Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy-Chapter 57: All Or Nothing

“...Why isn’t she coming back?”

At the gate leading to the Third Ducal Castle,

Marien clutched her arms, shivering in the cold northern night as she tapped her foot anxiously.

Her Lady had wandered alone, and she hadn’t heard a single word from her until now.

What could possibly have happened to her Lady?

Marien chewed her nails, almost passing out from anxiety, sadly, due to her Lady’s insistence on venturing alone, she had no choice but to wait.

After her confrontation with Gelwood, Lumia’s mental state had become worrisome.

One of her cheeks had been bruised, and her eyes were hollow as if her Lady’s soul had been sucked out.

Even though Marien pleaded with her Lady, she insisted that there was something she had to do alone.

“It’s getting colder......”

Then,

Drip-Drop.

A light drizzle began to fall as Marien hurriedly fetched an umbrella.

It was just a simple one with a wooden frame and a fabric cover, but it was enough to hold off the light rain.

“My Lady-!! Where are you-!!”

Thus, the worried maid marched towards the city, in search of her Lady.

**

“Sob...Sob...”

Lumia Winterfell stood in the middle of the road crying senseless.

Her tears mixed with the rain as she held the ointment Elden gave to her.

Drops, whether from the rain or from her eyes, fell upon the ointment.

Drops, whether from her tears or from the rain, fell upon her head.

Lumia felt betrayed.

Now that everything was over, this gift seemed more like a condolence given to the monster she had become than a kind gesture.

And,

As she realized that Elden’s change had been genuine, her heart throbbed.

She regretted not accepting him sooner, wondering if a different outcome might have happened if she had.

If only she hadn’t become drunk in her narrow-minded obsession, if only she had focused on those three instead...

Then perhaps this mess could have been avoided.

If only she had seriously engaged in the Grand Ducal Bethothal, she might have been freed from this hell.

She might have avoided this exhaustion, this excruciating powerlessness.

Only now, Lumia understood how foolish and arrogant she had been in believing that Human nature cannot change.

The tears falling from her eyes contained all those conflicted feelings.

A foolish obsession that bred madness, a deep regret, a harrowing despair, and a scorching self-hate.

Now she understood that she, who had scorned others and kept pilling her resentments was truly the fool.

Thus, after a long while, Lumia wiped her tears.

By now, her whole body was soaked.

Her hair,

Her clothes,

Her face,

Her neck,

Her hands,

And,

Her heart.

Click-.

She opened the cylinder containing the ointment.

It was a semi-solid substance with a white coloration.

A stark contrast to her corrupted heart, overtaken by shadows.

It was a dazzling shade of white, akin to the snowfields of the Northern Lands.

Something too pure for her tainted self.

Lumia slowly unwound the soaked bandage wrapped around her left hand.

Looking down at it, she could see that the four claw-like wounds remained unhealed.

She scooped some ointment with her index finger.

Mindlessly, she applied it over the wounds.

It stung at first.

It throbbed.

But she savored the pain.

Because she was a twisted woman only capable of feeling pain and suffering.

The pain she felt as her wound healed seemed almost necessary as if the world itself dictated this as punishment the sinner must endure.

Heh-.

With a chuckle, she extended her left hand forward.

Tilting it,

The rain began to wash the ointment away.

Could a sinner like her even have the privilege of healing?

Her actions had caused a great amount of trouble to Gelwood, and her father would soon know the extent of her ugliness.

Not to speak of the efforts being put in for the Betrothal celebration that would be wasted, disappointing the entire population of the Grand Duchy.

Children would cry, and adults would be solemn.

The joyful excitement about the Betrothal up till now would be tainted, and no one would look forward to the next one.

She would become an even greater filth than Deron and his clique.

That is why she had sent those letters directly to the Caelid and Rosfell houses.

After all, wasn’t she simply trying to escape her sins by having her wounds healed?

If you commit a crime, you should accept the punishment willingly.

She had told that to Deron’s group, and yet she was trying to avoid her own punishment.

It was no different from repeating her foolish past.

The four claw marks should remain as a clear imprint, reminding and proving forever that she and they were no different.

Pff-.

Yes...I’m...Just like them...Just another filth...

Lumia Winterfell laughed again as she watched the ointment wash away.

She hoped the rain would wash it all.

Alongside her foolish want for healing.

Alongside her stupid belief that she was different from them.

That was when it happened.

The rain that had been washing the ointment away,

Suddenly stopped.

“......”

She looked up.

There, once more, stood Elden Raphelion.

Holding an umbrella.

She stared at him, as he blocked the rain that was washing the ointment away.

He looked at her and smiled.

Why?

What does he want?

Why did he block the rain?

Why was he trying to weaken her resolve to leave those engraving such scars in her body and soul?

Why was he opposing her decision to live with her unwashable sins?

When she needed him, he didn’t even glance her way, and now when she didn’t need him, he suddenly appeared, ruining everything again.

Why?

Why the hell...

Why does he wish to keep making me miserable?!

Back at the Academy, he crushed the hand that sought out his help, he made Lumia miserable and now, here he was, stopping her from discarding the help in her hands.

Making her miserable once more.

As if she couldn’t be more wretched than she already was.

Why won’t you let me wash it away?

Do you wish for this wound to heal completely?

Why do you refuse to let me suffer when it’s my due?

Why are you stopping me from discarding the help you offered?

You know better than anyone that I’m a sinner who disappointed my family and subjects.

A sinner unworthy of bearing the Winterfell name.

How could someone like me be allowed to heal?

How could I, the person who ruined a sacred and joyous event ever be allowed to rise again?

Ah, now that I think about it, it’s all my fault, isn’t it?

I was the foolish girl who wanted to study at the Academy despite my father’s objections and the curse.

Because of this foolishness, I had to endure hell for three years.

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I was the spitful woman who turned the Grand Betrothal into a game to satisfy my resentment and the one who tried to stop your withdrawal, and even strike your face.

And now I will probably commit a great wrong against my father and his subjects.

I can hide this no longer. Nor do I wish to.

I, the one who believed herself to be self-righteous, was in truth, no different than Deron, Blund and Kyle.

No,

Maybe I’m worse than them.

But,

I need to tell you something, Elden.

With a sad smile, that contrasted his bright one.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Raising her hand towards his right cheek, the one she had scratched, Lumia opened her lips and uttered the words she could never have imagined she would say until a few days ago.

“......I’m sorry, Elden.”

It was at this moment,

His smile flickered.

His face blurred.

Then,

“My Lady-! Snap out of it-!!”

Still carrying that same sad smile, Lumia Winterfell,

Fainted.

**

The Elpherion Kingdom.

A kingdom ruling over the northwestern part of the Tmirias Continent and wields a significant influence among the other five Kingdoms sprawled around the continent.

The Kingdom is second only to the Ateria Empire, which governs the heart of the continent.

The southern part of the kingdom boasts vast granary regions that never run out of food, the western part is adjacent to a sea rich in marine resources, the eastern parts yield valuable minerals with every dig, and the north, despite its barrenness, enjoys abundance through the export of advanced technology products and it’s famous durable ice.

Additionally, the capital boasts excellent scholarship and the strongest military force.

The King also had a virtuous nature, making this place a desirable nation to live in.

But of course,

The abundance of resources and good living conditions do not guarantee peace.

Externally, it appeared a peaceful kingdom, but as human greed knew no end, the strife among the nobility was rampant.

Throughout human history, such tendencies weren’t anything new.

As such, many nobles would stop at nothing to achieve what they desired.

Secret societies, which have existed since ancient times, became more cunning and malevolent as the ages passed, spreading their roots wherever people lived.

And in the Northern Regions of Winterfell.

In one of the secret societies situated there,

An unrefutable offer from an anonymous client appeared.

[Lumia Winterfell]

This new request carried the desire to bring eternal darkness upon such a name.

Another cycle of vengeance was born from a cruel heart.