Chapter 326
Don't Concern Yourself With That Book
Chapter 326
Translator: yun
We stared at each other in silence.
âDid you see everything?â
âHm, what could you be referring to?â
Did she see Hernan? Or was she pretending to have not? Even after squinting my eyes, I couldnât read her.
âIf you didnât see anything, then forget itâ
I turned my head. Reaching my hand out, the diary flew into my hand as if it had been waiting.
âWhat brings you here?â
âHave you not heard anything from Dane Lowell?â
I glanced at Daneâs letter.
âI did.â
I slowly raised my head,
âDane mentioned in a letter that you would come see me.â
âBut?â
âBut I didnât think youâd really come to see me.â
The moon hanging above Rusbellaâs head looked frighteningly dazzling. I furrowed my brows at Rusbella who looked as beautiful as glass that was close to breaking under this light.
She was like a dangerous plant attracting insects as prey.
Dane had also mentioned in his letter what he had to do in the future. It might have just been a while ago, but now that my reason had returned, I was rational enough to think it was strange.
âDonât you think itâs ridiculous that you would actually come here to help me?â
â.....â
Rusbella frowned. I didnât miss the moment when her eyes narrowed.
âIâm not accepting any more of your nonsense anymore, so be straight with me. How did war bring you here?â
She smiled as if it was funny.
âYouâve already heard, havenât you? That Kaltanias had already won.â
Looking as calm as ever, Rusbella did not look like someone who had just been defeated.
âIt was the Kingdom of Walter who started the war, not Kaltanias. Do you not feel responsible?â
People died. In this world, a world which I now learned was not a world inside a novel, the people in here were not merely passing extras but living breathing humans. Those people had been injured and some even died in the war selfishly started by someone. What wrong did they commit for this?
âIt is because of you, countless people died. Do you not pity them?â
Immediately, I scoffed.
âRight. You would never feel sympathy. You are an undead monster that died a long time ago.â
Rusbella then glared fiercely at me.
âI donât know what youâre scheming but I wonât let you or Castor have your way anymore.â
I did not back down and retorted fiercely. No, what more did I have left to fear when I already lost so many people. I was willing to tear their necks apart.
âHa, whatâs this...â
Rusbella did not hide her astonishment.
âSo, you havenât heard anything about me from Dane Lowell. This is seriously...â
My ferocity unknowingly dissipated as I watched her expression crumble. What was going on?
âDane had written in his letter that he had discovered your weakness.â
âAnd what is that weakness?â
Did I have to answer? But for some reason, I answered her anxiously with a frown.
âHe said you had some tool that was precious to you. He told me that if he took that tool away from you, you would come help.â
Rusbella burst out laughing.
âHa, haha. Ahahaha. Thatâs funny. It really is. Ha...â
Her craze-induced laughter ceased abruptly. She swept her falling hair up gracefully.
âI really do not like you.â
She spat out.
âI hate you.â
As if responding to her feelings, a wave of gold pulsed ferociously around her.
âDo you plan on continuing to use your innocence like this... or perhaps this is all an act.â
I could no longer keep up with what she was saying. However, with every word she spoke, she was emitting a dangerous amount of energy I could not ignore.
âAs you just said, it would be ridiculous for me to help you.â
I frowned at her words. Rusbella twisted her lips.
âSlon had been shot by an arrow. It was a poison arrow that the Head Templar of Diana had shot. An average man would not be able to live after getting struck by it. I am here now in exchange for them saving Slonâs life. â
When I read âtoolâ, I thought Dane was referring to an artefact that was important to Rusbella. But the words she uttered made me forget my anger.
Slorenian, Slon. The man whom I once thought was the male lead of this world. The moment his name came to mind, the puzzle began solving itself.
âWhat about getting promotions? Is it a sin for me to get married? Why canât I work if I have a child?â
âNo clue.â
Back when we were younger, this friend of mine was good at playing games so she had dreamt of becoming a popular streamer. But she spent her youth away and stopped pursuing that dream.
âDarn it, this damned world. Damn it all. I wish everything would just fall apart...â
It wasnât bad to have this low-rung job but standing on the edge made the world look bleak and made everyone look twisted.
âHng, could Hogwarts please send me an owl too...â
âOh?â
I was going to respond but I blinked my eyes instead.
âHey.â
âHm?â
âI feel like Iâve gone through this before?â
It felt like I was now reminiscing memories.
âIs this like deja vu or something?â
I scratched my cheek but something felt like it was missing from it. There was a strange feeling of emptiness surrounding my burning cheeks.
âWhat is this?â
Just when I thought something was amiss, my drunk friend quickly raised her head.
âJi-Ahn, what was your dream?â
WIthout giving me time to think, my lips moved on their own.
â... That I wonât die anymore?â
As soon as the words left my lips, I wanted to take back what I just said. Why did I say that? My friend stared back at me as though pitying me.
âYou must be having a hard time these days...â
Still, after telling me not to kill myself, she continued talking about owls and Hogwarts.
After our drinking session ended just like that, I returned to my daily routine. I had an ordinary, normal job, a job that would force me to sometimes face the harsh reality.
âYouâve worked hard today.â
On my way home, my friend called me out so that we could get rid of our hangovers together. After I shot down her absurd idea of getting rid of our hangovers by drinking even more, we drank some hangover soup before sitting down in a cafe next to the soup place.
There had been a poster hanging on the glass wall of the cafe I had never seen before. We began to chat about the poster we just saw.
âIs it from some popular animation? It was a big hit. What is it about? The main character was transported into another world and saved that world.â
âThat sounds like a common story.â
My friend tried to convince me to read it by saying that their art definitely stood out and that there was a handsome blonde man as the male lead.
âWell. A common story is a common story. But arenât your bookshelves full at this point?â
My friend began attacking my innocent bookshelf.
âBut, Ji-Ahn. These stories usually end happily, donât they?â
âDo they?â
âThen, do the main characters return to their original world?â
I hesitated to answer.
âYouâre asking me anything that comes to your mind.â
I blinked. Before I knew it, I was scratching my cheek again out of habit. I tried to agree but my lips would not stop trembling.
âWhy? Whatâs going on?â
While I was frozen in my thoughts, my friend continued the topic alone as if she had already gotten her answer.
âRight. What novel have you been reading recently? You donât talk about them anymore.â
âYou mean novels?â
âYeah. You said you found something that suits your tastes perfectly.â
âDid I... I donât seem to remember.â
âDid it turn boring after you bragged about it that much?â
âWhat was it about?â
My friend tilted her head as if she thought it was strange.
âThe title was something vague... but itâs obvious what you like. Thereâs some tyrant and he became obsessed with the female lead. Itâs some angsty story about the trials and tribulations the female lead has to face.â
âAm I that much of a weirdo? To think I liked these kinds of stories.â
My friend then widened her eyes before staring at me as though I had changed.
âIsnât that interesting? Did your tastes change overnight?â
I shook my head quietly.
â... I donât like seeing people have a difficult time. Because itâs hard to see them like that.â
For some reason, I felt burdened as though I had gone through something like that before but my friend who was hearing me speak found me even stranger yet she didnât question it.
On the way home, the sky was filled with dark clouds hiding stars that could not show themselves. The dark apartments looked like square boxes.
Standing atop a hill, when I turned around, I could see what was below me in an instant. The sight of spring blossoms beautifully decorated my view when I looked out my window. But at night, this view was tarnished.
My gaze lingered on the Seoul night view.
[So, this is the world you lived in.]