Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy-Chapter 58: A Fortunate Ending and An Excessive Conclusion

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《D-Do you really forgive me?》

《You have also suffered a lot because of me, haven’t you?》

《Compared to your suffering, My Duchess, this was nothing.》

《There’s no need to belittle yourself; I have acknowledged you as my husband.》

《...Are you serious...?》

If our tale had flowed as intended, then maybe, it would have ended like this.

Who could have imagined that such a bright future would have been within my reach?

Of course, I’m not sure what kind of future awaits me now......

《Yes. Here.》

I would have held your hand.

《T-Thank you...Thank you, My Duchess...!》

《Fufu-. There’s no need for that, you know?》

《Then, what should I call you now?》

《Forget about my titles... After all, shouldn’t we speak... More comfortably?》

Perhaps this would be the real beginning,

Of our story.

Maybe, I have never cared about the repentance of those other three.

Perhaps all that I needed was yours.

Was that why I became obsessed with denying your withdrawal, and when you finally left me, the Grand Ducal Betrothal lost all meaning?

《Speak comfortably...?》

《Yes~ We’re a ‘couple’, after all.》

《C-Couple...?》

《You’re my husband and I’m your wife. So, please, speak freely. It’s my turn to honor you now.》

Isn’t it funny?

That I, unknowingly, harbored such a possibility of a bright future with you, who had been a perpetrator of my past suffering?

I read something about this in a book once...Hostages can sometimes develop feelings for their captors.

Could this be something like that?

It may be absurd...But...Maybe...?

《Lu...Lumia?》

《Yes, Honey~?》

《H-Honey?!》

Fufufu-.

Ah, that dumbfounded expression you have is so amusing~

Back in our Academy days, you always had a fierce look that terrified me.

《Fufufu-. Surprised? Isn’t something like this natural for couples?》

《Sob...T-Thank you, Lumia. I’ll do my best as your husband-!》

Grab!

《Kyaahahaha! L-Let go-!》

You would hold me in your arms at our wedding.

Just being able to weave a happy ending with you from now on is more than I deserve.

It’s enough to prove that my choices, my decisions, weren’t wrong.

《Waah! Wah! Waah!》

《Oh! Do you hear that Honey? She has such strong lungs!》

《Fufufu, isn’t she adorable?》

《Of course! She has inherited our best parts!》

《Fufufu-. I wish she resembled you a bit more though.》

《Hahaha! And I wish she would take some more from you~》

......This was it, wasn’t it?

After all, endings are the new beginnings.

This would have been ours.

The changed you, and the new me.

Our child, resembling both of our best features, would have written our story anew.

Right?

But,

It’s funny, really funny.

How great our lives would have been if I had known this all along?

If I had known that all of my plans were being tailored for you, then I could have grasped even the drifting clouds.

Had I noticed my folly sooner, could I have mended our misaligned fate?

No.

Looking back now, it may have been better that I didn’t grasp that drifting cloud.

It may have been for the best that our fates weren’t mended.

Perhaps the curse cast on me by the chieftain activated right after I set out for the Academy.

Or perhaps the curse that I thought had faded still plagues me.

Loneliness is a fitting fate for a cursed woman.

In retrospect, wasn’t that always the case?

I neither deserve to be loved nor love anyone.

How could someone who causes pain and suffering to everyone dream of such things?

People say you should live according to your stature.

Naturally, the end of one who dreams an excessive dream of love and happiness is miserable and tragic.

《Haha-. Now, what shall our child’s name be?》

《Since it’s a little girl, how about ‘Ellu’ combining your ‘El’ and my ‘Lu’?》

《Oh! That’s perfect! Our Ellu, may you grow up as beautiful as your mother.》

《Fufufu~ Indeed~》

A dream too grand for someone like me.

Something beyond my reach.

So,

Thank you.

For even granting me the chance to at least imagine this.

For showing me what my heart truly desired.

And...

For making me smile.

Thank you for providing me with a dream that I wish would last forever.

I...Don’t want to wake up.

I want to stay here...But it seems the time for dreams is nearing its end.

《Hm? What is my wife thinking about so hard about?》

《I’m sorry, Dear.》

《For what...?》

《For clinging to this...I’m sorry.》

Sorry for desperately holding onto such fantasies.

For being such a stubborn woman.

《Ho-, Honey-!!》

You will continue to go forward as you are now.

And I will continue to go backward.

I’m sorry.

Truly sorry.

“My Lady! Are you coming to your senses?!”

Goodbye.

**

“......”

As though she had awakened from a long slumber,

As if she had slept deeply for the first time in a long while.

A refreshing morning greeted her,

Thus, now awakened, Lumia Winterfell weakly leaned against the headboard of her bed.

“......”

She looked at her left hand.

It was wrapped in bandages.

And when she unwrapped them,

It was completely healed.

As if the past wounds never existed.

“My Lady...Are you...Okay?”

Marien asked as she observed Lumia’s pale complexion while the bedridden woman fiddled with her healed palm.

“How long...?”

Lumia asked, feeling as if she had been asleep for a very long time, but the answer to her question almost made her think she had misheard.

“...Three Days.”

Three days.

It had already been three days since that night when she laughed and cried in the rain.

If the Grand Ducal Betrothal had proceeded as intended, tomorrow would be its grand finale.

“What happened...?”

The three days she had slept must not have been quiet in the Grand Duchy.

So Lumia wished to know what had transpired.

“His Grace, the Grand Duke arrived two days ago.”

Lumia’s intuition had been correct.

“Father... came?”

“Yes. He returned from the Capital.”

“I see...”

Gelwood must have sent an urgent message.

Likely a plea to prevent Lumia’s rampage and her inevitable downfall.

And the ones who had come to the Grand Duchy weren’t only her father.

“Also...Duke Caelid and Marquis Rosfell arrived yesterday. My Lady....What exactly happened?”

Lumia sipped on her winter blossom tea with a bitter smile.

The warm tea filled her hollow insides.

Staring blankly at the teacup, she looked at her own reflection in the tea.

Her gaunt face rippled under the tea’s reflection.

“It’s all over.”

“Pardon...?”

“Revenge, freedom, I don’t care about those anymore. I’m done with it all. I’ve exposed their sins...and mine.”

“Truly...? So, what you were going to do that night was...”

“Yes. I messaged both the Duke Caelid and the Marquis Rosfell.”

“......”

Marien, lost for words, stared at her Lady in astonishment.

She knew what kind of resolve it must have taken to do that.

But she didn’t know whether to offer comfort or encouragement.

No words could reach her Lady now.

“Father......Did he say anything?”

“Yes, His Grace, the Grand Duke asked to be informed the moment you woke up.”

Marien stoop and,

However,

“I see.”

She hurriedly went back to support her Lady who was trying to rise as well.

“Please, My Lady, you shouldn’t move now.”

“It’s alright, I’ll talk to him myself.”

Rejecting Marien’s support, Lumia struggled to her feet.

It was difficult to move with her trembling legs, but this was something Lumia wished to do herself.

A sinner must pay for her sins.

“My Lady...”

“I’ll be back.”

While Marien worried, Lumia simply took one step after another as she walked forward.

**

Knock-.

Lumia softly knocked on the door, and as she entered her Father’s office, she could see him, standing by the window, his back turned to her as he stared at the horizon.

Although he must have noticed her presence, he simply stood there, with hands clasped behind his back.

With a heavy thud, Lumia knelt down.

“I’m sorry......”

That was all she could muster.

Lumia had come here, ready to accept any sort of punishment.

Then, as her father continued to stare at the Northern mountains, he opened his mouth and uttered his verdict.

“There’s no need for such words. Tomorrow, you shall marry Deron Caelid.”

Her father didn’t spare her a single glance even when she had awakened from a three-day coma.

Her father demanded that she marry the mastermind behind her suffering in the Academy.

Her father knew everything and yet, appeared uninterested in her past.

And Lumia, who believed herself to be unworthy of any love and comfort, thought such an ending was a fitting one.

“Yes...”

Her answer had been as desolate as her spirit.

And yet,

She considered it a fortunate ending.

It would preserve the great festival of the Northern Realms.

It would safeguard the innocence of children and the joy of adults.

Just for that, the thought of marrying the mastermind seemed too generous of a conclusion for Lumia.