Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy-Chapter 50: Sweet Dreams

Yes.

That’s the face.

Had you known I was Erenscia, that’s the face you should be making.

Such a beautiful face.

Filled with agony and despair.

A face just like mine when I was being pushed into the abyss.

If you had it, then I would never have struck your cheek.

It’s all your fault.

《I’m Sorry......My Duchess.》

《Hah? You Apologize, but those knees of yours don’t seem sincere to me, Elden Raphelion.》

Thump!

Yesss.

You should’ve knelt so hard that your knees cracked the Grand Hall’s floor.

《Then, this miserable wretch shall beg like this. Please forgive me.》

《Fufufu~. Indeed, it seems you have finally realized your place.》

《This lowly position suits a wretched fool like myself.》

That’s it.

Isn’t this just perfect?

Look at that self-reflection.

That’s how it should be done.

With him kneeling before me, and not by himself.

Like a sinner confessing his sins to a priest, it has to be before me.

《Ah, but there’s no need to degrade yourself too much, My Dearest.》

《W-What? My Duchess....What do you mean?》

《Compared to other filth, you are the most pleasant one.》

And because of it, I should have been the one to extend mercy for your sins.

I, who was the victim of all that torture, ought to do it.

Not you. Never you. It has to be me.

《T-Then...?》

《Since you desire my mercy so much, I’ll give you a lighter punishment than the others.》

If the weight of the sin is light, then naturally, the punishment shouldn’t be too severe.

That was my intention.

The stench of the other filth was so foul that no one could approach them without blocking their nose.

Since their filthiness is so hard to remove, Yours my dear, will be so much easier to remove.

But you!

You’re planning on fleeing without even submitting yourself to my cleaning.

《Well then. Do you wish to receive my mercy?》

《It’s my only desire, My Duchess! To have the opportunity of being forgiven...I’ll endure anything! Just say the word and I shall obey.》

Fufufufu~

Yes, that’s how it should be.

My oh my, that’s such a delightful look you have.

Such a heartwarming sight.

The villain was begging for mercy from his victim.

And in the end, I shall reward you by granting you the opportunity of being my husband.

The frog in the well finally realized his insignificance.

The karma of his evil deeds had become the very leash that bound him.

My Dear~ You have no idea of how eagerly I awaited this moment.

《Will you do anything I say?》

《Yes! I’ll gladly accept any form of punishment!》

《Yees~ Then...Why don’t you roll on the ground like a dog for me~?》

《As you wish.》

Roll, roll, roll-.

Pffff-.

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This fool, he’s rolling around like a mutt.

How amusing.

《Now, bark for me, pet.》

《Woof, Woof!》

《Pfff. That’s a nice sound~ But don’t dogs walk on all fours?》

Elden bent his legs, stretching his arms to touch the ground, barking like a dog.

“Woof, Woof! Bark, Bark!”

His appearance was laughable and pathetic, but at the same time, I imagined how Deron and his lackeys might have looked at me.

For some reason, my heart ached.

Yet, I’m happy.

My thirst for retribution is being completely sated, more than I ever believed to be possible as the Wastrel before me atoned.

《Well done~ But if that’s your resolve, shall we see how far you would go for me?》

《If it means receiving your forgiveness, and ending up betrothed to you, not even death will stop me.》

Fufufu-.

What a commendable attitude.

Honestly, it’s more than I expected.

If you maintain this mindset to the end, perhaps all that you desire will indeed come to fruition.

《Then, I’ve prepared the monstrous dish you so loathed; want to try it? I have prepared it with great care myself.》

《......》

《Oh? Isn’t your resolve strong enough to overcome your disgust?》

《No. I’ll gratefully eat it.》

Elden ate the dish.

Soon, his face paled and he began to heave.

I heard what you said in the Academy, you know?

Didn’t you find monster cuisine revolting? Nothing more than trash served on a plate?

You couldn’t comprehend why these supposed ‘savages’ would eat those ghastly things.

You said just looking at it nearly made you vomit, didn’t you, Elden Raphelion?

That’s why I prepared this feast.

And of course, you would have to eat it, enduring your nausea, disgust, and swallowing your bile like the rest of the filth.

Just like now.

Doesn’t it look good?

《Ugh...M-My Duchess...I...Uck...Have eaten everything....》

《Fufu~ You think that you’ve proven your resolve with just this? If you marry me, you might have to eat that for a lifetime, you know? Can you handle it?》

《If I can by the Duchess’s side, then I can endure anything.》

Yes.

That’s how it should be.

That’s how you should act, Elden.

If you truly wish to atone, it’s only natural to do it at my side.

You knew this, didn’t you?

You noticed my feelings that even I wasn’t aware of, didn’t you?

You foresaw the chance to become a part of the House of Winterfell through a minor atonement, didn’t you?

If so, that’s truly fortunate.

You’ve made the right decision.

《Fufufufu~ If only you had been like this earlier.》

《I have sinned against you, once more. If I can appease your anger, I am willing to descend to the pits of hell.》

《Even if staying by my side would be that ‘pit of hell’?》

《My resolve won’t change.》

Fufufu.

Indeed,

That’s the kind of man you are.

Someone who always faced your problems head-on.

You never backed down from a fight that came your way.

So, naturally,

You wouldn’t back down from the fight I bring to you.

Right?

Hahahaha-.

“Ah? My Lady? Are you awake?”

Hahaha-.

“...Why are you laughing, My Lady?”

Haha-.

“...? Are you having a good dream, My Lady?”

Ha-.

Another dream about Elden.

.........

......

...

But,

For once,

It was a good dream.

**

“My Lady? What sort of dream were you having... For you to laugh in your sleep?”

Marien, who sat on the bed, questioned Her Lady.

Unlike the days when Her Lady would be tormented by nightmares, waking up drenched in sweat, this time Her Lady’s face was just as pale as before she went to sleep.

And Marien couldn’t tell whether that was a good thing or not.

“......”

Lumia fiddled with her left hand.

The appendage was wrapped in bandages, it was the same hand that had struck Elden’s cheek.

The same hand that had a portion of its skin torn from the strength of her slap.

She had told Marien that her wound was caused by a broken dish.

Lumia’s palm throbbed.

It was an alien sensation because Lumia couldn’t tell whether her palm was throbbing from pain or from another new kind of sensation.

With a faint smirk, Lumia moved her cracked lips.

“For once, in a long while...I had a...Good dream.”

“T-That’s...Fortunate...Isn’t it?”

Upon Marien’s question, Lumia smiled once again.

But that brittle smile carried something immensely bitter, forcing Marien to swallow a sigh.

She had been so startled the day before.

When Her Lady emerged from the Grand Hall with blood on her hands, Marien shrieked.

“Hah-. Is there anything fortunate about now.”

“...My Lady, is your hand well?”

“Yes.”

“That good...But please, drink this.”

Marien handed her a cup of Winter Blossom Tea.

A tea she often served to her Lady when she required calm, especially when the pain of those tortuous days flashed anew.

However, Her Lady didn’t bring the cup to her lips.

“Won’t...you drink it? Please, at least take a sip.”

“There’s no need.”

Eventually, Her Lady set down the teacup.

It was unlike her.

This was the tea she always sought when she needed peace and rest.

Perhaps...Her Lady no longer needed these things.

Marien anxiously watched her Lady’s complexion.

Her pupils, once holding the hues of a vibrant coastline, now held the deep, dark blues of the ocean depths.

Marien thought the light, just like yesterday, would return after a good rest.

“My Lady?......Perhaps it’s time to stop this?”

Marien cautiously asked.

Hearing this, Lumia gazed towards the window, where a dazzling beam of sunlight streamed in.

The sun was exceptionally bright today.

Pressing her bandaged left hand against her right, Lumia smiled as she replied.

“How can I possibly stop?”

“...Pardon?”

Instead of an answer, Her Lady posed another question that left the poor maid completely baffled.

Marien couldn’t make sense of her Lady’s darkened blue eyes.

“I didn’t even start yet.”

Those words suggested that only Elden Raphelion could restore that magnificent light to Her Lady’s somber blue eyes.

Moreover, his official withdrawal and the emergency of the agreement signed by the Grand Duke’s seal only darkened Lumia’s gaze.

Marien was unable to stop her Lady as she stormed out of her room after hearing the news.

The handmaiden stood completely helpless.

Bang-!

Slam-!

The doors to the Advisor’s office were violently swung open, causing a thunderous noise.

Lumia stormed directly into Gelwood’s office, yelling his name in a maddened voice.

It was the first time her voice had carried such malice.

“GELWOOD-!!”

The Grand Duke’s advisor, Gelwood, having foreseen such confrontation, met Lumia with a somber expression.

The man was resolved to prevent the collapse of this cursed event.

“So you came, My Duchess.”

“Have you lost your mind?! By what right did you grant Elden his withdrawal? I haven’t forgiven him! What gives you the right-!!”

“Please understand, My Duchess. Before leaving for the Capital, your father, The Grand Duke of Winterfell, granted me the powers to conduct the Betrothal as I see fit.”

“What?”

“I haven’t forgiven that man as well. But matters have reached an inevitable conclusion. Lord Elden himself has confessed everything to me. That’s why I implore you, please, stop this.”

The budding avenger hadn’t even begun and people were telling her to stop.

Lumia, who couldn’t understand why they were telling her to stop, found herself battling a losing battle.

It was a fight doomed to fail,

A battle where her cries echoed in the void,

Unheard.