Translator: Yui
Editor: Nila

The two-day long massacre ended so quickly that I wondered if it had ever started at all.

 

Now, the loud and boisterous rejoicing of the crowd, growing in intensity, felt somewhat empty.

 

Between all the flowers, handkerchiefs, confetti, crosses, flags, and other objects being thrown into the arena, one silver-haired knight, lying in the middle of the flat ground and breathing hard, slowly raised his body.

 

His chest heaved as he plunged his sword into the dirt and leaned on it. The healers came out and hurried to reach him.

 

“Izek! Izek! Izek!”

 

“I love you! I love you, Sir knight!”

 

“The best knight in the North! The best knight in the North!”

 

The crowd’s excitement grew as mine withered. I fell back into my seat with a thud, sighing. The solemn and dull feeling in my chest came back.

 

Even if things had changed from what I knew of the original novel, it still ended exactly the same as it had been written.

 

The world’s main character, Izek van Omerta, won the Gladiatorial Match once again.

 

The cheers grew even louder. Yes, that’s how it should be.

 

“Ruby, I thought you’d be happier.”

 

Are you telling me to control my expression? I clenched my jaw, trying my hardest not to say something damning, but when I turned my head and glared at the person sitting next to me, that shameless man looked so irritatingly calm, that I couldn’t help but scoff.

 

“Should I be dancing with joy right now?”

 

“… I just thought you’d be in a hurry to meet him.”

 

“I never could have imagined what type of surprises would come out, but it’s obvious that he would have won either way, right? I don’t know who came up with the idea of bringing Cardinal Richie, but you certainly know how to make one enjoy the festival. Why didn’t you bring more?”

 

“There aren’t many cardinals who killed themselves,” Cesare smirked and leaned closer. “We were all worried about what type of entertainment would be appropriate to replace the Ice Dragon that mysteriously disappeared, since we were all expecting him.”

 

I gazed at him for a long time after that dig, trying to figure out what he meant by that. How much did he know? What was he trying to tell me? Should I just laugh?

 

He made me nervous, but I still gave him a soft smile. “You must be really happy to see your gift to him be dealt with so swiftly. Everyone would think you’re his wife, not me.”

 

The staring competition between me and Cesare continued on for a while as the whistling and cheering grew more unruly.

 

The Northerners’ patriotism must be at an all-time high. I could feel their shouts reverberating in my bones and I turned away from Cesare, watching as Izek was surrounded by healers and kneeling in front of the balcony where the King of Britannia was seated.

 

I was curious about what kind of faces they were all making. Izek, King Feanol, Duke Omerta and Ellenia too. They’d be bursting with pride, wouldn’t they? I should have been sitting right next to them.

 

“Ruby… You don’t have to worry about a single thing.”

 

My eyebrows twitched. What kind of random line was this? This jerk seemed to be very determined to capture my attention today.

 

you talking

 

your husband. He will… Don’t worry, I won’t let

 

and dark eyes, the color of shimmering sapphires, glistened with a

 

that I

 

seemed to be really losing it this time. How could he say such a thing? What was he thinking? I already knew

 

he was mentioning it right here with

 

things? Was he trying to reassure me? Was he trying to tell me he was

 

his eyes, he was telling me the

 

As if it was me that had kissed him. As if it was me that

 

not care what we looked like to the public at all? Was he not aware of the gravity of the

 

Someone must have casted a spell. I was so overwhelmed with the feeling of panic, of dread and fear, that tears began

 

man, my brother, kissed me on his own, destroyed all of my dreams, my safe haven, crushed it into the dirt and stomped all over it, but he was telling

 

the tears that were about to fall. I

 

heard the sound

 

in the North sat proudly on

 

him to his victory, and at the end of it was a wreath of flowers, woven with golden roses and dazzling gemstones. It was the Flower of Glory given to the champion of the

 

an instant, abruptly and suddenly, all of the

 

blinked and gazed at my husband, the champion, dressed in gold-plated and black-colored armor, sitting on

 

red ones held an emotion I

 

My heart hurt.

 

you making such a pained

 

look so

 

Did you find out?

 

for a while now, right? All

 

don’t look so pretty anymore,

 

witch in the place of someone you thought was a princess? Do you want to kill me? Do you just want to end it all, right here and right

 

against you. I deserve it. So you have

 

could to give him one last true smile. Weak and trembling and with my heart bleeding for all to see, but I

 

done during that first week that we met. I thought I was hallucinating, that I had

 

Izek gave me a sweet smile of

 

of mind after all, but the wreath he dropped at

 

bent over and picked it up. The golden roses and

 

of him sheathing

 

through my head and I couldn’t answer a

 

scared and wondering if this was a dream I’d soon wake up from, the emotions in

 

to pieces. I realized it,

 

thing I had been too scared to even dream of, the

 

that most people spend their whole lives searching for, the thing that they write songs about, they write stories and books and create

 

I love him.

 

It was so clichéd.

 

still see me as his perfect princess? How could he not hate me? How could he not be disgusted by me? How could he do

 

loved

 

I realize it before? And why was my vision blurring? How dare he make me cry in

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