Chapter 133: Snow Globe (2)

“The Knight of Freyhem, Veron. He was an exemplary warrior who devoted his whole life to chivalry while living alone.”

…At the cemetery, Veron’s procession continued, and his coffin was placed in the ground. Julie’s gaze bore holes into his chest, staring at the scars caused by pieces of wood steel. At the same time, she recalled what Deculein had said.

— He was a cheeky bastard who deserved death in the first place. He dared to covet something that wasn’t his without knowing his place. It wasn’t worth letting him live.

The world shook as dizzy feet carried her forward. Josephine supported her shoulder, steering her to safety.

— And so what if the truth were revealed now? Do you think you can punish me? Her Majesty’s favorite?

They continued to ring in her ears as everything she didn’t want to accept. They were all painful and cruel words and his look. His cold expression.

—Anyway. Even that is now useless.

Did he kill Veron?

— A knight who stumbles out of a curse or something.

Was it all her fault? Was it because she was weak and hadn’t yet overcome this curse?

—In the meantime, I’ve had to wear a mask that didn’t fit, but now I’m sick of it.

Julie bowed her head, shaking. Sadness, hatred, disappointment, denial, doubt… they pierced her skin like nails and reached her heart. It hurt so much.

—I am not benevolent enough to love a dying woman, and two bereavements are not worthy of Yukline’s name.

However, his abusive words eventually led to a single thought. After all, this wound was because of him. She gave her whole body to protect him, and this scar was the price. Thanks to him, who she misunderstood to have changed, she thought of it as a wound of glory. Even that was…

— I have nothing to say to you guys who delivered a defective product. I will assume that there was no engagement with Freyden; tell Zeit I said as much.

“Why?”

Julie muttered with tears in her eyes.

‘What did I do to you? Why did you want me so, why did you torment me so much, and why do you still…’

“…Why.”

Julie felt a pain tightening around her heart, stealing her breath. Blood dripped from her punctured lip.

‘Why, why, why.’