Chapter 79 – 79
Melione stared at Euro with half-bloodshot eyes. Looking at Euro, who was unable to say a word with a pale face, a fire surged within him.
From the moment Euro coughed up blood and collapsed until now, he had not slept a single wink. The persistent headaches and neurosis that had tormented him had all vanished, yet he was so anxious that he couldn’t even sit still.
What if Euro dies?
Melione was so consumed by that single thought that rational thinking became impossible. Euro hadn’t collapsed because of an illness. It would have been better if it were a disease. If that were the case, he could have found a way to cure him, no matter the cost.
But it was because of a vicious curse. The very thing that had tormented him had transferred to Euro, driving him toward death. Even knowing this, Melione spent the entire night searching for a physician.
He barked at anyone who would listen to come and save Euro. Peace had descended upon the mansion for the first time since Euro’s arrival, but the moment he collapsed, it became like walking on thin ice, as if that peace had never existed.
In less than twenty-four hours, everyone in the mansion had swung between heaven and hell. It was all because of that wretched curse. That curse had ruined the Spioren Family, Melione, and now Euro.
Immediately after learning he was terminally ill, Melione had first killed every emotion he possessed. No, he had no intention of even learning them; he had withered the sprouts of emotion entirely so that he could not distinguish one from another.
For such a man, there was no first sorrow, nor a first joy. That was how he had lived. No, that was how he had to live. After all, possessing something only brought pain when it was eventually lost.
Sometimes, the wind would drift toward him as he sat still and whisper, ‘How dare you stolen contentbe alive?’ Whenever that happened, Melione wanted to rush [Read on Read BL Novels]out like a madman, grab anyone passing by, and ask them how on earth they were living.
Life was so agonizing, yet he couldn’t even bring himself to take his own life. That was the nature of the curse. That was why Melione wanted to know nothing. He didn’t want to realize anything.
He wanted to live without ever knowing the emotions that any human should naturally feel. No, he wanted to die. He wanted to be shattered into pieces, turned to powder, and scattered as nothingness.
Then, out of nowhere, a human named Euro Leches rolled into his life. He approached him every day with a different expression, a different face.
He did the unexpected and poured out all kinds of emotions without hesitation. He said he liked him, then said he felt slighted, then looked happy, and occasionally felt shy.
To Melione, who could not distinguish between liking, joy, and disappointment, all those emotions were categorized under a single label: ‘discomfort.’ It was because they were things he had never experienced.
Something terribly unfamiliar yet entirely new, and therefore everything he must not know—that was Euro. That was why he couldn’t understand Euro, and why he occasionally pitied him. Because Euro had volunteered to share a fate like his own.
However, Melione did not dare tell Euro to feel nothing. He could not bring himself to say that Euro would soon fall into frustration, be submerged in grief, and eventually lose everything as he became consumed by the fact that he was dying.
It was because Euro was radiant. He was so lovely that Melione felt it was a sin even to reach out to him. That was why Melione, even if it killed him, did not want to see Euro die before his eyes.
“……How can you smile?”
“…….”
“How can you look at me and smile?”
Melione remembered all emotions through Euro’s face. Thus, the image of Euro looking at him with a face full of happiness, only to distort in pain and cough up blood, was vividly etched into his mind.
A face that looked as if he would die at any moment, breath so faint. He could not forget the moment he witnessed that sight—which might have been his end—without turning away, and the moment he embraced him and ran.
“Are you insane? How can you look at me and smile again!”
Melione groaned with a face full of agony and covered his own face with both hands. It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected this. He knew. He knew everything in excruciating detail.
That was why he resented himself. He could not forgive himself for not pushing away Euro, who had approached him of his own accord, while he had let go of everything.
Seeing Melione trembling as if he couldn’t bear his own existence, Euro hurriedly reached out toward him. However, Melione coldly brushed the hand away.
“I, I mean…….”
Euro squeezed the back of his reddened hand and shut his eyes tight. No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t find the right words to say to Melione.
Suddenly, tears welled up. Without realizing it, Euro let the tears fall as he gazed at Melione. However, Melione, who finally lowered his hands and lifted his head, would not meet his eyes for even a second.
“I don’t even want to hear your excuses. Because I finally know the truth.”
Melione stared at Euro as he spoke. Euro was crying while looking at him, unauthorized copyand seeing that sight brought a different kind of pain, distinct from the curse.
Euro had collapsed due to the curse, and no matter which physician was brought in, it could not be cured. Everyone knew this as a fact, and Melione was no exception.
After all the physicians had left, Melione paced the office for a long time, only heading to Euro’s bedroom near dawn. It was to check if Euro was still alive.
But there, he discovered an unexpected person. He wanted to rush in and ask who it was, but for some reason, Melione couldn’t move an inch.
It wasn’t just that he couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak, and he couldn’t even blink. Like someone bound, Melione stood frozen and watched the scene.
‘I know your goal, but you should stop acting around here.’
The man sitting beside Euro, spouting incomprehensible nonsense, turned his head deliberately to stare at him. His pupils glowed a blood-red light, like a demon.
‘Don’t trust the Spiorens either.’
‘Because they don’t know what love is.’
With those words, the mysterious man vanished without a trace. Euro, who had been watching the man with open eyes, slowly closed them and fell asleep.
Whether he was actually asleep or just pretending, he couldn’t tell. As soon as the force binding him released, Melione instinctively stepped back and fled back to his office.
“Did you want revenge, perhaps?”
Melione asked in a low voice, looking at the sobbing Euro.
“The end for those who marry into the Spioren family is always the same. They cough up blood and gradually go mad, just like you are now. Knowing that, you obediently followed the Emperor’s order and said you would marry your sister—did you want to get revenge on me somehow?”
“No, that’s not it. It’s not like that…….”
“Was the revenge you chose to act as if you liked me in front of me, only to eventually die?”
At Melione’s words, Euro felt as if his vision was turning white. Lost for words, Euro could only shake his head like a fool, and seeing this, Melione let out a hollow laugh.
“Perfect……. A very plausible revenge. I almost fell for it.”
“…….”
“Was it fun?”
“…….”
“I’m asking if it was fun to play with me!”
Melione slammed the table and stood up. [unauthorized copy]The chair he had been pushed into fell over with a loud [visit our site]noise, prompting Euro to speak urgently.
“No, it’s not. I can explain everything…… please listen to me. Please?”
“Stop the pathetic acting, Euro Leches.”
“…….”
“You’re so loathsome I can’t stand the sight of you.”
Melione’s words became a sharp dagger, piercing Euro’s chest. While some of his actions had been acting, not every moment had been.
At some point, Melione had suddenly filled his heart, though the catalyst was unclear. However, those feelings had grown so large that he dared to dream of a future by his side.
He knew he shouldn’t dare. That was why, only a few days ago, he had decided to convey his heart without reservation for as long as he remained by his side.
Yet, even those feelings collapsed helplessly. Why on earth did he come to think such things? He remembered nothing specific after coughing up blood and collapsing. Could he have made a slip of the tongue while not in his right mind? But that didn’t seem to be it.
If such a thing had happened, Raymond, who would have given him a hint, was currently standing a short distance away, unable to hide his shocked expression.
No matter how much he searched his memory, no suitable trigger came to mind. Could it be because of the love drug? Had he realized the fact that he took the drug, that everything wasn’t a dream?
Nothing was clear, but one thing was certain: Melione felt betrayed.
“You should have just told me from the start that you wanted revenge. Then I would have let you watch me die by your side.”
At those words, Euro’s heart dropped. Euro stared at Melione with trembling eyes, but Melione looked away.
“To the point of risking your life, was Clope Leches such a great existence to you? And yet you dared to babble about love to me…….”
“No, it’s not a lie.”
At the trembling voice, Melione looked at Euro as if possessed. What he saw was a gaze appealing with sincerity, looking straight at him. At this, Melione’s pupils shook violently.
Whether this too was acting or sincerity, he, gripped by an unprecedented despair, could no longer distinguish anything.
“Please…… believe me.”
“…….”
“I really…… like you.”
Euro let out the sincerity he had been suppressing. He didn’t care if Melione dismissed his words as a lie to escape the current situation.
Everything felt like a dream. The moments of picking flowers for a crown and [stolen content]giving them to him, dancing together and bursting into laughter while locking eyes—all of it.
Should he just say it? That he was actually a possessor. That he knew all the tragedies of this world. That among them was Melione’s death, and that he simply wanted to save him. That he desired nothing more than that.
But at that moment, Melione snapped coldly.
“I don’t need it.”
“…….”
“Because I don’t know what that is.”
At Melione’s words, Euro bolted upright and fled the dining hall. Melione stared blankly at his retreating back before collapsing back into his chair.
Then, he placed one hand over his aching heart and breathed raggedly. Raymond, who had been quietly watching from the corner, slowly approached him and spoke cautiously.
“Your Excellency, the Master truly…….”
“Enough.”
“…….”
“Just leave me alone.”
“……Your Excellency.”
“Just…… leave me alone.”
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