âSo all the contents of the novel I thought I read were actually fake.â
In the original story, Mary Conler was hated by her family for no reason.
The Conlers were described as cruel. The child they finally found after nine years of searching was treated with coldness and harshness.
âHowever, the people I met.â
Gilbert, who was strict with himself and his siblings trying to imitate our respected father, but has a gentle nature; Aiden, who is the quietest but plays the role of mediator and Theodore, who can sometimes be annoying, is funny.
Rex, who is always obedient and loving. Lucas, like an uncle watching over us closely, Hestia, who always had my back, and Bonita and Carol, who always looked out for me. And the servants of the Grand Duchy of Conlerâ¦â¦.
And my father, who has loved me unconditionally.
âBut why didnât I believe what I had experienced myself? I kept thinking about the original story.â
âBecause of those bastards.â
âButâ¦â¦â
âThink about it, they made you feel lonely by making you dream.â
Since all of this was the scheme of the god of the underground world, I can blame only him. I am a victim who was played.
It was convenient to attribute everything to him, just as Arsene is saying in front of me. But to simply blame him like thatâ¦
âI didnât trust them.â
I was loved beyond my means.
While I was mentally judging their behavior and treating them as if they were characters in a novel, they thought of me as a true âfamily memberâ and treated me with sincerity.
Thinking about how I deceived that pure love suffocated me.
âIâm sorry.â
Arsene hugged me tightly as he mumbled something incoherent, he kept apologizing.
My regret over all the foolish things I had done and thought washed over me like a tidal wave, making it impossible for me to think clearly.
Arsene had nothing to be sorry for towards me. The fault lies with the god of the underworld and me, for being stupid.
In response to my question, Arsene simply patted my back gently. I didnât know why he felt guilty, and I didnât want to know.
âI should have regained my strength quickly. I was too relaxed. I thought you could handle it. No, I thought you needed to go through this to grow. I might have been arrogant.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âBut when I hold you in my arms like thisâ¦â¦. I realize how small you are, you. I didnât realize how small you were when I was a dog. To think that you could stand up to those people in such a small body.â
Arseneâs words were filled with remorse and regret.
I raised my hand and gently patted Arseneâs back, as if comforting him. I never expected Arsene to think this way.
âMaybe youâre rightâ¦â¦.â
âYes?â
âBecause whenever I have a problem thatâs too complicated for me to solve, I think of you. I wish Arsene would help me with this one, too.â
âI know.â
Arsene grabbed my hand, which had been patting his back. Then, he gently kissed the back of it.
âIt was thanks to you finding me and your prayers that I was able to regain my strength.â
âMy prayers?â
âSo keep looking for me. I need you to need me.â
I nodded, feeling a little embarrassed by Arseneâs words.
In a way, I thought he might feel bad because I was treating him like a problem solver, but to hear him say that I can keep needing him was the most comforting thing to hear in my current situation.
Yeah, my situation.
âWill Father⦠be able to regain his memories?â
âYes, perhaps.â
It occurred to me that perhaps my fatherâs loss of his memory was indeed a gift from God.
âWill he ever get hurt again because of me?â
ââ¦â¦.â
âOr my other family members.â
There was a long silence on the question I most wanted answered. Arsene fiddled with my hair, which was hanging down on my back.
âThey could get hurt.â
âAs long as the god of the underworld keeps wanting you.â
At Arseneâs stifled reply, I pulled out of his arms.
âWhy?â
âThe god of the underworld has wanted you for a very long time.â
âI canât understand⦠Since I was little?â
âNo, he met you in a past life you donât remember.â
It was a surprising story, but perhaps predictable. The god known as the god of the underworld always seemed to look beyond me when looking at me.
Thatâs why his declaration of love was not only unbelievable, but also seemed unfair.
âSo heâs obsessed with me all this time because heâs fallen for me in my previous life that I donât even remember?â
Arsene stared at me and nodded. The tears that had been streaming down my face had stopped.
The remorse, sadness, and regret that had soaked me were now transformed into anger towards the god of the underworld.
âWhy on earth does he want me? I really donât understand. Iâm so confused. Am I even what he wants? I donât even remember that previous life, so I donât know why heâs so obsessed with me.â
âYouâre different.â
I had a hunch that the âpersonâ he was referring to was the version of me from a past life I couldnât remember, the one that the god of the underworld had fallen in love with.
And Arsene also seemed to know that person very well.
âActually⦠yes, I thought that maybe if you went through such trials, you might be able to regain your memories, because thatâs what he wants.â
âDid Arsene also want me to regain my memories? Because I am âthat personâ?â
I felt betrayed by his honesty. At my aggressive tone, Arsene soothed me.
âAt first!â
âHow could you do that? If thatâs the case, how are you any different from that god of the underworld?â
âIt was only like that at the beginning. I also wanted to see that person as much as that bastard did. But then, at some point, I realized. You are completely different from that person.â
Who could that person be, to make the god of the underworld fall so deeply in love?
I suddenly resent âthat personâ who had once been me, even though it wasnât her fault.
I was afraid. If I were to regain the memories of âthat personâ as the god of the underworld desires, what would happen next?
âHe wants you to become desperately lonely.â
âThatâs why he made me unable to trust my family.â
âItâs not just your family.â
The warm brown eyes that I had thought were gentle from the beginning suddenly felt intimidating.
ââ¦â¦Demimore?â
âFrom the perspective of the god of the underworld, Demimore might be the most irritating person.â
âNo, why? Demimore is justâ¦â¦.â
âThink about it. Even without Demimore, your family is already annoying. Imagine how annoying it would be with your fiancé attached to you.â
Ah, so thatâs why Demimore was portrayed that way in the original.
I felt bad for Demimore for getting involved with me like that.
I didnât believe in Demimore either. I couldnât accept Demimoreâs pure kindness to me as it is. I thought he would send me to Nikor at any timeâ¦
âIâm truly the worst.â
How many people should I feel sorry for? When I looked back on the relationships I started by drawing lines between us without the other party knowing, a sigh escaped me.
At least I reached out to Astina first.
â¦â¦But that was only to take advantage of her one day.
âNo, why are you the worst, itâs those bastards who are really taking advantage of people.â
Even with Arsene comforting me, I couldnât figure out where to start to make this all right. After all, no one should have been harmed by my actionsâ¦â¦.
âWhat about Sofia?â
The first thing that came to mind was Sofia Bruno. It was Baron Brunoâs last wish before he died, and I wanted to fulfill it.
Then I remembered Jessica Bruno, who had told me to beware of similarities. Thinking of Jessica Bruno strangely brought a pang of pain to my heart.
Baron Bruno aside, for her sake, I have to get Sofia Bruno back somehow.