Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 42: [] Considering this is our last day

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The excuse of adding extra guards for the Countess of Acacia due to the missing women in the capital worked perfectly at the entrance. Disguised in a robe with a few knights, I entered the ducal manor too easily, it was almost disappointing. I wondered if I had fallen for another one of her tricks. Everything was unfolding as planned, like a dream, but the most dreamlike thing of all was... the heart pounding wildly as I descended into the underground prison.

'In this deep, dark underground...'

Roardnes felt his hair stand on end from a strange sensation he couldn't explain.

'...Adrien is here.'

His slow steps dragged heavily, as if each step was weighed down by a terrible burden. As he passed Blier Acacia, who naturally stepped aside, he saw the corpse glistening in the moonlight. When he stopped in front of the corpse, Roardnes felt like the ground beneath him was crumbling. It was the first time he had seen Adrien since the debutante ball. The cheeks that had been flushed with a blush as she smiled at Noévian were now bloodless. Amidst the artificially bright makeup, he saw the young Adrien and wept. Everything he had possessed seemed to vanish, and his heart felt as if someone was pounding on it.

"Adrien..."

The glass coffin lid, which he instinctively reached out to touch, wouldn't open.

"Adrien..."

A scream that felt like it would shatter his skull echoed within him. A desperate scream that no one could hear, only he could hear. He had never uttered a single moan, even when his flesh was cut by enemies or when he was injured enough to soak new bandages in blood night after night.

"Adrien!"

No one answered his low call. Blier Acacia, who had claimed to be Adrien's replacement, simply stood quietly behind him.

...

I gritted my teeth as I watched Roardnes collapse. It felt like a whirlwind of despair and sorrow, even greater than when I first saw him at the cemetery. Ah.

'I am the despair within.'

I felt like the sky was falling as I realized that suddenly. I had foolishly been deceived when I was alive and became another man's wife, causing him despair. And now, after death, I was causing him despair by not being able to answer his call. I had thought that everything would be resolved if I met Roardnes or Anne, but the hope I had held, like a candle in my hand, melted away.

'I am the despair within.'

Even if I confessed this absurd situation and brought the dead Adrien back to life in his heart, he couldn't be with me. A man who despaired so much at my death and wept silently could never accept Blier Acacia. How arrogant I had been to say that I would make him forget her, when I didn't even know how he felt about Adrien. Watching Anne kneel before the corpse, trembling, I felt a shame so deep I couldn't lift my head. She was weeping silently, as if an invisible soul was wailing. I felt like I was suffocating from Roardnes's huge love that had never truly begun.

"Even if you ask me for something, I won't ask anything of you."

It meant our relationship was over. I nodded with difficulty.

"Please take me to Starlit Hill."

Suddenly, Roardnes's face hardened noticeably. Was he breathing? While I waited anxiously for his reply, Roardnes's face, which had hardened like a rock, changed color from moment to moment.

"Maybe today... is the last time Your Highness and I will see each other."

At the word "last," seeing him close his lips tightly, I begged him more earnestly.

"It's my last request."

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Roardnes, who seemed like he would shake my hand off at any moment, did not refuse me. If you rode a little north from the central square of the capital, you would find a slightly high hill where you could see the entire view of the capital. It was called Starlit Hill because you could see the pouring starlight on dark nights. I always wanted to go there with Anne. Ignoring the knight's suggestion to add more guards for an outing, I got into a carriage with Roardnes, who had hidden his face. We didn't exchange any words in the carriage. As soon as we got out of the carriage and climbed Starlit Hill, I was drawn to the top of the hill. I wanted to come to this hill, famous as a lovers' hill, after the debutante ball, with Anne. I saw couples scattered around, looking up at the sky. I lay down on the dry grass and looked up at the sky too. Roardnes stood quietly behind me for a long time, and only when I was tired of looking at the stars did he come and sit beside me quietly. We still didn't say anything. I imagined myself lying down with Anne and looking at the stars, and I thought that Roardnes would probably imagine himself looking at the stars with young Adrien. We were both lingering on the past that had already passed. I was painfully aware of that fact, and seeing Roardnes who wouldn't even look at me, I made up my mind.

'I shouldn't be his despair anymore.'

I can't be with him as Blier anyway.

'It was me who was foolish enough to follow him and give him my heart without knowing what kind of schemes Noévian had.'

I had no face to see Roardnes. I couldn't understand why I wanted to meet him and talk to him. As I thought of him collapsing and suffering over my death, I was certain.

'I shouldn't drag Anne into this anymore. I should just end my revenge.'

Anne deserves to be with a better man and forget the foolish Adrien. I'm glad I came to Starlit Hill with him. Even though it's selfish, I sincerely thought so. I thought it was a beautiful ending, with Adrien sleeping peacefully in death and the stars pouring down on Starlit Hill.

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"That's good. Now."

"..."

I tried to speak brightly.

"Now that you've seen the body you wanted so much, you can finally let her go. And I... "

My throat tightened.

"I've also let go of my feelings for Your Highness, so I can divorce the Count and achieve my goals."

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"I want to go to Starlit Hill with you." She was a woman who was always bothering me until the end. A woman who always dragged me down. The woman's voice, who was talking too much today, was ringing in my ears.

'Maybe today... is the last time Your Highness and I will see each other.'

'It's my last request.'

Last. Roardnes felt like he was drowning. He felt a sense of repulsion at the woman's voice that kept talking about the end.

'What a worthless man I am.'

He couldn't even mock himself anymore. He thought he was different from his father and Noévian, that he was a man who was only drawn to one woman and felt love for her. How foolish he had been to think that. All the time he had suffered so much, even after hearing that Adrien had married, his feelings had only grown stronger. Where had all those times gone? As he looked at the woman lying on Starlit Hill, looking up at the stars, Roardnes realized he had to admit it.

'I don't want to part with this woman.'

If he had simply wanted the body of a seductive mistress, he wouldn't have felt this way. His feelings for Adrien were still the same. That was what made him even more miserable.

'What a damn bastard I am.'

His father who was involved with the Countess of Kuroseda, Noévian who wanted Blier. What was the difference between him and them? As he listened to the woman's voice saying that she had achieved her goal and it was the end, he spoke after a long time.

"Yes, it's the end."

"..."

"It's completely over now."

"He naturally dismissed Blier Acacia. 'Since we won't be seeing each other anymore, you should live your own life,' he said."

Roardnes motioned to a waiting coachman, and with a weary expression, the man escorted the woman away.

"It's really over," she thought. "Disappearing when he wants it, that's also doing him a favor." From a distance, she would pray for Anne's soul and wish him happiness. But why did her chest feel so heavy?

"Since we won't be seeing each other anymore, you should live your own life." How could he be so certain that they would never meet again? A shiver ran down her spine, and she stopped in her tracks as she headed towards the carriage. Hesitating for a moment, she turned around.

Roardnes, with his back to her, was standing at the top of Starlit Hill, holding a sword.

"!"

"Oh, Madam?"

Without thinking, her legs moved. Roardnes's sword was aimed at his own neck. Her shoes came off, and the rough grass scratched her bare feet, but she ran towards Roardnes. She extended her arms fully and knocked the sword out of Roardnes's hand. The sword, which had fallen without any resistance, was already slightly stained with blood.

"Are you crazy?"

The thought of a beautiful ending was just her delusion.

"Why would you die? Why? Just because you confirmed Adrien's death, are you going to follow her?"

She shouted at Roardnes, who had his eyes closed, not knowing what she was saying.

"Why... why..."

She had seen with her own eyes Roardnes trying to take his own life. Her hands trembled, and she couldn't help but blame him. With trembling hands, she grabbed Roardnes by the collar. Since there was a huge difference in their height, she was almost hanging on him. Seeing the long, thick neck exposed through his shirt, with blood dripping down, her composure shattered and her resigned expression twisted.

"...I lost."

She let go of Roardnes's collar with still-trembling hands and looked up at him. His lifeless eyes looked down at her indifferently. Ah. She had been arrogant again. A beautiful corpse, beautiful memories of us. Those memories meant nothing to Anne. Biting her lip until it bled, she barely managed to utter a voice that sounded like her throat was being strangled.

"...I am Adrien."

Roardnes's completely dead eyes did not waver at all. It was clear he thought she was lying to save him. Roardnes's sunken eyes were already looking past her at the dropped sword. I bit my lip until it bled, and I barely managed to utter a name that he couldn't ignore.

"...Anne."

And as Roardnes reached out for the sword, his hand stopped as if by magic.

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