Chapter 168
“Put me on trial and receive treatment, My Lord.”
“……”
“People are misunderstanding you, My Lord. That you were cursed because you committed a wicked act…”
“……”
“If people find out that I have been hiding my identity, no one will speak ill of you, My Lord.”
Finally, Arzeletta let out a long sigh.
It was a word she had accumulated in her heart her entire life.
“I am a fairy.”
Finally, it was a word she could say.
“…I did not choose this life, but I am grateful. To have become a maid in your land, My Lord.”
She really had no idea that she would confess to someone in this way. For the first time, Arzeletta was grateful that Ragnar was the person to whom she revealed her existence of her own free will.
It had been a sad life, but she had experienced so much brilliance and love. Arzeletta had no more words left in her heart.
“My Lord.”
In the bedchamber, a quiet rustling continued. And also the sound of a sharp breath being swallowed at her words. It seemed he was not trying to hide that he was awake.
“May I come closer?”
Arzeletta asked cautiously. It was because she now thought that Ragnar might be repulsed by her.
Inside, there was still no answer.
“…I’m coming in.”
She wanted to see him one last time. She was afraid of how Ragnar would look at her after hearing all these confessions, but that was also something she had to face.
Arzeletta quietly rose from her spot. Her hair, which was darker than the night, shimmered in the faint moonlight. Arzeletta’s slender silhouette, standing in the middle of the large and magnificent Lord’s bedchamber, was as mystical as a mirage.
The sound of her skirt rustling tickled Arzeletta’s ears.
The darkness was particularly thick tonight.
“…My Lord.”
Even the moonlight seemed to have been swallowed by the clouds. She approached the bed, which was hidden in a deep shadow.
“……!”
And the moment she gently stepped past the curtains, she stopped walking.
The bed was empty.
Arzeletta raised her trembling fingertips. The fingertips of her hands, with their pretty almond-shaped nails, covered her luscious lips.
It was an action to suppress a scream.
The fear Arzeletta felt at this moment was on a completely different level from the fear she had endured before entering this room.
…Ragnar’s bed was empty.
But Arzeletta had felt a presence all along.
That someone was in this space.
“……”
Arzeletta’s face turned pale. Her senses, which were sensitive to danger, were screaming out.
This was real danger.
Stomp.
In the darkness, someone walked towards her. Arzeletta trembled, unable to bring herself to turn around.
“……!”
Someone who had approached her from behind grabbed her shoulder. Arzeletta’s body, overwhelmed by fear, went limp.
The moment she was about to fall to the floor, a new hand caught her waist. Arzeletta, with her slender waist gripped, lifted her pale face.
For a brief moment, the clouds that had hidden the moon revealed their light, as small as a fingernail.
“…Ah…!”
At the face of the man she confirmed at the end of her gaze, Arzeletta felt her thoughts stop for a moment.
She could not believe what she was seeing.
He was a person she could never have met here, in this situation.
Arzeletta saw the man’s beautiful face revealed in the faint moonlight. His neck, delicate as if carved, his neatly closed lips, his straight nose, and…
His clean silver hair that resembled the moonlight… and his violet eyes that had sunk down as if into a black night and were looking at her.
“…The…”
“……”
“…Theogrim… my Lord…?”
Soon, the clouds cleared completely. Arzeletta’s light-green eyes widened to their fullest extent.
At this moment, the person who had waited for her in Ragnar’s bedchamber was none other than Theogrim.
The person to whom Arzeletta had dedicated her life. The owner of her soul.
The person to whom she had been bound and given all her love for her entire life.
…No, the person she absolutely should have been.
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