Chapter 82 – 82
“I am different from you.”
“No, you’re the same.”
“……Stop projecting your situation onto me.”
Euro glared at Larry with bloodshot eyes. However, Larry did not avoid his gaze, maintaining a resolute expression.
“Then you’ll just let yourself die?”
“…….”
“Do you want to die in front of Melione? You only have two choices. Either die before Melione and leave that mansion, or quit now as I told you and leave the mansion.”
“…….”
“Faking your death isn’t a difficult task. It’s much better to just pretend you died once and change your identity. I can handle changing your appearance.”
Euro let out a hollow laugh at Larry’s stolen contentwords. If he faked his death, [visit our site][Read on Read BL Novels]it wouldn’t be any different from actually dying in front of Melione.
“Can’t you break the curse? Or at least, can’t you tell me what happened to you?”
Euro was now pleading with Larry. If the curse on Melione couldn’t be broken, he at least wanted to know the reason why.
“……My curse was Carlton’s choice.”
“What?”
“He chose the curse over me. That’s all.”
Larry spoke in riddles. Euro couldn’t understand his words.
“You’re calling it a choice to be cursed because you betrayed him?”
“No, I mean it literally. Carlton truly chose the curse. He chose to be with the curse instead of living with me.”
Larry’s face, which had remained expressionless until now, began to distort slightly.
“Living…… together?”
“This is all I can say. I don’t want to recall it [unauthorized copy]or speak of [stolen content]it anymore. Everything was his choice, and I [stolen content]gave him the option to choose until the very end.”
“…….”
“I told you, abilities come with a price. Curses are the same. A price is required to break a curse as well. But I am not the one paying that price.”
Despite Larry’s explanation, Euro could only look at him with a half-dazed expression. Was he saying there was some condition to break the curse? Was the price being paid with the lives of the Spioren Family?
“If you want to know the whole truth, choose to live. Then you’ll naturally find out.”
“…….”
“There isn’t much time. I’ve restored your body, which had reached its limit, to some extent. But it won’t last long. It would be best not to use your supernatural ability if possible.”
Larry stood up, brought over a vial of medicine, and held it out to Euro.
“Only until this medicine runs out. I can’t give you any more.”
Euro stared blankly at the vial. There were perhaps thirty pills, maybe fewer.
“Don’t live as Euro Leches. Live as Kim Euro.”
“…….”
“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”
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After taking the medicine and returning to the mansion with Dent, Euro faced an unbelievable sight. Raymond, who rushed out the moment he saw him, spoke anxiously.
“Master, I mean…… this is.”
All of Euro’s belongings were being moved to the annex. As if intending to leave no trace behind, anything Euro had touched was being carried out of the main building by the servants.
“What is the meaning of this…….”
Dent looked at Raymond, demanding an explanation. Just as he was about to speak, Euro strode past the two of them and entered the main building.
Without giving anyone a chance to stop him, he headed straight for Melione’s office. He flung the closed door open and stepped inside, and Melione slowly raised his head to stare at Euro.
“What do you think you’re doing right now?”
“Get out.”
“I asked what you are doing.”
“Can’t you tell by looking?”
“…….”
“Move to the annex.”
Melione brushed his hair back irritably. On the desk, the medicine vials Euro had refused to take since arriving and cigars were scattered about.
Euro narrowed his eyes, stepped closer to him, and glared at him from right in front of the desk.
“Do you really have to go this far?”
“I believe I told you clearly that you shouldn’t expect anything like a plausible married life.”
“…….”
“Don’t you think I’ve been lenient enough?”
“You’re saying you were being lenient with me all this time?”
At Euro’s question, Melione frowned.
“You kept me by your side simply out of a sense of pity?”
“…….”
“Calling me your wife, calling each other by our names. Dancing together, laughing together—all of that was just because you were being lenient?”
“Then, was there supposed to be some other meaning?”
Melione stood up and spoke as if glaring at Euro. Euro bit his lip at the crooked expression and cold tone.
“Looking at you irritates me. If I started pointing out every single thing, there would be no end to it. I just left you be because I hated the sight of you persistently begging and clinging.”
“You said you almost got fooled. How is that ‘leaving me be’? You also……”
“So, you’re saying I should keep letting myself be fooled by you?”
“I wasn’t fooling you……”
“Right, sincerity.”
“…….”
“Even if it’s sincerity, I told you I don’t need it.”
“…….”
“I don’t need it, so I’m clearing it away now. Do you not understand?”
Melione approached Euro. Then, in a completely foreign voice, he barked as if he were throwing away a useless object.
“Get lost.”
“……Your Excellency.”
“I don’t want to see a corpse being cleared away from my sight, so live however you want in the annex. If you hate that, you can just leave entirely.”
“…….”
“Didn’t you have no intention of leaving in the first place? Why did you crawl back in?”
“Don’t speak to me like that, I……”
“I’ve said enough for you to understand. Don’t make a stolen contentfuss and give [unauthorized copy]me a headache. Don’t act frantically, and don’t disturb my peace with useless talk.”
Melione pressed his hand to his forehead and let out a deep sigh. Tears welled up in Euro’s eyes at the sight, but he struggled not to cry.
He truly looked like a nuisance to Melione. Just moments ago, he had argued to Larry that Melione simply didn’t know any better, but seeing this, he felt like he was truly the fool.
He was told that he didn’t have much time left. That Melione’s curse could not be broken, and that it would be best not to use his healing ability.
Therefore, it didn’t matter if he went to the annex. Even if he tried to use his healing ability at the cost of his own life, there was no longer any way to cling to Melione’s side.
Since he was being pushed away like this, it would be difficult to sing by his side, and Larry had not given him the love drug. There was no way left for him other than to die.
No, there was one way to live. The way was to leave the mansion as Larry instructed. By faking his death and assuming a completely different identity, he could somehow preserve his own life.
But Euro couldn’t do that. He simply couldn’t bring himself to leave. Even though every single word the man spoke tormented and pained him so much, he couldn’t bear to leave Melione alone.
They say pain is a warning signal. That it tells you when to stop. A squeezing pain surged through him as if someone were gripping him violently, but Euro struggled to reach out toward Melione.
“……I don’t want to go.”
“…….”
“I won’t be a nuisance. I won’t beg for anything or force a conversation anymore. Can’t I just stay by your side?”
He knew it was a foolish choice. In this life, he had come this far just to avoid dying. He had resolved to do anything as long as he could survive. Because there was a reason why he absolutely had to live and become happy.
It was for someone who had cheered him on from a place he could no longer return to. It was because there were countless people who had fallen dozens of times and despaired hundreds of times, yet somehow managed to stand on the stage.
Countless people who wished for his happiness had helped him back up. Collecting densely written letters and notes, Euro had come to know love.
One day, when his advertisement was posted in the subway before advancing to the live broadcast, Euro had locked eyes with many people in front of it.
‘Euro, we’ll do better. You just do what you’ve always done.’
Euro closed his eyes tightly. When he thought of those faces, he had to live. Even here, he had to survive and live the happiest life possible.
It was a kind of debt. He remembered the numerous hands reached out to him, who had been abandoned the moment he was born. So, this was a foolish choice. This wasn’t happiness.
Nevertheless, just as they had done, Euro reached out and grabbed Melione’s sleeve.
“I’ll do better.”
“…….”
“Please…….”
Wouldn’t Melione have been the same? Wouldn’t he have lived every day in despair because no one reached out to him? Wouldn’t a life where no one recognized him have been piercingly lonely?
Wouldn’t he have hoped that at least half of his life would be understood? Perhaps he didn’t know love because no one had ever taught him. Therefore, he could not be the first to let go of this hand.
In that moment, Euro realized why he had come all the way to Silon. He understood why, among numerous methods, he had chosen the difficult and arduous path.
It was because he saw himself in Melione. Because he saw his own face in Melione’s life. Because he knew his loneliness and his solitude.
“You can just do as you’ve always done. I’ll be fine.”
However, Melione pushed away Euro’s hand from his sleeve and walked past him. Euro stood there alone, head bowed, suppressing his sobs.
That was all he could do.
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