Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 104: [] Flower blooming in despair

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"I think it would be more real to think it's a dream."

Roardnes denied the voice that was relentlessly tearing through his mind, more so than the appearance or face of the insane Bardenaldo.

He moved his lips several times, but no sound came out.

Bardenaldo, who had blurted out everything, was too busy catching his breath from excitement.

Their silence suffocated each other.

"Giving up? That's ridiculous. Even if your mother hadn't wished for it, would you have been loyal to me?"

It was Bardenaldo, who had been excited for so long, who finally broke the silence.

"...Since I loved you, I would have naturally followed you."

Roardnes stood there blankly, like someone who had been hit on the head. He answered mechanically.

His head was dizzy, but somehow he wanted to cover it with an opaque membrane.

He told himself that since Bardenaldo was destined to be the supreme ruler, it wasn't wrong for him to think that way about himself.

He shook his head slightly and tried to erase some of the words he had just heard. And he decided to just focus on the scene unfolding before him.

"...Were you behind the disappearance of women? The disappearances in the north, Noevian Trovika's territory... Were you committing those crimes because it was the Duke's territory? Why do you have Adrien's body?"

Bardenaldo, who had been mocking, was momentarily speechless at Roardnes's answer that he would have followed him because he loved him, and then his eyebrows drooped.

"Ah, Roan. I didn't do it. Look at them. Those rats are slandering your brother!"

In fact, no one had slandered Crown Prince Bardenaldo.

It was just Bardenaldo, who was not confident in himself, who was blurting out whatever came to his mind because of the anxiety that crept up on him when Roardnes didn't immediately kneel before him.

"That despicable, despicable uncle planned everything. No, his mistress planned everything! How could my uncle have gotten in here? Could he have come anywhere near here without that woman?"

The plausible excuse echoed loudly in the damp basement, but Roardnes's face grew colder.

"Yes, that woman is the problem. That promiscuous woman, Blier Acacia, is the problem!"

Only Bardenaldo's face was getting redder and redder.

"Roan, Roan, my brother. My lovely younger brother. Just because I scolded you a little while ago, are you making that face? How long have we been together. How many days have we fought together. I'm sorry. I, I was drugged... I was drunk... Doris must have drugged me! That damn..."

Roardnes's gaze, which had been deeply immersed, scanned the room filled with beautiful objects and corpses, rather than Bardenaldo.

Noevian Trovika glaring at Bardenaldo as if to kill him. Adrien's glass case, soiled with someone's sweat. And... Adrien standing behind it, looking at him.

When he saw Adrien hiding behind the glass case, words that he had buried and buried again suddenly popped up.

"...Do you hate me?"

Bardenaldo's mouth, which had been endlessly making excuses for this space, saying that Noevian Trovika had planned everything and his mistress had helped, froze as if it had been frozen.

"Ha, you still say that... Even after seeing this... If you don't believe me..."

"I heard everything."

Roardnes's eyes flickered eagerly, as if looking for an answer. The moment he saw Adrien's corpse and Adrien herself, Roardnes could no longer pretend he hadn't heard what had just been said.

"I... heard everything."

"The person I hate most in the world."

It was the voice that shattered Roardnes's unwavering belief that even if everyone else in the world hated him, his brother would love him.

His hands, which had been limp, clenched into fists so tightly that they felt numb.

Bardenaldo stared at him with the look of a drowned rat.

No one could even breathe. It was clear to everyone how great the shock was to Roardnes, even without him expressing his anger.

Bardenaldo closed his eyes tightly and then opened them. Roardnes standing in front of him felt strange.

No matter what anyone said.

Blie Acacia, that strangely blind faith.

That faith was tattooed on his rippling red eyes.

A sigh of resignation, unexpected from Bardenaldo who had been so agitated, escaped his lips.

Countless emotions that could not be expressed swam in his deep blue eyes before disappearing.

"...I tried to love you."

His voice was calm and low, which was hard to believe from someone who had been so agitated just a moment ago.

The color of Roardnes's face faded as if his emotions were being bleached.

"...But in this world, who..."

His voice, which had been calm, gradually became a whisper as time passed.

"Can love a child as ominous as you?"

And with that whisper, Roardnes was completely alone in this world.

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Roardnes looked down at the Crown Prince with the expression of someone who had been pierced in the heart with an invisible sword.

A silence unlike any other filled the space.

Soon, a thick tear rolled down Roardnes's face, without him even realizing it.

Ah.

His heart ached as if it were being torn apart.

If he could just scream, he could tell Bardenaldo to shut up!

He couldn't bear to see Roardnes crying with a face that didn't even know he was crying.

He wanted to wrap his arms around Roardnes and comfort him.

Sadness, anger, resentment, all of those emotions were pressed down tightly, like a tightly closed iron gate.

It was painful to see Roardnes like he had on the day he faced Noevian's betrayal.

He wanted to comfort Roardnes.

But his chest was burning. It was as painful as if someone was branding him with a hot iron.

Noevian, who had been focusing all his attention on me regardless of what they said, took another step closer to me and reached out his hand.

I avoided his desperate gaze. Fortunately, Noevian stopped abruptly and didn't come near the glass case.

I put my blood-stained hand on my burning chest.

It wasn't my chest that was hot, but the plump pendant.

As soon as I touched the necklace, my palm felt like it was burning. At the same time, a green light, which could only be seen very close up, leaked out from between the closed pendant.

Noevian stared at the glowing pendant as if he had forgotten to breathe.

I was breathless too.

Suddenly, an intense premonition surged up in me.

An absurd premonition that I could open this glass case, which would never open.

Even though there was nothing I could do by opening the glass case.

I placed my hot hand on the glass case. It was half my will, but half was not.

It was as if an invisible force was pulling my hand to the glass case like a magnet.

A faint light began to emanate from the thick, dark green stone slab beneath my corpse, under the glass dome.

The light was so faint that it almost seemed like the polished stone was momentarily losing its color when struck by a light, but I knew perfectly well that it was an extraordinary phenomenon.

It was because I could clearly feel the sensation of the light from the necklace flowing through my veins.

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For a moment, I felt a sensation that was alternately hot and cold, as if it were traveling through my veins and out of my body.

And at the same time, I heard the sound of the glass case opening with a click. It wasn't the lid that opened, but rather a faint sound like the one you hear when you insert a key into a keyhole and turn it.

And at the same time, something unbelievable happened.

My vision, which had been looking down at Adrien's corpse, began to spin.

And then, darkness.

For a moment, I was about to ask if someone had turned off the lights in this room because I couldn't see anything.

My stomach began to churn wildly.

As soon as the stuffy, humid air began to fill my lungs, I realized I had my eyes closed and opened them wide.

My view had completely changed.

I saw Noevian's shocked face as he reached out to me again, and Blier Acacia's body crumbling in front of me like a husk.

Am I dead? Even in Blier's body?

"Adrien, Adrien!"

Noevian rushed over, hugged Blier's falling body, and sat down. There was a lot of blood on her side.

Bardenaldo, who had been rambling on and on about Blier and Noevian, suddenly stopped.

It was because Roardnes had jumped up like lightning and snatched Blier's body away from Noevian.

Roardnes knelt down with a thud, hugged Blier's body like a baby, and blocked the side where blood was still gushing out with his hand.

Noevian, who had been pushed away, also crawled over, trying to reach her.

"No... No..."

"Oh, it seems like she's about to die."

"No, Adrien..."

"That's not Adrien, Roan. Everyone here is crazy."

Bardenaldo, the craziest of them all, chuckled as he watched the men hugging Blier Acacia, calling her by my name.

"Well, it doesn't matter. They're both dead."

Roardnes began to grind his teeth. He put his finger under Blier's nose to check her breath, but his face turned pale soon after.

The body I had left, it seemed, was no longer breathing. So, was I a ghost?

Had I become a being who, like the hallucination I had seen while delirious, could not embrace Roardnes's shoulder no matter how hard he struggled?

"Call a doctor, call a doctor!"

Roardnes shouted towards the underground stairs in a loud voice he had never heard before. Soon, there was a sound from the top of the dark stairs, and then it disappeared.

At that moment, the color drained from the Crown Prince's face.

"Oh, crazy..."

Bardenaldo hurriedly shouted for the Second Prince not to follow orders, but there was no more sound coming.

Roardnes, whose wounds from Bardenaldo had not yet healed, glared at Bardenaldo while hugging Blier's body.

His face looked like he would lose his mind if he said one more word.

"Just because of a woman, you would..."

If only I could shut that bastard up.

As anger boiled up, my hand moved forward involuntarily.

"...?"

Ah.

The hand I unconsciously reached out to was real.

I wasn't a floating ghost.

At the same time, the flowers covering my body began to fall to the ground. My pale, slender hand came clearly into view.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes.

A weak voice came out of my parched throat, but it wasn't Blier's usual voice.

"Ah-"

It was my voice. Adrien's voice.

That's when I realized.

I hadn't lost Blier's body and become a wandering ghost.

"I found my body!"

I had regained Adrien's body.

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