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I couldn't bear to look into his eyes, so I looked away. Does he know something? There have been multiple signs recently.
That cold suspicion that Cyrtain knew my secret. The strange looks he gave me, the words and actions that seemed like tests.
I swallowed slowly. My heart was beating violently. I was desperately wondering how Sertin would react.
What if I find out?
Will he fire me?
What does he think about me? Will he kill me?
As if aware of my confusion, Sertin did not hesitate. He grabbed my cheek, our eyes finally met, and then he smiled softly.
His curved eyes and beautiful smile were charming to the point of chilling.
“Isn't it time you revealed your identity?”
Sertin whispered lowly as if there was no escape.
“Stop acting… before I get really angry.”
Hearing that, my body slackened. What would happen if he got really angry?
Sertine's eyes sparkled coldly.
I just wanted to survive. It seems I have been misunderstood.
She whispered very weakly
“…Are you going to let me live?”
He supported two belts with his other hand next to me. His face, bent towards me, was shining white.
He was smiling, as if all of this was just entertainment.
Maybe this man knew my secret from the beginning.
As his face came closer and closer to mine, I involuntarily closed my eyes. We were so close I could hear his breathing.
Its heavy and somewhat cold smell was suffocating me.
I swallowed unconsciously.
Fear, along with an inexplicable tension, crept into my body and made me stiff. I didn't know Sertin's intention. He was watching me the whole time like a beast waiting for its prey.
Sertin's fingers touched my cheek. As if it were a mark, the skin he touched was hot.
Even at this moment, I felt shamefully confused. Even though I might be about to die.
With trembling fingers, I gripped the hem of my dress tightly.
Sertin whispered lowly
“Don’t be afraid… because… I want to devour you.”
His words made my heart fall into the abyss.
3 months ago.
When I first became embodied in the novel, things had reached the point of no return; I completed the marriage ceremony and was detained in the room.
I knew my true identity the next day, when I heard the maids calling my name
“Indeed, the foolish Princess Evelin has become the wife of the Crown Prince! How lucky; even if one is a fool, it is fortunate to be born a noble!”
They spoke with such sarcasm as they tidied my room, not caring about my presence.
I had to stifle a scream that almost escaped me until they left the room.
Foolish princess Evelyn!
And the wife of the Crown Prince!
Evelyn was the poison planted by the Duke of Spelman's family.
When she was ten years old, she had a severe fever that damaged her brain, leaving her with the mind of a five-year-old for the rest of her life.
That's why the Duke hid his daughter and raised her in secret, then married her off to Crown Prince Sirtin when she reached marriageable age, taking advantage of his absence in the war.
The Emperor received a large bribe to allow this matter, and the Empress - due to the weakness of her family's influence - could not prevent it.
Thus, Evelyn became the wife of the Crown Prince, acting in accordance with her father’s orders
“If you obey your father, I will give you all this chocolate. It will be yours alone, Evelyn.”
The innocent girl's soul was deceived, and she brought the poisoned cake to the princess and the empress and ate it with them.
Who would doubt a child with the mind of a five-year-old?
Because Evelyn had a strange immunity to the poison, she survived, while the Empress and Princess died after consuming the poison for a long time.
After Cyretin learned the truth, he turned black and exterminated the Duke of Spelman's family, then imprisoned his foolish wife in a separate palace for life. She survived because she had the mind of an ignorant child.
Under the pretext of revenge, he exterminated the families of the hero and heroine of the novel because of their association with the Duke.
In the end, he receives a fatal blow from the hero and steps down from the throne, and Evelyn is executed on charges of witchcraft.
It was a really interesting novel—very dark, and bold… very bold.
A novel whose darkness was mitigated by bold scenes. But now a problem has arisen
I'm not stupid?
Over the past week, while I have been quietly living here, I have become aware of the following facts:
1. I'm not stupid. (Quite obvious.)
2. The Crown Prince has not yet returned from the battlefield; He will be back soon.
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. The male hero is now only six years old; He had barely begun to learn to write.
There must be a reason for my incarnation at this time. It is unbelievable that I was incarnated just to die.
Although execution for witchcraft lies in my distant future, I do not desire that fate.
To prevent my end in this way, I must thwart the transformation of the “Black Shadow” into darkness; It all begins with the death of the Cirtain family, then he discovers the involvement of his foolish wife and a number of nobles, and the tragedies continue.
So I just have to thwart it, right?
In fact, Cyrtain lived with Evelyn all his life; It is true that he denied her, but he never abandoned her because she was his wife.
By reversing the equation, he gave his criminal wife a house, money, and food!
Isn't this Buddha? Or honestly...he's more of an idiot?
But, what if the darkness did not sweep across Sirtin, and merely placed me in the secluded palace?
I will not die, and I will spend my life there, enjoying ready money and food prepared by others.
“…Isn’t that pure booty?”
Will I achieve the dream of owning a home like this?
Good. From now on, I'm an idiot.
I have always wanted to be an actress and have trained in acting all my life. Is this difficult for me? I would go to any theater—big or small—if I was invited.
The last thing I remember is that I was hit by a speeding car while I was returning from a theater rehearsal.
Now I have to live here forever, so let me seize the opportunity as much as I can.
That evening, Sirtin returned.
He returned from the war as a hero, and for the first time he faced the one who was supposed to be his wife, and I also faced the one who was supposed to be my husband.
My first impression: it's very huge; I felt as if I was in front of a huge wall.
And above that wall, there was a very beautiful face, as if it had been elegantly carved.
As soon as he saw me, he narrowed his eyes. He was suffocatingly handsome. His hair grew a little longer after six months on the battlefield and covered his neck.
With every movement, his sunken eyes appeared between the strands of his dark gray hair, close to black. Long, wide blue eyes, even his smile exuded a dark allure.
He sighed, rubbed the corner of his chin with his hand, then asked his assistant—after a long silence
“Do five-year-olds like sweets?”
His low voice came out with a sigh, and the assistant answered with a sigh
“My nephew loves it.”
"truly?"
He rummaged through his pocket and took out a candy. He held it out to me, smiling lazily, and said
“Say hello and I'll give you this. Hello, handsome uncle; come on, say it.”
His eyes were shining, although he was joking, it was clear that he was angry. This is f-evident; He went through the war and returned as a hero, only to be received in this way:
Unexpected foolish wife,
Emperor and Empress do not welcome him,
The nobles only look at Szpilman's point of view.
Sertin watched me like a beast anticipating its prey, anticipating my reaction.
He's testing me now. Well—expect me to be exposed.
I swallowed my nervousness. Fooling Certin is the first step.
Fortunately, I had previously played the role of a child, and my study of children's behavior will benefit me now.
I jumped up and bent down at a ninety degree angle
“Hello, ugly uncle!”
I greeted him in a clear voice as if I didn't know anything.
Sertin put his hand to his forehead and burst out laughing.
What? Do you think that your handsomeness means that you are the most beautiful?
maybe ; It is said that handsomeness melts the anger of a thousand years.
Moreover, Sertin has an appearance that matches this statement.
He handed me the candy as he promised, and I took it, took off the wrapper, and ate it, smiling shyly.
You have to stay tuned; No one called me a rising hopeful in the world of theater for nothing