5.6 The Struggle of a Reincarnated Marquis’ Daughter
Didn’t this same experience happen when the memories of my previous life returned? It’s too late…
I felt like I was sinking deeper and deeper. Now that my engagement with Alfred was annulled, being crushed here was only natural. Such an outcome wasn’t that strange.
…But there were still so many things I wanted to do before I got my comeuppance.
“You know, I feel like I’m being forced to give up halfway through. How frustrating… I haven’t achieved any of my original goals.”
“Oh no! Don’t say things like that?!”
“O-Older Sister!”
Sasha, with tears in her eyes, was utterly cute and adorable. With trembling hands, I placed one hand on her head and combed her soft, golden hair. Sasha wrapped her hands around my weak, limp hand.
“Your fingers are long and slender. They’re so beautiful, Sasha. From now on, someone who’ll shower you with love will be holding your hand tightly. So, be a little braver and take a step forward. If you do, I’m sure you’ll be happy.”
Someone grabbed me by the upper arm. I turned around and saw Kyle leaning towards me, biting his lips.
“Kyle. Become a great person that people won’t criticize.”
Kyle swallowed softly.
“Do what you want. You can be a great lord, Kyle. I’m sure of it. So, do your best. Then marry a great person, and support and care for each other to protect the Gessel family.”
“What the hell are you talking about?! I don’t understand!”
Kyle choked out a voice as if in despair, and roughly wiped away the tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes.
“Liz, Jack, and the Head Chef. Thanks to you all, I’ve had a much more enjoyable time than I expected. I may not be very pretty, and I may have a very twisted personality, but I hope we can be friends again in our next lives…”
Ugh, my head hurts. And my heart is pounding…
I used to hate Kyle and Sasha. I couldn’t get along with them. On top of that, I was envious of their beautiful faces. I was so jealous that the pit of my stomach burned. It was so frustrating!
So whenever I met them, I was scornful.
I mocked them like breathing. I didn’t hold back. My feelings became more and more ferocious. I’d curse at them and take away or hide their important belongings.
They weren’t at fault in any way. I knew that, yet I feigned ignorance and hogged my parents’ love all to myself.
“Kyle, Sasha. A scoundrel may reform all they want, but they won’t necessarily be forgiven. I know that. But still, can you please watch mother and father even if for a bit…?”
My consciousness was gradually fading. I’d been working hard and struggling, taking into account all my past misdeeds, while assuming I’d be met with my karma. I never thought that I’d end up like this before that could happen.
A malicious coldness crept up from my toes, and my whole body felt frozen. I was being dragged into the darkness. The corners of my eyes drooped.
My mouth loosened as a smile crept up to my face. I was probably going to die—and yet, I was unafraid. Being surrounded by everyone made me feel warm and peaceful inside.
My brain was on fire. Not like I could live a peaceful life with two memories, I thought as if it were someone else’s problem.
Still, my life is full of regrets…
My nose tingled. Suddenly, the image of Alfred came to mind. Before I knew it, my head was filled with thoughts of him.
The feeling of his sweaty silver hair on my palms came back to me.
Were my hands gentle when I caressed Alfred’s head?
Was I able to absorb Alfred’s pain, fatigue, and suffering?
With that as my final thought, I collapsed to the floor. I could neither breathe nor see.
Just before I lost consciousness, I heard everyone scream, they were so loud it felt like their throats were going to burst.
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