Chapter 54 (1/2)
Translator: Wawaa
Editor: WilsonWilson
“What?”
Demian asked back in surprise.
“Did that also come out in your dream?”
Demian had comrades in the Tarragon Empire. Outlaws without nationality or affiliation. They were warriors who met on the battlefield and followed Demian as if he were a King. Demian seemed quite surprised that Lara knew such a thing. Believing that Lara’s past was her dream, his shock was even greater.
Lara hesitated. She had decided not to tell him about her past life, but it was a mistake. Besides, she did not know what to say when he asked her back like that, and above all, Demian treated Demian Rhode Drake, whom Lara met in her past, as a non-existent person.
It was not necessary to make him understand. Lara admitted that it was her karma that she had to embrace her past alone. She had no intention of using the information from her past to control others’ lives.
“I’m sorry. I said something wrong. I have decided not to talk about that anymore.”
“Why?”
“Because you don’t like it.”
“Lara.”
“I’m not angry because you don’t believe me. If I were in your shoes, I would also think I’m crazy. And I don’t want to make you disobey the orders from Crown Prince Acerus just to make you stay here. That’s the very thing that has nothing to do with me.”
“Do you mean it?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It’s important. There is nothing more important than that in this world.”
“Not for me.”
Sincerity was only beautiful in fairy tales with a happy ending.
“You have too much on your mind.”
Demian muttered. They once had a conversation similar to this. Lara looked at Demian’s side profile, who was standing next to her while sweeping his hair up with one hand. She recalled what happened in her past life.
‘When was it again?’
It was when Demian, who came back after winning the umpteenth fight, came to find Lara. He said he wanted to meet Lara specifically, not Prince Sidhar.
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Lara, who was the fake saintess, could not do anything without the Prince’s permission. She could neither meet anyone nor could she go out alone. So she thought about declining his request, but she left her room out of curiosity.
“You’re here.”
There was armor, a huge sword stained with blood and flesh, and a battle slave smeared with wounds and blood. It was Demian.
In spite of herself, Lara retreated a couple of steps from him.
“Lara.”
“You shouldn’t call a saintess’ name like that.”
“God wouldn’t be that narrow-minded.”
I heard he is a slave, but this man is so confident.
Lara was amazed by Demian. She wanted to know about him. He looked messy and terrible, but he had a strange heart-beating charm.
“Lara, how long are you planning on staying in Hautean?”
“I’m Hautean’s saintess. I will be the Princess Consort soon. I will never leave this country.”
“Do you mean it?”
She was about to say yes, but something else came out of her mouth.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Even then, Demian looked at her and said.
“It’s important. There is nothing more important than that in this world.”
What did I say then?
She thought she said something along the lines of that was for you, not me. A puppet was not allowed to be free. It was Demian who was in the prison, and Lara was the one outside. But she always thought she was the one who was trapped.
After reminiscing, Lara murmured with a bitter face.
“You are always like that. You keep telling me to say something that I don’t want to and forbid me from saying something that I want to.”
“What?”
“I have always been frustrated because I can’t figure out what you’re thinking. I wanted to ask you why you didn’t leave me…”
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A cool breeze blew. The weather was not very cold, but the strong wind reduced the body temperature. As she got goosebumps on her forearms, Lara shrank slightly.