Chapter 62
“Will you believe me?”
“Are you saying it’s something I can’t believe?”
Lynette gave a small nod. Even Euphen, who was an Esper, hadn’t believed her. How could she expect this woman, who couldn’t sense anything at all, to accept it so easily?
“I can’t hastily say I’ll believe anything you tell me. But I’ll try to believe as much as I can, so speak.”
Eshar’s calm voice sounded.
“Miss Eshar…”
Lynette’s lips moved. It was nothing much to say, yet she found herself absurdly nervous.
“You will become His Highness Euphen’s ‘fate.’”
In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to speak the words ‘Esper’ and ‘Guide,’ so she cloaked the truth in more indirect terms. Eshar’s eyes widened slightly, and she tilted her head.
“Fate? What do you mean?”
Instead of answering, Lynette touched the lukewarm teacup. After a moment of thought, Eshar’s brows knit slightly.
“Could it be… you mean Esper and Guide?”
It seemed she had realized that some referred to them as ‘fate.’ Lynette gave a faint nod.
“Nothing has happened to me.”
Eshar’s voice was calm.
“Then that means Euphen has awakened?”
Should she nod obediently, or should she hedge by saying she didn’t know for certain, only that the two of them were fated? Lynette hesitated for a moment.
It still felt awkward to openly reveal that he was an Esper. After all, how this woman would accept it was beyond Lynette’s control.
“All I know is that the two of you are bound by fate.”
“I can’t tell you that I believe you. You understand, don’t you?”
“It’s true.”
“Do you have any proof?”
Of course she didn’t. She couldn’t exactly say she knew because she had seen it before her regression.
“Well, it’s not like there could be proof.”
As though realizing her own question was foolish, Eshar gave a wry laugh.
‘So Miss Eshar doesn’t believe it either.’
Just like Euphen, she didn’t believe that the other person was her fate.
“I won’t completely deny your words, Lynette. Awakening as an Esper or a Guide is truly unpredictable. So the day might come when I’m bound by fate with Euphen.”
“It’s true. Please believe me.”
“But I can’t believe it all just because you say so.”
Lynette let out a sigh and clasped her hands tightly together.
“Did you tell Euphen this as well?”
“I did.”
“Did he believe you?”
She shook her head slightly. Eshar gave a light shrug as if she had expected as much.
“If your words are true, Lynette, then I’ll need to prepare for what’s ahead… but I can’t stake my life on something I’m not certain I can truly believe.”
“Stake your life…?”
“We’re talking about His Highness the Imperial Prince.”
So what of it?
When Lynette blinked in confusion, Eshar gave a short laugh.
“You can’t be free from the struggle for the throne. If I really am bound by fate with Euphen, it means I, too, won’t be able to escape that war.”
Lynette stared at the woman blankly. She had never once thought of such a thing.
‘That’s right. Euphen was a Prince.’
Before her regression, she hadn’t truly realized what that meant. She had known of his high position in her head, but hadn’t accepted it in her heart.
After all, Euphen had never spoken of matters related to his rank. The pressure of being a Prince, the matter of the throne, she hadn’t known a thing. Only now did she realize how much he had shielded her.
‘I never noticed, not even a little.’
The realization was a shock. She had thought that as long as they loved each other, as long as they were happy together, that was enough.
Her only concerns had been “that she had hurt Euphen” and “her own circumstances that forced her to leave.”
Had she been so intoxicated by love that she failed to see reality?
How many things had he kept from her? She couldn’t even begin to guess.
“…This is troublesome.”
Eshar’s brows furrowed slightly. Lost deep in thought, she brushed her lips with her fingers. Lynette stared blankly at the sight.
“I never expected to hear something like this.”
As though not expecting an answer, the woman muttered softly, then let out a sigh.
“I’m curious. Why do you think I’ll become Euphen’s fate?”
Because she had seen it before her regression.
But she couldn’t say that. She couldn’t even convince her of the fact that they would be bound by fate soon, how could she possibly explain ‘regression’?
Should she just say she knew? Lie and tell her that she had seen it in a dream?
No matter what excuse she thought of, it wasn’t enough to earn trust.
Fate… what proof could there be that Miss Eshar was His Highness the Imperial Prince’s Guide?
If only she could predict the future. But regrettably, back then, before the regression, Lynette had been so focused on Euphen that she hadn’t paid attention to anything around him.
‘Something magical… like when I was made into a fake Guide…’
In that moment, Sillian came to mind.
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