Carynne felt no need to feel guilty towards anyone, but she felt it towards him.
âMake a wager with me.â
âIf you fall in love sincerely, I will help you.â
What had Dullan done to Raymond? Carynne confessed to Dullan that Raymond was her true love and that she wouldnât choose anyone else to love. She couldnât think of anyone but him.
Carynne had made her choice back then, and since then, Raymond remembered everything. And he changed because of her. It was both a joy and a sorrow.
ââ¦Is there a problem?â
âThe taste is off. I guess I got used to the meals prepared by the chef in the meantime.â
Carynne replied as she finished her soup. Raymond lowered his head with an embarrassed look.
âIâm sorry.â
âItâs fine.â
Carynne felt bitter that a conversation she intended to keep light was becoming heavy again. Raymond was genuinely sorry. With someone else, it could have been a simple exchange of âEat whatâs givenâ and âIâll eat it then,â but not with the two of them.
âI will learn to cook better soon.â
âItâs really okay, Sir Raymond.â
Carynne reiterated it, but the mood just grew heavier. She wanted to say something but didnât know what to say. She also didnât know what could be a light topic.
âJust speak your mind.â
âExcuse me?â
Raymond looked at Carynne with a slightly sorrowful and apprehensive look.
âIf you donât tell me, I wonât know, Carynne. Thereâs a limit to understanding through just gauging. Just ask me.â
âYou wonât tell me everything even if I ask.â
âIâll try to tell you everything I can.â
ââ¦â¦â
âNo, I will tell you everything.â
Raymond corrected himself. Carynne didnât want to hurt him.
But their attempts to not hurt each other were causing more pain. Carynne felt like crying a little.
âSir Raymond, no⦠Not âSirâ anymore. Verdic called you âBaronâ, didnât he? Are you a baron this time?â
âYes. One of the reasons I went to the capital this time was to receive the title of baron.â
Raymond answered candidly. Carynne nodded.
âI suppose your brother, the previous Baron Saytes, wasnât supposed to die yet, but he passed away early.â
âThatâs right.â
Carynne bit her lip.
ââ¦Did you kill him?â
âYes.â
His answer was too decisive. Raymond had decided to reveal everything to Carynne rather than hide it. He was no longer ashamed. It was just a matter of stating what had happened. Carynne nodded too. She couldnât avoid him either.
âWhen was it?â
âIt was as soon as my memories returned.â
ââ¦Why did you do it?â
âTo have you safely in this mansion as soon as possible, taking control of the barony was necessary.â
âI⦠see.â
Carynneâs voice trembled slightly. She had to steady herself.
A hundred years ago, Raymond did not believe that Carynne had been coming back to life. One reason was his older brother.
For over a century, Raymondâs brother was always destined to die. The timing varied, but the outcome was constant. Unlike Lord Hare, who had occasionally lived, Raymondâs sick brother always ended up dying, passing on the barony to him.
âYou didnât know my brother would die.â
âHe was just ill.â
As the death sentence was handed down to Carynne when she was 117 years old, she had been able to sense from Raymondâs words that he believed her.
Before, Raymond concluded that Carynne would, of course, tell him about the future if she truly lived over and over again.
If she had, she wouldnât possibly let his one and only family to die.
And yet, his brother would always die. Thatâs what he found horrible.
But now, he had become someone who took the initiative to kill his older brother, who was bound to die anyway.
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Her tongue felt leaden.
âThe last time you left, was it to kill him?â
âThat was a different matter, Carynne. My brother always died before that day, historically. I merely hastened the inevitable. He had been dead for a long time already.â
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âDo you find me repulsive?â
Raymond looked directly at Carynne. There was a heaviness in his voice. Carynne shook her head.
âHow could I?â
ââ¦â¦â
âIâm just afraid that your efforts wonât pay off again this time.â
Carynne remembered the moment she fell from the tower. Raymond had come, abandoning everything, for someone unworthy of being saved like her.
Thatâs why she told Dullan that this man was her true love.
But even then, Carynne died.
âSir Raymond, I feel remorseful because you changed because of me.â
Raymond looked as if he had been struck.
âWhy do you feel remorseful?â
How could she not?
Carynne needed to speak slowly. She felt as if her throat would close up if she spoke too fast.
âYou could have lived a life independent of me. You know that. This is not a world inside a novel. I was just born this way, like my mother⦠Andâ¦â
Carynneâs breath hitched. Until now, she hadnât told Raymond that Dullan was the key to this problem. And she realized why she felt guilty towards him.
Dullan, who did not fear death. The only place to find answers was with Dullan, but she couldnât even extract them through threats or torture.
âIâve thought about it. You could have just lived your life, but why did you fall into this hell with me, crawling at the bottom⦠Itâs because of my choice, in the end.â
Carynne fell silent.
Ultimately, Raymond had fallen to such wretched depths because Carynne had chosen him. Because she declared to Dullan that he was her male protagonist. It wasnât his fault for being handsome, nor for fitting the role of a romance novelâs hero so well.
She tried to pass it off lightly, but looking at the changed Raymond took her breath away.
âNowâ, Carynne truly loved Raymond.
Raymond seeking revenge on Verdic had become a trivial matter. Too many things had happened. Raymondâs brother died, Prince Lewis died, and Isella died. Even to Isella, who he usually hesitated to harm, Raymond seemed connected to this series of events.
For over a hundred years, Carynne had watched Raymond. Loved him. Loved every aspect of him. She always believed he would be by her side. Even after giving up the idea that he was her knight destined to rescue her from eternal life, deep down, that belief never changed.
As a result, she turned Raymondâs life into one like a life in a fictional book.
She recalledher more naïve self from the past.
Despite the repetition and the tedium that led to despair, one always remembers the first time.
Carynne, brainwashed by Nancy, believed she was in a book and trembled in fear of dying if she couldnât fall in love.
Dullan was endlessly lacking and unresponsive. Raymond was the knight from a fairy tale who approached her at that time. He was the one who approached her first.
âI keep having the same nightmare. It all feels like a terrible dream⦠like a novel.â
âYou seem like my male protagonist.â
The start, the very first love, was truly simple, naïve, and inexperienced. That Raymond, who she vaguely remembered, smiled awkwardly but didnât say anything to Carynne. He just smiled, saying it was an honor.
But what about after that?
It was only a year. In fact, if they considered the duration, it was less than a year of love.
They had only repeated cautious first meetings and tensions. They barely had any trivial arguments in reality, and their love always ended at the perfect moment it was supposed to happen.
Just a few months of interaction.
Carynne clung to that. She thought love was the only solution to escape from this world. As more time passed, she even wondered if that brief period could really be called love.