History at the Library

Chapter 143

Chapter 143

When she asked him to answer her question first, she made her own judgment and began to talk to herself. She’s been shaking pitifully at the end of every word. It was a painful voice that seemed like she was digging her own wounds before she was hurt. It became a mirage and was as thin as it could be scattered.

Julian couldn’t figure out what the hell to say. It was because Vivian belatedly realized how irrelevant trash he had been to Cardel. There was nothing to say, even ten mouths, but she couldn’t be mistaken.

“I can see why you think it’s a game.”

So far, no one has blamed the emperor for his laxity. Aiden, who was the only one who could tie him, was indifferent to everything in the world and sat on the sidelines as soon as he thought it had nothing to do with him. He was a man who would pass by without even giving a glance when a murder occurred in front of his eyes. Even if it was his own blood that held the knife.

The Emperor who did not know love kept going astray.

If it weren’t for Vivian, Julian wouldn’t have realized his feelings forever. Or they’d have fallen irrevocably apart, and then he’d want to die.

Julian had no choice but to admit that he had been indebted to her for life.

“It’s not a game. It was never a game. We were ignorant and didn’t even know that. We didn’t know anything… and We treated you like a cheap cashier. We know it doesn’t end with an apology, but all We have to say is . . .We are sorry to you.”

“…….”

“Cardel, We won’t ask you to forgive Us. We won’t ask for any responsibility, so you can swear at Us or hit Us. Please don’t push Us away.”

He begged without knowing what he was saying. He was thirsty for fear that she would turn her back and disappear.

She repeatedly clapped her lips and made his eyes meet with her green eyes with earnest eyes.

“Why… why? That, you, damn it.”

He frowned, biting his lips, rubbing the corners of his eyes with his palm. He was trying to hide his flushed face somehow, but there was no way the person right in front of him couldn’t have seen it.

Cardel stared from the top to bottom of Julian’s bare facial expression. He looked so contorted that she couldn’t believe it.

“Because We’ve been foolish enough to know that We love you.”

It hurt too much, just to believe it.

“That’s what His Grace also said at first.”

He whispered in a sweet voice that he loved her more than anyone else. Cardell added bitterly.

Julian knew at once who she was referring to as ‘His Grace’ and crumpled his face.

The Duke of Bron, the snake-like bastard whose purpose are unknown. Light blue eyes, which had been fluttering little by little like a calm wave, were engulfed in cruel flesh.

“We see what you mean. You mean you can’t believe it.”

“……”

Then Cardel bowed her head, thinking he meant he would give up on her. Her shoulders shrank a lot when his mood suddenly changed like before. It was a learned fear.

She knew it would be like this, and she thought she wanted it to be like this.

Strangely, a part of her chest ached.

“Then We’ll tell you every day. Until you’re sick and tired of Us, every single day.”

Julian put on a familiar expression at Vivian’s brainwashing.

He bragged that he would never say a line like a romance novel. But he couldn’t help it. He wanted to keep the lovely person in front of him from getting scared and running away, with her fears.

He stressed again, clenching his fists, unable to make eye contact with embarrassment.

“We’ll tell you every day that We love you.”

Vivian let him know. No matter how long it takes, a week, a month, a year, wait till the end of her hurt.

He’s not confident that he will atone and embrace her soul. She told him not to start in the first place, and that he never deserves to blame her even if she doesn’t return a satisfactory answer.

Julian replied. We don’t blame you, We don’t want you to stop, We’re sorry, We don’t want you to

“Just by looking at Our face, We’ll make you feel that We love you.”

“……..”

“It’s up to Us to wait, so Cardel, you just do what you want.”

Cardel did not respond for a long time after hearing Julian’s answer. It was a desperate confession, but she was still not prepared to accept his sincerity. To that end, distrust of love was too deep.

However, one doctor wanted to be sure.

After the ball ended, Cardel had to return to the Duke of Bron’s mansion. But she didn’t want to. She never wanted to run into him again.

Like Vivian, who left the family at the age. It was too late, but it seemed time for her to choose, too.

“Your Majesty, let me stay in the palace.”

“So… what?”

Julian, who was willing to do whatever she asked, asked back in embarrassment. She wants to stay in the palace all of a sudden. It was something he had assured himself that he would never hear through her mouth.

Cardel answered his question calmly.

“I want to get out of the Duke of Bron and the House of Formandy.”