I Unintentionally Cured the Grand Duke’s Insomnia - Chapter 127

64. — Consolation Through Fairy Tales (1)

I was momentarily at a loss for words as the situation from a moment ago came back to mind again.

To be honest, I was glad that a fight didn’t break out in that situation.

Abel was undeniably Cain’s brother. Even if he had lost his memory, where would the bloodline of the Grand Duke of Destro go? There was no way he was going to stand by and let Cain threaten Irene if it hadn’t been for Irene and me, who intervened between the two of them.

I sighed and shook my head at the unpredictable relationship between the three of them.

No, no. That didn’t mean I should give up here like that.

Who set their personalities like this in the first place? Wasn’t it me?

As I was racking my brain over the lingering sense of responsibility I felt as the author of the original work, I began to regret that I had inadvertently become involved in a relationship that I had no confidence in solving.

I should’ve just left it alone.

‘If I just leave it be, whether it’s insomnia or whatever…!’

In the fleeting moments, I caught a glimpse of Cain’s face. His expression had remained dark since meeting Abel, which made me feel uneasy for some reason.

Come to think of it, why hasn’t Abel’s memory returned? According to the plot development I had set up in the novel, upon seeing Cain, Abel recalled all the memories he had forgotten. Abel, who had regained all his memories, tightly embraced the stunned Cain, unable to believe the reality before him, and wept like a child.

Feeling his brother’s warmth, Cain realized with his entire being that he was alive, and he saw Irene as his salvation. It was because she brought back his brother, whom he thought was dead.

I quietly sat down next to Cain, who still said nothing.

In fact, if it had gone according to the original work, Cain would’ve been spending time unraveling the memories of past years with Abel. However, for some reason, Abel’s memories didn’t return, leaving Cain to struggle with confusion alone. Still, I couldn’t possibly tell him not to be confused because Michael was Abel.

‘Ah, I’m running out of sugar.’

I absentmindedly popped a caramel into my mouth, pondering over a good idea that just wouldn’t come to me. As I chewed on the gooey caramel, a sudden thought struck me, and I cautiously opened my mouth.

“Well, Your Highness. I’ve actually been collecting materials for a while now to try writing a new book.”

“….?”

“As I collected various materials, I suddenly came across something interesting.”

Cain furrowed his brows, seemingly trying to understand the sudden meaning of my words. I looked at him and continued, pretending not to notice his gaze.

“They say that sometimes in people’s lives, things happen that can’t be proven in words.”

“….”

“For example, someone who couldn’t see suddenly regains their sight upon meeting a daughter who he thought was dead, or a race between a rabbit and a tortoise where the tortoise unexpectedly wins.”

Although it bothered me a bit that I mentioned both the tale of Sim Cheong* and the fairy tale of the rabbit and the tortoise, well, Cain wouldn’t know that.
[ T/N: ‘Simcheong’ is a beloved Korean folktale about a devoted daughter who sacrifices herself to restore her blind father’s sight. When they are reunited, her father’s sight is miraculously restored. The tale highlights themes of filial piety, sacrifice, and the power of love and devotion. ]

“Oh, and sometimes parents recognize their children at a glance when they haven’t seen them for a long time.”

“….”

He paused as I continued to speak calmly.

I looked at him, who seemed to have finally realized the meaning of my words, and spoke carefully, “So, in my opinion, I think what Your Highness is feeling right now is probably right.”

“Lia.”

“Even if you think it might not be possible.”

“….”

“The reason the word ‘miracle’ exists is because things happen that are truly miraculous.”

When he smiled at the corner of his mouth, I felt embarrassed for some reason. Feeling embarrassed for no reason, I pushed another caramel into his mouth.

“It’s embarrassing, so please eat this instead of looking at me.”

“….”

“There’s no need to say thank you, too. It’s embarrassing.”

“I’m glad.”

“….?”

“I’m glad that it’s you by my side right now.”

“No, I said that was enough—!”

Cain smiled again at me, who was blushing at his compliment.

“That’s why I didn’t say thank you. I said I’m glad.”

“….”

“Oh, thank you for the caramel.”

I also naturally smiled at his actions.

As expected, I liked seeing Cain happy.

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A hum escaped from Mrs. Passe, who managed the largest real estate business in Aren. The woman who was decorating a vase with beautifully blooming yellow freesia glanced at her watch.

“Do we have about twenty minutes until the appointment?”

Today marked the day when a nearly ten thousand gold contract, which had been giving her a hard time all month, finally came to fruition. Once the contract was concluded, the commission alone would amount to a substantial forty gold for her.

In Lian, forty gold was about the equivalent of a month’s living expenses for a family of four.

Of course, it wasn’t a lavish amount that would allow for everything she wanted to do. Nevertheless, she was quite excited about closing a contract after a long time. She even began to think that the stagnant real estate market might finally pick up.

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