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Everything Was a Mistake-Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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He didnβt know what kind of consciousness he was struggling with. πππeππ¦π£π―π°π―ππ.cπm
Nocton left the terrace and just walked in a straight line.
He didnβt know where he was and where heβs heading, heβs not aware of anything while moving.
The face that was originally pale is as white as if all his blood was drained from the body, and the always relaxed expression was distorted by agitation.
But without having the time to care about what hia expression was like, his mind was constantly rewinding what was a little while ago.
A red hair that was blown by the wind, a whitened face, whenever he said something, she just walked backwards and avoided eye contactβ¦.
βWhat do you want to apologize to me for? What do you want in return?β
βIβm scared of you.β ππ―πeπeπ―π·πΌπeπ.ππΌπΊ
βBut when Alice or Aaron says something about you, I canβt trust you, Nocton. How can I trust you? Thereβs no trust between us. You made it that way.β
He remembered Valroseβs hand, who was holding his hand. Even on cold winter days when the breath was frozen, it wasnβt that cold. She wasnβt shaking that much.
The moment she took Noctonβs hand and took it to her own neck, he felt an indescribable fear. As if the fear of Roa Valrose was literally transmitted, or as amplified as it was.
The shaking in her hand was too strong, her neck was too thin on his hand.
It was so thin that a little more force would make it break, which inflated Nocton Edgarβs fear.
If he does something wrong, if he does something a little wrong, she will die β¦ damn it.
βAt the tea party, in the drawing room β¦ were you trying to kill Aaron?β
βWere you trying to kill Aaron?β
βWere you trying to kill someone?β
The voice of Roa Valrose lingered in his head.
It wasnβt just a repetition.
The voices of his childhood were moving around his mind and gradually changed.
In a more sly and manipulative tone.
A sound that is heavier and sharper.
Andβ¦.
βYou sure are a devil bastard.β
βThere is no child who would not be scared if they knew what you really were.β
βBefore you destroy Aemon, you must firstββ
βNocton Edgar!β
A loud noise suddenly awoke him.
Surprised Nocton turned his head. Immediately, he saw a familiar figure right behind him.
A platinum-haired tall who shined brightly even after sunset, Aaron Claymore.
βYou didnβt even listen when I called you, now you look back.β
The stiff-faced man approached and frowned.
His gaze flowed down from Noctonβs pale face to the his torn palms.
Only after seeing the movement of his gaze, Nocton realized the pain that was not mild.
βWhat happened to your arm?β
He has good eyes, most of his body are covered by clothes, and because he was walking, itβs hard to see his palms. No, in this case, itβs better than just good.
In the midst of his poor condition, he met an unwelcome person.
Heβs not in a pleasant mood.
Nocton ignored Claymoreβs words and was just about to pass by, but he stopped when he looked at the manβs collar.
It was hidden by cravat, but he felt the unique energy.
The energy guards against black magic, prevents Aaron Claymoreβs feelings from leaking out.
Yes, itβs the same kind that Valrose had.
βItβs just a necklace on my neck that I paired with Aaron.β
He felt the divine power quite a bit, but it was not that great compared to Noctonβs ability, so he didnβt care much when he found it on Valrose.
No, itβs a lie.
From the moment he entered the ballroom, he was constantly paying attention to the necklace around Valroseβs neck.
The day Alice Limorand headed to Marquis Valroseβs residence to see what had happened, she found out that he was a black wizard.
The day they met after a month, she came with a holy relic around her neck, and he couldnβt help but bother.
But he wasnβt in a position to argue about it, thereβs something thatβs more important than that, so he ignored it because it would only be used to avoid brainwashing and curses without any low cost.
He realized the moment he touched Valrose.
The holy relic contains more power than he can feel.
The divine power, that was revealed momentarily, was so powerful that it could be preserved as a treasure of the temple.
The immense power that doesnβt even allow the wearer to be pulled
If it werenβt for a priest, it would be difficult to find it privately, so where did she get such thing?
Three of those.
Nocton Edgar slowly raised his gaze from Aaronβs neck and glared into his eyes.
Claymoreβs necklace must have the same power.
However, it didnβt matter if the opponent wasnβt Roa Valrose.
It was too simple to break the necklace if he wasnβt worried about hurting his opponent.
Actually, while he was pulling Valrose from the broken railing, the necklace couldnβt bear his power and it was shatteredβ¦.
βAh.β
In a belated rush, Noctonβs eyes shook.
Did he get angry?
Aaron Claymore breathed a long sigh, he gave up on the answers after the silence continued.
βBecause you are a Duke, I believe that you will treat your hands on your own. You went to the terrace with my fiancΓ©e, Iβd like to know what happened.β
After a bad situation and bad opponent, Claymoreβs words are even more upsetting.
It was an unrivaled and outspoken question even if he believed in the necklace.
Still, he thought he had been patient since he was an adult, but Aaron Claymore gradually triggered Noctonβs murderous intent.
His fingertips twitch nervously.
However, it was the same before, and even in the future, he was in no position to be reckless in using his hands.
What had happened a month ago and the words that had been lingering in his head were once again engraved in his mind.
In the first place, he should have endured it in the drawing room as well.
βI donβt think itβs any of your concern.β
Although it would look like he was running way, Nocton turned away because he was too exhausted to pay attention to that. But again, Claymore spoke.
βHow can I not be concerned? Roa and I are clearly engaged. I canβt help but notice youβre alone with her on the terrace.β
βNow, are you doubting Valrose?β
βDonβt be ridiculous. What I suspect is Your Grace. I canβt help but worry about what Your Grace has done. Itβs only been a month and youβve already forgotten what happened?β
βSir Claymore.β
Heβs just trying to let it go, but itβs still stratching his inside.
Nocton turned his body back to Claymore.
The strong-willed eyes irritated him.
Yeah, Aaron Claymore wouldnβt know, but he couldnβt touch him.
However, it didnβt mean that he had to still accept the dispute that didnβt work.
The young man twisted his mouth and laughed.
βWhy donβt you go to the Limorandβs young lady when you have time to ask that? Maybe something happened to her.β
The manβs face was frozen. In front of Valrose the other day, it was the same face he made when he mentioned his other love.
Aaron Claymore had many things that bothered him, but the most disgusting thing was that part.
He pretended to be a noble knight and did all kinds of good things, but he carried out his engagement with someone else in his heart.
Although he was doing well to keep others from noticing, Nocton, whose abilities had grown, could clearly see where Claymoreβs heart was headed.
He didnβt know how it happened. He wasnβt even curious about the process.
However, Nocton did not like those who were different on the outside. Everyone would, but he was especially so.
Because he was able to vividly feel the disparity in someoneβs mind and appearance.
It was also amazing that the person was Alice Limorand.
Not as much as Aaron Claymore, but she was also annoying.
Seeing Claymoreβs face hardened makes him feel a little better.
For a while.
The pleasantly closed mouth opened again.
βYour Grace seems to have poor eyesight.β
ββ¦.What does it mean.β
βDidnβt you just come out on the terrace and run into each other? Iβm sure I saw Lady Alice Limorand walking past Your Grace unharmed, youβre saying something embarrassing.β
He ran into Alice Limorand?
Nocton searched his memory at the unfamiliar story. However, it was meaningless to trace back memories since it was nothing but blank when he came out from the terrace.
He just met the person he brought up in his attempt to bite Claymore, what a bad luck.
Even in his own thoughts, Nocton burst into laughter.
βYeah, I guess I didnβt realize it because her existence is too small. So what.β
The flames, which had been patient all along, came to the limit. The boundary that Aaron Claymore should not be killed remained, but Noctonβs eyes changed nonetheless.
The air around them cooled down at once.
βDonβt you understand? As the Imperial family has not arrived yet, the aristocrats who have arrived are waiting in the ballroom. Iβm the only one whoβs allowed to come out, itβs just you who shouldnβt. Thereβs no eye in the Imperal garden, I donβt think thereβs any reason for me to suppress my anger.β
At the moment Aaron looked strange, nervous about the sudden change of heart.
Nocton clearly recognized the change in the manβs face, but he didnβt care.
The important thing in this situation was to drive Aaron Claymore out before his patience ran out.
βI think itβs a wise decision to go back when Iβm still patient. So, what do you think, Sir?β
βWhat happens if you donβt hold back?β
βWhat?β
βCan Your Grace hurt me?β
He must have misheard what he said, Nocton frowned.
Aaron Claymore spoke once again, with a firmer voice.
βTry it if you can.β
***
How much time has passed, tears that seemed unlikely to dry out ran out, and there was a chill in my skin, which I didnβt even know was that cold.
It was only now that I realized Aliceβs dress was covered with tears because I cried with my face buried in her arms.
After crying for a long time, my heart was relieved, but I was embarrassed when the sorrow disappeared.
God, what have I done.
Did I cry?
In Aliceβs arms?
Not at a mansion, but at a fancy ballroom full of aristocrats?
I canβt go right back to the mansion, and when the Imperial family arrives, I have to return to the ballroom?
I recalled my face with a broken make-up and clearly swollen eyes.
It was an imagination that I didnβt want to look in the mirror.
Wait, come to think of it, maybe someone saw me going to the terrace with Noctonβ¦.!
The idea of going back to the ballroom made me feel like Iβm losing all my blood.
I turned my head to the collapsed railing of the terrace.
Letβs jump.