Transmigrated Into A Tragic Romance Fantasy - Chapter 37
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Double Rejection
《What…?》
《Pick only one. Choose the person you like the most among the four of us.》
The person you like…?
There’s no way something like that would exist….
《Ack! Let go, let me go!》
《You bug-like woman. If you have eyes, you should see that your cowardice is visible. I’m talking about the superior beauty of the Academy’s Four Musketeers.》
《Tsk tsk. Fine. It may be too much for someone like you, but try choosing once.》
I don’t want to….
Who would like bad people like you?
I don’t want to choose….
No, thank you….
Ugh!
《Ugh…!》
《Ha, this lady. Can’t you understand anything? If you keep your mouth shut, it might be over, you think?》
《Ah. Calm down, Kyle. Have we forgotten that we should be ‘chosen’ by that bug-like woman?》
《Ah, I momentarily forgot. You’re truly wise, Mr. Blund.》
Why are they like this…?
They call me a bug-like woman….
You don’t want to be chosen by someone like that….
《Deron, if you keep lurking behind, you might lose your chance?》
《Puhuh. The powerful have no words, they say.》
《Hey, Elden? Don’t you need to ‘appeal your charm’ quickly? Or are you so confident that you can just be calm?》
《…I just don’t want to get involved in childish games.》
《Tsk tsk. You also don’t understand true fun, do you? Come on! Elysia? Hurry up and choose. That way it’ll end soon, you know?》
Please… don’t do this….
It’s pointless….
Even if I choose, you’ll just get mad and hit me….
Ugh!
《Ugh!》
《Ugh, frustrating. So frustrating. Is it necessary to beat you to come to your senses? How will you survive in this harsh world with such stupidity?》
Thud!
《Geez! My, my hand hurts…!》
Alright….
Okay….
Please, don’t hit me….
It hurts….
It hurts so much….
《Tsk tsk. Now choose. Among the great Academy’s Four Musketeers, who is the most handsome man?》
……Elden Raphaelion.
《Hahaha-!!》
《Haha! Look! Elden, you got chosen by this bug-like woman for not appealing your charm!》
《Huhuh, Elden, you must be thrilled? To receive acclaim from Elysia Velloc. Hahaha-!》
《….》
That’s not why…!
I just, just chose because there was no one else to choose…!
Neither Elden nor you are any different…!
Everyone is bad…!
《Haha! Elden, how much did you look down on to be chosen like that.》
《Yeah. Since you don’t always have fun like us, that’s why you’re throwing a tantrum.》
《If you throw a tantrum, you naturally have to get rid of your frustration. Elden, show your answer. Come on.》
《….》
Don’t look at me like that!
I also, I also chose not because I wanted to but because I wanted to…!
I also find you disgusting and contemptible!
I dislike you to the point of vomiting…!!
Ugh!
《Ugh!》
《Tsk tsk. Well done, Elden. You also need to play like this once in a while and accumulate achievements, right?》
《…If you’re done, you should really go play now. I heard that they recruited a merfolk prostitute at the Belpechino Pleasure Inn today.》
《What? Is that true? Let’s go right away!》
…Yeah. It always ends like this.
When the toy loses its fun, it moves on to find another toy.
I, left alone, had to watch your backs as you moved further away, twitching in pain.
Truly weak.
Truly powerless.
By the way.
Looking back, it seems like I’ve been rejected twice by you, isn’t it?
Once as Elysia Velloc.
And once as Remyan Winterfell.
Of course, both times I had to make choices that I didn’t like, but in the end, it was truly a disgusting affair.
Ultimately, being rejected twice by someone like you, who doesn’t even have the qualification to receive love, is a reality.
Ha-ha.
Yes.
It’s really funny.
Isn’t it?
Elden?
Ha-ha.
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‘What exactly is happening….’
Marian, the personal maid of the Third Grand Duchess.
There was a special reason why she, a commoner from a commoner background, became the personal maid of Remian.
Personal maids employed by aristocratic families, including not only the Grand Duchy but also higher noble families, were usually commoners.
Among them, personal maids who closely managed the family members were usually entrusted to lower nobles.
It was exceptional for Marian to become a personal maid.
Although the Grand Duke Logan tried to attach his high-born daughter to the personal maid under the direct control of the family, he couldn’t break Remian’s stubbornness.
《The one I need is only Marian.》
It was a chance encounter, a fateful collision.
After the accident in Lonica, while continuing her research and experiments alone, Remian, while carrying her tools, materials, and books by herself, lost her way and accidentally collided with the new maid Marian, which became the catalyst.
And seeing Marian accurately deduce what the experiments were about based on the tools, materials, and book titles that had fallen on the ground caught Remian’s eye.
That’s how their relationship began, and they grew to be inseparable.
They understood each other without hiding anything, and Marian was an excellent adviser who knew about the revenge drama.
The plan of guidance and repentance was made possible by Marian’s advice and assistance.
However, concerning the recent incident, Remian was silent and didn’t easily open up.
It was embarrassing.
Her own weakness and helplessness that broke down when faced with a problem that the ignorant Elden couldn’t solve.
She was embarrassed by her own vulnerability and helplessness, which she had never yielded to, no matter how adverse the conditions were.
And.
Contrary to the initial intention of sincere repentance as a guide and enlightenment, her lingering attachment and stubbornness were all that remained in her heart.
Despite hoping for the change in an evildoer more than anyone else and not expecting it, she closed her eyes as if not wanting to acknowledge it.
It was so embarrassing and shameful.
Being “chosen” by Elden as an evildoer who was to be punished, even if it was only a spoonful of sincerity, a confession cum operation aimed at involving the evildoer in the trap of revenge, she felt unjustly treated.
Of course, it was a ploy, devoid of heartfelt feelings, merely a tactic to lure the evildoer into the abyss of revenge, but for some reason, it felt disgraceful and embarrassing.
She felt unjust as he seemed to have rejected her confession with sincerity.
She felt wronged and frustrated.
Angry and repulsive.
It only intensified the boiling anger within her.
Moreover, even the observer who was constantly monitoring her movements during her daily activities was giving a consistent report.
Moving between the library and the training ground.
Focusing solely on mental and physical conditioning.
There was no sign of attention to superficial matters, only engrossing oneself in the mental health practice.
He picked up trash, organized clutter, fixed broke pieces, and so on, without even glancing at any attention activities, just dedicating himself to mental conditioning.
She sighed deeply more profound than the deep night.
A sigh that filled her emptiness with the sweetness of tea.
Winter flower tea, imbued with winter, had to evolve the burning heat.
However, the fire wouldn’t evolve no matter how fierce it was.
She looked at the tea that was oscillating dangerously in her hands.
Marian carefully approached her and spoke cautiously.
“Shouldn’t you… accept his withdrawal?”
“What?”
“If you look at your face now, it’s half done.”
Suddenly, Remian turned her head and glanced at the mirror on the table next to the bed.
A pale, sickly, and squalid portrait of a woman was reflected.
“….”
“I’m worried. At this rate, you might just collapse….”
Remian forced a smile with great effort as she read it in Marian’s eyes.
Though her gaze was more frail and frail than ever.
“Don’t worry. I’m not that weak.”
“I know. You’re stronger than anyone else. Just… It’s hard for me to see you struggling. It might be difficult for you, but how about believing in Elden’s change…?”
The moment she collided with Elden, a feeling that she had not forgotten.
That breathless moment that felt like death and collision was not an exaggeration.
For her, it was an urgent need for warmth from Elden, who extended a helping hand to her directly when she twisted her ankle.
And.
He even warned her ominously that if she ever revealed his assistance to others, it would be a real disaster.
It was a stark contrast to what she had heard from the lady.
It didn’t look false at all. Rather, in places where others couldn’t see, he was performing deeds nearly impossible to believe.
Picking up trash, organizing clutter, fixing broken things, among others.
Without batting an eye at anything trivial, he was solely devoted to mental conditioning.
“Ha…….”
A deep sigh flowed out deeper than the dark night.
A sigh that filled up with vibrant tea.
Although it was a bit chilly, her favorite winter flower tea always brought her comfort.
Before receiving the tea, Remian took off her mask and placed it on the table next to the bed.
Marian watched her with sympathetic eyes.
Remian’s face, now maskless, looked particularly pale.
Colder than the chilling moonlight.
“…….”
“Here, have some of this.”
Marian, handing over the tea, placed the tray on the table beside her.
Concerned, as the lady had skipped meals for several days.
Not just neglecting her beloved research and experiments, the lady couldn’t even get proper sleep.
It was the first time she had seen such behaviors since coming to the mansion, making Marian deeply concerned.
Since there was no family to bring these particular behaviors to light and shout a fresh warning as per the usual social norm, Marian had become a constant source of care and worry.
“…Thank you.”
Gently handing over the tea, Marian laid the tray on the table.
Then cautiously, she asked,
“What…happened?”
Remian’s lips parted, then closed again.
Although both of them confided in each other without any reservations, they were miles apart in the inevitable personal drama.
She was the only one who knew about the revenge drama and was an excellent advisor.
Although the plan for guiding and repentance was made possible with Marian’s advice and help, when it came to the recent incident, she remained silent.
It felt humiliating.
The craze to solve a problem that the ignorant Elden couldn’t solve, and she was dragged through the mud.
Despite never bending in the face of failure and always being proud in any adverse circumstances, now she was facing her own weakness and helplessness.
Contrary to the initial intention of sincere repentance as a guide and enlightenment, her lingering attachment and stubbornness were all that remained in her heart.
Despite hoping for the change in an evildoer more than anyone else and not expecting it, she closed her eyes as if not wanting to acknowledge it.
It was so embarrassing and shameful.
Being “chosen” by Elden as an evildoer who was to be punished, even if it was only a spoonful of sincerity, a confession cum operation aimed at involving the evildoer in the trap of revenge, she felt unjustly treated.
She felt unjust as he seemed to have rejected her confession with sincerity.
She felt wronged and frustrated.
Angry and repulsive.
It only intensified the boiling anger within her.
Moreover, even the observer who was constantly monitoring her movements during her daily activities was giving a consistent report.
Moving between the library and the training ground.
Focusing solely on mental and physical conditioning.
There was no sign of attention to superficial matters, only engrossing oneself in the mental health practice.
He picked up trash, organized clutter, fixed broke pieces, and so on, without even glancing at any attention activities, just dedicating himself to mental conditioning.
She sighed deeply more profound than the deep night.
A sigh that filled her emptiness with the sweetness of tea.
Winter flower tea, imbued with winter, had to evolve the burning heat.
However, the fire wouldn’t evolve no matter how fierce it was.
She looked at the tea that was oscillating dangerously in her hands.
That plan.
She sighed deeply more profound than the deep night.
A sigh that filled her emptiness with the sweetness of tea.
Winter flower tea, imbued with winter, had to evolve the burning heat.
However, the fire wouldn’t evolve no matter how fierce it was.
She looked at the tea that was oscillating dangerously in her hands.
She sighed deeply more profound than the deep night.
A sigh that filled her emptiness with the sweetness of tea.
Winter flower tea, imbued with winter, had to evolve the burning heat.
However, the fire wouldn’t evolve no matter how fierce it was.
She looked at the tea that was oscillating dangerously in her hands.
That’s why, she carefully examined it with her soft little hands.
But it has not changed at all.
From now on, the wheels of the crafty would have changed their path significantly.
However, there was no change in the tea in the hot tea pot.