Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 107: [] I will wake you up

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His bloodshot blue eyes stared at me intently.

I understood immediately what that meant.

A dog that had already betrayed its master once was seeking a reward from its new master.

"Then I will forgive you."

Roardnes' urgent hand grabbed my arm. But I didn't take my eyes off Noevian.

A whirlwind stirred in his deep blue eyes for a moment. But that was only temporary. I could see his eyes, which had been troubled, suddenly flash with a new light of hope.

Noevian's gaze, which had sunk deep, fell directly on the dagger I had thrown. His long, somewhat gaunt hand slowly reached for the dagger.

"Uncle, Uncle..."

The terrified Crown Prince crawled towards the entrance, calling for Noevian, and when he didn't get an answer, he crawled towards the entrance with all his might.

"Help, help! Push the picture. Push your mother's portrait, you idiots!"

The Crown Prince shouted, going mad, towards the figures who were still hesitating at the entrance.

A muffled thud came from far above. Voices of turmoil in the deep darkness climbed down the walls.

Noevian picked up the dagger.

"Hurry, hurry, come down! Ugh... damn it! Damn it! Uncle! Un, Uncle!!"

The grip on my arm, which Roardnes had used to hold me, began to tighten. I raised my free arm and covered the back of his hand.

Noevian, who had gotten up abruptly, walked quickly towards Bardenaldo. He turned the body of Bardenaldo, who had barely managed to get up by leaning against the entrance to the stairs.

Puk. With no expression on his face, Noevian finally plunged the dagger into his lord's heart.

The Crown Prince, with a terrified face, hugged Noevian's body tightly and collapsed.

At the same time, Roardnes also collapsed to his knees with a thud.

The hot hand that was holding my arm slid down and grabbed my hand tightly.

With the hand that wasn't holding me, Roardnes grabbed his face and groaned softly.

Even though he had been betrayed and seen the truth, it would take time to completely erase the memories he had shared with him. Just like I had cut Noevian Trovika out of my heart.

I ended up stroking Roardnes' head, who had buried his face in his hands, as if comforting him.

And then I immediately tore off a beautiful tapestry hanging on the wall and covered the fallen Blier.

The tapestry was so large that it was no problem to cover the small woman's body.

Noevian's gaze, which had ignored the fallen Crown Prince, followed me intently.

The eyes of a dog seeking a reward.

I smiled but at the same time distorted my eyes.

"Noah."

At the word Noah that came out of my mouth, a faint light appeared at the end of Noevian's dark gaze.

"I'll forgive you."

"Adrien..."

"But that doesn't mean I'll go back to you, does it?"

His mouth, unable to argue, opened and closed.

The past days when I wanted to be in Noevian's hell were already in the past for me.

Now, I didn't even want to be in his hell. I just didn't want to be anything to each other.

Let the fallen Blier be the one to become Noevian's hell.

I pulled the tapestry more securely over Blier's body and stood up.

Noevian just stood there, staring at me blankly. I could see his hand, stained with Bardenaldo's blood, trembling slightly.

His face, realizing that no love, hatred, or even contempt lingered in my eyes, was quite miserable.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!!"

I heard the sound of someone gasping for breath in succession.

The doctor Roardnes had called, as well as the knights who had dragged Noevian from the small forest earlier and several of their colleagues, rushed in.

Those who entered the secret room gaped at the horrific sight.

Some of them even fell to the floor in shock.

Taking advantage of the confusion, I embraced Roardnes, who was standing. Roardnes looked down at me, startled.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!!"

"Your Highness! Your Highness!!"

The doctor frantically checked the Crown Prince, not sure if he was still breathing.

"Quickly, quickly, take His Highness out!!"

With my face buried in Roardnes's arms, I watched the Crown Prince being carried out of the basement in the arms of a knight.

A few of the remaining knights looked at Noevian and Roardnes with bewildered eyes.

Still in Roardnes's arms, I quietly pointed at Noevian Trovika, who had stabbed the Crown Prince.

"His Highness, the Crown Prince..."

No further explanation was needed.

They weren't there to ask who had stabbed the Crown Prince. They just wanted confirmation from me.

They could infer it just by looking at Roardnes's desperate face, who had witnessed his brother being attacked, the disheveled appearance of Noevian Trovika, who still hadn't shed his murderous aura, and the clear bloodstain on his hand, as well as the Crown Prince lying in front of him.

A very simple conclusion: 'Noevian Trovika, who had been expelled from the position of head of the Crown Prince's faction, had harbored a grudge and attempted to murder Crown Prince Bardenaldo.'

"Call the Second Knights."

"Your Highness, Your Highness, what is the meaning of this?"

"Noevian Trovika, he murdered His Highness, the Crown Prince."

With Roardnes' confirmation, the two knights who had initially missed Noevian gritted their teeth and grabbed him.

Noevian, with his arms captured, was dragged away, his gaze fixed on me until the end.

The others, who had been trembling at the sight of the displayed corpses, disappeared to call the Second Knights who would be in charge of investigating this place.

They didn't even have time to care about Blier, who was covered in a tapestry, or the empty glass case that looked out of place.

The smell of Blier's blood, the Crown Prince's blood, and the strangely damp and humid scent clearly reached my nose.

Only Roardnes and I were left in the basement.

When I tried to move away from him, still in his arms, Roardnes pulled me closer.

We stayed like that for a long time.

Without saying a word to each other, we listened to each other's breathing.

Roardnes no longer cried, but he was trembling slightly as if he was sobbing deep inside.

"I should have ended it."

Roardnes' low voice broke the heavy silence.

His voice was so hoarse that my heart ached, so I hugged him tighter.

Roardnes pulled me close several times, as if confirming my revived existence amidst the confusion.

"Roan. When you need help, you take it."

"..."

"Even if it were you, you wouldn't have left Bardenaldo's end to me."

Was the Crown Prince dead?

Strangely, I didn't care whether Bardenaldo was dead or not.

'It's over.'

Just the thought that this endless fight was over filled me with satisfaction.

Perhaps it was thanks to Roardnes being by my side.

Noevian Trovika had stabbed Crown Prince Bardenaldo in the heart. Wasn't that a good enough revenge?

Of course, it would take time to reveal exactly how Crown Prince Bardenaldo had tried to kill me and take my body, but in any case, the result was out.

I quietly slipped away from Roardnes, who still wouldn't let me go, and approached Blier.

I carefully removed the tapestry and examined Blier's pale face.

"!"

Just in case, I placed my finger under her nose and found a faint but definite breath.

I hurriedly shook Blier's body.

Despite breathing faintly, her face didn't even wrinkle.

It was as if she were a breathing doll. If I hadn't been concentrating, I would have thought she was as good as dead, maintaining only a faint breath.

Roardnes, who had approached silently and was examining her as well, looked at me with surprised eyes.

Unconsciously, I touched my pendant.

And then I stared blankly at the pendant for a long time, and soon I shook it carefully.

There was a faint clinking sound, as if there was a stone inside.

As I opened the gap towards the lid, which I had never thought of opening, there was a green stone that sparkled like a pebble.

"...A mana stone?"

Roardnes, who had come up behind me, immediately recognized the identity of the stone. It was exactly the same color as the stone supporting the bottom of my glass coffin.

I looked around.

In the other coffins, there were flowers like the beautiful flowers that decorated this room, but my glass coffin was different.

It was exactly the same as the flower I had seen on the first day of the funeral.

I hadn't been able to open the glass coffin, so I couldn't decorate it with flowers to Bardenaldo's taste. Nevertheless, the flowers in my glass coffin were as fresh as if they had just been picked.

"I think this mana stone has been stopping my time, like these flowers."

As I stroked the flower petals that were still fresh after 100 days, I put the stone back into the pendant.

"Maybe..."

I looked down at Blier and swallowed dryly.

"Maybe I didn't look dead, but I was in a state like this."

"!"

"Who knows the truth? I have no memories after feeling like I was dying, and since the glass coffin only opened with my hand holding this necklace, no one else would have checked after I was first confirmed to be dead."

"But how could that be..."

"If a dead person can be revived, it might be possible to make a living person look dead if you just want to."

Even though I had learned almost all the truth I needed for revenge, I still thirsted for another truth.

I felt very, very strange.

As if I had taken away this woman's vitality, I felt much more relaxed and had more strength in my body.

If Blier and I were not actually dead...?

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"Roan. Help me..."

With a sudden flash of thought, I asked Roardnes to carry her and put her in the coffin.

The blood that had been oozing out of her side, no matter how much I wiped it, stopped as soon as Blier entered the glass coffin.

The more I moved my body, the more I was certain that I was not a soul that would momentarily revive and then disappear.

It was an almost instinctive conviction that I was not completely dead from the beginning.

Looking at Blier, whose bleeding had stopped, I fell into thought for a moment.

And then, as if hypnotized, I opened the closet in the corner, and there were beautiful dresses for Bardenaldo's doll play.

I put a dress of a similar color to the one I was wearing on Blier.

It was easier to put on a beautiful dress for the dead than an uncomfortable dress worn in life.

Roardnes helped me without a word, as if he was about to ask a question with a bewildered face.

Blier was completely laid in the glass coffin where I had been lying.

Coincidentally, nearly two weeks had passed since I had recovered and awakened.

The roots of Blier's hair shimmered golden, something you could only notice if you looked closely.

I took the beautiful flowers in the vase, picked off the blossoms, and scattered them over her.

"...Adrien?"

Roardnes called me, vaguely sensing what I was trying to do.

I was overwhelmed by a growing, inexplicable sense of elation.

When I turned the vase and took water from the fountain to scatter it over Blier's hair, that elation reached its peak.

"Adrien, what on earth are you..."

Roardnes watched the scene, speechless.

'If this isn't reincarnation or possession... if it's just that our souls have been switched. If I wasn't actually dead but alive, then it must be because of you.'

I had no proof, but I couldn't help but be certain. It was clear that Blier had done something.

I looked down at Blier and put my hand on her cheek.

The lukewarm temperature of her cheek warmed up by my hand, which was now warm.

'Was this the truth you wanted me to find?'

After staring at her for a long time, I quietly closed the glass coffin. The dome-shaped glass lid closed firmly, as if it would never open again.

If my guess was right, and the mana stone underneath had stopped the time of my body...

"...I'll wake you up."

Since you woke me up and brought me this far, now it was your turn to open your eyes.

And you should tell me the rest of the truth. Or whatever you want to tell me.

But despite my whisper to wake her up, Blier in the glass coffin didn't answer.

"So, this time, you become Adrien."

Just as I lived as you for the past few months.

Like that.

Blier Acacia became Adrien Pireta.

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