Chapter 84 – 84
“What is he doing?”
Melione spoke while looking out the window, his face hardened with a fierce expression. Beside him, Raymond, who had been organizing documents, followed his gaze and leaned out the window.
“……My lord?”
Raymond narrowed his eyes, his gaze widening as if he were equally unaware of the situation. Melione strode out of the office with purposeful steps, heading quickly toward the main entrance of the mansion.
Following the angry pace of those footsteps, Raymond hurried after him. He knew that Euro had received a separate invitation, but he couldn’t tell if the luggage being loaded into the carriage was for a trip to the capital or if Euro intended to leave the mansion entirely.
Unlike the two of them, who rushed outside in total confusion, Euro stood in the garden with a somewhat lighter heart.
After all, his luggage consisted of nothing more than a few clothes. The gift for Clope was already prepared, as was the birthday present for Gail.
Among the Relics of Yanli, he had chosen a brooch that would suit Clope well; since both had already been crafted, all he had to do was take them with him.
As Dent had mentioned, it wasn’t as if he lacked money, so the preparations had proceeded smoothly. If there was anything that could be a problem, it was strictly his health.
“Ah, please deliver this. To the house in the alley… [visit our site]the one we [Read on Read BL Novels]went to before. You know who it is, right?”
“Yes, I will go immediately once the preparations are finished.”
“Take your time. If we leave now, the sun will set soon, so let’s plan to depart early tomorrow….”
As Dent took the letter Euro handed him, he suddenly bowed his head toward someone. Those loading the carriage also stopped their work and bowed. At this, Euro slowly turned around.
Standing there were Melione, with a grim expression, and Raymond, who looked visibly flustered.
“Dent, go.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Worried that they might have seen him handing over the letter, Euro quickly sent Dent away and stood before them. Raymond watched Dent hurry out of the mansion before speaking to Euro.
“My lord, what is… what is the meaning of all this? Where are you planning to go?”
Euro did not answer Raymond’s question and instead stared at Melione. He couldn’t understand why the man, who had been intentionally avoiding him, had come all the way out here.
“Are you curious?”
Melione narrowed his visit our site[unauthorized copy]brow at Euro’s question. stolen contentDespite that, Euro continued as if it were nothing.
“You told me I could do as I pleased, whether I stayed in the annex or left the mansion.”
Euro’s face was calm. His voice was very composed, almost as if he were asking what the problem was.
There was no problem. It was Melione who had sent Euro to the annex, and it was Melione who had said he was free to leave.
And yet, for some reason, Melione could not suppress his displeasure. It was a foolish emotion. He had no reason to stop Euro.
As a taut tension stretched between the two, Raymond, who had been silent, stepped forward to intervene.
“Let us go inside and talk first.”
Raymond tried his best to manage the situation. Although Melione remained tight-lipped and silent, Raymond, having known him for a long time, could tell.
Melione did not want Euro to leave the mansion. If he truly didn’t care, there would have been no need for him to rush out of the house the moment he saw this scene.
Knowing this better than anyone, Raymond felt he was the only one who could mediate. Furthermore, he too hoped that Euro would not leave the mansion.
Contrary to his wish, however, Euro showed no sign of going inside. Facing off against Melione, he spoke.
“An invitation to the birthday banquet arrived.”
“……Your name is not on it.”
“I know. Mine came separately.”
“What?”
Euro pulled out the invitation he was holding and held it up before Melione. The name written there was Euro Leches.
“Since I was invited, it is only right that I go. It is the Crown Prince’s birthday banquet, after all.”
Melione reached out to take the invitation, but Euro refused and tucked it away again.
Melione stared at Euro as if he were absurd, but Euro remained unfazed.
“What will Your Excellency do?”
“…….”
“I’m not asking you to come with me. I promised not to pester you.”
In truth, it couldn’t be called a promise. It had been [Read on Read BL Novels]Melione’s unilateral [unauthorized copy]notification, and Euro had been deeply hurt by every word he had spoken.
He had told Melione that he could treat him as he always had. He had even pleaded that he would do better in the future, so his current behavior contradicted his promise to be better.
Melione said nothing, but his expression spoke volumes. He did not want Euro to go to the capital, though the reason for that remained unclear.
But that was why Euro felt a surge of resentment. It was Melione himself who had told him not to speak annoyingly or draw attention to himself.
Except for today, Euro had gone to the dining hall every single day at lunch, but Melione was nowhere to be seen. Even when Euro sought him out on purpose, he refused to meet him.
Everything was according to his whims. Euro had said it was fine, had said he was okay with it, but he couldn’t actually be indifferent.
‘Without even knowing how I feel right now.’
Euro closed his eyes tight and opened them again, barely suppressing the rising emotions. Part of him wanted to demand what on earth Melione wanted from him.
Did he hate it when he approached, yet hate it when he grew distant? Where was the fairness in such a selfish demand? It would have been better if he had just bluntly told him not to go.
Whether it was leaving the mansion entirely or going to the capital, if Melione had just asked him not to leave because he was worried, Euro wouldn’t have felt this heartbroken.
But he knew that was merely an expectation born of his own greed. Euro no longer wanted to expect anything from Melione. Because the more he did, the only one who got hurt was himself.
“……Do you go knowing what that invitation signifies?”
“What does it signify?”
“You can say that even after seeing the name written there?”
“What significance does this have? It’s just my name.”
He had been suppressing his heart to remain calm, but a sharp reply slipped out unconsciously at Melione’s words.
“Your Excellency calls me Euro Leches as well.”
“When did I ever….”
Melione started to retort but stopped abruptly. A conversation he had once had with Euro suddenly flashed through his mind.
‘Stop that pathetic acting, Euro Leches.’
Euro glared at the silent Melione and then turned his head away. It felt as if someone were pricking his heart with a needle.
He had finally faced the truth he had been ignoring. Melione had never once thought of him as a Spioren.
While he called him his spouse in words, he never considered him his own person. That was why he stolen contentcould call visit our sitehim Euro Leches so effortlessly.
“Even if there is some meaning to this name, it doesn’t matter. Until a few days ago, I was certainly Euro Spioren, but I am not anymore.”
“…….”
“What does a mere name matter….”
Euro spoke with self-derision. It was true. He couldn’t understand why both he and Melione were being so sensitive over a mere name.
The person named Kim Euro was dead and gone, and the existence of Euro Leches did not exist. Furthermore, the person known as Euro Spioren had been denied and no longer existed.
Then who on earth was he? Why was this man angry, and why was he, in turn, getting hurt in this situation?
His vision spun and he felt dizzy. He should have run far away from the start; what great feat did he think he could achieve when he had died without accomplishing a single thing properly?
“Festivals, banquets… why does any of that matter?”
“…….”
“What is so important that every single time….”
“It’s important to me!”
Euro shouted toward Melione.
“Everything is important to me, every single thing without exception. So what? What’s the problem with that?”
As Euro stumbled from a sudden bout of dizziness after shouting, Melione quickly reached out and grabbed Euro’s shoulders, his voice rising in anger.
“You’re sick!”
“…….”
“Don’t you know what’s most important to you right now? Why are you the only one who doesn’t know? Why are you getting worked up over something useless? What use is any of this…!”
“……If you knew, then why did you treat me like that?”
“What?”
“I’m asking why you spoke to me that way, knowing that I am sick.”
With bloodshot eyes, Euro looked at Melione and pushed away the hands gripping his shoulders.
“You could have… you could have just left me alone. You could have [visit our site]just thought that I was doing whatever I wanted before I died.”
“…….”
“Living like this might be an important thing to me. Do you think I’m always happy and excited? I hate it too; I truly hate the name Euro Leches.”
The resentment erupted from within. All he wanted was to spend the time remaining before breaking Melione’s curse as happily as possible.
He was fine with enduring the physical pain; that was his burden to bear. Falling in love had been unexpected, but he had acknowledged and accepted that they could never be together forever.
That was why it felt like he was going crazy. How wonderful would it have been if he weren’t Euro Leches? If he weren’t, perhaps something would have been different.
“Since becoming Euro Leches, nothing has gone my way. I truly… you….”
Unable to suppress his surging emotions, Euro began to speak haphazardly, but the moment his eyes met Melione’s, he grit his teeth and regained his composure.
What use was it to scream a hundred or a thousand times? He wouldn’t believe him anyway. Now that he could no longer use the healing ability or break the curse, these words were meaningless.
“……I’m sorry.”
“…….”
“I’ll make sure I don’t bother you anymore.”
Euro turned away from Melione first. A sad premonition lingered in his mind that today might be his last day in this mansion.
Just like that dawn when he had left Norden.
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