Chapter 92 : Chapter 92
Volume 2
Chapter 16 : Dead End!
“Do you have any last words, Muen Campbell?”
At that moment, just as Ariel had guessed, Selicia was pinning Muen firmly beneath her.
The “ravaging” was already over.
After an unknown length of fierce struggle, the two of them had tangled all the way from the sofa to the floor.
They had even knocked over the tea table, shattered the teacups, and left the wool carpet in utter disarray.
Only when both of them were completely exhausted, and the drug effect within Selicia had fully faded, did they finally call a truce.
Yet the strange scent lingering in the room, the traces around them that could not yet be erased, and the fact that both of them were still naked all testified to just how intense that battle had been.
Now that the battle was over, all that remained... was the reckoning.
Selicia still maintained that intimate position, seated atop Muen, but the seductive charm that had filled her exquisite face earlier had long since vanished.
Frost covered her features now as she stared coldly at Muen, killing intent blazing in her eyes.
Her ten fingers wrapped around Muen’s neck and tightened little by little as she repeated the same question:
“Speak your last words, because this is your final chance before death.”
“Well...”
Muen looked utterly spent. Forcing out a smile uglier than tears, he said:
“If I do not say anything... Does that mean I will not die?”
“It seems you still do not understand your situation.”
A terrifying chill suddenly bloomed from Selicia’s fingertips. In an instant, it swept over half of Muen’s body, bringing with it intense pain and... the shadow of death.
Muen suddenly realized that this woman truly would kill him, without the slightest hesitation.
Even after the beautiful connection they had just shared.
“W-wait, wait, I will talk, please let me explain!”
Muen could not help but cry out in terror.
“I had a reason for doing this!”
“A reason?”
Selicia let out a cold sneer.
“I would very much like to hear what reason could possibly make you do something more vile than a beast.”
“Because... because...”
Muen’s mind raced wildly, searching for an excuse.
Reincarnation, Fate, prophetic dreams... obviously he could not say things like that. It would sound like utter nonsense.
He needed a more believable reason.
For example, he could claim that he had merely tripped over himself and accidentally thrown that thing into the black tea.
Or say that it was not that at all, but some kind of slimming medicine that helped people work out.
Or say that what had just happened was only a dream, and once they woke up, none of it had actually occurred.
But when those words reached Muen’s lips, what came out instead was a completely different answer.
“That is because I like you, Selicia!”
“Hm?”
“Ah.”
Selicia was visibly startled for a moment.
But she was not the only one shocked. Even Muen himself was dumbfounded.
What the hell am I saying?!
Even if I really did like Selicia as a character in my previous life, and even bought her an official life-sized poster and hung it by my bed just so I could see her first thing every morning when I woke up...
There is no way I could fall for someone who used to exist only in fiction this quickly!
He was not some kind of shut-in who called a paper-thin character his wife!
Even a slip of the tongue should not go this far!
Wait, could this be the influence of the original owner?
The original Muen really did seem to like Selicia, after all. Otherwise, he would not have done something this foolish.
Damn it, you are already dead, so stop dragging me down with you!
Muen roared inwardly.
But... since the words had already been spoken...
Logically speaking, if a young girl was suddenly confessed to, she ought to feel at least a little shy, should she not?
The desperate instinct to survive that suddenly surged up within Muen made him cling to a sliver of hope.
So did that mean...
...
“So that is it. This disgusting thing is your reason?”
Selicia swiftly regained her coldness.
Her hands had still not left Muen’s neck, nor was she moved in the slightest by his confession.
As for the so-called “shyness,” the one who now looked more fitting for that description was Muen, pinned beneath her.
“Disgusting?”
Muen bared his teeth in a smile. “Well, in a certain sense, I suppose this still counts as sincere emotion...”
“You call this sincere emotion?”
Selicia suddenly cut him off and said coldly:
“Stealing a maiden’s purity can also be called sincerity? What kind of joke are you making, Muen Campbell?! If you had truly liked me, then you should have stood openly before me and moved me like a man, with your character, your strength, and your sincerity! Not resorted to something as despicable as drugging me! If you had truly done that, then even if I still did not come to love you, I might have honored the betrothal and become your wife. But now...Heh. Or did you naively think that a physical relationship like this would make me feel something different for you? No, Muen Campbell. I will never fall in love with a despicable coward who relies only on schemes, nor will I ever marry a beast.”
Selicia lowered herself until she was face-to-face with Muen, so close that they could both feel each other’s breath, just as they had not long ago.
But this time, what Muen felt was different.
Through Selicia’s ice-blue eyes, as cold as frozen crystal, Muen seemed to glimpse something hidden deep within them.
It was a sacred white flame, burning brightly.
Yes. This was Selicia.
Selicia Leopold.
The first heroine of the original novel.
Just as the short description on the poster Muen had bought once said—
She was the eternally proud, eternally sacred white swan, one who would never yield to any evil or filth.
So even now, though she wore not a single thread and her body was stained with defilement, she still remained a queen clad in splendid regalia, looking down upon a base sinner.
“So beautiful...” Muen murmured involuntarily as he gazed at the girl so close before him.
“All right, you have said your piece. It is time for Young Master Muen to go on his way.”
Though she heard Muen’s murmur, Selicia’s expression did not change in the slightest. Her hands gradually tightened.
“I hope that in your next life, you will remember my words and sincerely seek out the love that truly belongs to you.”
“Farewell...”