let go even if she died, that he would devour even a cold corpse completely.

That was Shane Blancarde himself.

To those who knew he had obsessed over Edelaine for a long time, these words sounded like his most honest feelings. Edwin and Genevieve frowned, and Lloyd couldn’t hide his disgust.

Even Harrison held his breath.

Shane’s lips relaxed as he read the horror directed at him in the silence.

He lowered his eyes toward Edelaine and said.

“Rather, if you could die, it might fulfill your wish to always escape from me.”

“…I wasn’t running away.”

Edelaine barely managed to speak.

Of course, he believed it was a lie. A lie to make Harrison let his guard down.

But the more calmly he continued speaking, the less he could find any falsehood in him.

“I said I wasn’t running away!”

“I know.”

The blue eyes that had been directed at Harrison fell to Edelaine. It seemed like she could figure out what was sincere if she met his eyes, but his blue color still had no warmth.

She couldn’t bear the sorrow.

“What do you know? You know but still act like this? What, it doesn’t matter if I’m dead or alive?!”

“Edelaine.”

“Don’t call my name pretending to be friendly, you crazy bastard!”

If I cry now, I lose.

Edelaine didn’t want to cry. She absolutely didn’t want to show such a pathetic sight.

But the surging emotions wouldn’t subside at all.

She could understand Shane not being able to trust her.

Of course he couldn’t. Even she wouldn’t be able to easily trust a liar.

No matter how much he pressed her, she wouldn’t tell him the secrets she held, so he must have wondered what truth could possibly justify all this. Edelaine knew well that her words and actions had never been trustworthy.

But Edelaine had lived alone with her secrets for over ten years.

She believed she had to keep her mouth shut so no one would get involved with her.

Knowing better than anyone that her nightmares weren’t just dreams, she couldn’t wish for her own comfort at the cost of the lives of people precious to her.

She couldn’t speak because she was trying to protect them.

Because she had chosen to swallow everything alone rather than share it, it became even harder to speak. And.

‘How can I tell them.’

That I thought you would kill me someday.

That I believed the people who ‘still’ cherish and love me would someday abandon me, hate me, and kill me…

‘To people who love me this much.’

After learning that reality didn’t flow according to the story, Edelaine tried not to turn away from the things that had been twisted because of her.

She apologized for her wrongs and tried to understand even when she heard resentment.

Because they didn’t know what Edelaine knew.

Because they didn’t know how persistently the world that had flowed according to the predetermined story had tormented her to exclude ‘Edelaine.’

Because they thought she had been simply relieved and happy after abandoning them.

Edelaine didn’t want people to understand how much she had suffered. Rather, she wished they would never know.

So she accepted it even when everyone who knew her confined her arbitrarily. She had no complaints.

But hearing Shane say it didn’t matter if she died was too heartbreaking. He had also said she was bothersome and that he was tired of her.

No matter how much he hated her, wasn’t it too much to act like this even at a time like this?

When before.

“You said you liked me…”

You said you loved me.

You said you were more afraid of me dying than being hated by me.

Edelaine gasped and cried loudly.

“I like you too, but you won’t believe me, you won’t let me speak! And now you say you’re tired of me!”

“…”

“What am I supposed to do…”

Unable to hold back any longer, Edelaine poured out tears while swallowing curses and biting her lips. She didn’t want to say anything more pathetic.

If she had decided to suffer alone, she should have kept quiet until the end. Throwing a tantrum because he wouldn’t acknowledge her suffering was ridiculous childishness.

Her emotions wouldn’t calm down at all, so she just closed her eyes.

She didn’t want to know what kind of face Shane was making, or if he was even looking at her.

“Be quiet! Damn it, I caught the wrong hostage…”

“You be quiet! Don’t yell! My eardrums are going to burst…”

Whether Harrison’s sword cut her neck or not, even pain had no meaning now.

She hadn’t lived such a smooth life that she would be frightened by just a sword held to her neck.

As Edelaine snapped back and threw a tantrum, Harrison gritted his teeth.

If she truly had no value as a hostage as Shane said, there was no reason to keep holding Edelaine, but there was also no reason to let her live.

He could only hope that this woman meant something to the boy who had captured Kaitlyn. Maybe he could somehow rescue Kaitlyn in the confusion.

Harrison, who had decided to slit her throat, gripped his sword and took a breath.

The man who had been standing coldly suddenly stepped forward.

There was no time to step back or block him.

A demonic smile appeared on the neat face of the man who had suddenly approached right in front of him.

“Try killing her.”

Shane grabbed Harrison’s blade with his bare hand.

Edelaine looked with horrified eyes at the blood flowing down his wrist.

“I’ll make sure you can’t die even if you want to.”

“Huk…”

“I’ll cut off the limbs and gouge out the eyes of everyone you know. You’ll have to eat it all, together with that woman.”

Harrison stiffened.

That’s when it happened.

A familiar scent brushed past his nose.

Realizing it was a fragrance he often smelled from Genevieve, Harrison swallowed.

As soon as he raised his eyes, something sharp pierced his side. There was no sensation, no pain. Harrison’s eyes widened.

Genevieve was below his chin.

In the blink of an eye, she had snatched Lloyd’s dagger from beneath Kaitlyn’s throat and lunged at him.

Genevieve gritted her teeth as she firmly gripped the handle of the dagger that had pierced her husband’s belly, slashed diagonally once more, then pulled it out. Blood gushed out like a fountain as Harrison’s knees buckled.

Edelaine didn’t miss the opportunity and broke free from him.

Genevieve looked down expressionlessly at her husband collapsed at her feet, then wiped her blood-stained cheek with the back of her hand.

However, the gesture of wiping was meaningless. Her hand was already soaked with blood. Genevieve adjusted her grip on the dagger and drew in a breath.

“Please leave the final blow to me, Your Excellency.”

She paused her words and bit her lip to hide her trembling before continuing.

“That’s my share.”

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