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Table of Contents

  • 1. Chapter 1 - Prologue
  • 2. Chapter 2 - Part 1 - Can I Be Rude To The Villain?
  • 3. Chapter 2 - Part 2 - Can I Be Rude To The Villain
  • 4. Chapter 3 Part 1
  • 5. Chapter 3 Part 2
  • 6. Chapter 4 Part 1
  • 7. Chapter 4 Part 2
  • 8. Chapter 5 Part 1
  • 9. Chapter 5 Part 2
  • 10. Chapter 6 Part 1
  • 11. Chapter 6 Part 2
  • 12. Chapter 7 Part 1
  • 13. Chapter 7 Part 2
  • 14. Chapter 8
  • 15. Chapter 9
  • 16. Chapter 10
  • 17. Chapter 11
  • 18. Chapter 12
  • 19. Chapter 13 Part 1
  • 20. Chapter 13 Part 2
  • 21. Chapter 14
  • 22. Chapter 15
  • 23. Chapter 16
  • 24. Chapter 17
  • 25. Chapter 18
  • 26. Chapter 19
  • 27. Chapter 20
  • 28. Chapter 21
  • 29. Chapter 22
  • 30. Chapter 23
  • 31. Chapter 24
  • 32. Chapter 25
  • 33. Chapter 26
  • 34. Chapter 27
  • 35. Chapter 28
  • 36. Chapter 29
  • 37. Chapter 30
  • 38. Chapter 31
  • 39. Chapter 32
  • 40. Chapter 33
  • 41. Chapter 34
  • 42. Chapter 35
  • 43. Chapter 36
  • 44. Chapter 37
  • 45. Chapter 38
  • 46. Chapter 39
  • 47. Chapter 40
  • 48. Chapter 41
  • 49. Chapter 42
  • 50. Chapter 43
  • 51. Chapter 44
  • 52. Chapter 45
  • 53. Chapter 46
  • 54. Chapter 47
  • 55. Chapter 48
  • 56. Chapter 49
  • 57. Chapter 50
  • 58. Chapter 51
  • 59. Chapter 52
  • 60. Chapter 53
  • 61. Chapter 54
  • 62. Chapter 55
  • 63. Chapter 56
  • 64. Chapter 57
  • 65. Chapter 58
  • 66. Chapter 59
  • 67. Chapter 60
  • 68. Chapter 61
  • 69. Chapter 62
  • 70. Chapter 63
  • 71. Chapter 64
  • 72. Chapter 65
  • 73. Chapter 66
  • 74. Chapter 67
  • 75. Chapter 68
  • 76. Chapter 69
  • 77. Chapter 70
  • 78. Tragedy 71
  • 79. Chapter 72
  • 80. Chapter 73
  • 81. Chapter 74
  • 82. Chapter 75
  • 83. Chapter 76
  • 84. Chapter 77
  • 85. Chapter 78
  • 86. Chapter 79
  • 87. Chapter 80
  • 88. Chapter 81
  • 89. Chapter 82
  • 90. Chapter 83
  • 91. Chapter 84
  • 92. Chapter 85
  • 93. Chapter 86
  • 94. Chapter 87
  • 95. Chapter 88
  • 96. Tragedy 89
  • 97. Chapter 90
  • 98. Chapter 91
  • 99. Chapter 92
  • 100. Chapter 93
  • 101. Chapter 94
  • 102. Chapter 95
  • 103. Chapter 96
  • 104. Chapter 97
  • 105. Tragedy 98
  • 106. Chapter 99
  • 107. Chapter 100
  • 108. Chapter 101
  • 109. Chapter 102
  • 110. Chapter 103
  • 111. Chapter 104
  • 112. Chapter 105
  • 113. Chapter 106
  • 114. Chapter 107
  • 115. Chapter 108
  • 116. Chapter 109
  • 117. Chapter 110
  • 118. Chapter 111
  • 119. Chapter 112
  • 120. Chapter 113
  • 121. Chapter 114
  • 122. Chapter 115
  • 123. Chapter 116
  • 124. Chapter 117
  • 125. Chapter 118
  • 126. Chapter 119
  • 127. Chapter 120
  • 128. Chapter 121
  • 129. Chapter 122
  • 130. Chapter 123
  • 131. Chapter 124
  • 132. Chapter 125
  • 133. Chapter 126
  • 134. Chapter 127
  • 135. Chapter 128
  • 136. Chapter 129
  • 137. Chapter 130
  • 138. Chapter 131
  • 139. Chapter 132
  • 140. Chapter 133
  • 141. Chapter 134
  • 142. Chapter 135
  • 143. Chapter 136
  • 144. Tragedy 137
  • 145. Chapter 138
  • 146. Chapter 139
  • 147. Chapter 140
  • 148. Chapter 141
  • 149. Chapter 142
  • 150. Chapter 143
  • 151. Chapter 144
  • 152. Chapter 145
  • 153. Chapter 146
  • 154. Chapter 147
  • 155. Chapter 148
  • 156. Chapter 149
  • 157. Chapter 150
  • 158. Chapter 151
  • 159. Chapter 152
  • 160. Chapter 153
  • 161. Chapter 154
  • 162. Chapter 155
  • 163. Chapter 156
  • 164. Chapter 157
  • 165. Chapter 158
  • 166. Chapter 159
  • 167. Chapter 160
  • 168. Chapter 161
  • 169. Chapter 162
  • 170. Chapter 163
  • 171. Chapter 164
  • 172. Chapter 165
  • 173. Chapter 166
  • 174. Chapter 167
  • 175. Chapter 168
  • 176. Chapter 169
  • 177. Chapter 170
  • 178. Chapter 171
  • 179. Chapter 172
  • 180. Chapter 173
  • 181. Chapter 174
  • 182. Chapter 175
  • 183. Chapter 176
  • 184. Chapter 177
  • 185. Chapter 178
  • 186. Chapter 179
  • 187. Chapter 180
  • 188. Chapter 181
  • 189. Chapter 182
  • 190. Chapter 183
  • 191. Chapter 184
  • 192. Chapter 185
  • 193. Chapter 186
  • 194. Chapter 187
  • 195. Chapter 188
  • 196. Chapter 189. Side Story (1) - Berg's Daily Life
  • 197. Chapter 190. Side Story 2
  • 198. Chapter 191. Side Story 3
  • 199. Chapter 192. Side Story 4
  • 200. Chapter 193. Side Story 5
  • 201. Chapter 194. Side Story 6. Confinement
  • 202. Chapter 195. Side Story 7
  • 203. Chapter 196. Side Story 8
  • 204. Chapter 197. Side Story 9
  • 205. Chapter 198. Side Story 10
  • 206. Chapter 199. Side Story 11
  • 207. Chapter 200. Side Story 12
  • 208. Chapter 201. Side Story 13
  • 209. Chapter 202. Side Story 14
  • 210. Chapter 203. Side Story 15
  • 211. Chapter 204. Side Story 16. Lovesick (End)

Chapter 1 - Prologue

 

 


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Seria raised her glass, glaring at him as if giving him a warning.

 

‘If you get too close, you will die.’

 

Until a few days ago, he was still her fiance. It seemed like Kalis understood exactly the message of Seria’s glare.

 

She didn’t want to make eye contact with him any longer, so she quickly turned her head away and took a step. She was the one who had been looking out for Kalis’s mood, but she didn’t expect that position to be turned upside down at once. It was ironic.

 

She shifted her gaze toward the giant clock on the wall, thinking if she stayed here, she would have an eye-staring fight with Kalis for a long time, and she wanted to be alone. Besides, not dancing with Kalis was an unfamiliar experience in its own way. Up until a few days ago, she thought she was going to be the Marchioness of Haneton. Though she once said she didn’t know what life would bring and thought that if she had married Kalis and spent each day with him, she would probably have lived the rest of her life happily. 

 

‘There are some futures in this world that are predictable, aren’t there?’

 

But right now, she just felt betrayed. He was serious about her, but he was also serious about the heroine. If she didn’t fix his arm in the first place, would they have hated each other just like in the original story?

 

Perhaps, it would have been better. They probably wouldn’t end up like this. No matter how much she struggled to avoid the original story, it was useless. She believed Kalis loved her, but he couldn’t shake off Lina as the fated original. The idea that everything else might play out the way it was supposed to slowly grew in her mind. She really didn’t want to think like this. But to live, to survive, the fear that she had deliberately turned her back to, that she had kept hidden, left its mark like mud. She shook her head lightly, shaking off the lingering emotions. 

 

She suddenly remembered the sound of Kalis grabbing her and shouting urgently, “I’m divorcing Lina, please marry me again.”

 

She was so angry at the time that she didn’t have time to think about it properly, but now that she thought about it, other questions filled her mind. 

 

‘What’s the point of getting married like that? If Lina craves for something again, he would go to her, wouldn’t he?’

 

If Kalis was given another chance, would he go to the temple and swear an oath that he would give all his lands and title to her?

 

She should have been angrier with Kalis.

 

‘Really. I should have said something like this back then.’

 

Why did it never occur to her when they were fighting, but it did later? Why didn’t she go over there and punch Kalis in the face and scream like this? That would turn Berg Castle upside down, and in a few days, words would spread through the social circles of the entire empire. Her sinking mood improved a little as she giggled at the thought of the improbable. As she finished her glass of champagne, she called out to a passing servant. 

 

“Hey, you there.”

 

“Shall I get you another glass of champagne, My Lady?”

 

“No, it’s okay. Thank you.”

 

She handed him the empty glass and walked toward the stairs. Sitting there for a long time was not a good choice, so she left the table for a while. Of course, leaving the grand banquet hall was a stupid idea. It would look like she was running away because she couldn’t bear the pressure of rumors.

 

And she decided that the best place to escape to was the “Grand Duchess’ Terrace,” which had a great reputation in Berg Castle. Just as the resting room for the royal family at the imperial banquet, this terrace was said to be available only to the Grand Duchess of Berg* (Lesche’s mother) and her invited guests for generations. 

 

It had more symbolic significance than the other terraces, as it had to be climbed up a flight of stairs, and rumors said that the moonlight fell on it beautifully. Since Lesche was unmarried, the Grand Duchess’ terrace also had no master. It had been closed for a long time, but now Linon insisted that it should be kept open as was customary. Seria refused to be a burden, but Linon worked hard all day for Lesche, and he convinced her that he would not regret seeing the extent of it. 

 

The truth was, Seria was completely fooled by his words. She had no words to describe how hard she worked to decorate this place and prepare the banquet. And she just barely made it in time for decorating the High Priest’s pavilion to come the next day.

 

Actually, Seria wanted to visit this unknown place where even the royal family of the Glick Empire could not even ask first. 

 

‘When am I ever gonna get this chance again?’

 

As she approached, the well-dressed servant deftly drew back the thick green curtain.

 

 

The vest he wore had a large blue embroidered Berg’s pattern on it, meaning that he had temporary permission to enter the terrace for certain reasons. 

 

“Why don’t you put on your cloak and go out? It’s very cold outside.” The servant spoke.

 

She looked at the bottom of the stairs before stepping out onto the terrace. Several nobles were looking at her, but they turned away hurriedly.

 

Lesche, who was much taller, was surrounded by other nobles, but Seria could see his face. His silver hair shimmered with the reflection of the light. Lesche Berg was an eye-catching man. For such a great guy, he stood there looking annoyed. It seemed like he was trying hard to manage his facial expression. How unexpected, the life of a powerful man.

 

Seria smiled at the sight, but of all people, her gaze met Lesche’s. She immediately erased her smile and lowered her head lightly. She could feel the gazes of the nobles gathered towards her, as Lesche responded to her gaze.

 

She turned away and whispered to the servant who was still walking through the curtains. 

 

“Can you do me a favor?”

 

The servant’s eyes seemed to widen and he immediately nodded. Seria then stepped out onto the unknown terrace wearing a light cloak that the servant brought her. The terrace was overwhelmingly beautiful. The fantastic moonlight seemed to collect and illuminate like mirrors. The railings made of white marble looked like a work of art. A single lofty chair was placed a little off the center of the terrace, and a wool carpet on the floor. She could see why Linon was so confident about it. The rumors were not exaggerated at all.

 

She took her time admiring the terrace. The Grand Duchess’ terrace was about half a floor higher than the tallest terrace in the Grand Banquet Hall. As she looked around, she saw quite a few couples enjoying secret meetings out on the terrace.

 

 ‘It really is a special place. I can see firsthand all the rumors.’

 

Somehow she got the feeling that this terrace was not just for relaxation, but was also used for social and political purposes. She leaned back against the sturdy railing and looked up at the sky. The full moon was exceptionally large and it was shining. The sky was studded with more stars than she could count. It was an ecstatic scene, but as the servant had said, it was terribly cold, she shivered a little.

 

However, the cold air cleared her head and she closed her eyes, enjoying the refreshing feel. How long did she do that? Suddenly, the sound of a door opening with a small bell ringing reached her ears. She opened her eyes and turned around, there stood a person she half expected. 

 

“How did you get in here?”

 

“Seria…”

 

“Didn’t the servant stop you from coming in without my permission?”

 

“I know, but I politely asked in the name of the Saint.”

 

“What’s the use of asking? I did not give you permission. Do you know that the traditions of Berg Castle are so strict that even if you are a Duke, if you enter here without permission, you will have to live as a slave for Grand Duchess Berg for a week?”

 

“Huh? Well…”

 

Lina, who looked at Seria with shocked eyes, struggled to answer.

 

“But, Seria, I… I told Kalis that I wanted a divorce.”

 

She clasped her hands together shakingly and poured out words. And Seria answered in a flash.

 

“I see.”

 

“Seria…?”

 

 Lina looked perplexed, perhaps because Seria’s response was too calm. Perhaps she thought Seria would be surprised at the news. 

 

“Lina, is that all you have to say?”

 

Lina hastily stopped Seria from calling the servant.

 

 “Seria! According to what the priests have told me, Stern’s divorce is as complicated as marriage, and we can’t divorce right away, but we will! Therefore….I will return what I took from Seria…!

 

‘Return what she took from me? Did I hear her correctly?’

 

Seria was momentarily rendered speechless by Lina’s condescending attitude. She said in a cold voice, 

 

“Lina, I think you misunderstood something, but even if you divorce or die with Kalis, I have no desire for him. So if that’s the end of it, please leave.”

 

“Seria!”

 

She furrowed her brows as Lina’s voice grew louder. The terrace of the banquet was intended for secret meetings. Therefore, it was common sense to talk quietly, but Lina’s voice now was so loud that it defied common sense. The nobles out on the terrace would surely be looking up at them. Her head started to hurt. 

 

“What is it that you wish for, Lina?”

 

“What do you mean, there’s nothing like that! I’m, I’m…”

 

 At the same moment, there was a small rattle of a bell at the door.

 

Lina cried out in a tearful voice.

 

“I’m not even the main character, in fact, I’m like a foreign object caught in between the two of you.”

 

‘Foreign object? Main character?’

 

That was what Seria had indeed to say to Lesche before their first dance. Obviously, Lina heard it. 

 

She stared at Lina in a strange mood. 

 

Lina. The heroine of this world. Seria knew Lina’s character well, having read the original story.

 

 Lina was basically a heroine with good character, but she was not the type to present the so-called angst giver. She defeated the villains who bullied her because of the sub-men in the original story with a distinctive comeback.

 

Seria raised her hand and placed it gently on her cheek. It was still slightly swollen. These were the marks of her desperate efforts to protect the heroine. Even though Seria’s anger was not well controlled, she managed to patiently gather it up and hit her own face instead of Lina’s. 

 

She had never bullied the heroine. She was not a villain yet. 

 

But why would Lina copy exactly what she said at this moment of all times? 

 

She asked the servant to ring the bell if anyone tried to come in. So when the bell rang, she knew. Who would dare to come up to the Grand Duchess’s terrace…? Obviously, the only people she could think of were Lina and Kalis. The others who were focusing all their attention on this place would think the same thing.

 

Lina was already on the terrace, and since the bell rang again just now, one could deduce without difficulty that Kalis must have arrived at the door. 

 

From which part, until what point of the conversation did Kalis hear? 

 

***

 

Chapter 2 - Part 1 - Can I be rude to the villain?

 

 


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Seria raised her glass, glaring at him as if giving him a warning.

 

‘If you get too close, you will die.’

 

Until a few days ago, he was still her fiance. It seemed like Kalis understood exactly the message of Seria’s glare.

 

She didn’t want to make eye contact with him any longer, so she quickly turned her head away and took a step. She was the one who had been looking out for Kalis’s mood, but she didn’t expect that position to be turned upside down at once. It was ironic.

 

She shifted her gaze toward the giant clock on the wall, thinking if she stayed here, she would have an eye-staring fight with Kalis for a long time, and she wanted to be alone. Besides, not dancing with Kalis was an unfamiliar experience in its own way. Up until a few days ago, she thought she was going to be the Marchioness of Haneton. Though she once said she didn’t know what life would bring and thought that if she had married Kalis and spent each day with him, she would probably have lived the rest of her life happily. 

 

‘There are some futures in this world that are predictable, aren’t there?’

 

But right now, she just felt betrayed. He was serious about her, but he was also serious about the heroine. If she didn’t fix his arm in the first place, would they have hated each other just like in the original story?

 

Perhaps, it would have been better. They probably wouldn’t end up like this. No matter how much she struggled to avoid the original story, it was useless. She believed Kalis loved her, but he couldn’t shake off Lina as the fated original. The idea that everything else might play out the way it was supposed to slowly grew in her mind. She really didn’t want to think like this. But to live, to survive, the fear that she had deliberately turned her back to, that she had kept hidden, left its mark like mud. She shook her head lightly, shaking off the lingering emotions. 

 

She suddenly remembered the sound of Kalis grabbing her and shouting urgently, “I’m divorcing Lina, please marry me again.”

 

She was so angry at the time that she didn’t have time to think about it properly, but now that she thought about it, other questions filled her mind. 

 

‘What’s the point of getting married like that? If Lina craves for something again, he would go to her, wouldn’t he?’

 

If Kalis was given another chance, would he go to the temple and swear an oath that he would give all his lands and title to her?

 

She should have been angrier with Kalis.

 

‘Really. I should have said something like this back then.’

 

Why did it never occur to her when they were fighting, but it did later? Why didn’t she go over there and punch Kalis in the face and scream like this? That would turn Berg Castle upside down, and in a few days, words would spread through the social circles of the entire empire. Her sinking mood improved a little as she giggled at the thought of the improbable. As she finished her glass of champagne, she called out to a passing servant. 

 

“Hey, you there.”

 

“Shall I get you another glass of champagne, My Lady?”

 

“No, it’s okay. Thank you.”

 

She handed him the empty glass and walked toward the stairs. Sitting there for a long time was not a good choice, so she left the table for a while. Of course, leaving the grand banquet hall was a stupid idea. It would look like she was running away because she couldn’t bear the pressure of rumors.

 

And she decided that the best place to escape to was the “Grand Duchess’ Terrace,” which had a great reputation in Berg Castle. Just as the resting room for the royal family at the imperial banquet, this terrace was said to be available only to the Grand Duchess of Berg* (Lesche’s mother) and her invited guests for generations. 

 

It had more symbolic significance than the other terraces, as it had to be climbed up a flight of stairs, and rumors said that the moonlight fell on it beautifully. Since Lesche was unmarried, the Grand Duchess’ terrace also had no master. It had been closed for a long time, but now Linon insisted that it should be kept open as was customary. Seria refused to be a burden, but Linon worked hard all day for Lesche, and he convinced her that he would not regret seeing the extent of it. 

 

The truth was, Seria was completely fooled by his words. She had no words to describe how hard she worked to decorate this place and prepare the banquet. And she just barely made it in time for decorating the High Priest’s pavilion to come the next day.

 

Actually, Seria wanted to visit this unknown place where even the royal family of the Glick Empire could not even ask first. 

 

‘When am I ever gonna get this chance again?’

 

As she approached, the well-dressed servant deftly drew back the thick green curtain.

 

 

The vest he wore had a large blue embroidered Berg’s pattern on it, meaning that he had temporary permission to enter the terrace for certain reasons. 

 

“Why don’t you put on your cloak and go out? It’s very cold outside.” The servant spoke.

 

She looked at the bottom of the stairs before stepping out onto the terrace. Several nobles were looking at her, but they turned away hurriedly.

 

Lesche, who was much taller, was surrounded by other nobles, but Seria could see his face. His silver hair shimmered with the reflection of the light. Lesche Berg was an eye-catching man. For such a great guy, he stood there looking annoyed. It seemed like he was trying hard to manage his facial expression. How unexpected, the life of a powerful man.

 

Seria smiled at the sight, but of all people, her gaze met Lesche’s. She immediately erased her smile and lowered her head lightly. She could feel the gazes of the nobles gathered towards her, as Lesche responded to her gaze.

 

She turned away and whispered to the servant who was still walking through the curtains. 

 

“Can you do me a favor?”

 

The servant’s eyes seemed to widen and he immediately nodded. Seria then stepped out onto the unknown terrace wearing a light cloak that the servant brought her. The terrace was overwhelmingly beautiful. The fantastic moonlight seemed to collect and illuminate like mirrors. The railings made of white marble looked like a work of art. A single lofty chair was placed a little off the center of the terrace, and a wool carpet on the floor. She could see why Linon was so confident about it. The rumors were not exaggerated at all.

 

She took her time admiring the terrace. The Grand Duchess’ terrace was about half a floor higher than the tallest terrace in the Grand Banquet Hall. As she looked around, she saw quite a few couples enjoying secret meetings out on the terrace.

 

 ‘It really is a special place. I can see firsthand all the rumors.’

 

Somehow she got the feeling that this terrace was not just for relaxation, but was also used for social and political purposes. She leaned back against the sturdy railing and looked up at the sky. The full moon was exceptionally large and it was shining. The sky was studded with more stars than she could count. It was an ecstatic scene, but as the servant had said, it was terribly cold, she shivered a little.

 

However, the cold air cleared her head and she closed her eyes, enjoying the refreshing feel. How long did she do that? Suddenly, the sound of a door opening with a small bell ringing reached her ears. She opened her eyes and turned around, there stood a person she half expected. 

 

“How did you get in here?”

 

“Seria…”

 

“Didn’t the servant stop you from coming in without my permission?”

 

“I know, but I politely asked in the name of the Saint.”

 

“What’s the use of asking? I did not give you permission. Do you know that the traditions of Berg Castle are so strict that even if you are a Duke, if you enter here without permission, you will have to live as a slave for Grand Duchess Berg for a week?”

 

“Huh? Well…”

 

Lina, who looked at Seria with shocked eyes, struggled to answer.

 

“But, Seria, I… I told Kalis that I wanted a divorce.”

 

She clasped her hands together shakingly and poured out words. And Seria answered in a flash.

 

“I see.”

 

“Seria…?”

 

 Lina looked perplexed, perhaps because Seria’s response was too calm. Perhaps she thought Seria would be surprised at the news. 

 

“Lina, is that all you have to say?”

 

Lina hastily stopped Seria from calling the servant.

 

 “Seria! According to what the priests have told me, Stern’s divorce is as complicated as marriage, and we can’t divorce right away, but we will! Therefore….I will return what I took from Seria…!

 

‘Return what she took from me? Did I hear her correctly?’

 

Seria was momentarily rendered speechless by Lina’s condescending attitude. She said in a cold voice, 

 

“Lina, I think you misunderstood something, but even if you divorce or die with Kalis, I have no desire for him. So if that’s the end of it, please leave.”

 

“Seria!”

 

She furrowed her brows as Lina’s voice grew louder. The terrace of the banquet was intended for secret meetings. Therefore, it was common sense to talk quietly, but Lina’s voice now was so loud that it defied common sense. The nobles out on the terrace would surely be looking up at them. Her head started to hurt. 

 

“What is it that you wish for, Lina?”

 

“What do you mean, there’s nothing like that! I’m, I’m…”

 

 At the same moment, there was a small rattle of a bell at the door.

 

Lina cried out in a tearful voice.

 

“I’m not even the main character, in fact, I’m like a foreign object caught in between the two of you.”

 

‘Foreign object? Main character?’

 

That was what Seria had indeed to say to Lesche before their first dance. Obviously, Lina heard it. 

 

She stared at Lina in a strange mood. 

 

Lina. The heroine of this world. Seria knew Lina’s character well, having read the original story.

 

 Lina was basically a heroine with good character, but she was not the type to present the so-called angst giver. She defeated the villains who bullied her because of the sub-men in the original story with a distinctive comeback.

 

Seria raised her hand and placed it gently on her cheek. It was still slightly swollen. These were the marks of her desperate efforts to protect the heroine. Even though Seria’s anger was not well controlled, she managed to patiently gather it up and hit her own face instead of Lina’s. 

 

She had never bullied the heroine. She was not a villain yet. 

 

But why would Lina copy exactly what she said at this moment of all times? 

 

She asked the servant to ring the bell if anyone tried to come in. So when the bell rang, she knew. Who would dare to come up to the Grand Duchess’s terrace…? Obviously, the only people she could think of were Lina and Kalis. The others who were focusing all their attention on this place would think the same thing.

 

Lina was already on the terrace, and since the bell rang again just now, one could deduce without difficulty that Kalis must have arrived at the door. 

 

From which part, until what point of the conversation did Kalis hear? 

 

***

 

Chapter 2 - Part 2 - Can I be rude to the villain

 

 


https://www.patreon.com/TOTV

 

 

Seria raised her glass, glaring at him as if giving him a warning.

 

‘If you get too close, you will die.’

 

Until a few days ago, he was still her fiance. It seemed like Kalis understood exactly the message of Seria’s glare.

 

She didn’t want to make eye contact with him any longer, so she quickly turned her head away and took a step. She was the one who had been looking out for Kalis’s mood, but she didn’t expect that position to be turned upside down at once. It was ironic.

 

She shifted her gaze toward the giant clock on the wall, thinking if she stayed here, she would have an eye-staring fight with Kalis for a long time, and she wanted to be alone. Besides, not dancing with Kalis was an unfamiliar experience in its own way. Up until a few days ago, she thought she was going to be the Marchioness of Haneton. Though she once said she didn’t know what life would bring and thought that if she had married Kalis and spent each day with him, she would probably have lived the rest of her life happily. 

 

‘There are some futures in this world that are predictable, aren’t there?’

 

But right now, she just felt betrayed. He was serious about her, but he was also serious about the heroine. If she didn’t fix his arm in the first place, would they have hated each other just like in the original story?

 

Perhaps, it would have been better. They probably wouldn’t end up like this. No matter how much she struggled to avoid the original story, it was useless. She believed Kalis loved her, but he couldn’t shake off Lina as the fated original. The idea that everything else might play out the way it was supposed to slowly grew in her mind. She really didn’t want to think like this. But to live, to survive, the fear that she had deliberately turned her back to, that she had kept hidden, left its mark like mud. She shook her head lightly, shaking off the lingering emotions. 

 

She suddenly remembered the sound of Kalis grabbing her and shouting urgently, “I’m divorcing Lina, please marry me again.”

 

She was so angry at the time that she didn’t have time to think about it properly, but now that she thought about it, other questions filled her mind. 

 

‘What’s the point of getting married like that? If Lina craves for something again, he would go to her, wouldn’t he?’

 

If Kalis was given another chance, would he go to the temple and swear an oath that he would give all his lands and title to her?

 

She should have been angrier with Kalis.

 

‘Really. I should have said something like this back then.’

 

Why did it never occur to her when they were fighting, but it did later? Why didn’t she go over there and punch Kalis in the face and scream like this? That would turn Berg Castle upside down, and in a few days, words would spread through the social circles of the entire empire. Her sinking mood improved a little as she giggled at the thought of the improbable. As she finished her glass of champagne, she called out to a passing servant. 

 

“Hey, you there.”

 

“Shall I get you another glass of champagne, My Lady?”

 

“No, it’s okay. Thank you.”

 

She handed him the empty glass and walked toward the stairs. Sitting there for a long time was not a good choice, so she left the table for a while. Of course, leaving the grand banquet hall was a stupid idea. It would look like she was running away because she couldn’t bear the pressure of rumors.

 

And she decided that the best place to escape to was the “Grand Duchess’ Terrace,” which had a great reputation in Berg Castle. Just as the resting room for the royal family at the imperial banquet, this terrace was said to be available only to the Grand Duchess of Berg* (Lesche’s mother) and her invited guests for generations. 

 

It had more symbolic significance than the other terraces, as it had to be climbed up a flight of stairs, and rumors said that the moonlight fell on it beautifully. Since Lesche was unmarried, the Grand Duchess’ terrace also had no master. It had been closed for a long time, but now Linon insisted that it should be kept open as was customary. Seria refused to be a burden, but Linon worked hard all day for Lesche, and he convinced her that he would not regret seeing the extent of it. 

 

The truth was, Seria was completely fooled by his words. She had no words to describe how hard she worked to decorate this place and prepare the banquet. And she just barely made it in time for decorating the High Priest’s pavilion to come the next day.

 

Actually, Seria wanted to visit this unknown place where even the royal family of the Glick Empire could not even ask first. 

 

‘When am I ever gonna get this chance again?’

 

As she approached, the well-dressed servant deftly drew back the thick green curtain.

 

 

The vest he wore had a large blue embroidered Berg’s pattern on it, meaning that he had temporary permission to enter the terrace for certain reasons. 

 

“Why don’t you put on your cloak and go out? It’s very cold outside.” The servant spoke.

 

She looked at the bottom of the stairs before stepping out onto the terrace. Several nobles were looking at her, but they turned away hurriedly.

 

Lesche, who was much taller, was surrounded by other nobles, but Seria could see his face. His silver hair shimmered with the reflection of the light. Lesche Berg was an eye-catching man. For such a great guy, he stood there looking annoyed. It seemed like he was trying hard to manage his facial expression. How unexpected, the life of a powerful man.

 

Seria smiled at the sight, but of all people, her gaze met Lesche’s. She immediately erased her smile and lowered her head lightly. She could feel the gazes of the nobles gathered towards her, as Lesche responded to her gaze.

 

She turned away and whispered to the servant who was still walking through the curtains. 

 

“Can you do me a favor?”

 

The servant’s eyes seemed to widen and he immediately nodded. Seria then stepped out onto the unknown terrace wearing a light cloak that the servant brought her. The terrace was overwhelmingly beautiful. The fantastic moonlight seemed to collect and illuminate like mirrors. The railings made of white marble looked like a work of art. A single lofty chair was placed a little off the center of the terrace, and a wool carpet on the floor. She could see why Linon was so confident about it. The rumors were not exaggerated at all.

 

She took her time admiring the terrace. The Grand Duchess’ terrace was about half a floor higher than the tallest terrace in the Grand Banquet Hall. As she looked around, she saw quite a few couples enjoying secret meetings out on the terrace.

 

 ‘It really is a special place. I can see firsthand all the rumors.’

 

Somehow she got the feeling that this terrace was not just for relaxation, but was also used for social and political purposes. She leaned back against the sturdy railing and looked up at the sky. The full moon was exceptionally large and it was shining. The sky was studded with more stars than she could count. It was an ecstatic scene, but as the servant had said, it was terribly cold, she shivered a little.

 

However, the cold air cleared her head and she closed her eyes, enjoying the refreshing feel. How long did she do that? Suddenly, the sound of a door opening with a small bell ringing reached her ears. She opened her eyes and turned around, there stood a person she half expected. 

 

“How did you get in here?”

 

“Seria…”

 

“Didn’t the servant stop you from coming in without my permission?”

 

“I know, but I politely asked in the name of the Saint.”

 

“What’s the use of asking? I did not give you permission. Do you know that the traditions of Berg Castle are so strict that even if you are a Duke, if you enter here without permission, you will have to live as a slave for Grand Duchess Berg for a week?”

 

“Huh? Well…”

 

Lina, who looked at Seria with shocked eyes, struggled to answer.

 

“But, Seria, I… I told Kalis that I wanted a divorce.”

 

She clasped her hands together shakingly and poured out words. And Seria answered in a flash.

 

“I see.”

 

“Seria…?”

 

 Lina looked perplexed, perhaps because Seria’s response was too calm. Perhaps she thought Seria would be surprised at the news. 

 

“Lina, is that all you have to say?”

 

Lina hastily stopped Seria from calling the servant.

 

 “Seria! According to what the priests have told me, Stern’s divorce is as complicated as marriage, and we can’t divorce right away, but we will! Therefore….I will return what I took from Seria…!

 

‘Return what she took from me? Did I hear her correctly?’

 

Seria was momentarily rendered speechless by Lina’s condescending attitude. She said in a cold voice, 

 

“Lina, I think you misunderstood something, but even if you divorce or die with Kalis, I have no desire for him. So if that’s the end of it, please leave.”

 

“Seria!”

 

She furrowed her brows as Lina’s voice grew louder. The terrace of the banquet was intended for secret meetings. Therefore, it was common sense to talk quietly, but Lina’s voice now was so loud that it defied common sense. The nobles out on the terrace would surely be looking up at them. Her head started to hurt. 

 

“What is it that you wish for, Lina?”

 

“What do you mean, there’s nothing like that! I’m, I’m…”

 

 At the same moment, there was a small rattle of a bell at the door.

 

Lina cried out in a tearful voice.

 

“I’m not even the main character, in fact, I’m like a foreign object caught in between the two of you.”

 

‘Foreign object? Main character?’

 

That was what Seria had indeed to say to Lesche before their first dance. Obviously, Lina heard it. 

 

She stared at Lina in a strange mood. 

 

Lina. The heroine of this world. Seria knew Lina’s character well, having read the original story.

 

 Lina was basically a heroine with good character, but she was not the type to present the so-called angst giver. She defeated the villains who bullied her because of the sub-men in the original story with a distinctive comeback.

 

Seria raised her hand and placed it gently on her cheek. It was still slightly swollen. These were the marks of her desperate efforts to protect the heroine. Even though Seria’s anger was not well controlled, she managed to patiently gather it up and hit her own face instead of Lina’s. 

 

She had never bullied the heroine. She was not a villain yet. 

 

But why would Lina copy exactly what she said at this moment of all times? 

 

She asked the servant to ring the bell if anyone tried to come in. So when the bell rang, she knew. Who would dare to come up to the Grand Duchess’s terrace…? Obviously, the only people she could think of were Lina and Kalis. The others who were focusing all their attention on this place would think the same thing.

 

Lina was already on the terrace, and since the bell rang again just now, one could deduce without difficulty that Kalis must have arrived at the door. 

 

From which part, until what point of the conversation did Kalis hear? 

 

***

 

Chapter 3 Part 1

 

 


https://www.patreon.com/TOTV

 

 

Seria raised her glass, glaring at him as if giving him a warning.

 

‘If you get too close, you will die.’

 

Until a few days ago, he was still her fiance. It seemed like Kalis understood exactly the message of Seria’s glare.

 

She didn’t want to make eye contact with him any longer, so she quickly turned her head away and took a step. She was the one who had been looking out for Kalis’s mood, but she didn’t expect that position to be turned upside down at once. It was ironic.

 

She shifted her gaze toward the giant clock on the wall, thinking if she stayed here, she would have an eye-staring fight with Kalis for a long time, and she wanted to be alone. Besides, not dancing with Kalis was an unfamiliar experience in its own way. Up until a few days ago, she thought she was going to be the Marchioness of Haneton. Though she once said she didn’t know what life would bring and thought that if she had married Kalis and spent each day with him, she would probably have lived the rest of her life happily. 

 

‘There are some futures in this world that are predictable, aren’t there?’

 

But right now, she just felt betrayed. He was serious about her, but he was also serious about the heroine. If she didn’t fix his arm in the first place, would they have hated each other just like in the original story?

 

Perhaps, it would have been better. They probably wouldn’t end up like this. No matter how much she struggled to avoid the original story, it was useless. She believed Kalis loved her, but he couldn’t shake off Lina as the fated original. The idea that everything else might play out the way it was supposed to slowly grew in her mind. She really didn’t want to think like this. But to live, to survive, the fear that she had deliberately turned her back to, that she had kept hidden, left its mark like mud. She shook her head lightly, shaking off the lingering emotions. 

 

She suddenly remembered the sound of Kalis grabbing her and shouting urgently, “I’m divorcing Lina, please marry me again.”

 

She was so angry at the time that she didn’t have time to think about it properly, but now that she thought about it, other questions filled her mind. 

 

‘What’s the point of getting married like that? If Lina craves for something again, he would go to her, wouldn’t he?’

 

If Kalis was given another chance, would he go to the temple and swear an oath that he would give all his lands and title to her?

 

She should have been angrier with Kalis.

 

‘Really. I should have said something like this back then.’

 

Why did it never occur to her when they were fighting, but it did later? Why didn’t she go over there and punch Kalis in the face and scream like this? That would turn Berg Castle upside down, and in a few days, words would spread through the social circles of the entire empire. Her sinking mood improved a little as she giggled at the thought of the improbable. As she finished her glass of champagne, she called out to a passing servant. 

 

“Hey, you there.”

 

“Shall I get you another glass of champagne, My Lady?”

 

“No, it’s okay. Thank you.”

 

She handed him the empty glass and walked toward the stairs. Sitting there for a long time was not a good choice, so she left the table for a while. Of course, leaving the grand banquet hall was a stupid idea. It would look like she was running away because she couldn’t bear the pressure of rumors.

 

And she decided that the best place to escape to was the “Grand Duchess’ Terrace,” which had a great reputation in Berg Castle. Just as the resting room for the royal family at the imperial banquet, this terrace was said to be available only to the Grand Duchess of Berg* (Lesche’s mother) and her invited guests for generations. 

 

It had more symbolic significance than the other terraces, as it had to be climbed up a flight of stairs, and rumors said that the moonlight fell on it beautifully. Since Lesche was unmarried, the Grand Duchess’ terrace also had no master. It had been closed for a long time, but now Linon insisted that it should be kept open as was customary. Seria refused to be a burden, but Linon worked hard all day for Lesche, and he convinced her that he would not regret seeing the extent of it. 

 

The truth was, Seria was completely fooled by his words. She had no words to describe how hard she worked to decorate this place and prepare the banquet. And she just barely made it in time for decorating the High Priest’s pavilion to come the next day.

 

Actually, Seria wanted to visit this unknown place where even the royal family of the Glick Empire could not even ask first. 

 

‘When am I ever gonna get this chance again?’

 

As she approached, the well-dressed servant deftly drew back the thick green curtain.

 

 

The vest he wore had a large blue embroidered Berg’s pattern on it, meaning that he had temporary permission to enter the terrace for certain reasons. 

 

“Why don’t you put on your cloak and go out? It’s very cold outside.” The servant spoke.

 

She looked at the bottom of the stairs before stepping out onto the terrace. Several nobles were looking at her, but they turned away hurriedly.

 

Lesche, who was much taller, was surrounded by other nobles, but Seria could see his face. His silver hair shimmered with the reflection of the light. Lesche Berg was an eye-catching man. For such a great guy, he stood there looking annoyed. It seemed like he was trying hard to manage his facial expression. How unexpected, the life of a powerful man.

 

Seria smiled at the sight, but of all people, her gaze met Lesche’s. She immediately erased her smile and lowered her head lightly. She could feel the gazes of the nobles gathered towards her, as Lesche responded to her gaze.

 

She turned away and whispered to the servant who was still walking through the curtains. 

 

“Can you do me a favor?”

 

The servant’s eyes seemed to widen and he immediately nodded. Seria then stepped out onto the unknown terrace wearing a light cloak that the servant brought her. The terrace was overwhelmingly beautiful. The fantastic moonlight seemed to collect and illuminate like mirrors. The railings made of white marble looked like a work of art. A single lofty chair was placed a little off the center of the terrace, and a wool carpet on the floor. She could see why Linon was so confident about it. The rumors were not exaggerated at all.

 

She took her time admiring the terrace. The Grand Duchess’ terrace was about half a floor higher than the tallest terrace in the Grand Banquet Hall. As she looked around, she saw quite a few couples enjoying secret meetings out on the terrace.

 

 ‘It really is a special place. I can see firsthand all the rumors.’

 

Somehow she got the feeling that this terrace was not just for relaxation, but was also used for social and political purposes. She leaned back against the sturdy railing and looked up at the sky. The full moon was exceptionally large and it was shining. The sky was studded with more stars than she could count. It was an ecstatic scene, but as the servant had said, it was terribly cold, she shivered a little.

 

However, the cold air cleared her head and she closed her eyes, enjoying the refreshing feel. How long did she do that? Suddenly, the sound of a door opening with a small bell ringing reached her ears. She opened her eyes and turned around, there stood a person she half expected. 

 

“How did you get in here?”

 

“Seria…”

 

“Didn’t the servant stop you from coming in without my permission?”

 

“I know, but I politely asked in the name of the Saint.”

 

“What’s the use of asking? I did not give you permission. Do you know that the traditions of Berg Castle are so strict that even if you are a Duke, if you enter here without permission, you will have to live as a slave for Grand Duchess Berg for a week?”

 

“Huh? Well…”

 

Lina, who looked at Seria with shocked eyes, struggled to answer.

 

“But, Seria, I… I told Kalis that I wanted a divorce.”

 

She clasped her hands together shakingly and poured out words. And Seria answered in a flash.

 

“I see.”

 

“Seria…?”

 

 Lina looked perplexed, perhaps because Seria’s response was too calm. Perhaps she thought Seria would be surprised at the news. 

 

“Lina, is that all you have to say?”

 

Lina hastily stopped Seria from calling the servant.

 

 “Seria! According to what the priests have told me, Stern’s divorce is as complicated as marriage, and we can’t divorce right away, but we will! Therefore….I will return what I took from Seria…!

 

‘Return what she took from me? Did I hear her correctly?’

 

Seria was momentarily rendered speechless by Lina’s condescending attitude. She said in a cold voice, 

 

“Lina, I think you misunderstood something, but even if you divorce or die with Kalis, I have no desire for him. So if that’s the end of it, please leave.”

 

“Seria!”

 

She furrowed her brows as Lina’s voice grew louder. The terrace of the banquet was intended for secret meetings. Therefore, it was common sense to talk quietly, but Lina’s voice now was so loud that it defied common sense. The nobles out on the terrace would surely be looking up at them. Her head started to hurt. 

 

“What is it that you wish for, Lina?”

 

“What do you mean, there’s nothing like that! I’m, I’m…”

 

 At the same moment, there was a small rattle of a bell at the door.

 

Lina cried out in a tearful voice.

 

“I’m not even the main character, in fact, I’m like a foreign object caught in between the two of you.”

 

‘Foreign object? Main character?’

 

That was what Seria had indeed to say to Lesche before their first dance. Obviously, Lina heard it. 

 

She stared at Lina in a strange mood. 

 

Lina. The heroine of this world. Seria knew Lina’s character well, having read the original story.

 

 Lina was basically a heroine with good character, but she was not the type to present the so-called angst giver. She defeated the villains who bullied her because of the sub-men in the original story with a distinctive comeback.

 

Seria raised her hand and placed it gently on her cheek. It was still slightly swollen. These were the marks of her desperate efforts to protect the heroine. Even though Seria’s anger was not well controlled, she managed to patiently gather it up and hit her own face instead of Lina’s. 

 

She had never bullied the heroine. She was not a villain yet. 

 

But why would Lina copy exactly what she said at this moment of all times? 

 

She asked the servant to ring the bell if anyone tried to come in. So when the bell rang, she knew. Who would dare to come up to the Grand Duchess’s terrace…? Obviously, the only people she could think of were Lina and Kalis. The others who were focusing all their attention on this place would think the same thing.

 

Lina was already on the terrace, and since the bell rang again just now, one could deduce without difficulty that Kalis must have arrived at the door. 

 

From which part, until what point of the conversation did Kalis hear? 

 

***

 

Chapter 3 Part 2

 

 


https://www.patreon.com/TOTV

 

 

Seria raised her glass, glaring at him as if giving him a warning.

 

‘If you get too close, you will die.’

 

Until a few days ago, he was still her fiance. It seemed like Kalis understood exactly the message of Seria’s glare.

 

She didn’t want to make eye contact with him any longer, so she quickly turned her head away and took a step. She was the one who had been looking out for Kalis’s mood, but she didn’t expect that position to be turned upside down at once. It was ironic.

 

She shifted her gaze toward the giant clock on the wall, thinking if she stayed here, she would have an eye-staring fight with Kalis for a long time, and she wanted to be alone. Besides, not dancing with Kalis was an unfamiliar experience in its own way. Up until a few days ago, she thought she was going to be the Marchioness of Haneton. Though she once said she didn’t know what life would bring and thought that if she had married Kalis and spent each day with him, she would probably have lived the rest of her life happily. 

 

‘There are some futures in this world that are predictable, aren’t there?’

 

But right now, she just felt betrayed. He was serious about her, but he was also serious about the heroine. If she didn’t fix his arm in the first place, would they have hated each other just like in the original story?

 

Perhaps, it would have been better. They probably wouldn’t end up like this. No matter how much she struggled to avoid the original story, it was useless. She believed Kalis loved her, but he couldn’t shake off Lina as the fated original. The idea that everything else might play out the way it was supposed to slowly grew in her mind. She really didn’t want to think like this. But to live, to survive, the fear that she had deliberately turned her back to, that she had kept hidden, left its mark like mud. She shook her head lightly, shaking off the lingering emotions. 

 

She suddenly remembered the sound of Kalis grabbing her and shouting urgently, “I’m divorcing Lina, please marry me again.”

 

She was so angry at the time that she didn’t have time to think about it properly, but now that she thought about it, other questions filled her mind. 

 

‘What’s the point of getting married like that? If Lina craves for something again, he would go to her, wouldn’t he?’

 

If Kalis was given another chance, would he go to the temple and swear an oath that he would give all his lands and title to her?

 

She should have been angrier with Kalis.

 

‘Really. I should have said something like this back then.’

 

Why did it never occur to her when they were fighting, but it did later? Why didn’t she go over there and punch Kalis in the face and scream like this? That would turn Berg Castle upside down, and in a few days, words would spread through the social circles of the entire empire. Her sinking mood improved a little as she giggled at the thought of the improbable. As she finished her glass of champagne, she called out to a passing servant. 

 

“Hey, you there.”

 

“Shall I get you another glass of champagne, My Lady?”

 

“No, it’s okay. Thank you.”

 

She handed him the empty glass and walked toward the stairs. Sitting there for a long time was not a good choice, so she left the table for a while. Of course, leaving the grand banquet hall was a stupid idea. It would look like she was running away because she couldn’t bear the pressure of rumors.

 

And she decided that the best place to escape to was the “Grand Duchess’ Terrace,” which had a great reputation in Berg Castle. Just as the resting room for the royal family at the imperial banquet, this terrace was said to be available only to the Grand Duchess of Berg* (Lesche’s mother) and her invited guests for generations. 

 

It had more symbolic significance than the other terraces, as it had to be climbed up a flight of stairs, and rumors said that the moonlight fell on it beautifully. Since Lesche was unmarried, the Grand Duchess’ terrace also had no master. It had been closed for a long time, but now Linon insisted that it should be kept open as was customary. Seria refused to be a burden, but Linon worked hard all day for Lesche, and he convinced her that he would not regret seeing the extent of it. 

 

The truth was, Seria was completely fooled by his words. She had no words to describe how hard she worked to decorate this place and prepare the banquet. And she just barely made it in time for decorating the High Priest’s pavilion to come the next day.

 

Actually, Seria wanted to visit this unknown place where even the royal family of the Glick Empire could not even ask first. 

 

‘When am I ever gonna get this chance again?’

 

As she approached, the well-dressed servant deftly drew back the thick green curtain.

 

 

The vest he wore had a large blue embroidered Berg’s pattern on it, meaning that he had temporary permission to enter the terrace for certain reasons. 

 

“Why don’t you put on your cloak and go out? It’s very cold outside.” The servant spoke.

 

She looked at the bottom of the stairs before stepping out onto the terrace. Several nobles were looking at her, but they turned away hurriedly.

 

Lesche, who was much taller, was surrounded by other nobles, but Seria could see his face. His silver hair shimmered with the reflection of the light. Lesche Berg was an eye-catching man. For such a great guy, he stood there looking annoyed. It seemed like he was trying hard to manage his facial expression. How unexpected, the life of a powerful man.

 

Seria smiled at the sight, but of all people, her gaze met Lesche’s. She immediately erased her smile and lowered her head lightly. She could feel the gazes of the nobles gathered towards her, as Lesche responded to her gaze.

 

She turned away and whispered to the servant who was still walking through the curtains. 

 

“Can you do me a favor?”

 

The servant’s eyes seemed to widen and he immediately nodded. Seria then stepped out onto the unknown terrace wearing a light cloak that the servant brought her. The terrace was overwhelmingly beautiful. The fantastic moonlight seemed to collect and illuminate like mirrors. The railings made of white marble looked like a work of art. A single lofty chair was placed a little off the center of the terrace, and a wool carpet on the floor. She could see why Linon was so confident about it. The rumors were not exaggerated at all.

 

She took her time admiring the terrace. The Grand Duchess’ terrace was about half a floor higher than the tallest terrace in the Grand Banquet Hall. As she looked around, she saw quite a few couples enjoying secret meetings out on the terrace.

 

 ‘It really is a special place. I can see firsthand all the rumors.’

 

Somehow she got the feeling that this terrace was not just for relaxation, but was also used for social and political purposes. She leaned back against the sturdy railing and looked up at the sky. The full moon was exceptionally large and it was shining. The sky was studded with more stars than she could count. It was an ecstatic scene, but as the servant had said, it was terribly cold, she shivered a little.

 

However, the cold air cleared her head and she closed her eyes, enjoying the refreshing feel. How long did she do that? Suddenly, the sound of a door opening with a small bell ringing reached her ears. She opened her eyes and turned around, there stood a person she half expected. 

 

“How did you get in here?”

 

“Seria…”

 

“Didn’t the servant stop you from coming in without my permission?”

 

“I know, but I politely asked in the name of the Saint.”

 

“What’s the use of asking? I did not give you permission. Do you know that the traditions of Berg Castle are so strict that even if you are a Duke, if you enter here without permission, you will have to live as a slave for Grand Duchess Berg for a week?”

 

“Huh? Well…”

 

Lina, who looked at Seria with shocked eyes, struggled to answer.

 

“But, Seria, I… I told Kalis that I wanted a divorce.”

 

She clasped her hands together shakingly and poured out words. And Seria answered in a flash.

 

“I see.”

 

“Seria…?”

 

 Lina looked perplexed, perhaps because Seria’s response was too calm. Perhaps she thought Seria would be surprised at the news. 

 

“Lina, is that all you have to say?”

 

Lina hastily stopped Seria from calling the servant.

 

 “Seria! According to what the priests have told me, Stern’s divorce is as complicated as marriage, and we can’t divorce right away, but we will! Therefore….I will return what I took from Seria…!

 

‘Return what she took from me? Did I hear her correctly?’

 

Seria was momentarily rendered speechless by Lina’s condescending attitude. She said in a cold voice, 

 

“Lina, I think you misunderstood something, but even if you divorce or die with Kalis, I have no desire for him. So if that’s the end of it, please leave.”

 

“Seria!”

 

She furrowed her brows as Lina’s voice grew louder. The terrace of the banquet was intended for secret meetings. Therefore, it was common sense to talk quietly, but Lina’s voice now was so loud that it defied common sense. The nobles out on the terrace would surely be looking up at them. Her head started to hurt. 

 

“What is it that you wish for, Lina?”

 

“What do you mean, there’s nothing like that! I’m, I’m…”

 

 At the same moment, there was a small rattle of a bell at the door.

 

Lina cried out in a tearful voice.

 

“I’m not even the main character, in fact, I’m like a foreign object caught in between the two of you.”

 

‘Foreign object? Main character?’

 

That was what Seria had indeed to say to Lesche before their first dance. Obviously, Lina heard it. 

 

She stared at Lina in a strange mood. 

 

Lina. The heroine of this world. Seria knew Lina’s character well, having read the original story.

 

 Lina was basically a heroine with good character, but she was not the type to present the so-called angst giver. She defeated the villains who bullied her because of the sub-men in the original story with a distinctive comeback.

 

Seria raised her hand and placed it gently on her cheek. It was still slightly swollen. These were the marks of her desperate efforts to protect the heroine. Even though Seria’s anger was not well controlled, she managed to patiently gather it up and hit her own face instead of Lina’s. 

 

She had never bullied the heroine. She was not a villain yet. 

 

But why would Lina copy exactly what she said at this moment of all times? 

 

She asked the servant to ring the bell if anyone tried to come in. So when the bell rang, she knew. Who would dare to come up to the Grand Duchess’s terrace…? Obviously, the only people she could think of were Lina and Kalis. The others who were focusing all their attention on this place would think the same thing.

 

Lina was already on the terrace, and since the bell rang again just now, one could deduce without difficulty that Kalis must have arrived at the door. 

 

From which part, until what point of the conversation did Kalis hear? 

 

***

 

Chapter 4 Part 1

 

 


https://www.patreon.com/TOTV

 

 

Seria raised her glass, glaring at him as if giving him a warning.

 

‘If you get too close, you will die.’

 

Until a few days ago, he was still her fiance. It seemed like Kalis understood exactly the message of Seria’s glare.

 

She didn’t want to make eye contact with him any longer, so she quickly turned her head away and took a step. She was the one who had been looking out for Kalis’s mood, but she didn’t expect that position to be turned upside down at once. It was ironic.

 

She shifted her gaze toward the giant clock on the wall, thinking if she stayed here, she would have an eye-staring fight with Kalis for a long time, and she wanted to be alone. Besides, not dancing with Kalis was an unfamiliar experience in its own way. Up until a few days ago, she thought she was going to be the Marchioness of Haneton. Though she once said she didn’t know what life would bring and thought that if she had married Kalis and spent each day with him, she would probably have lived the rest of her life happily. 

 

‘There are some futures in this world that are predictable, aren’t there?’

 

But right now, she just felt betrayed. He was serious about her, but he was also serious about the heroine. If she didn’t fix his arm in the first place, would they have hated each other just like in the original story?

 

Perhaps, it would have been better. They probably wouldn’t end up like this. No matter how much she struggled to avoid the original story, it was useless. She believed Kalis loved her, but he couldn’t shake off Lina as the fated original. The idea that everything else might play out the way it was supposed to slowly grew in her mind. She really didn’t want to think like this. But to live, to survive, the fear that she had deliberately turned her back to, that she had kept hidden, left its mark like mud. She shook her head lightly, shaking off the lingering emotions. 

 

She suddenly remembered the sound of Kalis grabbing her and shouting urgently, “I’m divorcing Lina, please marry me again.”

 

She was so angry at the time that she didn’t have time to think about it properly, but now that she thought about it, other questions filled her mind. 

 

‘What’s the point of getting married like that? If Lina craves for something again, he would go to her, wouldn’t he?’

 

If Kalis was given another chance, would he go to the temple and swear an oath that he would give all his lands and title to her?

 

She should have been angrier with Kalis.

 

‘Really. I should have said something like this back then.’

 

Why did it never occur to her when they were fighting, but it did later? Why didn’t she go over there and punch Kalis in the face and scream like this? That would turn Berg Castle upside down, and in a few days, words would spread through the social circles of the entire empire. Her sinking mood improved a little as she giggled at the thought of the improbable. As she finished her glass of champagne, she called out to a passing servant. 

 

“Hey, you there.”

 

“Shall I get you another glass of champagne, My Lady?”

 

“No, it’s okay. Thank you.”

 

She handed him the empty glass and walked toward the stairs. Sitting there for a long time was not a good choice, so she left the table for a while. Of course, leaving the grand banquet hall was a stupid idea. It would look like she was running away because she couldn’t bear the pressure of rumors.

 

And she decided that the best place to escape to was the “Grand Duchess’ Terrace,” which had a great reputation in Berg Castle. Just as the resting room for the royal family at the imperial banquet, this terrace was said to be available only to the Grand Duchess of Berg* (Lesche’s mother) and her invited guests for generations. 

 

It had more symbolic significance than the other terraces, as it had to be climbed up a flight of stairs, and rumors said that the moonlight fell on it beautifully. Since Lesche was unmarried, the Grand Duchess’ terrace also had no master. It had been closed for a long time, but now Linon insisted that it should be kept open as was customary. Seria refused to be a burden, but Linon worked hard all day for Lesche, and he convinced her that he would not regret seeing the extent of it. 

 

The truth was, Seria was completely fooled by his words. She had no words to describe how hard she worked to decorate this place and prepare the banquet. And she just barely made it in time for decorating the High Priest’s pavilion to come the next day.

 

Actually, Seria wanted to visit this unknown place where even the royal family of the Glick Empire could not even ask first. 

 

‘When am I ever gonna get this chance again?’

 

As she approached, the well-dressed servant deftly drew back the thick green curtain.

 

 

The vest he wore had a large blue embroidered Berg’s pattern on it, meaning that he had temporary permission to enter the terrace for certain reasons. 

 

“Why don’t you put on your cloak and go out? It’s very cold outside.” The servant spoke.

 

She looked at the bottom of the stairs before stepping out onto the terrace. Several nobles were looking at her, but they turned away hurriedly.

 

Lesche, who was much taller, was surrounded by other nobles, but Seria could see his face. His silver hair shimmered with the reflection of the light. Lesche Berg was an eye-catching man. For such a great guy, he stood there looking annoyed. It seemed like he was trying hard to manage his facial expression. How unexpected, the life of a powerful man.

 

Seria smiled at the sight, but of all people, her gaze met Lesche’s. She immediately erased her smile and lowered her head lightly. She could feel the gazes of the nobles gathered towards her, as Lesche responded to her gaze.

 

She turned away and whispered to the servant who was still walking through the curtains. 

 

“Can you do me a favor?”

 

The servant’s eyes seemed to widen and he immediately nodded. Seria then stepped out onto the unknown terrace wearing a light cloak that the servant brought her. The terrace was overwhelmingly beautiful. The fantastic moonlight seemed to collect and illuminate like mirrors. The railings made of white marble looked like a work of art. A single lofty chair was placed a little off the center of the terrace, and a wool carpet on the floor. She could see why Linon was so confident about it. The rumors were not exaggerated at all.

 

She took her time admiring the terrace. The Grand Duchess’ terrace was about half a floor higher than the tallest terrace in the Grand Banquet Hall. As she looked around, she saw quite a few couples enjoying secret meetings out on the terrace.

 

 ‘It really is a special place. I can see firsthand all the rumors.’

 

Somehow she got the feeling that this terrace was not just for relaxation, but was also used for social and political purposes. She leaned back against the sturdy railing and looked up at the sky. The full moon was exceptionally large and it was shining. The sky was studded with more stars than she could count. It was an ecstatic scene, but as the servant had said, it was terribly cold, she shivered a little.

 

However, the cold air cleared her head and she closed her eyes, enjoying the refreshing feel. How long did she do that? Suddenly, the sound of a door opening with a small bell ringing reached her ears. She opened her eyes and turned around, there stood a person she half expected. 

 

“How did you get in here?”

 

“Seria…”

 

“Didn’t the servant stop you from coming in without my permission?”

 

“I know, but I politely asked in the name of the Saint.”

 

“What’s the use of asking? I did not give you permission. Do you know that the traditions of Berg Castle are so strict that even if you are a Duke, if you enter here without permission, you will have to live as a slave for Grand Duchess Berg for a week?”

 

“Huh? Well…”

 

Lina, who looked at Seria with shocked eyes, struggled to answer.

 

“But, Seria, I… I told Kalis that I wanted a divorce.”

 

She clasped her hands together shakingly and poured out words. And Seria answered in a flash.

 

“I see.”

 

“Seria…?”

 

 Lina looked perplexed, perhaps because Seria’s response was too calm. Perhaps she thought Seria would be surprised at the news. 

 

“Lina, is that all you have to say?”

 

Lina hastily stopped Seria from calling the servant.

 

 “Seria! According to what the priests have told me, Stern’s divorce is as complicated as marriage, and we can’t divorce right away, but we will! Therefore….I will return what I took from Seria…!

 

‘Return what she took from me? Did I hear her correctly?’

 

Seria was momentarily rendered speechless by Lina’s condescending attitude. She said in a cold voice, 

 

“Lina, I think you misunderstood something, but even if you divorce or die with Kalis, I have no desire for him. So if that’s the end of it, please leave.”

 

“Seria!”

 

She furrowed her brows as Lina’s voice grew louder. The terrace of the banquet was intended for secret meetings. Therefore, it was common sense to talk quietly, but Lina’s voice now was so loud that it defied common sense. The nobles out on the terrace would surely be looking up at them. Her head started to hurt. 

 

“What is it that you wish for, Lina?”

 

“What do you mean, there’s nothing like that! I’m, I’m…”

 

 At the same moment, there was a small rattle of a bell at the door.

 

Lina cried out in a tearful voice.

 

“I’m not even the main character, in fact, I’m like a foreign object caught in between the two of you.”

 

‘Foreign object? Main character?’

 

That was what Seria had indeed to say to Lesche before their first dance. Obviously, Lina heard it. 

 

She stared at Lina in a strange mood. 

 

Lina. The heroine of this world. Seria knew Lina’s character well, having read the original story.

 

 Lina was basically a heroine with good character, but she was not the type to present the so-called angst giver. She defeated the villains who bullied her because of the sub-men in the original story with a distinctive comeback.

 

Seria raised her hand and placed it gently on her cheek. It was still slightly swollen. These were the marks of her desperate efforts to protect the heroine. Even though Seria’s anger was not well controlled, she managed to patiently gather it up and hit her own face instead of Lina’s. 

 

She had never bullied the heroine. She was not a villain yet. 

 

But why would Lina copy exactly what she said at this moment of all times? 

 

She asked the servant to ring the bell if anyone tried to come in. So when the bell rang, she knew. Who would dare to come up to the Grand Duchess’s terrace…? Obviously, the only people she could think of were Lina and Kalis. The others who were focusing all their attention on this place would think the same thing.

 

Lina was already on the terrace, and since the bell rang again just now, one could deduce without difficulty that Kalis must have arrived at the door. 

 

From which part, until what point of the conversation did Kalis hear? 

 

***

 

Chapter 4 Part 2

 

 


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Seria raised her glass, glaring at him as if giving him a warning.

 

‘If you get too close, you will die.’

 

Until a few days ago, he was still her fiance. It seemed like Kalis understood exactly the message of Seria’s glare.

 

She didn’t want to make eye contact with him any longer, so she quickly turned her head away and took a step. She was the one who had been looking out for Kalis’s mood, but she didn’t expect that position to be turned upside down at once. It was ironic.

 

She shifted her gaze toward the giant clock on the wall, thinking if she stayed here, she would have an eye-staring fight with Kalis for a long time, and she wanted to be alone. Besides, not dancing with Kalis was an unfamiliar experience in its own way. Up until a few days ago, she thought she was going to be the Marchioness of Haneton. Though she once said she didn’t know what life would bring and thought that if she had married Kalis and spent each day with him, she would probably have lived the rest of her life happily. 

 

‘There are some futures in this world that are predictable, aren’t there?’

 

But right now, she just felt betrayed. He was serious about her, but he was also serious about the heroine. If she didn’t fix his arm in the first place, would they have hated each other just like in the original story?

 

Perhaps, it would have been better. They probably wouldn’t end up like this. No matter how much she struggled to avoid the original story, it was useless. She believed Kalis loved her, but he couldn’t shake off Lina as the fated original. The idea that everything else might play out the way it was supposed to slowly grew in her mind. She really didn’t want to think like this. But to live, to survive, the fear that she had deliberately turned her back to, that she had kept hidden, left its mark like mud. She shook her head lightly, shaking off the lingering emotions. 

 

She suddenly remembered the sound of Kalis grabbing her and shouting urgently, “I’m divorcing Lina, please marry me again.”

 

She was so angry at the time that she didn’t have time to think about it properly, but now that she thought about it, other questions filled her mind. 

 

‘What’s the point of getting married like that? If Lina craves for something again, he would go to her, wouldn’t he?’

 

If Kalis was given another chance, would he go to the temple and swear an oath that he would give all his lands and title to her?

 

She should have been angrier with Kalis.

 

‘Really. I should have said something like this back then.’

 

Why did it never occur to her when they were fighting, but it did later? Why didn’t she go over there and punch Kalis in the face and scream like this? That would turn Berg Castle upside down, and in a few days, words would spread through the social circles of the entire empire. Her sinking mood improved a little as she giggled at the thought of the improbable. As she finished her glass of champagne, she called out to a passing servant. 

 

“Hey, you there.”

 

“Shall I get you another glass of champagne, My Lady?”

 

“No, it’s okay. Thank you.”

 

She handed him the empty glass and walked toward the stairs. Sitting there for a long time was not a good choice, so she left the table for a while. Of course, leaving the grand banquet hall was a stupid idea. It would look like she was running away because she couldn’t bear the pressure of rumors.

 

And she decided that the best place to escape to was the “Grand Duchess’ Terrace,” which had a great reputation in Berg Castle. Just as the resting room for the royal family at the imperial banquet, this terrace was said to be available only to the Grand Duchess of Berg* (Lesche’s mother) and her invited guests for generations. 

 

It had more symbolic significance than the other terraces, as it had to be climbed up a flight of stairs, and rumors said that the moonlight fell on it beautifully. Since Lesche was unmarried, the Grand Duchess’ terrace also had no master. It had been closed for a long time, but now Linon insisted that it should be kept open as was customary. Seria refused to be a burden, but Linon worked hard all day for Lesche, and he convinced her that he would not regret seeing the extent of it. 

 

The truth was, Seria was completely fooled by his words. She had no words to describe how hard she worked to decorate this place and prepare the banquet. And she just barely made it in time for decorating the High Priest’s pavilion to come the next day.

 

Actually, Seria wanted to visit this unknown place where even the royal family of the Glick Empire could not even ask first. 

 

‘When am I ever gonna get this chance again?’

 

As she approached, the well-dressed servant deftly drew back the thick green curtain.

 

 

The vest he wore had a large blue embroidered Berg’s pattern on it, meaning that he had temporary permission to enter the terrace for certain reasons. 

 

“Why don’t you put on your cloak and go out? It’s very cold outside.” The servant spoke.

 

She looked at the bottom of the stairs before stepping out onto the terrace. Several nobles were looking at her, but they turned away hurriedly.

 

Lesche, who was much taller, was surrounded by other nobles, but Seria could see his face. His silver hair shimmered with the reflection of the light. Lesche Berg was an eye-catching man. For such a great guy, he stood there looking annoyed. It seemed like he was trying hard to manage his facial expression. How unexpected, the life of a powerful man.

 

Seria smiled at the sight, but of all people, her gaze met Lesche’s. She immediately erased her smile and lowered her head lightly. She could feel the gazes of the nobles gathered towards her, as Lesche responded to her gaze.

 

She turned away and whispered to the servant who was still walking through the curtains. 

 

“Can you do me a favor?”

 

The servant’s eyes seemed to widen and he immediately nodded. Seria then stepped out onto the unknown terrace wearing a light cloak that the servant brought her. The terrace was overwhelmingly beautiful. The fantastic moonlight seemed to collect and illuminate like mirrors. The railings made of white marble looked like a work of art. A single lofty chair was placed a little off the center of the terrace, and a wool carpet on the floor. She could see why Linon was so confident about it. The rumors were not exaggerated at all.

 

She took her time admiring the terrace. The Grand Duchess’ terrace was about half a floor higher than the tallest terrace in the Grand Banquet Hall. As she looked around, she saw quite a few couples enjoying secret meetings out on the terrace.

 

 ‘It really is a special place. I can see firsthand all the rumors.’

 

Somehow she got the feeling that this terrace was not just for relaxation, but was also used for social and political purposes. She leaned back against the sturdy railing and looked up at the sky. The full moon was exceptionally large and it was shining. The sky was studded with more stars than she could count. It was an ecstatic scene, but as the servant had said, it was terribly cold, she shivered a little.

 

However, the cold air cleared her head and she closed her eyes, enjoying the refreshing feel. How long did she do that? Suddenly, the sound of a door opening with a small bell ringing reached her ears. She opened her eyes and turned around, there stood a person she half expected. 

 

“How did you get in here?”

 

“Seria…”

 

“Didn’t the servant stop you from coming in without my permission?”

 

“I know, but I politely asked in the name of the Saint.”

 

“What’s the use of asking? I did not give you permission. Do you know that the traditions of Berg Castle are so strict that even if you are a Duke, if you enter here without permission, you will have to live as a slave for Grand Duchess Berg for a week?”

 

“Huh? Well…”

 

Lina, who looked at Seria with shocked eyes, struggled to answer.

 

“But, Seria, I… I told Kalis that I wanted a divorce.”

 

She clasped her hands together shakingly and poured out words. And Seria answered in a flash.

 

“I see.”

 

“Seria…?”

 

 Lina looked perplexed, perhaps because Seria’s response was too calm. Perhaps she thought Seria would be surprised at the news. 

 

“Lina, is that all you have to say?”

 

Lina hastily stopped Seria from calling the servant.

 

 “Seria! According to what the priests have told me, Stern’s divorce is as complicated as marriage, and we can’t divorce right away, but we will! Therefore….I will return what I took from Seria…!

 

‘Return what she took from me? Did I hear her correctly?’

 

Seria was momentarily rendered speechless by Lina’s condescending attitude. She said in a cold voice, 

 

“Lina, I think you misunderstood something, but even if you divorce or die with Kalis, I have no desire for him. So if that’s the end of it, please leave.”

 

“Seria!”

 

She furrowed her brows as Lina’s voice grew louder. The terrace of the banquet was intended for secret meetings. Therefore, it was common sense to talk quietly, but Lina’s voice now was so loud that it defied common sense. The nobles out on the terrace would surely be looking up at them. Her head started to hurt. 

 

“What is it that you wish for, Lina?”

 

“What do you mean, there’s nothing like that! I’m, I’m…”

 

 At the same moment, there was a small rattle of a bell at the door.

 

Lina cried out in a tearful voice.

 

“I’m not even the main character, in fact, I’m like a foreign object caught in between the two of you.”

 

‘Foreign object? Main character?’

 

That was what Seria had indeed to say to Lesche before their first dance. Obviously, Lina heard it. 

 

She stared at Lina in a strange mood. 

 

Lina. The heroine of this world. Seria knew Lina’s character well, having read the original story.

 

 Lina was basically a heroine with good character, but she was not the type to present the so-called angst giver. She defeated the villains who bullied her because of the sub-men in the original story with a distinctive comeback.

 

Seria raised her hand and placed it gently on her cheek. It was still slightly swollen. These were the marks of her desperate efforts to protect the heroine. Even though Seria’s anger was not well controlled, she managed to patiently gather it up and hit her own face instead of Lina’s. 

 

She had never bullied the heroine. She was not a villain yet. 

 

But why would Lina copy exactly what she said at this moment of all times? 

 

She asked the servant to ring the bell if anyone tried to come in. So when the bell rang, she knew. Who would dare to come up to the Grand Duchess’s terrace…? Obviously, the only people she could think of were Lina and Kalis. The others who were focusing all their attention on this place would think the same thing.

 

Lina was already on the terrace, and since the bell rang again just now, one could deduce without difficulty that Kalis must have arrived at the door. 

 

From which part, until what point of the conversation did Kalis hear? 

 

***

 

Chapter 5 Part 1

 

 


https://www.patreon.com/TOTV

 

 

Seria raised her glass, glaring at him as if giving him a warning.

 

‘If you get too close, you will die.’

 

Until a few days ago, he was still her fiance. It seemed like Kalis understood exactly the message of Seria’s glare.

 

She didn’t want to make eye contact with him any longer, so she quickly turned her head away and took a step. She was the one who had been looking out for Kalis’s mood, but she didn’t expect that position to be turned upside down at once. It was ironic.

 

She shifted her gaze toward the giant clock on the wall, thinking if she stayed here, she would have an eye-staring fight with Kalis for a long time, and she wanted to be alone. Besides, not dancing with Kalis was an unfamiliar experience in its own way. Up until a few days ago, she thought she was going to be the Marchioness of Haneton. Though she once said she didn’t know what life would bring and thought that if she had married Kalis and spent each day with him, she would probably have lived the rest of her life happily. 

 

‘There are some futures in this world that are predictable, aren’t there?’

 

But right now, she just felt betrayed. He was serious about her, but he was also serious about the heroine. If she didn’t fix his arm in the first place, would they have hated each other just like in the original story?

 

Perhaps, it would have been better. They probably wouldn’t end up like this. No matter how much she struggled to avoid the original story, it was useless. She believed Kalis loved her, but he couldn’t shake off Lina as the fated original. The idea that everything else might play out the way it was supposed to slowly grew in her mind. She really didn’t want to think like this. But to live, to survive, the fear that she had deliberately turned her back to, that she had kept hidden, left its mark like mud. She shook her head lightly, shaking off the lingering emotions. 

 

She suddenly remembered the sound of Kalis grabbing her and shouting urgently, “I’m divorcing Lina, please marry me again.”

 

She was so angry at the time that she didn’t have time to think about it properly, but now that she thought about it, other questions filled her mind. 

 

‘What’s the point of getting married like that? If Lina craves for something again, he would go to her, wouldn’t he?’

 

If Kalis was given another chance, would he go to the temple and swear an oath that he would give all his lands and title to her?

 

She should have been angrier with Kalis.

 

‘Really. I should have said something like this back then.’

 

Why did it never occur to her when they were fighting, but it did later? Why didn’t she go over there and punch Kalis in the face and scream like this? That would turn Berg Castle upside down, and in a few days, words would spread through the social circles of the entire empire. Her sinking mood improved a little as she giggled at the thought of the improbable. As she finished her glass of champagne, she called out to a passing servant. 

 

“Hey, you there.”

 

“Shall I get you another glass of champagne, My Lady?”

 

“No, it’s okay. Thank you.”

 

She handed him the empty glass and walked toward the stairs. Sitting there for a long time was not a good choice, so she left the table for a while. Of course, leaving the grand banquet hall was a stupid idea. It would look like she was running away because she couldn’t bear the pressure of rumors.

 

And she decided that the best place to escape to was the “Grand Duchess’ Terrace,” which had a great reputation in Berg Castle. Just as the resting room for the royal family at the imperial banquet, this terrace was said to be available only to the Grand Duchess of Berg* (Lesche’s mother) and her invited guests for generations. 

 

It had more symbolic significance than the other terraces, as it had to be climbed up a flight of stairs, and rumors said that the moonlight fell on it beautifully. Since Lesche was unmarried, the Grand Duchess’ terrace also had no master. It had been closed for a long time, but now Linon insisted that it should be kept open as was customary. Seria refused to be a burden, but Linon worked hard all day for Lesche, and he convinced her that he would not regret seeing the extent of it. 

 

The truth was, Seria was completely fooled by his words. She had no words to describe how hard she worked to decorate this place and prepare the banquet. And she just barely made it in time for decorating the High Priest’s pavilion to come the next day.

 

Actually, Seria wanted to visit this unknown place where even the royal family of the Glick Empire could not even ask first. 

 

‘When am I ever gonna get this chance again?’

 

As she approached, the well-dressed servant deftly drew back the thick green curtain.

 

 

The vest he wore had a large blue embroidered Berg’s pattern on it, meaning that he had temporary permission to enter the terrace for certain reasons. 

 

“Why don’t you put on your cloak and go out? It’s very cold outside.” The servant spoke.

 

She looked at the bottom of the stairs before stepping out onto the terrace. Several nobles were looking at her, but they turned away hurriedly.

 

Lesche, who was much taller, was surrounded by other nobles, but Seria could see his face. His silver hair shimmered with the reflection of the light. Lesche Berg was an eye-catching man. For such a great guy, he stood there looking annoyed. It seemed like he was trying hard to manage his facial expression. How unexpected, the life of a powerful man.

 

Seria smiled at the sight, but of all people, her gaze met Lesche’s. She immediately erased her smile and lowered her head lightly. She could feel the gazes of the nobles gathered towards her, as Lesche responded to her gaze.

 

She turned away and whispered to the servant who was still walking through the curtains. 

 

“Can you do me a favor?”

 

The servant’s eyes seemed to widen and he immediately nodded. Seria then stepped out onto the unknown terrace wearing a light cloak that the servant brought her. The terrace was overwhelmingly beautiful. The fantastic moonlight seemed to collect and illuminate like mirrors. The railings made of white marble looked like a work of art. A single lofty chair was placed a little off the center of the terrace, and a wool carpet on the floor. She could see why Linon was so confident about it. The rumors were not exaggerated at all.

 

She took her time admiring the terrace. The Grand Duchess’ terrace was about half a floor higher than the tallest terrace in the Grand Banquet Hall. As she looked around, she saw quite a few couples enjoying secret meetings out on the terrace.

 

 ‘It really is a special place. I can see firsthand all the rumors.’

 

Somehow she got the feeling that this terrace was not just for relaxation, but was also used for social and political purposes. She leaned back against the sturdy railing and looked up at the sky. The full moon was exceptionally large and it was shining. The sky was studded with more stars than she could count. It was an ecstatic scene, but as the servant had said, it was terribly cold, she shivered a little.

 

However, the cold air cleared her head and she closed her eyes, enjoying the refreshing feel. How long did she do that? Suddenly, the sound of a door opening with a small bell ringing reached her ears. She opened her eyes and turned around, there stood a person she half expected. 

 

“How did you get in here?”

 

“Seria…”

 

“Didn’t the servant stop you from coming in without my permission?”

 

“I know, but I politely asked in the name of the Saint.”

 

“What’s the use of asking? I did not give you permission. Do you know that the traditions of Berg Castle are so strict that even if you are a Duke, if you enter here without permission, you will have to live as a slave for Grand Duchess Berg for a week?”

 

“Huh? Well…”

 

Lina, who looked at Seria with shocked eyes, struggled to answer.

 

“But, Seria, I… I told Kalis that I wanted a divorce.”

 

She clasped her hands together shakingly and poured out words. And Seria answered in a flash.

 

“I see.”

 

“Seria…?”

 

 Lina looked perplexed, perhaps because Seria’s response was too calm. Perhaps she thought Seria would be surprised at the news. 

 

“Lina, is that all you have to say?”

 

Lina hastily stopped Seria from calling the servant.

 

 “Seria! According to what the priests have told me, Stern’s divorce is as complicated as marriage, and we can’t divorce right away, but we will! Therefore….I will return what I took from Seria…!

 

‘Return what she took from me? Did I hear her correctly?’

 

Seria was momentarily rendered speechless by Lina’s condescending attitude. She said in a cold voice, 

 

“Lina, I think you misunderstood something, but even if you divorce or die with Kalis, I have no desire for him. So if that’s the end of it, please leave.”

 

“Seria!”

 

She furrowed her brows as Lina’s voice grew louder. The terrace of the banquet was intended for secret meetings. Therefore, it was common sense to talk quietly, but Lina’s voice now was so loud that it defied common sense. The nobles out on the terrace would surely be looking up at them. Her head started to hurt. 

 

“What is it that you wish for, Lina?”

 

“What do you mean, there’s nothing like that! I’m, I’m…”

 

 At the same moment, there was a small rattle of a bell at the door.

 

Lina cried out in a tearful voice.

 

“I’m not even the main character, in fact, I’m like a foreign object caught in between the two of you.”

 

‘Foreign object? Main character?’

 

That was what Seria had indeed to say to Lesche before their first dance. Obviously, Lina heard it. 

 

She stared at Lina in a strange mood. 

 

Lina. The heroine of this world. Seria knew Lina’s character well, having read the original story.

 

 Lina was basically a heroine with good character, but she was not the type to present the so-called angst giver. She defeated the villains who bullied her because of the sub-men in the original story with a distinctive comeback.

 

Seria raised her hand and placed it gently on her cheek. It was still slightly swollen. These were the marks of her desperate efforts to protect the heroine. Even though Seria’s anger was not well controlled, she managed to patiently gather it up and hit her own face instead of Lina’s. 

 

She had never bullied the heroine. She was not a villain yet. 

 

But why would Lina copy exactly what she said at this moment of all times? 

 

She asked the servant to ring the bell if anyone tried to come in. So when the bell rang, she knew. Who would dare to come up to the Grand Duchess’s terrace…? Obviously, the only people she could think of were Lina and Kalis. The others who were focusing all their attention on this place would think the same thing.

 

Lina was already on the terrace, and since the bell rang again just now, one could deduce without difficulty that Kalis must have arrived at the door. 

 

From which part, until what point of the conversation did Kalis hear? 

 

***

 

Chapter 5 Part 2

 

 


https://www.patreon.com/TOTV

 

 

Seria raised her glass, glaring at him as if giving him a warning.

 

‘If you get too close, you will die.’

 

Until a few days ago, he was still her fiance. It seemed like Kalis understood exactly the message of Seria’s glare.

 

She didn’t want to make eye contact with him any longer, so she quickly turned her head away and took a step. She was the one who had been looking out for Kalis’s mood, but she didn’t expect that position to be turned upside down at once. It was ironic.

 

She shifted her gaze toward the giant clock on the wall, thinking if she stayed here, she would have an eye-staring fight with Kalis for a long time, and she wanted to be alone. Besides, not dancing with Kalis was an unfamiliar experience in its own way. Up until a few days ago, she thought she was going to be the Marchioness of Haneton. Though she once said she didn’t know what life would bring and thought that if she had married Kalis and spent each day with him, she would probably have lived the rest of her life happily. 

 

‘There are some futures in this world that are predictable, aren’t there?’

 

But right now, she just felt betrayed. He was serious about her, but he was also serious about the heroine. If she didn’t fix his arm in the first place, would they have hated each other just like in the original story?

 

Perhaps, it would have been better. They probably wouldn’t end up like this. No matter how much she struggled to avoid the original story, it was useless. She believed Kalis loved her, but he couldn’t shake off Lina as the fated original. The idea that everything else might play out the way it was supposed to slowly grew in her mind. She really didn’t want to think like this. But to live, to survive, the fear that she had deliberately turned her back to, that she had kept hidden, left its mark like mud. She shook her head lightly, shaking off the lingering emotions. 

 

She suddenly remembered the sound of Kalis grabbing her and shouting urgently, “I’m divorcing Lina, please marry me again.”

 

She was so angry at the time that she didn’t have time to think about it properly, but now that she thought about it, other questions filled her mind. 

 

‘What’s the point of getting married like that? If Lina craves for something again, he would go to her, wouldn’t he?’

 

If Kalis was given another chance, would he go to the temple and swear an oath that he would give all his lands and title to her?

 

She should have been angrier with Kalis.

 

‘Really. I should have said something like this back then.’

 

Why did it never occur to her when they were fighting, but it did later? Why didn’t she go over there and punch Kalis in the face and scream like this? That would turn Berg Castle upside down, and in a few days, words would spread through the social circles of the entire empire. Her sinking mood improved a little as she giggled at the thought of the improbable. As she finished her glass of champagne, she called out to a passing servant. 

 

“Hey, you there.”

 

“Shall I get you another glass of champagne, My Lady?”

 

“No, it’s okay. Thank you.”

 

She handed him the empty glass and walked toward the stairs. Sitting there for a long time was not a good choice, so she left the table for a while. Of course, leaving the grand banquet hall was a stupid idea. It would look like she was running away because she couldn’t bear the pressure of rumors.

 

And she decided that the best place to escape to was the “Grand Duchess’ Terrace,” which had a great reputation in Berg Castle. Just as the resting room for the royal family at the imperial banquet, this terrace was said to be available only to the Grand Duchess of Berg* (Lesche’s mother) and her invited guests for generations. 

 

It had more symbolic significance than the other terraces, as it had to be climbed up a flight of stairs, and rumors said that the moonlight fell on it beautifully. Since Lesche was unmarried, the Grand Duchess’ terrace also had no master. It had been closed for a long time, but now Linon insisted that it should be kept open as was customary. Seria refused to be a burden, but Linon worked hard all day for Lesche, and he convinced her that he would not regret seeing the extent of it. 

 

The truth was, Seria was completely fooled by his words. She had no words to describe how hard she worked to decorate this place and prepare the banquet. And she just barely made it in time for decorating the High Priest’s pavilion to come the next day.

 

Actually, Seria wanted to visit this unknown place where even the royal family of the Glick Empire could not even ask first. 

 

‘When am I ever gonna get this chance again?’

 

As she approached, the well-dressed servant deftly drew back the thick green curtain.

 

 

The vest he wore had a large blue embroidered Berg’s pattern on it, meaning that he had temporary permission to enter the terrace for certain reasons. 

 

“Why don’t you put on your cloak and go out? It’s very cold outside.” The servant spoke.

 

She looked at the bottom of the stairs before stepping out onto the terrace. Several nobles were looking at her, but they turned away hurriedly.

 

Lesche, who was much taller, was surrounded by other nobles, but Seria could see his face. His silver hair shimmered with the reflection of the light. Lesche Berg was an eye-catching man. For such a great guy, he stood there looking annoyed. It seemed like he was trying hard to manage his facial expression. How unexpected, the life of a powerful man.

 

Seria smiled at the sight, but of all people, her gaze met Lesche’s. She immediately erased her smile and lowered her head lightly. She could feel the gazes of the nobles gathered towards her, as Lesche responded to her gaze.

 

She turned away and whispered to the servant who was still walking through the curtains. 

 

“Can you do me a favor?”

 

The servant’s eyes seemed to widen and he immediately nodded. Seria then stepped out onto the unknown terrace wearing a light cloak that the servant brought her. The terrace was overwhelmingly beautiful. The fantastic moonlight seemed to collect and illuminate like mirrors. The railings made of white marble looked like a work of art. A single lofty chair was placed a little off the center of the terrace, and a wool carpet on the floor. She could see why Linon was so confident about it. The rumors were not exaggerated at all.

 

She took her time admiring the terrace. The Grand Duchess’ terrace was about half a floor higher than the tallest terrace in the Grand Banquet Hall. As she looked around, she saw quite a few couples enjoying secret meetings out on the terrace.

 

 ‘It really is a special place. I can see firsthand all the rumors.’

 

Somehow she got the feeling that this terrace was not just for relaxation, but was also used for social and political purposes. She leaned back against the sturdy railing and looked up at the sky. The full moon was exceptionally large and it was shining. The sky was studded with more stars than she could count. It was an ecstatic scene, but as the servant had said, it was terribly cold, she shivered a little.

 

However, the cold air cleared her head and she closed her eyes, enjoying the refreshing feel. How long did she do that? Suddenly, the sound of a door opening with a small bell ringing reached her ears. She opened her eyes and turned around, there stood a person she half expected. 

 

“How did you get in here?”

 

“Seria…”

 

“Didn’t the servant stop you from coming in without my permission?”

 

“I know, but I politely asked in the name of the Saint.”

 

“What’s the use of asking? I did not give you permission. Do you know that the traditions of Berg Castle are so strict that even if you are a Duke, if you enter here without permission, you will have to live as a slave for Grand Duchess Berg for a week?”

 

“Huh? Well…”

 

Lina, who looked at Seria with shocked eyes, struggled to answer.

 

“But, Seria, I… I told Kalis that I wanted a divorce.”

 

She clasped her hands together shakingly and poured out words. And Seria answered in a flash.

 

“I see.”

 

“Seria…?”

 

 Lina looked perplexed, perhaps because Seria’s response was too calm. Perhaps she thought Seria would be surprised at the news. 

 

“Lina, is that all you have to say?”

 

Lina hastily stopped Seria from calling the servant.

 

 “Seria! According to what the priests have told me, Stern’s divorce is as complicated as marriage, and we can’t divorce right away, but we will! Therefore….I will return what I took from Seria…!

 

‘Return what she took from me? Did I hear her correctly?’

 

Seria was momentarily rendered speechless by Lina’s condescending attitude. She said in a cold voice, 

 

“Lina, I think you misunderstood something, but even if you divorce or die with Kalis, I have no desire for him. So if that’s the end of it, please leave.”

 

“Seria!”

 

She furrowed her brows as Lina’s voice grew louder. The terrace of the banquet was intended for secret meetings. Therefore, it was common sense to talk quietly, but Lina’s voice now was so loud that it defied common sense. The nobles out on the terrace would surely be looking up at them. Her head started to hurt. 

 

“What is it that you wish for, Lina?”

 

“What do you mean, there’s nothing like that! I’m, I’m…”

 

 At the same moment, there was a small rattle of a bell at the door.

 

Lina cried out in a tearful voice.

 

“I’m not even the main character, in fact, I’m like a foreign object caught in between the two of you.”

 

‘Foreign object? Main character?’

 

That was what Seria had indeed to say to Lesche before their first dance. Obviously, Lina heard it. 

 

She stared at Lina in a strange mood. 

 

Lina. The heroine of this world. Seria knew Lina’s character well, having read the original story.

 

 Lina was basically a heroine with good character, but she was not the type to present the so-called angst giver. She defeated the villains who bullied her because of the sub-men in the original story with a distinctive comeback.

 

Seria raised her hand and placed it gently on her cheek. It was still slightly swollen. These were the marks of her desperate efforts to protect the heroine. Even though Seria’s anger was not well controlled, she managed to patiently gather it up and hit her own face instead of Lina’s. 

 

She had never bullied the heroine. She was not a villain yet. 

 

But why would Lina copy exactly what she said at this moment of all times? 

 

She asked the servant to ring the bell if anyone tried to come in. So when the bell rang, she knew. Who would dare to come up to the Grand Duchess’s terrace…? Obviously, the only people she could think of were Lina and Kalis. The others who were focusing all their attention on this place would think the same thing.

 

Lina was already on the terrace, and since the bell rang again just now, one could deduce without difficulty that Kalis must have arrived at the door. 

 

From which part, until what point of the conversation did Kalis hear? 

 

***

 

Chapter 6 Part 1

 

 


https://www.patreon.com/TOTV

 

 

Seria raised her glass, glaring at him as if giving him a warning.

 

‘If you get too close, you will die.’

 

Until a few days ago, he was still her fiance. It seemed like Kalis understood exactly the message of Seria’s glare.

 

She didn’t want to make eye contact with him any longer, so she quickly turned her head away and took a step. She was the one who had been looking out for Kalis’s mood, but she didn’t expect that position to be turned upside down at once. It was ironic.

 

She shifted her gaze toward the giant clock on the wall, thinking if she stayed here, she would have an eye-staring fight with Kalis for a long time, and she wanted to be alone. Besides, not dancing with Kalis was an unfamiliar experience in its own way. Up until a few days ago, she thought she was going to be the Marchioness of Haneton. Though she once said she didn’t know what life would bring and thought that if she had married Kalis and spent each day with him, she would probably have lived the rest of her life happily. 

 

‘There are some futures in this world that are predictable, aren’t there?’

 

But right now, she just felt betrayed. He was serious about her, but he was also serious about the heroine. If she didn’t fix his arm in the first place, would they have hated each other just like in the original story?

 

Perhaps, it would have been better. They probably wouldn’t end up like this. No matter how much she struggled to avoid the original story, it was useless. She believed Kalis loved her, but he couldn’t shake off Lina as the fated original. The idea that everything else might play out the way it was supposed to slowly grew in her mind. She really didn’t want to think like this. But to live, to survive, the fear that she had deliberately turned her back to, that she had kept hidden, left its mark like mud. She shook her head lightly, shaking off the lingering emotions. 

 

She suddenly remembered the sound of Kalis grabbing her and shouting urgently, “I’m divorcing Lina, please marry me again.”

 

She was so angry at the time that she didn’t have time to think about it properly, but now that she thought about it, other questions filled her mind. 

 

‘What’s the point of getting married like that? If Lina craves for something again, he would go to her, wouldn’t he?’

 

If Kalis was given another chance, would he go to the temple and swear an oath that he would give all his lands and title to her?

 

She should have been angrier with Kalis.

 

‘Really. I should have said something like this back then.’

 

Why did it never occur to her when they were fighting, but it did later? Why didn’t she go over there and punch Kalis in the face and scream like this? That would turn Berg Castle upside down, and in a few days, words would spread through the social circles of the entire empire. Her sinking mood improved a little as she giggled at the thought of the improbable. As she finished her glass of champagne, she called out to a passing servant. 

 

“Hey, you there.”

 

“Shall I get you another glass of champagne, My Lady?”

 

“No, it’s okay. Thank you.”

 

She handed him the empty glass and walked toward the stairs. Sitting there for a long time was not a good choice, so she left the table for a while. Of course, leaving the grand banquet hall was a stupid idea. It would look like she was running away because she couldn’t bear the pressure of rumors.

 

And she decided that the best place to escape to was the “Grand Duchess’ Terrace,” which had a great reputation in Berg Castle. Just as the resting room for the royal family at the imperial banquet, this terrace was said to be available only to the Grand Duchess of Berg* (Lesche’s mother) and her invited guests for generations. 

 

It had more symbolic significance than the other terraces, as it had to be climbed up a flight of stairs, and rumors said that the moonlight fell on it beautifully. Since Lesche was unmarried, the Grand Duchess’ terrace also had no master. It had been closed for a long time, but now Linon insisted that it should be kept open as was customary. Seria refused to be a burden, but Linon worked hard all day for Lesche, and he convinced her that he would not regret seeing the extent of it. 

 

The truth was, Seria was completely fooled by his words. She had no words to describe how hard she worked to decorate this place and prepare the banquet. And she just barely made it in time for decorating the High Priest’s pavilion to come the next day.

 

Actually, Seria wanted to visit this unknown place where even the royal family of the Glick Empire could not even ask first. 

 

‘When am I ever gonna get this chance again?’

 

As she approached, the well-dressed servant deftly drew back the thick green curtain.

 

 

The vest he wore had a large blue embroidered Berg’s pattern on it, meaning that he had temporary permission to enter the terrace for certain reasons. 

 

“Why don’t you put on your cloak and go out? It’s very cold outside.” The servant spoke.

 

She looked at the bottom of the stairs before stepping out onto the terrace. Several nobles were looking at her, but they turned away hurriedly.

 

Lesche, who was much taller, was surrounded by other nobles, but Seria could see his face. His silver hair shimmered with the reflection of the light. Lesche Berg was an eye-catching man. For such a great guy, he stood there looking annoyed. It seemed like he was trying hard to manage his facial expression. How unexpected, the life of a powerful man.

 

Seria smiled at the sight, but of all people, her gaze met Lesche’s. She immediately erased her smile and lowered her head lightly. She could feel the gazes of the nobles gathered towards her, as Lesche responded to her gaze.

 

She turned away and whispered to the servant who was still walking through the curtains. 

 

“Can you do me a favor?”

 

The servant’s eyes seemed to widen and he immediately nodded. Seria then stepped out onto the unknown terrace wearing a light cloak that the servant brought her. The terrace was overwhelmingly beautiful. The fantastic moonlight seemed to collect and illuminate like mirrors. The railings made of white marble looked like a work of art. A single lofty chair was placed a little off the center of the terrace, and a wool carpet on the floor. She could see why Linon was so confident about it. The rumors were not exaggerated at all.

 

She took her time admiring the terrace. The Grand Duchess’ terrace was about half a floor higher than the tallest terrace in the Grand Banquet Hall. As she looked around, she saw quite a few couples enjoying secret meetings out on the terrace.

 

 ‘It really is a special place. I can see firsthand all the rumors.’

 

Somehow she got the feeling that this terrace was not just for relaxation, but was also used for social and political purposes. She leaned back against the sturdy railing and looked up at the sky. The full moon was exceptionally large and it was shining. The sky was studded with more stars than she could count. It was an ecstatic scene, but as the servant had said, it was terribly cold, she shivered a little.

 

However, the cold air cleared her head and she closed her eyes, enjoying the refreshing feel. How long did she do that? Suddenly, the sound of a door opening with a small bell ringing reached her ears. She opened her eyes and turned around, there stood a person she half expected. 

 

“How did you get in here?”

 

“Seria…”

 

“Didn’t the servant stop you from coming in without my permission?”

 

“I know, but I politely asked in the name of the Saint.”

 

“What’s the use of asking? I did not give you permission. Do you know that the traditions of Berg Castle are so strict that even if you are a Duke, if you enter here without permission, you will have to live as a slave for Grand Duchess Berg for a week?”

 

“Huh? Well…”

 

Lina, who looked at Seria with shocked eyes, struggled to answer.

 

“But, Seria, I… I told Kalis that I wanted a divorce.”

 

She clasped her hands together shakingly and poured out words. And Seria answered in a flash.

 

“I see.”

 

“Seria…?”

 

 Lina looked perplexed, perhaps because Seria’s response was too calm. Perhaps she thought Seria would be surprised at the news. 

 

“Lina, is that all you have to say?”

 

Lina hastily stopped Seria from calling the servant.

 

 “Seria! According to what the priests have told me, Stern’s divorce is as complicated as marriage, and we can’t divorce right away, but we will! Therefore….I will return what I took from Seria…!

 

‘Return what she took from me? Did I hear her correctly?’

 

Seria was momentarily rendered speechless by Lina’s condescending attitude. She said in a cold voice, 

 

“Lina, I think you misunderstood something, but even if you divorce or die with Kalis, I have no desire for him. So if that’s the end of it, please leave.”

 

“Seria!”

 

She furrowed her brows as Lina’s voice grew louder. The terrace of the banquet was intended for secret meetings. Therefore, it was common sense to talk quietly, but Lina’s voice now was so loud that it defied common sense. The nobles out on the terrace would surely be looking up at them. Her head started to hurt. 

 

“What is it that you wish for, Lina?”

 

“What do you mean, there’s nothing like that! I’m, I’m…”

 

 At the same moment, there was a small rattle of a bell at the door.

 

Lina cried out in a tearful voice.

 

“I’m not even the main character, in fact, I’m like a foreign object caught in between the two of you.”

 

‘Foreign object? Main character?’

 

That was what Seria had indeed to say to Lesche before their first dance. Obviously, Lina heard it. 

 

She stared at Lina in a strange mood. 

 

Lina. The heroine of this world. Seria knew Lina’s character well, having read the original story.

 

 Lina was basically a heroine with good character, but she was not the type to present the so-called angst giver. She defeated the villains who bullied her because of the sub-men in the original story with a distinctive comeback.

 

Seria raised her hand and placed it gently on her cheek. It was still slightly swollen. These were the marks of her desperate efforts to protect the heroine. Even though Seria’s anger was not well controlled, she managed to patiently gather it up and hit her own face instead of Lina’s. 

 

She had never bullied the heroine. She was not a villain yet. 

 

But why would Lina copy exactly what she said at this moment of all times? 

 

She asked the servant to ring the bell if anyone tried to come in. So when the bell rang, she knew. Who would dare to come up to the Grand Duchess’s terrace…? Obviously, the only people she could think of were Lina and Kalis. The others who were focusing all their attention on this place would think the same thing.

 

Lina was already on the terrace, and since the bell rang again just now, one could deduce without difficulty that Kalis must have arrived at the door. 

 

From which part, until what point of the conversation did Kalis hear? 

 

***

 

Chapter 6 Part 2