Chapter 341 (2/2)

“… No, nothing. ”

“Good. Hopefully I won’t see you again.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you. Please forgive my rudeness a little while ago. ”

“I’m glad you realized it.”

The marquis paused for a moment, then walked away without saying anything.

After she fixed my eyes on his silvery hair, which resembled Monique’s, for a while, she slowly reflected on what he said after he disappeared completely.

‘Five years.’

Five years could be short, but long. Anyway, she could be completely free after five years.

As the marquis made the promise under his name, obviously he would not eat his words.

If she faithfully satisfied the condition he set out, she had no reason to suffer from sleepless nights, worrying about when she would be killed.

Only then she began to feel his reassurances were such a load off her mind. Although she couldn’t go back to her original world, and although she could not live a splendid life again as a woman of the top-tier class, she thought that now she could take the break that she could never have during the past eight years. She was deeply surrounded by a deep sense of relief for the first time since she left the empire.

She reached out and grabbed the air slowly. The kind of life that she could live as her own without being compared to anybody else’s was within her grasp now. The freedom that she craved for, praying every night before she went to sleep, was just around the corner.

‘Yes, it’s only five years. I can live freely if I can hold out for the next five years well.’

After hearing his reassurances, she felt it took a lot of pressure from her chest. A smile came to her lips when she was turning around.

“Sir Carsein, Her Highness wants to see you for a moment.”

I stopped moving the quill suddenly, which caused some ugly stains on my daily journal.

But that was not important.

When I looked around, hardly believing my ears, I noticed a well-dressed maid. Given the color of her clothes and the tiara embroidered on the cuffs, she was certainly the empress’s maid.

Moistening my dry mouth, I asked her, who was lowering her head, “Her Highness wants to see me?”

“Yes, she said she would like to talk to you for a moment before you leave as part of the delegation, so she said you should stop by her palace as soon as you called it a day.”

“Okay, let me come with you then.”

After handing over the daily journal to my colleague who was quick-witted enough to reach out, I followed her to the empress’s palace. Although it was not far from my office to the palace, I could gladly go there, but these days I had mixed feelings about her.

It has already been four months since she got married to the emperor, and half a year since her oath of blood was rejected by the emperor.

From the time I watched that scene that day, and from the time I saw the emperor crying and yelling while holding her who was dying, I keenly realized that I could no longer approach her. My heart ached. I felt heartbroken because I could not have the chance to confess my love to her even if I was rejected.

If I had known this, I would have tried to confess to her. Of course, I tried in one way or another, but if I had known my chance to confess would be missed for good by a twist of fate, I would have confessed when an opportunity came along instead of waiting for the right time.

I regretted it several times a day. It was heartbreaking that I lost her, but I felt more heartbroken that I could not show my affection for her. In the end, when she came to visit me when I was sick in bed, I agonized several times over whether to confess, but I parted with her instead of confessing. I knew I would be selfish if I did so, but I wanted to confess to her at least once, though indirectly, my affection for her that I had cherished for several years. For I felt only then I could have my aching heart comforted a bit.