“He said I came to him even in his dreams. Even when he was holding you, he was imagining me.”
Ariadne looked at her sister, Isabella, speechless and bluish. Isabella spoke elegantly and prettily like a chattering bird.
“You’re so big that it feels like you’re holding a man. Your hair is as dark as a crow.”
Isabella’s pretty eyes gleamed maliciously.
“And your chest is so large and sagging that they thought you were a cow.”
With Ariadne speechless in front of her, Isabella smoothed her own amethystcolored hair.
“A woman should be small and fit snugly in a man’s arms to evoke a sense of protectiveness. My hair is noble blonde, like an angel from the Holy Scriptures.”
The small, slender amethyst angel smiled wickedly. Isabella brought her small, perfect face close to Ariadne’s nose and asked.
“Have you ever been the object of such insatiable desire?”
Ariadne was too breathless to reply.
The change in his attitude after he took the throne, the engagement ring he never wore, his cooling passion, and the postponed wedding date. Isabella declared with a beautiful face shining with victory.
“That’s the difference between you and me. Even if you risk your life and devote yourself to a man, nothing comes back.”
Isabella offered advice to her stubborn little sister. Whether the soontodie little sister would have a chance to use that advice was another matter.
“They don’t know gratitude. Don’t trust men.”
Isabella pursed her thick lips.
“Cesare must be mad with desire for me now. But after a year, after three years, he’ll eventually get tired of me.”
It was a problem that even Isabella, a peerless beauty at the age of thirtytwo, could not overcome.
“Men are strange. They do things that deserve scolding and if I get angry, they hate me.”
She twirled her flowing amethyst hair around her finger while she spoke.
“Then, they’ll probably think of my loyal little sister who served under him for 14 years without a peep.”
“…Loyal?”
“I don’t like boomerangs. Father taught me. It’s safest to completely eliminate all possibilities. Isn’t it, my beloved little sister?”
When Isabella raised her hand, the Moorish knight, who was always at her side like a shadow, raised his sword.
“I’ll go out. Now I have to attend the coronation parade.”
That coronation was supposed to be Ariadne’s.
“Please don’t make it painful, Augusto. After all, she’s my beloved sister.”
Isabella maintained her disdain till the end.
Over Isabella’s small receding back, her Moorish knight advanced, holding his sword upright. His left eye glowed ominously red. The crimson glow in his left eye became increasingly fiery, like turning up a lamp.
But Ariadne was too busy glaring at the back of Isabella to notice the Moor’s eye.
She was too frustrated that she hadn’t been able to respond even with a single word!
The crescent moon of the Moor passed over Ariadne’s wideopen eyes.
“Damn!”
The pain like a burning in her throat, the spurting fountain of blood, and Isabella’s small retreating figure.
Her face was hot with her own blood.
And then, darkness.
Although she could have rested forever, there was still a lot to do in the world. She couldn’t close her eyes like this.
“The Golden Rule.”
A faint whimpering sound was heard in her ears.
“Pay for your deeds and reap the benefits of your good deeds. That’s the Golden Rule.”
I want to do so. I wish it could be that way. Why can’t the world be like that?
“Can you do it?”
Ariadne nodded frantically. I will do it. I can do it. I will surely accomplish it.
She thought she heard the owner of the voice chuckle, and perhaps another voice seemed to pity her, but the heavy stupor filled her body to the extremities, and Ariadne lost consciousness just like that.
[This is the time separator]“Huh!”
Expecting a burning pain, she opened her eyes, but there was no pain. Instead, she saw the ceiling of an old wooden house with its rafters exposed. It was the farm where she lived as a child.
‘What happened.’
Oddly, her body felt light. Ariadne raised her hands.
Her thin arms and small hands were visible. The firm skin was that of a child. It had been less than 5 minutes since she heard the worst joke about her body, so she carelessly looked down at her body.
Thankfully, the skinny growing girl still had flat chest, a small torso, and narrow shoulders.
‘Good Lord.’
Ariadne jumped out of bed and ran to the old mirror. A fifteenyearold girl was standing in the cheap bumpy mirror.
She was skinny due to her tall height, but her arms and legs were nicely long. Her black hair reached her waist and swayed. Her deep green eyes stared sharply at her own reflection in the mirror.
It was her past self.
Except for two things.
Ariadne touched under her left eye with her hand. There was a bright red tear mole. It wasn’t there originally.
And there was the last joint of her long left ring finger that sparkled. It was what she had cut off for Cesare.
Like magic, the complete finger was in its place. However, the last joint, which was not originally there, was a bit redder than the rest of her hand. Red rosacea coiled around the last joint of the ring finger.
Ariadne’s admiration was interrupted by an unwelcome guest.
“Damn!”
“Ariadne, you useless thing!”
The skinny old woman screamed and flung open the door to Ariadne’s room.
“The sun is high up in the sky and you’re still lazing around!”
The old woman indiscriminately swung the broom she was holding, hitting Ariadne’s head and neck at random.
“You can’t even get up on time! Do you know how many people are starving because of you?”
Ariadne didn’t know, but in fact, she had nothing to do with the meal because she was on cleaning duty today. But even if she could have explained, the old woman with straw in her hair wouldn’t have listened.
Hitting young maids was the old woman’s hobby, and she particularly enjoyed tormenting Ariadne.
The fact that, despite her noble blood, the girl was rolling on the dirty floor just like her, or even worse, always thrilled the spiteful old woman.
Ariadne lifted her arms to shield her face. The broom hit her arms and face in sequence, causing a stinging and painful sensation. The past was repeating itself.
Spring day at the age of 15. The day she was thrown into the society where beasts roamed, without anyone to take care of her.
Today was the day Ariadne was summoned to the Cardinal’s mansion in San Carlo.
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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