Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 105: [] If this is the end

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"My whole body ached as if I'd been beaten, but strangely, it was much easier to breathe than before I died. The pain was in my heart, not my body."

"...Did you ever love me?"

Roardnes' trembling voice came through clearly from outside the glass barrier.

No one seemed to have noticed that I had regained my body.

Bardenaldo, standing with his back to me, replied with all his might to Roardnes' question, his wings fluttering.

"No, not once."

That bastard.

I reached out to the glass lid with my recovered hand. It felt like I could open it with just a little force.

I had to endure the urge to bite and spit out every word Bardenaldo uttered as he started rambling on.

No, first, I had to shut that damn mouth.

It would be difficult for Roardnes, who had devoted his entire life to the Crown Prince, to easily end his life. It would be tantamount to denying everything he was.

'Then shouldn't I help?'

The realization that I had returned to my original body was actually quite confusing.

Perhaps because Blier's body had lost a lot of blood and was almost dead at the hands of the Crown Prince, my soul had temporarily left and entered my own corpse nearby?

Or maybe it was a lingering attachment to this life that was keeping me bound to my original body?

It was an absurd assumption, but I was desperate.

Because maybe, just maybe, this moment was already the end for me, who should have died.

"Even though I told you earlier, you still don't realize. How could I love someone like you?"

So, maybe this was the last chance given to me by the heavens to kill Bardenaldo, the person I couldn't kill with Roardnes's hands, my enemy.

A chance to accomplish what I couldn't do in my previous life!

'Instead of the small fry I had planned for before...'

My eyes turned to Roardnes.

His face was slowly sinking like a dam that had been firmly built, collapsing with each word of Bardenaldo.

But he still had his jaw clenched, trying to prevent a sob from escaping as he covered Blier's side.

If this was the end of this life...

'Roardnes, to you...'

And soon, my trembling gaze passed over Blier, who lay dead, and toward the dagger I had left in front of the glass case.

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The Crown Prince was not himself when he realized that this space, which he had guarded for countless years, was about to be exposed to outsiders.

"Even if Adrien Pireta had seen your eyes, she could never have loved you. I can guarantee that. You would want to ask, but how can you ask the dead?"

"..."

"Let me answer for you. Adrien wouldn't have loved you. If she had seen your eyes, knowing that you were that ominous Crown Prince, she wouldn't have even looked at you properly. So, the closest person who loves you is me, Roan. Come on... soon..."

Let's get rid of those rat-like things and go up to the surface.

Bardenaldo whispered to Roardnes like a reaper who had climbed up from the darkest shadow in his heart.

Roardnes had been out of his mind ever since Adrien collapsed and her breath became weak.

The only moment he existed in reality was the instant he shouted for a doctor.

Roardnes was trapped in a world where only he, Bardenaldo, and the Adrien he held in his arms existed. He wept silently.

The days of unparalleled achievements he had built were shattered into pieces and scattered like grains of sand.

He stared at Bardenaldo, whose face was contorted as if he couldn't hurt him.

Ah.

Why, suddenly?

Why was he reminded of himself that day?

The last day of his mother, Empress Retinia's funeral.

The voices of people laughing and chatting from afar, as if they didn't care about his crumbling heart.

The dark times when he had to kill the weak thought that someone would pull him up, that someone would hold him and tell him it was okay to cry.

'Help me.'

Why was he suddenly reminded of that day when he couldn't say those words to anyone and ran away?

"The woman you're holding is neither Adrien nor anything. She was just a plaything for your uncle. So forget your foolish delusions and quickly go up and stop unrelated people from coming in, Roardnes. This is an order from your lord."

Bardenaldo, who had reached his limit of patience, whispered in a harsh voice.

Seeing Roardnes with the pitiful face of a dog abandoned by its master, he felt a surge of anger.

"Are you going to ignore your mother's will? Are you going to let people in and bring dishonor to your brother? It's your father's birthday, of all days. If people come, I'll have no choice but to point the finger at you!"

Bardenaldo sneered as he saw Roardnes waver at the mention of his mother's will.

He whispered that he was the only one in the whole world who cared for Roardnes.

It was to remind Roardnes, who was standing in the midst of hell just as he had been when he was first rejected by people, of his true place.

"That woman is destined to die like Adrien Pireta anyway! It is my mother's will, and your will too, for me to survive and become Emperor! If you don't go out and stop people from coming in, I'll have no choice but to say that you did all this for our cause. No matter how much you resent me, no matter how much you resent your uncle... who would believe the words of a problem child like you..."

But Bardenaldo couldn't continue.

A strange sense of unease washed over him from behind.

Thud!

Bardenaldo's eyes widened in shock as he looked back, his body trembling. Never in his life had he opened his eyes so wide.

Golden hair as sweet as honey, a pale face, and emerald green eyes that shone brightly.

The woman who had stabbed him in the shoulder with a thin hand, her teeth clenched.

"Shut your mouth, please."

Adrien Pireta, who was dead, was right in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

Although he clearly screamed, no sound came out. He couldn't utter a sound from his open mouth and blinked his bloodshot eyes.

"You, you pervert..."

"I... it can't be..."

Bardenaldo felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end at the sight of Adrien Pireta standing with her back to the open glass case.

Overwhelmed by fear, the pain in his back, which had erupted belatedly, finally brought him down to the cold floor.

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I had a brief moment of hesitation about whether to strike the Crown Prince on the head first, for daring to mention the Empress Retinia so cowardly.

But I prioritized removing the glass case lid and picking up the dagger first.

It was because I felt like this might be my last chance.

I never thought I would point the dagger I had brought with me, thinking I might stab Noevian Trovica, at the Crown Prince.

When I picked up the dagger and my vision cleared, the first person I made eye contact with was Noevian, who was near Roardnes.

As soon as he saw me coming out of the glass case, he looked like he had stopped breathing.

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I glanced at Roardnes over Bardenaldo's shoulder.

Roardnes had his teeth clenched, suppressing anger, contempt, sadness, and tears all at once.

His face was like that of an enduring warrior, but ironically, it reminded me of the young Roardnes I had never seen before, who desperately needed help.

With all my might, I plunged the dagger into Bardenaldo's shoulder blade, who was just babbling nonsense.

I could feel the wet flesh being cut and the sharp tip of the dagger hitting the hard bone in my palm.

Ah, I did it.

A strange euphoria rippled through my whole body.

Roardnes stared blankly, as if all the blood had drained from his body.

Our eyes met briefly as Roardnes got up from Blier's body in a daze.

My heart ached.

I may have hurt your brother, Bardenaldo for whatever reason, and you may resent me for that.

But, but...

'This might be the last time I can be with Roardnes.'

I stumbled towards Roardnes, who still couldn't blink, taking quick, unsteady steps.

His face was as if he had forgotten to breathe.

I stepped over Bardenaldo, who had fallen forward from the unexpected attack, and pressed down.

And I cupped Roardnes' injured cheeks.

"Ad, Adrien...?"

"Bardenaldo, that bastard, everything he said is a lie."

Ah.

It felt like dry, parched grains of sand were scattering from my throat, but it was definitely Adrien... my original voice.

Tears, whether real or imaginary, welled up and rolled down my cheeks.

"Adrien, who was twenty years old, would definitely say this to you."

If this miraculous moment was a sign to use up all my remaining strength and die...

"You're so beautiful, Ahn."

I pressed my forehead against Roardnes' forehead, who couldn't say anything but repeat my name over and over again.

"Like the sun on a clear day without a cloud. Like the sunset caressing the deep sea."

It was something I always wanted to say.

I could feel Roardnes' firm cheeks, which were wet and trembling under my palms.

"I love you, Ahn."

I stepped on Bardenaldo's back with all my might, who was wriggling, and stood on tiptoes.

I stared straight into Roardnes' wavering eyes, as if tying them up tightly.

And finally, I closed my eyes as if saying goodbye to the world.

And finally, I pressed my wet lips against his lips that I had always coveted.

A dry, parched sensation, yet hotter than anything else, enveloped my entire lips and quickly heated my body.

I bit his lower lip, which couldn't respond, and kissed him deeper, as if I were biting the sweetest fruit in the world.

It was a kiss as the complete Adrien Pireta, and I wasn't sad, no matter how many tears fell from my eyes.

Ah, what a glorious end this was.

The sense of crisis, that this might be the last, might have been a blessing for my selfish self.

This feeling, like fireworks exploding above my head, a mixture of anger and ecstasy, couldn't be a more perfect end for the selfish Adrien.

Even though my body was clearly dead.

My heart, which should have stopped, was pounding in my head as if it were right there, making my ears ring.

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