Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 95: [] I love you

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As soon as the servants of the Count's manor saw me, they were startled and greeted me with happy faces, but they couldn't approach me easily because of Roardnes and passed by bowing their heads from afar.

"Magi, where's Magi?"

"I told her to rest."

"The maid tried to point a sword at me, but Magi blocked her."

It was such a touching scene that I couldn't help but choke back tears.

"...She's better than me."

Roardnes muttered lowly and headed towards the stables outside the manor. Unlike the Duke's residence, the Count's manor didn't have a separate dungeon, so it seemed they had emptied the stable and made a makeshift prison. The security was tight, though. As soon as Vincent saw me, he asked after my well-being and quietly bowed his head before disappearing. I struggled not wanting Sophie to see me in Roardnes's arms, so Roardnes gently put me down.

As I opened the creaking door, I saw men who were already beaten to a pulp crammed into a cage, and Sophie was in the innermost cage. Her face looked like she had aged ten years in a few days. She was trembling in a corner, but when she heard a noise, she crawled towards me and grabbed the wooden bars.

"I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything!"

I silently looked at her. We had both heard that the men had planned to kill me and Sophie. Sophie hadn't forgotten that moment, and she was desperate to speak.

"The Crown Princess. The Crown Princess ordered it! Doris Castagna! No, she's not Doris anymore. That woman ordered it! She told me to kill you!"

"...What else did she order?"

"That woman, that woman! She told me to torment the late Duchess and isolate her in the Duke's residence! I'm only guilty of ignoring the maids who mocked the poor Duchess! And the Duchess was sickly and died, so eventually, you could capture the Duke's heart! Isn't that right?!"

I could hear Roardnes grinding his teeth.

"The Duchess died alone, but thanks to that, you could become the next Duchess for a while! You should recognize my contribution too! Save me! Please! It's all thanks to me that you can be so happy!"

"...Why did Doris order you to torment the late Duchess?"

"It's obvious. She's jealous! How long has that woman been dyeing her hair blonde and following Countess Pireta!"

"Did Doris also tell you to kill the Duchess?"

"I didn't! I didn't! I didn't kill her! She was already in such a bad condition that she could have died at any time, and I was always watching the maids sent by the royal family, so I could have died of malnutrition! Doris probably wished that the Duchess would die of loneliness and pain rather than from drinking poison, right?"

I clenched my fists tightly. I couldn't help but be angry at the fact that Doris had instigated and encouraged that senseless torment. There was a world of difference between vaguely suspecting something and actually hearing it. But perhaps my heart, which had already been torn apart by Noah, was now hardened. I endured it. Then, suddenly, I felt myself lifted into the air. Roardnes had picked me up. I thought he was holding himself together, but apparently not. He carried me into the manor with rough strides, so fast that I couldn't see the surroundings properly. Without any sign of fatigue, he climbed several flights of stairs in the manor and carried me back to the bedroom. As soon as he slammed the door shut, my feet touched the floor, and he pulled me into his arms from behind.

"Why didn't you just be happy if you were going to marry someone else?"

His rough beard tickled my earlobe and neck. He had been silently crying for a long time, but finally broke down.

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"Did you have to endure hearing things like that all the time? Listening to those stupid things that people who thought you were dead would say..."

My heart, which had been scarred and healed repeatedly, was surprisingly calm, but Roardnes seemed at a loss, as if he had been attacked himself. His intense anger turned into tears that soaked my shoulder. I quietly shook my head.

"Not every moment."

"Lies. From the moment you entered this woman's body, for the entire 100 days of your funeral, you were in hell. And I contributed to your hell."

As if recalling the time when he was confused about my identity, he cursed himself countless times.

"Every moment of despair and emptiness. Every time I felt disgusted with myself for being so foolishly taken advantage of..."

I pushed him away and turned around, wiping away the tears from his distorted eyes with a smile.

"There was someone who told me that Adrien wasn't such a foolish person."

I placed my hand on Roardnes's firm chest, who was still hugging me. I could feel his heart pounding in my palms.

"Because there was a fool who thought Adrien was lovely, wise, and courageous... I endured it, thinking that I would become that kind of person, even if it was late."

The feeling of nearing death again, the face I had thought of when I was facing it. The one lingering attachment I had buried deep in my heart, thinking that it didn't matter as long as I knew the truth. The boy who endlessly despaired and was frustrated in his fantasy, and the back of the man. I stroked his trembling chest and ran my fingers over the scar on the neck of the man who had chosen death in a world without me. At that moment, a groan poured out from the top of my head. My side ached, but I wrapped my arms around his neck with all my might and looked up at him. Roardnes, who looked even more haggard than me, was filled with pity for me, and I could feel what I truly wanted without thinking.

"I don't want to be just friends either."

It was impulsive at first, but when I met his bewildered eyes, my mind went blank. I gathered all my courage and barely opened my mouth.

"I want to be closer to you too, much closer."

I know it's greedy.

"If you kiss this body, these lips, I might feel a little sad."

"Adrien?"

"I... I cherish you so much, Ahn. I cherish you even more now. I could only endure until now because of you. I don't want to lose you either..."

Roardnes's eyes widened at my unexpected confession.

"But I don't even know how I died, and I don't know who my enemy or friend is. Even if you say it's okay, I'm so worried that I might put you in danger again. And I still feel a little repulsed by the idea of doing anything with you as Blier... Can you give me a little more time?"

I smiled bitterly and tightened my arms around his neck.

"Can you understand me on a day like this?"

Roardnes looked down at me for a moment with a dazed expression. It seemed like he wanted me to say it again, but that was all the courage I had.

"As if I would understand."

Without waiting any longer, he buried his face deeply in my neck, acting petulant. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

"Since you said that to me...even if you weren't this body, but were in that crazy old hag's body, I couldn't let you go."

"That..."

"Do you know, Adrien?"

Roardnes pressed the back of my head hard against his chest with his large hand. His heart, which touched my ear, was beating like it would burst.

"What?"

"I'm crazier than you think."

When I moved away slightly to see his face, his arms immediately wrapped around my waist.

"Do you think I would give up on you just because you couldn't kiss me? Even when you were on the other side of the world, where I couldn't even touch you, my heart didn't fade. That's me."

The ambiguous, slightly dazed expression on Roardnes's face gradually began to glow. It was completely different from the expression he had when he heard my absurd statement that I would be a little sad if he kissed me. It was as if a shower of joy named ecstasy had poured over his head, and his expression gradually brightened, making me feel strange.

"If you want, I'll shave my head and become a monk or something in a faraway foreign land."

I tried to hit him to scold him for overflowing with joy and saying anything, but Roardnes grabbed my fist tightly as soon as I hit him. And he hugged me so tightly that I was worried my injured side would burst.

"I love you."

Ah, was this how it felt?

"I love you, Adrien."

This was how Roardnes felt when he heard me say that I wanted to be closer to him.

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"I've looked into that diary."

Roardnes, who had been mumbling for a long time while hugging Adrien, trying to distinguish between a dream and reality, finally came to his senses as the sun began to set and started talking. He had felt as if someone was lifting his heart high into the sky and then dropping it, and then lifting it up and dropping it again, and he couldn't focus on anything at all. But since Adrien, who had been quietly nestled in his arms, had brought up the diary, he couldn't put it off any longer.

"It wasn't a record of everyday life; there were a lot of proper nouns."

A few minutes ago, Adrien had slightly wiggled his eyebrows, indicating that they should address each other formally again, so Roardnes followed without a word.

"Do you really have to hold my hand to say that?"

"What am I supposed to do when I don't believe you?"

While his left hand was polite, his right hand was holding Adrien tightly as if he were afraid he would run away, so Adrien felt a little frustrated and pushed his hand away. But when he saw his face, which looked as sullen as a puppy that had been deprived of its snacks, he couldn't help but feel a strange illusion as if he could see his ears drooping. As he pushed away the hand that was secretly reaching under the table, even though no one was watching, Adrien's heart was already quite soft towards Roardnes.

"Anyway, so?"

Surrendering to the hand that was slowly reaching out again, Adrien handed him his hand as if giving a baby a rattle, and asked, pretending not to notice the corners of his lips rising.

"It seemed to be about herbs and potions. The only thing I could find using the dictionary available in Ronta was something trivial like hair dye."

"Hair dye?"

"A potion that would change your hair to black for a few weeks."

Adrien's hand involuntarily tightened at Roardnes's casual remark. Roardnes paused at the reaction and narrowed his eyes.

"Do you know about this...? I wonder."

Roardnes's gaze immediately went to her lush hair. Adrien nodded quietly.

"Ha."

The expression on his face, which had been flushed since he had heard Adrien's heart, turned cold.

"You're quite something."

"My original hair color was blonde."

Roardnes closed his mouth. He looked a little surprised.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Adrien smiled awkwardly at his question, which sounded a little disappointed.

"I didn't hide it on purpose. I was too surprised myself... And changing my hair color isn't like doing something big."

"..."

"The interesting thing is, if you don't apply the potion regularly, your hair will instantly return to its original color as soon as it touches water. It's like magic."

His neat eyebrows wiggled throughout her explanation, but they relaxed at the word 'magic'.

"If there are other potions in that diary, we need to find out. Since Prince Epero is in the capital, and Prince Victor, although he may not know what herbs are, can at least tell you the exact names."

But was it normal for a bodyguard not to show up when something like this happened? Adrien wondered, rolling her eyes. Silence fell in the room.

"Has Prince Epero or Prince Victor come to visit you?"

"...I don't know."

Roardnes didn't look like he knew at all.

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